I no longer have the original version of this story, but I do recall that the original version ended much more badly for the sexy farm stud.
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Hanged by His Balls
Based on an original story idea by Nathan
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God, this was a crazy town! And I should have ridden right on through instead of making the stop.
The boy sure looked scared when I saw him at the jail yesterday, and hell, now I know why. He really hadn’t done anything any warm blooded horny young male wouldn’t want to do. And he sure as shit hadn’t raped anyone! That’s my opinion of course, and it doesn’t count for much.
Still, most young’uns I guess can and do control themselves better than he did, and most teens are generally more careful when they first start fucking. Still, the girl was a hot number and it was easy to see where the desire had been and why the caution had been thrown aside. Then again, the boy was one hell of a fine-looking stud, too! I figured that the girl had probably asked for him to do her, begged him is probably more like it, and if not then she almost certainly went along with it. Yeah, just two school kids out fucking, that’s just what it looked like to me. Still, the town lacked any sense of humor and the puritan roots were sure coming out now. The township was looking to blame someone, and the boy got all of the blame, sure as shit he did.
The bummer was he was a sharp and damn good-looking kid too, and if he had anyone speakin’ on his behalf he might have escaped this nightmare. If he had done her in a big city like Dodge or Laramie he probably wouldn’t have faced much in the way of consequences, and hell, he might have even gotten a pat on the back from his schoolmates. But this wasn’t a big city, and there didn’t seem to be anyone congratulating him.
Yeah, this was some place! Hell, I’ve been through a LOT of towns in my lifetime, but I’ve never ever been to one as stuck up and old-fashioned as this one. Sure, I’ve heard of frontier justice and all that, but still, I’ve never heard of anyone being punished like this kid. God! Hell, he just fucked her cause she wanted him to! Yeah, that’s the way it seems to me. She didn’t say that of course, but no girl is gonna admit she asked for it...not if she doesn’t want to be labeled a whore she won’t. Still, I think it’s pretty plain that this boy didn’t rape anyone.
What really gets me is I just don’t see why they all are so upset about it. Teenagers have been fucking since time began I suppose. Hell, I even remember myself when I was seventeen sneaking out after school and doing Mary Jane Tanner. God. Still you would think now, in 1852, that people would be more tolerant than they are. The kid probably could have gotten away with it, and nobody would have cared even, ‘cept that with her belly growing by the day it was sure obvious SOMEBODY had knocked her up, and there wasn’t any way THAT could be ignored. She had finally told on him and he hadn’t denied doing it...said he loved her and all that, and even agreed to marry her.
But in this town that didn’t count for much.
It sure didn’t help him that her father was the judge, and the girl swore it was all his idea and she had tried to tell him no but he had forced her. The boy claimed she had consented and had wanted him inside of her, and hell, as far as I was concerned his story was a lot more plausible than hers. But then I’m not the judge with the teenage daughter whose reputation I have to protect. But shit...her story just doesn’t fly with me. Hell, what else could she say with daddy hanging over her every word? While I didn’t see the trial I don’t imagine that he had much of a chance.
Still, he did do it, fuck her that is, and that much isn’t really in question. I would have thought a quick little wedding might have been more appropriate, and if he had been from a family of money it might have even gone that way. They could have dealt with it in a lot of better ways than this. I would have even thought if they had to do something then a little jail time might have taught him a lesson and at least left him a man. MAYBE he might have deserved that. To me he was just a hot teenage boy, filled with raging hormones, doing what hot young males do when they get together with a hot girl and are left unsupervised. I wouldn’t have even given him jail time, no sir I wouldn’t. Looking at him, hell, he looked like little more than a kid to me, and if I had my druthers I’d have just put him over a knee and blistered his teenage bottom. Yeah, that’s how I would have handled it. He wasn’t too old for a good whipping and that would have been a lot more appropriate than the overblown reaction this crazy town is doin’.
Yeah, that’s my opinion. But like I said before, my opinion isn’t worth much. Not here it ain’t.
One thing for sure, this town sure lacks a sense of humor! Now, its true I’ve seen men hanged for doin’ a woman they should have left alone. But not when the woman wanted it as much as the man. Even so, I’ve never seen any man ever be sentenced like this boy has been sentenced. Yet, I can’t resist the temptation to stay and see it, and so along with the rest of the town I have come out to watch the spectacle, even though I may regret it later.
And God...there he is! They are dragging him out of the jailhouse now. Shit... he’s only 18 years old! Poor kid! No matter, whatever his age he’s not too happy, and with his hands tied behind his back and the two big deputies at his side he looks petrified. He is getting half dragged out to the gallows. He’s one hell of a handsome looking lad, too, I gotta admit, with jet black hair and incredible blue eyes.
They got him in just his pants, revealing a surprisingly powerful upper body, especially on one so young. It was the kind of body that hard farm work will give a man, big and lean and dense and strong. This kid is obviously beefy and powerful, but the two big deputies are holding him securely, and the young man’s terrified struggles are in vain. You can see him sweatin’ in the sun, his tanned skin stretched taut over his bulging young muscles, and his rippled abs visible as he struggles. His entire back glistens with his sweat and the fear in his eyes is unmistakable. Who can blame him?
As they drag him closer I can see him better now. He’s even more handsome up close than I had first thought. Shit, the young lad is breath taking, with classically handsome features caught in that beautiful transition from boy to man. And yeah he’s young, but DAMN this kid is BUILT!! He’s about 6’2” tall, and his physique is just phenomenal! I’d guess that the young man weighed between 250 and 260 pounds of pure muscle, maybe even more, and his big, powerful muscles bulged and stretched mightily as he fought against the men dragging him to the gallows.
Turns out that the young man is an apprentice to the local blacksmith, and so has been pounding and forging steel since he was a mere 12 years of age, building a body that looks just as solid as the iron that he shapes. Not a hair on his chest, and there ain’t any line of hair down below his belly button either. He’s got one of those ripped stomachs so many of the young guys have, except it’s more defined than most, looking like two stacked rows of big cobblestones. His smooth chest and his baby face definitely make him look young and innocent, despite his incredible muscular physique. Hell, I don’t think his face has ever seen a razor, and the way his cheeks are flushed red he looks like a boy in need of a spanking more than a man in need of a hanging.
Shit.
As he passes me, his eyes are wide with fear. I glance down at his crotch, and I can see a very significant bulge in his tattered breeches. He’s obviously old enough to have put that prick of his where it didn’t belong. It’s too bad, and yet looking at the faces in the crowd there doesn’t seem to be much sympathy for him and I’d even have to say they looked eager.
There is a group of young men that appear to be his age, all watching with an intense interest, and I figure they must be his schoolmates. Some of the boys look more than eager, almost like they are excited to watch it happen. I look at them, wondering what they are thinking, and as I stare their way its apparent to me, if to no one else, that more than one of them has a prick that is stiff in his pants, eager to watch their schoolmate’s unmanning. I see that the girl has come out to watch too, and I see her belly with his seed growing inside of her, and I can’t help but think they would all be better off together. I see him look to his schoolmates and he blushes red, and then he notices her too, and as he looks her way she looks down at the dirt, trying to ignore his gaze with a look of guilt and grief written upon her pretty features.
He really starts struggling then, desperate to keep from being dragged up the stairs. It’s no use, and as we all watch they half-drag, half-pull him up and then up again, stair after stair, with him fighting and pleading as they drag him all the way. The boys in his class giggle as they watch him struggle, and its obvious more than one of them is enjoying his misery. It doesn’t take that long and they have him up at the top. Thirteen. Yeah, thirteen stairs and then he’s on the platform...still struggling.
As I watch they don’t hesitate, almost as if they are anxious to get it started. The deputies are grabbing his belt and pulling it off of him. He is fighting the two deputies but a third is there now, and as we all watch they unsnap his pants and then, as he struggles, they pull the youth’s pants down his large, impressively muscular legs and all the way to his ankles. His face goes red, bright red, and whatever he might have had on underneath his pants has already been taken from him at the jail, cause he doesn’t have nothing on now! God! The humiliation of being forced to stand so exposed is shocking to the boy...you can sense his humiliation as he tries to turn from the crowd to hide his genitals. The gesture is useless, and as the deputies hold him in place his balls and cock are on display and it’s obvious it’s almost more than the boy can stand. The entire town is staring at him and everything that makes him the man that he is.
He is naked, stark naked, and as the boy’s prick bounces out, semi-rigid, jutting from his pubic mound, the crowd almost gasps as one, myself included. The boy’s cock is simply enormous, at LEAST 9 inches long and extremely thick, and clearly still completely soft by the way it’s still curving downward and wobbling like a limp noodle.
However, it isn’t just the boy’s prick that catches everyone’s attention.
The youth’s huge ball sack is hanging down under his prick, heavy and full and extremely large, and packed with the two largest nuts I have ever seen! Each massive testicle is about the size of a man’s fist, and together their tremendous weight tugs at his huge scrotum, pulling it down over 4” from his crotch! Talk about massive set of low-hangers!! The young man’s behemoth balls would make a stud bull jealous! Hell, it’s no wonder the young girl got knocked up by this young man…he probably filled her to overflowing with his seed!
I suddenly find myself hoping that the young lady is carrying a son to carry on his father’s extraordinary gifts and legacy.
What catches everyone’s attention, including mine, is that a small ring of iron is clearly visible around the top of the boy’s huge balls. The ring has obviously been put in place as part of the preparations for the teenager’s punishment, and I instantly realize why the blacksmith was out earlier when I went to look for him. How strange it must have been for the blacksmith to close this circle of iron around his own apprentice’s massive balls, knowing that it will be used as part of his punishment, as part of his unmanning. The boy’s entire sack is huge, just fucking enormous, and it’s easy to see that the metal ring at the top of his scrotum is so tight and has been made so small that both of his testicles are bulging out below, squeezed so tight that the skin of his scrotum looks almost paper thin, and the balls themselves very visible through the hairless skin. It’s almost like they are trapped like two huge oversized oranges ripe for the picking. The boy looks down at his own scrotum, and as he sees his bulging testicles and the iron ring that traps them, his face flushes even redder almost like it’s sunburned.
The boy is struggling like a madman then. He keeps saying “No...oh NO...please, NO!!” over and over. But no one seems to be listening.
Tied to the beam above his head there is a rope. Its fairly short and I can see there is no noose on the end. Instead, it has been tied to a small chain, and as I watch the deputies bring the chain down, until the end is next to the boy’s bulging balls. He tries to move away, but can’t, and then, as we all watch, they slip the chain around and through the loop of iron that entraps his massive balls, and then they slide a locking pin in place to hold it secure. It has only taken a few minutes, but it is done. My eyes follow the chain, up to the rope just above his head, and then to the beam that is higher still. Both the chain and the rope have been covered in thick grease, making them very slippery. There is a little slack in the chain, and it hangs down below his knees. As the boy stands there, I realize they have literally chained him by his balls to the beam that runs the length of the platform. God! They really are going to hang him by his balls...and the boy knows it!
While one of the deputies holds the boy steady, another one reaches down to the boy’s ankles and pulls off the youth’s britches that are bunched there. Then, he takes a set of leg irons and closes them around the boy’s ankles, keeping them closed together and making sure the boy doesn’t go anywhere. Next, having secured the boy, the other deputy reaches up to where the boy’s balls are, and as we all watch he takes another piece of leather, thin and only about a foot long, and loops it around the boy’s sack above where the metal ring rests. Then, with a jerk, he snaps the leather into a knot. As he jerks the knot tight, the boy grunts as his scrotum is suddenly shut completely closed like a purse. The boy spasms, and then he slams his thighs together like a trap in a useless gesture to protect his manhood, and as he does that a ripple of laughter goes through the crowd. His face reflects the pain, and his balls flush red as it is done. The boy looks down and sees it...his eyes taking it all in...the huge red balls bulging in their knotted sack, and the pain of the leather real and intense. He looks up, and I see him take in the chain going up, past his head...to the rope and finally tied over the beam above him. He tries to move...you can see him still wanting to turn and run, and he starts to waiver and almost falls from his legs that are chained together. One of the deputies steadies him...and the youth seems desperate then, the look on his face one of realization and fear of what is to come.
The deputies then step away and off to the side, and the boy is left alone, standing on the man platform that is hinged on one side. As I watch, the young man’s cock begins to stiffen, apparently galvanized by the recently man-handling of his big nuts, or perhaps out of fear for his impending unmanning, almost as if it was eager to expose his balls and prepare them for their hanging.
As the already huge cock stiffens and grows, it quickly becomes clear to me that the youth is actually a grown and not a shower! Shit, how big IS this kid’s horse cock!?! On and on it grows, stretching thicker and longer as it steadily rises from the small thatch of dark pubic hair at its base. Finally, the handsome youth’s cock reaches its full, eye-popping length of over 15 inches, thicker than a wrist, a truly mammoth cock. Another gasp goes up from the crowd at the sight of this almost unimaginably monumental cock, throbbing proudly before the boy in defiance of the hanging that was about to begin.
Damn, I’m starting to question this kid’s guilt! I mean, with a monster cock that freaking huge, how the HELL could he have fucked that girl!?! It doesn’t even seem possible! The handsome lad’s cock is just too monstrously big!!
Suddenly, the judge is reading his sentence, and as he does so the crowd goes quiet and we all lean to listen. “You, Jason Robert Stillman, have been tried and found guilty of the crime of rape by a jury of your peers. You are a disgrace to your family and to your school and an embarrassment for this township. You have been sentenced to be hanged by your balls until they are dead. May God have mercy on your manhood. Do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried out?”
There is laughter from the crowd, and from the expressions around me it’s obvious many are anxious to watch the lad’s castration. God! As for the boy, he is babbling...the fear so great he can’t find the words. He is begging, that much is apparent, and then he is crying and he starts to try and walk but he can’t move. I can make out the “Pleaseeeeeee” and the “NO”...and he seems to be repeating the words and as he glances around the crowd it is almost as if his eyes are desperate to find sympathy. Its obvious he is one petrified teenager, and the crowd seems to feed on his fear.
There is a drum roll then and we all look to the platform and the hangman that holds the lever. God, is that what you call him? The hangman? The boy suddenly yells out “OH GOD!! PLEASE!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! DON’T!!!!!” just as the Sheriff gives the nod and the lever is pulled.
In that instant the entire platform beneath the boy’s feet falls away and he starts to slide, dropping in the process. He drops about half way to the ground, and as he does so he suddenly jerks to a stop, then bounces back up a few inches before he falls again with a snap. As his body jerks the boy screams, a blood-curdling scream as the chain snaps taught and his balls suddenly take his entire weight.
We all gasp in surprise. I don’t think any of us were expecting that. I thought for sure that the boy’s huge balls would just rip right off, but somehow they held him there, suspended just above the ground, swinging literally by the essence of his manhood. Man, this kid must have some mighty tough balls! Particularly since the lad is as hugely muscled as a bull and weighs more than just about any other man in the crowd!
He flips over, and then he is suddenly hanging, upside down...and spinning...oh-so-slowly about four feet from the ground. He is struggling...his body jerking in spasms as his balls stretch out...the boy’s entire scrotum literally stretching out almost a FOOT in length. The weight of the leg irons slowly brings him around, turning him in mid-air, and then only a few seconds after he made the drop he is upright, slowly spinning around and around held only by the chain on his scrotum. The boy is leaning back at about a forty-five degree angle, his head looking up and his balls stretched out and holding him.
He is delirious with pain, and from his lips the screams continue...more of a wail than a scream, something between an animal and a man...or perhaps soon to be less than a man. The expression on his stunningly handsome face is one of total agony. The young man must be wishing that he’d never had balls! His entire body jerks continuously... his legs flailing in and out as he bends his knees, then straightens them and then bends them again... struggling perhaps to release some of the pressure or to find some relief from the misery his balls have become. As everyone watches, the boy’s prick has grown harder still, and as we watch it continues to stiffen and grow. His big purple head pops out of his foreskin, and the end glistens with the fluids of his manhood. Soon it is so stiff and jutting it looks obscene, growing to more than 16 ½ inches in length, and yet he struggles like a madman seemingly not noticing the swelling change in his mighty prick, and his screams just blend slowly into a long, continuous cry that seems to have no beginning and certainly has no end.
He slowly spins on the chain, dangling by his gigantic and hideously stretched out balls. His hands are still tied tightly behind his back, but you can see him working them, struggling to get them free and to try and save himself. He dances the hangman dance, but his struggles are useless, and it’s obvious he realizes he can’t work them free. His body shifts and he’s on his back, suspended in the air and slowly turning by his balls. He bends his waist and then straightens out, again and again, and it almost gives the impression he is humping the chain that holds him. He is one desperate teenager, struggling so hard to do something, ANYTHING, and then in his desperation he is jerking his entire body then like a wild animal in some kind of obscene trap. It’s almost as if he is trying to jerk hard enough to pull his balls off and in doing so get free! I hold my breath, and I find myself praying that will happen and they will tear free and separate and so end his misery.
But minute after minute ticks by, and it doesn’t happen.
The boy struggles, and his twists and turns grow even more desperate. God...how can his balls hold him!? The muscular kid weighs a freaking TON!! Even balls as huge as his couldn’t possibly hold up a man’s entire weight, could they?! This punishment is beyond cruel. If only they would just castrate him and end his misery!
But they don’t and his balls stretch out some more, the sac so grossly distended that it doesn’t even look human. He is mad with the pain, and try as he may he is unable to jerk his gigantic balls free. Cruelly, they somehow continue hold his great weight and suspend him several feet above the dusty ground. He is crazy with the pain, and he opens his eyes and closes them...then opens them again...then he is looking out at the crowd. His bright blue eyes are wide with the pain, desperate, and he is screaming for mercy from a merciless crowd. Everyone but me it seems is laughing. All of his schoolmates, except for one, are laughing so hard it is almost a roar, and the town is clapping and cheering and seeming to be enjoying every rotation of his body and every moment of his pain.
I’ve never seen anything like it. As he jerks his legs and bends his knees, it forces his body to move about, still swinging from his sac. When he bends his knees his head swings straight down, and he hangs upside down, the boy’s balls so stretched out that it gives the appearance the skin will fail at any moment. Then, as he arches his back and straightens his legs, his body flips around, the weight of the leg irons enough to pull him back up, almost straight up and down...his head up in the air for a moment before he bends his knees again and rolls back over, slowly, spinning in two directions on his stretched out balls. The balls seem to twist in the process...his scrotum taking the twist and the boy’s huge balls bulging even tighter as it happens.
Time seems to drag...and the boy is sweating, his entire beautifully muscular body glistening in the hot sun as he struggles and dances on the end of the rope. His life has become nothing but agony. His prick seems to jut out from his little patch of pubic hair, like some prehistoric beast of rutting sex. How he still has a hard on through all of this pain, I can’t comprehend.
And then, as we are all watching, he suddenly starts to grunt, and then his prick spasms, and then, when you would least expect it, long lines of the boy’s semen just seem to jet out of his untouched cock. The boy is grunting and jerking as his mammoth horse cock spurts like a goddamn fountain, and the crowd roars as it happens.
For the boy, his orgasm seems to bring him no pleasure. Instead, it’s more like a last, desperate act from a set of dying balls.
The first blast is massive, a long and astonishingly thick rope of nearly pure white cum that spurts out with amazing force, splattering up his big, muscular chest to his shoulder, and then blasting beyond his body to the dry dirt beyond. The blast is so huge and so phenomenally powerful that you can actually HEAR it jet forth from his mammoth horse cock. The next blasts are equally as massive, one following the next in a seemingly unending stream of hot farm boy cum. He squirts again and again and again, the youth’s huge load splashing out of his dick and literally splattering like big, thick raindrops into the dirt as he spins from his gigantic purple balls. I can actually see his massive nuts visibly contracting with each pulse of his huge cock, the mighty bollocks violently convulsing in a desperate attempt to purge their colossal load and fertilize something before they are destroyed.
On and on it continues, the young man’s cum literally white washing his chest and belly, and huge slugs of the stuff drip off of his body to the uncaring ground below. Finally, after nearly a full MINUTE of continuous cumming, the incredible stud is finally empty, the spasms of what must surely be his last orgasm dying with his balls. And as he ejaculates the last of his seed, the boy seems to almost collapse inwardly, slowly losing his strength as he spurts out the copious ropes of his thick essence.
It is the most monumental, majestic orgasm I have ever seen in my life! Everyone in the crowd is utterly speechless after the boy’s spectacular display of super human virility. I wouldn’t have thought any man would be capable of such a load, not even with balls the size of those of a bull! It’s no wonder that the young lady got pregnant by him — this stud just shot out enough baby batter to knock up the whole damn town!!
After shooting his final, titanic load, the young man’s struggles slow and his screams turn into a babble, and then to a low, continuous whimper. He seems to be gasping for air and his balls change color. At first they were bright red, but they quickly became a dark red and then an angry purple, and as we watch they grow darker still. They do not look like the balls of a human anymore. They are so dark purple that they look nearly black, and they are distended like a grotesque bulge at the end of a thin tube of skin. Every vein on the surface of those two colossal balls is standing out rigid and swollen, his dying balls starved for blood even as they are slowly ripped out of the young man’s crotch by their very roots.
He hangs and hangs. I feel my heart racing, wondering how long it has taken. Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? More? Some people begin to walk away. The boy is still conscious, but I have no idea how long he will stay that way. I do not see an end, and begin to wonder if they will leave him this way to die. He just slowly goes around and around, and whenever he bends his knees he upends himself and his balls seem to twist again. He grunts when that happens and arches his back, and as his extends his legs he flips back over and grunts again. God! I wonder if it will ever end!
Suddenly, I see one of his classmates, the one boy who wasn’t laughing earlier, start to move toward him, and as he leaves the line of his friends and begins to walk up to the lad, I can only wonder what will happen. Nobody says anything. Then, as we watch, I see him reach to his waist and pull out his knife. The blade is long, and the metal glints in the sunlight. The hanging boy looks at him, and the two boys’ eyes meet. I am close enough that I hear it when the youth with the knife says, “I can’t do it for you Jason...I can’t cut you down.”
Then as the boy spins around one more time, slowly, the youth with the knife reaches out and cuts the rope that binds his friend’s wrists. As he does so, the boy’s hands come apart...and he immediately reaches out desperately and grabs the chain that holds his balls and drives the pain that is still consuming him. He grasps the greasy chain that holds his balls with his hands so hard his hands turn white, and it’s apparent that he is pulling upward with a strength and a desperation that causes every huge muscle in his amazingly etched and massive body to strain mightily. He is gripping the chain like a crazed madman, and you can see his desperation as he tries to pull himself up and relieve the pressure on his balls.
At first it appears to be working, despite the thick grease coating the chain and the rope, and he manages to pull himself up and then up some more...but the beam is high over his head and the platform has fallen away and is no more. There is nothing he can climb up to, but he climbs anyway, up the chain. About half way up he hesitates, and he stays suspended then, not going up and his balls are no longer stretched, regaining more of a healthy color as blood returns to the huge gonads. Nothing moves, and the boy seems to be stuck there, stranded as he grips the chain with all of his might, his great muscles trembling and quivering visibly with the effort. But, after his huge orgasm and the pain he has already endured, there is little strength left in his powerful arms, and it’s obvious he is unable to go any further. Worse, he starts to slip, the grease causing his grip to loosen, and you can see him desperately trying to maintain his grip. His arms are shaking, and then the quivering intensifies and, to more laughs from the crowd, the youth loses his grip, falling back to the end of the chain.
The chain snaps taut, yanking once again at the young stud’s brutalized balls. And again, the youth’s awesome bull nuts hold, stretching over a foot from his crotch and keeping him suspended in the air. He convulses from the impact, and the shudder seems to rack his entire muscular body. As he falls back and jerks with the impact, he screams so loud I want to cover my ears, the scream so intense as his bulging, bruised balls are jerked once again, taking all his weight one more time as he cries out from the misery.
The brutal yanking of the chain snaps something deep in the young man’s balls, however, and as he hangs by his balls once again, he lets loose with a second magnificent load. The crowd of school boys watches in awe and amazement as the cum pumps out of the young man like a geyser, and it appears that this load will be every bit as massive as his first. Gout after mighty gout blasts forth from his 16 ½-inch monster cock, much of it landing on his massive chest and cobblestone abs, but the bulk of it sailing past his cannon ball shoulders, shooting with such astounding force that it lands nearly 20 feet behind him.
Again, the young bull stud cums for nearly a full minute before the titanic orgasm finally begins to ebb and then cease. Both the young man and the gallows platform itself are drenched and dripping with his freshly milked cum, and the ground beneath the muscular stud is actually turning to mud! Even more strength seems to leave the young man’s powerful body, and he just hangs there by his balls, moaning softly.
His eyes are wide with desperation. He looks to his friend and croaks “PLEASE HELP ME...PLEASE!!” No one says anything and his friend does nothing at first. Then, slowly, the boy simply reaches out and offers his knife to the boy hanging by his balls. You can see the lad’s desperation, and then he grabs it and in a flash tries to climb up the chain to the rope above. But the grease makes everything far too slick, and the handsome lad cannot reach as high as the rope. So instead, he brings the knife up and tries to saw the chain itself. His one massively muscular arm pulls upward on the chain again as he tries to take some of the pressure off his hanged nuts, and with the other he saws the knife back and forth and back and forth against the metal chain, hoping and begging and desperate to somehow cut through it and get himself down. He is screaming, “God...oh please... please...oh pleaseeeeee knife cut it...cut the chain!” as he works the knife and slices the steel against the chain. He saws and saws but makes no progress against the links of iron. Links he may have likely forged himself when he worked as the blacksmith’s apprentice!
While we watch him sawing with the knife, dulling it, his body begins to spin around faster. Suddenly he cries out again and his hand loses the grip on the chain, once again causing his balls to take the full weight of his massive, muscular body. The tears are flowing down his handsome face then, and you can almost sense that moment when he realizes it is hopeless. Everyone is suddenly cheering:
“DO IT.....DO IT.......DO IT........DO IT.......DO IT.......DO IT.......DO IT!”
The teenager is beside himself...and as the realization of what he must do consumes him, he slowly moves his hand with the knife down...down to the only thing he can do to cut himself free. He hesitates...holding the knife against his own balls...against his awesome manhood, purple and distended and bulging enormously in his overstretched scrotum. He’s got the knife right up against the metal ring, which is an inch away from the leather tie. Time slows again...and he seems to think about it...the crowd cheering him on and encouraging him to finish his own castration.
“DO IT.....DO IT.......DO IT........DO IT.......DO IT.......DO IT.......DO IT!”
You can see him hesitating, but the pain is so great and the hope is totally gone from him and it’s apparent that he realizes he has no options. He looks out to the crowd and his eyes lock with the girl. She is screaming too... “DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!”
Suddenly, he closes his beautiful blue eyes, and then his hand is in motion, and as I watch the teenage boy begins to saw the now very dull knife at his own balls. They are stretched so tight that I know it won’t take long for even the dull knife to start to rip the skin, and I am desperate for the boy, wishing there was something I could do, some way to save his enormous and fantastic bull nuts.
The young man screams as he begins to castrate himself, and while the knife is working to make its first slice, the young man’s rampant, randy prick spasms once AGAIN, shooting forth yet ANOTHER monumental load of his cream, his last, gargantuan load, his last act as a man.
But while I watch, I suddenly notice that the rope above the boy is beginning to unravel, unable to support the young man’s great beefy weight any longer. The threads of the rope begin to snap, just a few at first, and then faster and faster. I see the young man still sawing at his balls, oblivious to the fraying rope above him, and I pray that the rope will snap before the young man finishes his own unmanning.
Suddenly, the rope snaps, and the surprised young man is dropped to the ground below. He hits the ground flat on his back, landing with a splash in a muddy pool of his own semen and splashing mud all around him. Everyone else stands there stunned in wide-eyed disbelief – the young man has survived the hanging of his balls intact, saved by his own great muscular weight! – and while everyone else remains motionless, I decide to act.
I know that the townspeople will just hang the young man again if given the chance, finishing what they started, so I dash forward to the naked, prone, and helpless youth, scoop him out of the mud, sling his great weight over my shoulder, and run for my horse. It is only a short distance to my horse, but the handsome young man’s great weight slows me down, and I fear that I will not reach the beast before the school boys catch me. I throw Jason’s muscular body behind the saddle, leap onto my mount, and gallop away just before the young men catch us.
As I gallop out of town, knowing that the townspeople will soon be in pursuit, I glance back at my young companion to make sure he is alright. Sure enough, I can clearly see Jason’s gargantuan testicles, and they indeed unharmed and still fully attached to his body. They still look swollen and distended, but their coloring is quickly returning back to normal. I see a small cut on the side of his scrotum, a shallow gash that is only lightly bleeding, and I realize with great relief that he hand’t managed to cut himself deeply before the rope snapped. Other than that shallow cut, and the fact that his gargantuan bollocks are hanging an incredible full 7 or 8 inches from his crotch, permanently stretched by his horrific ordeal, the handsome farm boy’s massive nuts are miraculously otherwise unharmed.
As I glance back at Jason’s behemoth balls and massive, muscular physique, Jason lifts his handsome head and meets my eyes. His beautiful blue eyes are filled with gratitude, and not a little bit of awe, at his rescue, and I smile at him, assuring him that he will be alright.
We both know that our adventures together have just begun…
