My version of Part 2 will follow shortly...
The Coach Punishes Eric for Fuckups
Chapter I
(by Story Scout [unregistered] on Fri December 10th, 2010 5:26 PM)
Whack! The plastic pipe slammed into the blond swimmer's bulging
nutsack. His six-pack stomach muscles clenched and veins stood out
on his muscular chest. I pumped his hard dong a few times to keep
him erect. My job was to keep him hard while the coach punished the
naked sophomore's testicles.
My own hard-on dripped precum, since I hadn't cum in two days. I
always liked to be super horny on Friday's when a swim stud was to
have his cock and nuts punished. Today Eric was getting the works:
I.C.E., which stood for Impact, Compression, and Electricity.
His plump nuts filled the sac which was pulled snugly against the
base of his dick by the stretched skin of his hard-on. The coach
slammed the plastic pipe again into this convenient target. The
nineteen year-old bucked against the padded cuffs tying him to the
punishment table, but he didn't cry out. With my left hand I massaged
his heaving abdominal muscles and kept his dick pumped to the edge of
cumming. The coach believed that punishment was more intense if the
guy was forced to be hard at the same time.
I was massaging his beautifully formed pecs as I felt a wave of
contraction surge through them as the next blow smashed his young
testicles. On the next blow he let out on involuntary "oof", and his
strong arms nearly ripped the padded cuffs and chains loose from the
table.
Eric was allowed to recover briefly while the coach changed tools. He
selected a small hammer of the type doctors use to test reflexes.
The coach circled the scrotum with his fingers and forced the two
nuts to stand out under the shiny skin. Then he started hammering
just the right testicle. Eric screamed wildly and I was told to pump
him as hard as possible because he couldn't cum during this intense
pain. Again he was given a brief break. I dried the cold sweat off
the swimmers heaving chest and stomach. Next it was the young
athlete's sensitive left testicle which was the cruel hammer's
target. "Aaaaaargh", he cried, as the rapid blows pounded into his
nut. I felt his big cut dick, which had been rock hard for a half
hour now get a little soft. I pumped it hard and it regained its
glassy hardness. He still wasn't allowed to shoot.
The coach told Eric to swim some punishment laps. Swimming with
aching balls would be good discipline.
Eric arrived back from his laps, dripping wet, his blond hair and
hard body smelled vaguely of chlorine. His ample cock swung freely
between his legs. As he dried off he said his nuts still ached from
the first round of punishment. He climbed back on the punishment
table and I tied him down with the padded cuffs for his hands and
ankles. The coach was letting me do the compression punishment and he
would observe.
The swimmers young dick re-hardened instantly as I massaged it with a
little lube and explored his nuts.
A computer with a pressure interface card and connecting transducer
cable sat on a small table nearby. I tied a leather thong around my
right palm which carried pressure information back to the computer
for display. I clicked on testicle punishment. The computer asked for
some information: age, muscularity, size of penis, size of testicles,
etc. This information was used to determine the programming for the
testicle compression. As I kept Eric hard with my left hand I typed
in age: 19, muscularity: 9.3, testicles: medium large, penis: 7.5",
glans: broad, circumsized: yes. Due to Eric's youth and strong body
the punishment would be rather intense and long. It could have been
harder only if he were older and heavier. The penis information
would be used later for the electro-pain sequence.
The computer flashed "35" in the match-pressure box and I grabbed the
young athlete's testicles in my right hand and squeezed. Immediately,
the pressure readout went up to about 25. He gasped and bucked but
took the compression of his balls pretty well. The computer beeped
that the pressure was too low. I squeezed harder on the trapped nuts.
Boy, that got Eric's attention. He screamed and writhed but there was
no escaping my grip. With my left hand I pumped his strong hard penis
and with my right I gripped and torture-massaged his nuts, keeping
the pressure at 35. He started breaking down and begging the coach to
have me stop, but we were actually just starting.
I like the effect ball pain has on an athlete's abdominal muscles so
I explored the ridges of Eric's stomach as I squeezed his hapless
nuts. Next I used by left hand to land light chops on his abs. The
veins stood out all over his torso as he struggled. The computer
switched to: Isolate right testicle 50. I placed the leather thong
across just his right testicle and applied all the force just to the
one ball. He turned pale, gasping, and started to go soft. I pumped
his thick dong harder. The muscles on my own forearm stood out with
the effort to keep the transducer reading 50. My hard prick was
dripping continuous long strings of precum.
After only about 2 minutes, but I bet Eric thought it was an hour,
the computer switched to left testicle 75. Eric's left testicle was a
little larger and the computer was building up the pain fast. I
recircled Eric's scrotum and explored around for a better grip. I
pumped his lubed penis until he was gasping near cumming. Then I let
go of his penis so my left hand could squeeze down on my right thumb.
My right thumb of course was directly over Eric's big left athlete
ball. With both hands I readily pushed the pressure right up to 75.
The hard young body on the punishment table sweated, bucked,
screamed, and thrashed. I bumped the pressure up around 80 and the
computer beeped me back down to 75.
It was back in the pool for more punishment laps with his nuts still
aching for Eric. Meanwhile, the coach and I set up the electro-pain
apparatus.
Soon Eric was back, his energy restored by the cold water in the
pool. I quickly had him strapped firmly in place again. I carefully
lubed and massaged his 7.5 inch cut cock. I slipped the punishment
condom over the thick glans. It had a gold foil strip over the tip
which was connected to a wire to the computer interface. This would
form one half of the electrical punishment circuit. A split wooden
disk was slipped on his nuts and they were compressed with a metal
bar and wing nuts against the disk. The wing nuts were tightened
until the metal bar mashed a furrow into the sophomore's testicles
and made a good electrical contact for the other wire. The bar was
tightened more to create a steady strong background pain in his
plump plums.
Now the electro-pain started. I started pumping the penis through the
punishment condom. The lower sides of his penis were bare and I could
feel engorged ridges all along the triangular structure. Now the
computer started pumping current into his glans, down his rigid
shaft, and into the compressed nuts. He was screaming continuously
now as the current mounted and mounted. Complex patterns of
definition flashed across his chest and abdomen as I pumped the hard
cock and it was simultaneously electro-punished. As he would almost
cum the computer would raise the shocks until he softened a little.
This went on for several minutes. I stopped pumping once to tighten
the wingnuts and press the bar harder into the swimmers testicles.
In spite of his agony Eric's horny hormones took over and I could
tell his penis was turning purple and getting ready to shoot. His
chest was heaving and his cheeks turned a little pale. I thought the
veins standing out on the sides of this penis would burst. Instead he
shot great globs of semen into the tip of his punishment condom. The
semen improved the circuit and a bigger jolt of electricity tore down
the ultra rigid shaft and spread out into the compressed nuts.
The computer overload tripped at the extra current and I flipped the
release on the metal bar, freeing his testicles. As I slipped the
condom off his glans he came again, spraying himself, me, and the
coach with another load.
nutsack. His six-pack stomach muscles clenched and veins stood out
on his muscular chest. I pumped his hard dong a few times to keep
him erect. My job was to keep him hard while the coach punished the
naked sophomore's testicles.
My own hard-on dripped precum, since I hadn't cum in two days. I
always liked to be super horny on Friday's when a swim stud was to
have his cock and nuts punished. Today Eric was getting the works:
I.C.E., which stood for Impact, Compression, and Electricity.
His plump nuts filled the sac which was pulled snugly against the
base of his dick by the stretched skin of his hard-on. The coach
slammed the plastic pipe again into this convenient target. The
nineteen year-old bucked against the padded cuffs tying him to the
punishment table, but he didn't cry out. With my left hand I massaged
his heaving abdominal muscles and kept his dick pumped to the edge of
cumming. The coach believed that punishment was more intense if the
guy was forced to be hard at the same time.
I was massaging his beautifully formed pecs as I felt a wave of
contraction surge through them as the next blow smashed his young
testicles. On the next blow he let out on involuntary "oof", and his
strong arms nearly ripped the padded cuffs and chains loose from the
table.
Eric was allowed to recover briefly while the coach changed tools. He
selected a small hammer of the type doctors use to test reflexes.
The coach circled the scrotum with his fingers and forced the two
nuts to stand out under the shiny skin. Then he started hammering
just the right testicle. Eric screamed wildly and I was told to pump
him as hard as possible because he couldn't cum during this intense
pain. Again he was given a brief break. I dried the cold sweat off
the swimmers heaving chest and stomach. Next it was the young
athlete's sensitive left testicle which was the cruel hammer's
target. "Aaaaaargh", he cried, as the rapid blows pounded into his
nut. I felt his big cut dick, which had been rock hard for a half
hour now get a little soft. I pumped it hard and it regained its
glassy hardness. He still wasn't allowed to shoot.
The coach told Eric to swim some punishment laps. Swimming with
aching balls would be good discipline.
Eric arrived back from his laps, dripping wet, his blond hair and
hard body smelled vaguely of chlorine. His ample cock swung freely
between his legs. As he dried off he said his nuts still ached from
the first round of punishment. He climbed back on the punishment
table and I tied him down with the padded cuffs for his hands and
ankles. The coach was letting me do the compression punishment and he
would observe.
The swimmers young dick re-hardened instantly as I massaged it with a
little lube and explored his nuts.
A computer with a pressure interface card and connecting transducer
cable sat on a small table nearby. I tied a leather thong around my
right palm which carried pressure information back to the computer
for display. I clicked on testicle punishment. The computer asked for
some information: age, muscularity, size of penis, size of testicles,
etc. This information was used to determine the programming for the
testicle compression. As I kept Eric hard with my left hand I typed
in age: 19, muscularity: 9.3, testicles: medium large, penis: 7.5",
glans: broad, circumsized: yes. Due to Eric's youth and strong body
the punishment would be rather intense and long. It could have been
harder only if he were older and heavier. The penis information
would be used later for the electro-pain sequence.
The computer flashed "35" in the match-pressure box and I grabbed the
young athlete's testicles in my right hand and squeezed. Immediately,
the pressure readout went up to about 25. He gasped and bucked but
took the compression of his balls pretty well. The computer beeped
that the pressure was too low. I squeezed harder on the trapped nuts.
Boy, that got Eric's attention. He screamed and writhed but there was
no escaping my grip. With my left hand I pumped his strong hard penis
and with my right I gripped and torture-massaged his nuts, keeping
the pressure at 35. He started breaking down and begging the coach to
have me stop, but we were actually just starting.
I like the effect ball pain has on an athlete's abdominal muscles so
I explored the ridges of Eric's stomach as I squeezed his hapless
nuts. Next I used by left hand to land light chops on his abs. The
veins stood out all over his torso as he struggled. The computer
switched to: Isolate right testicle 50. I placed the leather thong
across just his right testicle and applied all the force just to the
one ball. He turned pale, gasping, and started to go soft. I pumped
his thick dong harder. The muscles on my own forearm stood out with
the effort to keep the transducer reading 50. My hard prick was
dripping continuous long strings of precum.
After only about 2 minutes, but I bet Eric thought it was an hour,
the computer switched to left testicle 75. Eric's left testicle was a
little larger and the computer was building up the pain fast. I
recircled Eric's scrotum and explored around for a better grip. I
pumped his lubed penis until he was gasping near cumming. Then I let
go of his penis so my left hand could squeeze down on my right thumb.
My right thumb of course was directly over Eric's big left athlete
ball. With both hands I readily pushed the pressure right up to 75.
The hard young body on the punishment table sweated, bucked,
screamed, and thrashed. I bumped the pressure up around 80 and the
computer beeped me back down to 75.
It was back in the pool for more punishment laps with his nuts still
aching for Eric. Meanwhile, the coach and I set up the electro-pain
apparatus.
Soon Eric was back, his energy restored by the cold water in the
pool. I quickly had him strapped firmly in place again. I carefully
lubed and massaged his 7.5 inch cut cock. I slipped the punishment
condom over the thick glans. It had a gold foil strip over the tip
which was connected to a wire to the computer interface. This would
form one half of the electrical punishment circuit. A split wooden
disk was slipped on his nuts and they were compressed with a metal
bar and wing nuts against the disk. The wing nuts were tightened
until the metal bar mashed a furrow into the sophomore's testicles
and made a good electrical contact for the other wire. The bar was
tightened more to create a steady strong background pain in his
plump plums.
Now the electro-pain started. I started pumping the penis through the
punishment condom. The lower sides of his penis were bare and I could
feel engorged ridges all along the triangular structure. Now the
computer started pumping current into his glans, down his rigid
shaft, and into the compressed nuts. He was screaming continuously
now as the current mounted and mounted. Complex patterns of
definition flashed across his chest and abdomen as I pumped the hard
cock and it was simultaneously electro-punished. As he would almost
cum the computer would raise the shocks until he softened a little.
This went on for several minutes. I stopped pumping once to tighten
the wingnuts and press the bar harder into the swimmers testicles.
In spite of his agony Eric's horny hormones took over and I could
tell his penis was turning purple and getting ready to shoot. His
chest was heaving and his cheeks turned a little pale. I thought the
veins standing out on the sides of this penis would burst. Instead he
shot great globs of semen into the tip of his punishment condom. The
semen improved the circuit and a bigger jolt of electricity tore down
the ultra rigid shaft and spread out into the compressed nuts.
The computer overload tripped at the extra current and I flipped the
release on the metal bar, freeing his testicles. As I slipped the
condom off his glans he came again, spraying himself, me, and the
coach with another load.
Coach Punishes Swimmer II, M/M S/M CBT (by Story Scout [unregistered] on Fri December 10th, 2010 5:27 PM)
Whew! If I just barely touch my hardon I may shoot. I pump some more
air in the inflatable pressure cuff on my nuts. The ball pain swirls
in my mind as the rubber donut compresses my testicles and I try to
visualize the upcoming Friday afternoon. My own athletic image in the
mirror changes to that of my fantasy of Andy. ..."Take the ball pain
Andy. Feel your nuts being crushed ..." Suddenly I shoot big ribbons
of cum all over the mirror. I release the pressure on my nuts and
some cum dribbles over my self-tortured ball sac.
It's Wednesday night and I'm letting my dick shoot all it wants. Two
hours ago I pumped it up and started fantasizing about the Friday to
come. Coach is going to ball torture Andy, one of the swimmers, for
discipline and I'm going to assist. Since I won't cum anymore until
then I want to have a good shoot now before the two-day wait. Two
days is about all I can manage, since I'm so horny.
Yesterday, I did Andy's intake form and did some custom work on the
equipment to be used. I strapped Andy down on the discipline table
and massaged his lightly lubed cock. He quickly sprung a nice hardon
and I made notes. Penis, thick, 7.5", cut. I gently rubbed his glans
until it was shiny and steely hard. He moaned, "Oh let me shoot I got
to shoot". Instead I molded hot wax over the end of his glans. He
bucked, thrashed and hissed through his teeth as the wax heated up
his hot glans. It was hot enough to hurt but it wouldn't burn him. I
poured ice water on his prong to set the wax and shrink his hardon a
little so I could slip the wax mold off his cock head. The mold would
be used later.
Next I explored his testicles and tested how tight his scrotum was. I
went through my selection of cast iron eggs and selected two that
were a little smaller that his plump nuts. These were saved as
models for later use.
I tied a leather thong on his his nuts and pulled them away from his
body with a fish scale. When the scale spring stretched to 6 lbs I
measured how far his nuts were stretched in order to design his own
custom ball clamp. When the pull reached six pounds he was hollowing
his washboard belly, panting, and I thought he would break the straps
on the table.
He looked so great that I tied the scale off to a wood post and
massaged his ridged belly and nice chest while he took the testicle
pain. Veins popped out all over his muscular chest and stomach. I
knew the groovy feel of showing off a great bod and proving how low
tough nuts could be stretched. I slowly and carefully jacked him but
didn't let him cum in spite of his pleas.
I had to get to my real work, which was customizing cock and ball
equipment to his measurements. I relaxed the pressure on his nuts and
decided to give him a basic punishment jack as a reward. He was
assigned for punishment so the coach wouldn't let him jack off for
fun. I cupped his well packed scrotum with my left hand and lifted
his nuts up so they nestled on each side of his thick hardon. Then I
started jacking him with long strokes using my right hand. Each time
my right fist whizzed to the bottom of his cock I hit his testicles
and smashed them against the support of my left hand. He went wild.
Screaming and twisting but I kept pounding. Every time he came close
to cumming I pounded harder. On the upstroke he was lost in pleasure
as my hand slid over his hard glans. On the down stroke the pleasure
ended. Smack! "Oof, Oh no, Oh yes, Oof" Finally his
nineteen-year-old hormones took over and he shot great gobs of cum
over his chest, face, and blond hair. Without stopping I force milked
him of another load and didn't release his heavy nuts until just as
he shot. I wanted to drain him good because it was only Tuesday and
he couldn't jack-off again before Friday or the coach would punish
him even harder. I am a twenty-four year-old grad student but I keep
falling for these pretty muscle boys and trying to get their
punishments reduced and stuff.
Anyway, I let him go and started building the special equipment. The
first thing was to take the mold of his glans and make a plastic cast
of it which looked just like his hard sophomore doorknob. I then
molded clear hard plastic over that to make a plastic cap which would
exactly fit his engorged cockhead. I drilled a hole in this and
attached an electrode which could be used to shock his engorged
cockhead. When he shot cum it would shock all down the stream of cum
into the base of his cock. When used with a low-current, high-voltage
generator it made a hot sight as sparks played around the cockhead
under the tight plastic cover.
Next I got out some oak boards. These were glued in a stack to make a
solid oak ball stretcher to match the measurements taken. Then the
two iron eggs, heated red hot, were used to burn a depression in the
stretcher. One board would support his hapless nuts while a second
burned board was screwed down. Since the eggs were selected to be
smaller than his nuts, plenty of compression could be used. The base
of the stretcher was sawed into two pieces so it could be clamped
around the stretched scrotum with the two nuts sitting half exposed
in the burned pits. The second wood board tightened down on the
testicles with massive iron screws. Massive screws were unnecessary
but I thought they had a lot of design appeal. To put it on, Andy's
nuts would be pulled low with a leather thong. Then they would be
clamped by the base of the oak stretcher. The thong would then be
pulled out and the pain plate could be screwed down.
The doorbell rang and it was Larsen, an eighteen-year-old freshman
who was also having his pre-punishment intake interview. I had him
strip and tied him to a massage table. He had a long slim penis about
7 3/4 inches long and smallish balls in a real tight sac. He was on
the thin side of built and was basically pretty. He had fine blond
hair with great muscle definition and his hard cock didn't look too
thin against his very slim rippled tummy. With this type of cock and
balls I knew the coach would would want to squeeze his nuts by hand
and beat his dick with a baton. Small balls tended to pop out of a
ball press, anyway. He said he was always horny and his slightly
curved cock was rock hard. I decided to make him cum three time to
drain him and still give him plenty to time to build up more cum
before his main torture session on Friday.
I selected a large wooden spoon for a preliminary mild testicle
beating. Massaging his pointed hard glans with my left thumb I
started rapid blows on this tightly packed testicles. Larsen thrashed
and bucked against the straps. At eighteen he was still boyish so I
was careful not to damage him. I stopped the beating briefly and
massaged his hard chest and belly. His handsome face looked a little
pale and his hair was starting to get a little matted down with
sweat. I circled my thumb and forefinger into a ring the then forced
it down his long slim cock. He moaned and relaxed with pleasure.
Going back to just massaging his glans with my thumb I resumed his
testicle punishment. This time I whacked the back of the spoon on the
freshman's left nut. His tight boysac held his nuts clearly defined
at the base of his hardon and I concentrated beating the nice bulge
of his left nut. He screamed and panted and jerked against the cuffs
holding him down to the discipline table. I usually like torturing
heavier guys with real big nuts but Larsen was a real hot one and was
hung in perfect scale to his narrow waist. Recircling my fingers I
slid them down his cock in the maneuver I knew he like. This time his
long slim dong exploded and I heard cum splat against his neck.
I paused to wipe the cum off him and massage his chest, belly and
legs. Soon he was hard again. Changing tactics I started squeezing
his right ball by circling the base of his equipment with my second
and third fingers and pressing down hard with my thumb. This
unrelenting heavy pain caused him almost to lose his fight and maybe
get a little soft. I started pumping his dick really hard with long
strokes and he would have cum immediately but I crushed down on his
right nut as hard as I could. This was not the kind of torture the
big boys got with a custom made ball press but just my thumb was
almost as effective on the lightweight athlete's isolated right
testicle. When I thought he had had enough I quickly released the
pressure until the jacking took him to the "point of no return" and
then I pressed harder than ever. He screamed and tried to escape but
meanwhile shot just as much cum as before all over the place.
Next I tied him standing with legs spread against a plywood panel. I
freed his right arm a little so he could jack himself. His surfer
type build looked great with muscles well-defined and covered with
sweat. He beat his own meat until he was hard. Next I told him he
would get a penis beating with a baton until he came. If he started
to get soft he could beat his meat until he was hard but while he did
that I would squeeze his testicles until he was ready to take more
penis punishment.
Larsen's slim 7 3/4 inch penis was ideal for beating. It was rock
hard and curved upward. I started by holding his pointed glans and
beating the top of his shaft with a police baton. He sucked in air
and took the beating pretty good. I thought he might even be able to
cum so I gripped his dong near the base and rained blows on his hard
glans. He was cut and I could see the blood vessels through the tight
skin of this cock. I beat his glans hard until he started to go soft.
I was anxious to get my hands on those nuts. He had to reach down and
start pumping himself to get hard again so I circled his boysac and
pulled his nuts as low as his tight scrotum would allow and then
some. I looked into his blue eyes as he tried to jack himself rock
hard again. I could see he feared he might not get hard again but I
knew just how tight to squeeze those freshman nuts. He got hard just
as the nut pain almost made him puke.
I massaged his chest and heaving belly. He moaned with pleasure and I
kept up the chest and belly massage as I resumed beating his prong
with the baton. This time I systematically beat all along the
bulging ribs on the sides of his dick and then lightly down the
bottom side. Next I whacked every part of the penis on top leading to
the tip. By raining light blows on his glans I got him almost ready
to cum. His glans swelled a little more and got shiny so I whacked it
four times really hard as he shot his third load well out onto the
floor.
I released him from his bonds and told him not to jack off until
Friday when the coach would review his preliminary punishment
response today and do him main cock and ball torture. He said he
could never go that long without beating off even after being drained
three times like now. I told him that holding off jacking off was
part of his punishment. Also I told him that the coach might want him
to do at least four ejaculations and he better have plenty of juice
available. Last year a guy had electricity shooting through his dick
for two hours until he built up enough cum to shoot the last time.
air in the inflatable pressure cuff on my nuts. The ball pain swirls
in my mind as the rubber donut compresses my testicles and I try to
visualize the upcoming Friday afternoon. My own athletic image in the
mirror changes to that of my fantasy of Andy. ..."Take the ball pain
Andy. Feel your nuts being crushed ..." Suddenly I shoot big ribbons
of cum all over the mirror. I release the pressure on my nuts and
some cum dribbles over my self-tortured ball sac.
It's Wednesday night and I'm letting my dick shoot all it wants. Two
hours ago I pumped it up and started fantasizing about the Friday to
come. Coach is going to ball torture Andy, one of the swimmers, for
discipline and I'm going to assist. Since I won't cum anymore until
then I want to have a good shoot now before the two-day wait. Two
days is about all I can manage, since I'm so horny.
Yesterday, I did Andy's intake form and did some custom work on the
equipment to be used. I strapped Andy down on the discipline table
and massaged his lightly lubed cock. He quickly sprung a nice hardon
and I made notes. Penis, thick, 7.5", cut. I gently rubbed his glans
until it was shiny and steely hard. He moaned, "Oh let me shoot I got
to shoot". Instead I molded hot wax over the end of his glans. He
bucked, thrashed and hissed through his teeth as the wax heated up
his hot glans. It was hot enough to hurt but it wouldn't burn him. I
poured ice water on his prong to set the wax and shrink his hardon a
little so I could slip the wax mold off his cock head. The mold would
be used later.
Next I explored his testicles and tested how tight his scrotum was. I
went through my selection of cast iron eggs and selected two that
were a little smaller that his plump nuts. These were saved as
models for later use.
I tied a leather thong on his his nuts and pulled them away from his
body with a fish scale. When the scale spring stretched to 6 lbs I
measured how far his nuts were stretched in order to design his own
custom ball clamp. When the pull reached six pounds he was hollowing
his washboard belly, panting, and I thought he would break the straps
on the table.
He looked so great that I tied the scale off to a wood post and
massaged his ridged belly and nice chest while he took the testicle
pain. Veins popped out all over his muscular chest and stomach. I
knew the groovy feel of showing off a great bod and proving how low
tough nuts could be stretched. I slowly and carefully jacked him but
didn't let him cum in spite of his pleas.
I had to get to my real work, which was customizing cock and ball
equipment to his measurements. I relaxed the pressure on his nuts and
decided to give him a basic punishment jack as a reward. He was
assigned for punishment so the coach wouldn't let him jack off for
fun. I cupped his well packed scrotum with my left hand and lifted
his nuts up so they nestled on each side of his thick hardon. Then I
started jacking him with long strokes using my right hand. Each time
my right fist whizzed to the bottom of his cock I hit his testicles
and smashed them against the support of my left hand. He went wild.
Screaming and twisting but I kept pounding. Every time he came close
to cumming I pounded harder. On the upstroke he was lost in pleasure
as my hand slid over his hard glans. On the down stroke the pleasure
ended. Smack! "Oof, Oh no, Oh yes, Oof" Finally his
nineteen-year-old hormones took over and he shot great gobs of cum
over his chest, face, and blond hair. Without stopping I force milked
him of another load and didn't release his heavy nuts until just as
he shot. I wanted to drain him good because it was only Tuesday and
he couldn't jack-off again before Friday or the coach would punish
him even harder. I am a twenty-four year-old grad student but I keep
falling for these pretty muscle boys and trying to get their
punishments reduced and stuff.
Anyway, I let him go and started building the special equipment. The
first thing was to take the mold of his glans and make a plastic cast
of it which looked just like his hard sophomore doorknob. I then
molded clear hard plastic over that to make a plastic cap which would
exactly fit his engorged cockhead. I drilled a hole in this and
attached an electrode which could be used to shock his engorged
cockhead. When he shot cum it would shock all down the stream of cum
into the base of his cock. When used with a low-current, high-voltage
generator it made a hot sight as sparks played around the cockhead
under the tight plastic cover.
Next I got out some oak boards. These were glued in a stack to make a
solid oak ball stretcher to match the measurements taken. Then the
two iron eggs, heated red hot, were used to burn a depression in the
stretcher. One board would support his hapless nuts while a second
burned board was screwed down. Since the eggs were selected to be
smaller than his nuts, plenty of compression could be used. The base
of the stretcher was sawed into two pieces so it could be clamped
around the stretched scrotum with the two nuts sitting half exposed
in the burned pits. The second wood board tightened down on the
testicles with massive iron screws. Massive screws were unnecessary
but I thought they had a lot of design appeal. To put it on, Andy's
nuts would be pulled low with a leather thong. Then they would be
clamped by the base of the oak stretcher. The thong would then be
pulled out and the pain plate could be screwed down.
The doorbell rang and it was Larsen, an eighteen-year-old freshman
who was also having his pre-punishment intake interview. I had him
strip and tied him to a massage table. He had a long slim penis about
7 3/4 inches long and smallish balls in a real tight sac. He was on
the thin side of built and was basically pretty. He had fine blond
hair with great muscle definition and his hard cock didn't look too
thin against his very slim rippled tummy. With this type of cock and
balls I knew the coach would would want to squeeze his nuts by hand
and beat his dick with a baton. Small balls tended to pop out of a
ball press, anyway. He said he was always horny and his slightly
curved cock was rock hard. I decided to make him cum three time to
drain him and still give him plenty to time to build up more cum
before his main torture session on Friday.
I selected a large wooden spoon for a preliminary mild testicle
beating. Massaging his pointed hard glans with my left thumb I
started rapid blows on this tightly packed testicles. Larsen thrashed
and bucked against the straps. At eighteen he was still boyish so I
was careful not to damage him. I stopped the beating briefly and
massaged his hard chest and belly. His handsome face looked a little
pale and his hair was starting to get a little matted down with
sweat. I circled my thumb and forefinger into a ring the then forced
it down his long slim cock. He moaned and relaxed with pleasure.
Going back to just massaging his glans with my thumb I resumed his
testicle punishment. This time I whacked the back of the spoon on the
freshman's left nut. His tight boysac held his nuts clearly defined
at the base of his hardon and I concentrated beating the nice bulge
of his left nut. He screamed and panted and jerked against the cuffs
holding him down to the discipline table. I usually like torturing
heavier guys with real big nuts but Larsen was a real hot one and was
hung in perfect scale to his narrow waist. Recircling my fingers I
slid them down his cock in the maneuver I knew he like. This time his
long slim dong exploded and I heard cum splat against his neck.
I paused to wipe the cum off him and massage his chest, belly and
legs. Soon he was hard again. Changing tactics I started squeezing
his right ball by circling the base of his equipment with my second
and third fingers and pressing down hard with my thumb. This
unrelenting heavy pain caused him almost to lose his fight and maybe
get a little soft. I started pumping his dick really hard with long
strokes and he would have cum immediately but I crushed down on his
right nut as hard as I could. This was not the kind of torture the
big boys got with a custom made ball press but just my thumb was
almost as effective on the lightweight athlete's isolated right
testicle. When I thought he had had enough I quickly released the
pressure until the jacking took him to the "point of no return" and
then I pressed harder than ever. He screamed and tried to escape but
meanwhile shot just as much cum as before all over the place.
Next I tied him standing with legs spread against a plywood panel. I
freed his right arm a little so he could jack himself. His surfer
type build looked great with muscles well-defined and covered with
sweat. He beat his own meat until he was hard. Next I told him he
would get a penis beating with a baton until he came. If he started
to get soft he could beat his meat until he was hard but while he did
that I would squeeze his testicles until he was ready to take more
penis punishment.
Larsen's slim 7 3/4 inch penis was ideal for beating. It was rock
hard and curved upward. I started by holding his pointed glans and
beating the top of his shaft with a police baton. He sucked in air
and took the beating pretty good. I thought he might even be able to
cum so I gripped his dong near the base and rained blows on his hard
glans. He was cut and I could see the blood vessels through the tight
skin of this cock. I beat his glans hard until he started to go soft.
I was anxious to get my hands on those nuts. He had to reach down and
start pumping himself to get hard again so I circled his boysac and
pulled his nuts as low as his tight scrotum would allow and then
some. I looked into his blue eyes as he tried to jack himself rock
hard again. I could see he feared he might not get hard again but I
knew just how tight to squeeze those freshman nuts. He got hard just
as the nut pain almost made him puke.
I massaged his chest and heaving belly. He moaned with pleasure and I
kept up the chest and belly massage as I resumed beating his prong
with the baton. This time I systematically beat all along the
bulging ribs on the sides of his dick and then lightly down the
bottom side. Next I whacked every part of the penis on top leading to
the tip. By raining light blows on his glans I got him almost ready
to cum. His glans swelled a little more and got shiny so I whacked it
four times really hard as he shot his third load well out onto the
floor.
I released him from his bonds and told him not to jack off until
Friday when the coach would review his preliminary punishment
response today and do him main cock and ball torture. He said he
could never go that long without beating off even after being drained
three times like now. I told him that holding off jacking off was
part of his punishment. Also I told him that the coach might want him
to do at least four ejaculations and he better have plenty of juice
available. Last year a guy had electricity shooting through his dick
for two hours until he built up enough cum to shoot the last time.
Coach punishes swimmer III M/M CBT S/M (by Story Scout [unregistered] on Fri December 10th, 2010 5:28 PM)
I suddenly awoke to find my roommate licking the head of my big hard
dick. "Wanna quick blow job before class?", he said.
"No!, you idiot. Today is team punishment day and I want plenty of
juice to shoot while I watch.", I replied.
"So who's getting punished today?", he asked.
"Coach is going to crush Andy's big nuts, make him shoot while his
balls are still in the press, and then make him shoot some more while
his thick penis shaft is electro-tortured."
"Let me guess. He is a dumb, pretty, teenaged muscleboy!", he said.
"He's nineteen and he is not dumb. Everybody thinks handsome athletes
are dumbos.", I said.
"He must be dumb to let the coach do his teen testicle torture trip
on him".
"Aw his wants to show off his big equipment. He doesn't want to get
disciplined with a paddle because it leaves marks on his ass."
"What if his balls get damaged?", he asked.
"The coach is sane about it. With enough skill you can make a guy's
nuts hurt real bad without any risk of damaging them. The same thing
is true of electricity in the dick. The real pain is when the
shooting cum acts like a wire and shocks the inside of your dick.", I
said.
That afternoon after swim practice the coach got ready to punish
Andy.
"Hey, Larsen, you got to leave!", he said.
"No Coach, I just turned eighteen and I already have been checked
out".
"OK, but if you're up for punishment you got to take it like a man",
the coach said.
Returning to the main subject, the coach had Andy strip naked and he
was strapped with wide-spread legs to a frame which reclined at about
45 degrees. This gave the entire team a perfect view of his muscular
body. He immediately sprung a hardon because he hadn't cum in several
days. The coach massaged Andy's balls thoroughly and hard enough to
make him squirm. Next he stretched the sophomore's big scrotum down
real low and bolted on a wooden ball press to keep his balls
stretched low. Depressions had been burned in the oak to make a place
for each nut to fit. He used a clear plastic pressure plate which, as
it was screwed down, crushed Andy's testicles, trapped in the
depressions in the oak frame. The clear plastic allowed the whole
team to see each compressed nut.
"You've been slacking off, Andy, and I'm going to start you off with
four turns of the screws", the coach said.
Andy panted and pulled against the frame. Veins popped out all over
his chest and abs as the coach turned the screws crushing the big
teenagers testicles.
"Aaaah your killing me, coach!", he gasped and then started more or
less continual moaning.
"OK take that for awhile. You guys, watching, can jack, if you aren't
already, but don't cum. Larsen, Wilson, and Alonzo, front and center
and pump hardons.", the coach announced.
"Larsen, you are new so grab you dick hard at the base and stand at
attention. You got a nice long cock so plenty will stick out past
your hand. Hold that position while I give you your minor punishment
whacks. Wilson and Alonzo you guys know the routine already."
With that the coach took a police baton and whacked down on the
engorged glans of Larsen's penis. Larsen gasped but took his
punishment. Larsen flinched each time he was hit and his hand
involuntarily jacked his dick some. Next the coach moved to Wilson
and Alonzo. Both were more massively hung and the whacks made a solid
meaty sound.
"Alonzo, keep your foreskin skinned off the end of your dick. No fair
trying to protect your cockhead"
As the three swimmers watched Andy writhing in the testicle crusher
the coach rapidly alternated between them, administering blows to
their rigid meat. Each one jerked at each blow and finally three
parallel spurts of cum erupted from the beaten dicks. The coach gave
each one an extra hard whack just as the last spurt left and their
sensitivity peaked.
The coach turned back to the youth getting his balls compressed.
"Now Andy, you've gotten kind of used to four screw turns so here are
three more to get used to."
Andy was sweating and begging and we could easily see his testicles
spreading out more under the plastic pain plate. His muscular
swimmers body was straining to take the ball pain. His blond hair was
matted with sweat and his handsome features showed the sharp lines of
his tensed jaw muscles through his skin. His cock was still very hard
and veins were popped out all over it too. As the coach brought the
total number of turns up to seven, Andy's hard belly was heaving and
his breath was rapid and shallow with pain.
The whole team was jacking now as they watched Andy taking it in the
nuts. Even the three guys who had gotten dong-whacked were hard
again.
"Larsen back out front. You too, Czernevski.", the coach barked.
"But coach you just cock-whacked me", pleaded Larsen.
"That was for being late. This is because you two were fighting".
It was hard to see how the slender Larsen and the heavily-muscled
Czernevski could have had any kind of real fight. Larsen was
outweighed by at least 40 lbs. Each of Czernevski's nuts was bigger
than Larsen's entire scrotum. His shaft was at least eight inches
long and very thick and corded. Larsen's was a respectable 7 3/4
inches but it was slim and curved smoothly upward toward his belly.
At eighteen Larsen was also three years younger than Czernevski. The
ball stats were relevant because of the standard punishment for
fighting.
"You guys need to be taught teamwork so you get to work together in
harness", the coach said.
He grabbed Larsen's ball sac and pulled the teenager's small nuts
down as low as they would go and then wrapped them in place with a
strip of leather. I helped him with Czernevski. He used both hands to
stretch his big balls and I tied them with another strip of leather.
Both were in some pain but not much. Next the coach tied a rope
between their bound balls and hung a bucket on it. Now he poured a
gallon of water into the bucket. Czernevski gasped and his bull balls
were pulled way below his body. Larsen's nuts seemed like they ought
to come off at the punishment they were taking. It didn't seem fair
that the teenager was stretched by the same weight as the heavy-hung
Czernevski.
"Now you guys pump each other off but the first one to shoot has to
take all the weight till his buddy shoots. That way you have an
incentive to pump your teammate as well as possible."
They both started furiously jacking the other guys dick and massaging
his chest and belly to force him to come first. However, Larsen had
already cum once when he had gotten penis-punished earlier so
Czernevski shot first. Now the coach untied Larsen's nuts and the
full weight of the gallon of water was punishing Czernevski's
stretched testicles. The fact that he had just shot a load made them
even more sensitive. Czernevski furiously pumped Larsen's dick trying
to get him to come. He cradled the freshman's nuts and massaged them
gently turning him on more. The pumping kept the weight on his nuts
swinging the whole time. Czernevski's big warm hand soon had Larsen
ready to shoot again.
"Don't play with my nuts, destroy 'em!", yelled Larsen.
Czernevski's massaging grip changed to a vise-like clamping. As his
own weighted big balls felt as if they would be ripped out of his
belly, Larsen's entire scrotum disappeared into Czernevski's big hand
and I thought it would be extruded between his fingers as pulp.
"Yeah, man, squeeze them nuts, punish them good!", the freshman
shrieked. Even though his own testicles were being cruelly stretched
until Larsen shot, Czernevski quit pumping Larsen, took one nut in
each hand and crushed both with direct hard pressure from his thumbs
as Larsen wanted.
"Oh, yes, crush my stud sac, I'm cumming, Aaaaaah!", and Larsen shot
his slim boy dick even without any further pumping of it at all.
Larsen took the bucket with the gallon of water off Czernevski's
bound testicles. They rubbed each other down, got hard again and
turned their attention back to Andy who was still strapped to the
punishment frame and writhing as the coach made more adjustments to
the testicle crusher.
As the screws turned more, Andy's balls spread more and more under
the plastic torture plate. Now the coach decided that is was time to
drain his tortured balls by forced ejaculation with electro-shock.
Each guy on the team put his custom-made glans-cap on his own
cockhead. It contained an electrode which was attached to a wire
running to Andy's glans-cap. They each clamped a piezo-electric
generator around the base of their cock and started jacking. On each
down stroke their fists hit the generator and sent a shock up their
shafts, through their glans, and down the wire to Andy's glans-cap.
The wet concrete floor completed the circuit. As the muscular young
athletes pounded their meat they shocked themselves and Andy got the
full current flow from the whole team. Andy quickly shot a load from
his overstimulated penis. This lowered the resistance and increased
the shocks. The coach started jacking Andy a little and he shot
again, filling the glans-cap with more conductive cum.
Many of the team members shot loads and started pounding a little
harder to force their second ones right away. Many started pumping on
their buddies hard dicks and squeezing each others nuts. The coach
started yelling, "pump, pump, pump". The whole team hit their
generators synchronously and what was a random rain of shocks into
Andy's dick became a sequence of hard shocks at each "pump, pump".
Andy went crazy with the stimulation. The coach screwed the last two
turns to flatten the sophomore's big nuts and this thick dong which
resembled gnarled wood shot its third load.
Andy was released and was a little unsteady but unhurt. We each spent
five minutes giving him an oil massage and Larsen gave him a long
slow gentle blowjob. Andy likes those pretty kinky frosh boys.
dick. "Wanna quick blow job before class?", he said.
"No!, you idiot. Today is team punishment day and I want plenty of
juice to shoot while I watch.", I replied.
"So who's getting punished today?", he asked.
"Coach is going to crush Andy's big nuts, make him shoot while his
balls are still in the press, and then make him shoot some more while
his thick penis shaft is electro-tortured."
"Let me guess. He is a dumb, pretty, teenaged muscleboy!", he said.
"He's nineteen and he is not dumb. Everybody thinks handsome athletes
are dumbos.", I said.
"He must be dumb to let the coach do his teen testicle torture trip
on him".
"Aw his wants to show off his big equipment. He doesn't want to get
disciplined with a paddle because it leaves marks on his ass."
"What if his balls get damaged?", he asked.
"The coach is sane about it. With enough skill you can make a guy's
nuts hurt real bad without any risk of damaging them. The same thing
is true of electricity in the dick. The real pain is when the
shooting cum acts like a wire and shocks the inside of your dick.", I
said.
That afternoon after swim practice the coach got ready to punish
Andy.
"Hey, Larsen, you got to leave!", he said.
"No Coach, I just turned eighteen and I already have been checked
out".
"OK, but if you're up for punishment you got to take it like a man",
the coach said.
Returning to the main subject, the coach had Andy strip naked and he
was strapped with wide-spread legs to a frame which reclined at about
45 degrees. This gave the entire team a perfect view of his muscular
body. He immediately sprung a hardon because he hadn't cum in several
days. The coach massaged Andy's balls thoroughly and hard enough to
make him squirm. Next he stretched the sophomore's big scrotum down
real low and bolted on a wooden ball press to keep his balls
stretched low. Depressions had been burned in the oak to make a place
for each nut to fit. He used a clear plastic pressure plate which, as
it was screwed down, crushed Andy's testicles, trapped in the
depressions in the oak frame. The clear plastic allowed the whole
team to see each compressed nut.
"You've been slacking off, Andy, and I'm going to start you off with
four turns of the screws", the coach said.
Andy panted and pulled against the frame. Veins popped out all over
his chest and abs as the coach turned the screws crushing the big
teenagers testicles.
"Aaaah your killing me, coach!", he gasped and then started more or
less continual moaning.
"OK take that for awhile. You guys, watching, can jack, if you aren't
already, but don't cum. Larsen, Wilson, and Alonzo, front and center
and pump hardons.", the coach announced.
"Larsen, you are new so grab you dick hard at the base and stand at
attention. You got a nice long cock so plenty will stick out past
your hand. Hold that position while I give you your minor punishment
whacks. Wilson and Alonzo you guys know the routine already."
With that the coach took a police baton and whacked down on the
engorged glans of Larsen's penis. Larsen gasped but took his
punishment. Larsen flinched each time he was hit and his hand
involuntarily jacked his dick some. Next the coach moved to Wilson
and Alonzo. Both were more massively hung and the whacks made a solid
meaty sound.
"Alonzo, keep your foreskin skinned off the end of your dick. No fair
trying to protect your cockhead"
As the three swimmers watched Andy writhing in the testicle crusher
the coach rapidly alternated between them, administering blows to
their rigid meat. Each one jerked at each blow and finally three
parallel spurts of cum erupted from the beaten dicks. The coach gave
each one an extra hard whack just as the last spurt left and their
sensitivity peaked.
The coach turned back to the youth getting his balls compressed.
"Now Andy, you've gotten kind of used to four screw turns so here are
three more to get used to."
Andy was sweating and begging and we could easily see his testicles
spreading out more under the plastic pain plate. His muscular
swimmers body was straining to take the ball pain. His blond hair was
matted with sweat and his handsome features showed the sharp lines of
his tensed jaw muscles through his skin. His cock was still very hard
and veins were popped out all over it too. As the coach brought the
total number of turns up to seven, Andy's hard belly was heaving and
his breath was rapid and shallow with pain.
The whole team was jacking now as they watched Andy taking it in the
nuts. Even the three guys who had gotten dong-whacked were hard
again.
"Larsen back out front. You too, Czernevski.", the coach barked.
"But coach you just cock-whacked me", pleaded Larsen.
"That was for being late. This is because you two were fighting".
It was hard to see how the slender Larsen and the heavily-muscled
Czernevski could have had any kind of real fight. Larsen was
outweighed by at least 40 lbs. Each of Czernevski's nuts was bigger
than Larsen's entire scrotum. His shaft was at least eight inches
long and very thick and corded. Larsen's was a respectable 7 3/4
inches but it was slim and curved smoothly upward toward his belly.
At eighteen Larsen was also three years younger than Czernevski. The
ball stats were relevant because of the standard punishment for
fighting.
"You guys need to be taught teamwork so you get to work together in
harness", the coach said.
He grabbed Larsen's ball sac and pulled the teenager's small nuts
down as low as they would go and then wrapped them in place with a
strip of leather. I helped him with Czernevski. He used both hands to
stretch his big balls and I tied them with another strip of leather.
Both were in some pain but not much. Next the coach tied a rope
between their bound balls and hung a bucket on it. Now he poured a
gallon of water into the bucket. Czernevski gasped and his bull balls
were pulled way below his body. Larsen's nuts seemed like they ought
to come off at the punishment they were taking. It didn't seem fair
that the teenager was stretched by the same weight as the heavy-hung
Czernevski.
"Now you guys pump each other off but the first one to shoot has to
take all the weight till his buddy shoots. That way you have an
incentive to pump your teammate as well as possible."
They both started furiously jacking the other guys dick and massaging
his chest and belly to force him to come first. However, Larsen had
already cum once when he had gotten penis-punished earlier so
Czernevski shot first. Now the coach untied Larsen's nuts and the
full weight of the gallon of water was punishing Czernevski's
stretched testicles. The fact that he had just shot a load made them
even more sensitive. Czernevski furiously pumped Larsen's dick trying
to get him to come. He cradled the freshman's nuts and massaged them
gently turning him on more. The pumping kept the weight on his nuts
swinging the whole time. Czernevski's big warm hand soon had Larsen
ready to shoot again.
"Don't play with my nuts, destroy 'em!", yelled Larsen.
Czernevski's massaging grip changed to a vise-like clamping. As his
own weighted big balls felt as if they would be ripped out of his
belly, Larsen's entire scrotum disappeared into Czernevski's big hand
and I thought it would be extruded between his fingers as pulp.
"Yeah, man, squeeze them nuts, punish them good!", the freshman
shrieked. Even though his own testicles were being cruelly stretched
until Larsen shot, Czernevski quit pumping Larsen, took one nut in
each hand and crushed both with direct hard pressure from his thumbs
as Larsen wanted.
"Oh, yes, crush my stud sac, I'm cumming, Aaaaaah!", and Larsen shot
his slim boy dick even without any further pumping of it at all.
Larsen took the bucket with the gallon of water off Czernevski's
bound testicles. They rubbed each other down, got hard again and
turned their attention back to Andy who was still strapped to the
punishment frame and writhing as the coach made more adjustments to
the testicle crusher.
As the screws turned more, Andy's balls spread more and more under
the plastic torture plate. Now the coach decided that is was time to
drain his tortured balls by forced ejaculation with electro-shock.
Each guy on the team put his custom-made glans-cap on his own
cockhead. It contained an electrode which was attached to a wire
running to Andy's glans-cap. They each clamped a piezo-electric
generator around the base of their cock and started jacking. On each
down stroke their fists hit the generator and sent a shock up their
shafts, through their glans, and down the wire to Andy's glans-cap.
The wet concrete floor completed the circuit. As the muscular young
athletes pounded their meat they shocked themselves and Andy got the
full current flow from the whole team. Andy quickly shot a load from
his overstimulated penis. This lowered the resistance and increased
the shocks. The coach started jacking Andy a little and he shot
again, filling the glans-cap with more conductive cum.
Many of the team members shot loads and started pounding a little
harder to force their second ones right away. Many started pumping on
their buddies hard dicks and squeezing each others nuts. The coach
started yelling, "pump, pump, pump". The whole team hit their
generators synchronously and what was a random rain of shocks into
Andy's dick became a sequence of hard shocks at each "pump, pump".
Andy went crazy with the stimulation. The coach screwed the last two
turns to flatten the sophomore's big nuts and this thick dong which
resembled gnarled wood shot its third load.
Andy was released and was a little unsteady but unhurt. We each spent
five minutes giving him an oil massage and Larsen gave him a long
slow gentle blowjob. Andy likes those pretty kinky frosh boys.
Love this swimmers.. Hope they could produce many children now
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