Date: Thu, 8 Dec 2016 18:02:43 -0800
From: William RS <wrsjrm@gmail.com>
Subject: PENIS PUNISHMENTS: THE EROTIC IMAGINATIONS OF TWO BOYS

PENIS PUNISHMENTS: THE EROTIC IMAGINATIONS OF TWO BOYS

Gay/Young Friends

"John, do you remember what you told me about the time James Bond was
caught, tied spread-eagle and had his man parts threatened with a laser?
Well, I have a laser right here."

His eyes became wide open.  "What do you mean?"

Staying in my evil character role, I replied, "You are my prisoner and you
will now be subjected to having your wiener and balls zapped."

******

Please note I use the word 'punishment' frequently in this writing.  The
word was (still is) an erotic trigger word of my prepubescent youth.  The
media image of a person being restrained and abused in some way usually
induced erotic stirrings emanating from my balls and penis.  It was NOT
that I enjoyed seeing another guy being punished.  What got my attention
was the image of seeing a guy's most vulnerable parts in potential peril
(even though genitals were not the focus of the punishment) and that
excited me as I imagined myself in that role.

The kind of erotic "pleasure" punishments I sought, in my overactive
pre-teen imagination, went something along the lines of our genitals being
put through an intense but ultimately pleasurable experience where pain and
injury were NEVER goals.

The experiences portrayed in this writing were done to willing
participants.  We trusted each other and this made the experiences intense
and real.

An important note:

The type of sexual play written here should always remain fun and erotic
for ALL parties.  If a boy (or man) being punished loses his erection, it
immediately stops being fun and is a clear indication the erotic play has
gone too far.

******

These events took place in a suburb of a Pacific Northwest city in the
United States in the late 1960s and early 1970s.  John, my best friend, and
I shared the best times of our boyhoods; when we were sexually curious
without the stigma of being labeled with a sexual orientation.  We were
around the ages of 10 to 12.  He and I fed into each other's imaginations
when it came to this type of erotic play.  John and I would certainly test
each other's erotic limits.

At age 11, John and I were of typical size and weight.  Neither of us were
particularly athletic but we were Cub Scouts, played soccer and our parents
had us enrolled in ski-school during the wintertime.

First Time

My father had built a tree fort for me in the trees located at the edge of
our property.  It was here that John and I first compared our genitals.  As
I remember it, John would always be the instigator of such activities.

"Hey Wills, did you watch the movie on TV, last night?"

Only John would call me "Wills," instead of Will, William or Bill.  I
accepted it because it was different and we were best friends.  I believe
it was because my last name started with an "S" and Will S. became "Wills."

"Which movie was that?"  I asked.

John was talking about the James Bond movie, "Goldfinger," which I happened
to watch also.  We were James Bond fans and many times pretended to be
spies chasing bad guys.

He continued, "There was this part where James was caught by the bad guys
and he was tied to a table."

"Yeah, I remember that part."  I cut in.

"There was this huge laser that was turned on and the beam was slowly
cutting a line between James' legs."

"Yeah, he was supposed to be killed by the laser."

John continued, "But before it would really be cutting into him, it would
first have to zap his wiener and balls!  Man, I bet that would really
hurt."

Thinking how painful having anything that would hit me in the groin and how
that hurt, I quickly agreed that Mr. Bond was in for a very painful torture
of his penis and balls before the laser would surely go on to finish him
off.

"Wills, I got real hard watching that."

"What do you mean, hard?"

"I mean I got a boner.  Just watching and knowing his wiener and balls
might get it made me get a boner!"  John admitted.  God, he was rarely ever
shy.

"Wills, I have a boner now just talking about it with you."

I looked toward his crotch and confirmed his jeans were betraying the truth
as they were sporting a nice tent at the zipper.  Seeing that I was now
staring at his crotch, he got a bold idea.  "I'll show it to you if I can
see yours, too."

I hesitated but realized that I was curious to see my best friend's boner.
I often got to see my younger brother nude at bath time but since he was
older now, I rarely got chances to see his penis, anymore.  I really wanted
to see if John's erection looked like mine.  And, besides, I was starting
to get hard myself.  I agreed.  We both nervously pulled our pants to our
ankles.  White jockey briefs were the thing of the day and they were the
only thing hiding our little boners.  We agreed to pull these down on the
count of three.  One, two...

"Three," we said in unison.

John started pulling his briefs down but his erection was caught,
temporarily, by the elastic waist band.  When it cleared the band, it
sprang up at eager attention and hit his abdomen.  What a sight!  His
circumcised erection was about 3" long and his knob was huge; much wider
than the penile shaft.  It was kind of like the tip of a mushroom.  The
purple knob was fringed with a slight hint of red.  His ball sack looked
darker than the surrounding skin and was scrunched up tight to the base of
his boyhood which made it hard to see how big his nuts were.  He had no
pubic hair, yet.

It was exciting to see a real erection that I could compare to my own!

He noticed my boyhood, of course.  My shaft was thicker and the tip was
less pronounced. I was also longer, but not by much.  My ball sack was
hanging much looser than his and this made it easy for him to see my nuts.

"Your boner is bigger than mine," he claimed.

We stood there for a moment, admiring each other's boyhoods.  He then came
closer and, with his hand, he gently bent his erection down so it pointed
at me.  I instinctively did the same.  He then stepped towards me and our
knobs finally touched.  This was electric!

"Wills, my boner likes your boner.  Look how it likes to kiss yours."

He circled my knob with his.

"Can I touch it?  I mean with my hand?  And your balls?" he pleaded.

Of course!  We spent about five minutes; feeling each other up, squeezing,
petting, and stroking.  Not to the point of orgasm; just two boys
blissfully enjoying the moment.  I coaxed John's nuts to the bottom of his
still tight sack and figured we were about the same size in this
department.  He gently yanked on my low hangers and I gave a slight
shudder.

"You like this, don't you?" John asked.

All good things must end, eventually, and this first time was destined to
end abruptly when my mother called out the backyard door for me to come in
for dinner.  We quickly got dressed.  I had the feeling this was not going
to be the end of our exploration of our budding sex play.  Like I said,
John was adventurous, daring and curious about everything.  These traits
led him to instigate much more sexual play.

The Prisoner Game and Punishments

The woods adjacent to my house were a great place to play games.  Usually
hide and seek or water pistol shoot-outs were popular.  We made rules for
our games.  It evolved the loser had to be punished in some way by doing
something unpleasant but harmless.  As the reader can guess, this quickly
turned to nudity, penises and certain erotic punishments thereof.  I was
the idea guy for punishments to which John readily bought into because he
liked this as much as I did.  It was fairly equal as to who would win, but
there were times I was certain John intentionally lost because he seemed to
enjoy what new way I might have come up with to punish him.  No kidding,
suspense of not knowing one's punishment can be very exciting and arousing!

The loser was then taken prisoner and marched to the tree fort where he was
to be punished.  It got to be pretty much where the prisoner was stripped
or forced to strip and "things" were done to penises and ball sacks.  The
tree fort had a couple of chairs and a small table for card games.  There
was an old mattress used for sleepovers during the summer months.  It was
far enough away from my house to be private.

The prisoner was ordered to strip and lay on the mattress, face up, in the
classic spread eagle "X."  The erotic excitement of the situation assured
we both had erections before pants were removed.  When I was the captor, I
liked to punish John while I was clothed.  It made me feel powerful and in
control.  When the roles were reversed, John liked to leave his shirt on,
but always took his pants and briefs off, probably to show me how turned on
he was while doing it to me.  What a budding exhibitionist!

So what types of punishments, you ask?

Most involved being tied to the chair or mattress after being stripped.  To
make our genitals more accessible and vulnerable, we learned to snugly tie
a small rope around the penis and ball sack in a single loop.  Sometimes
the prisoner would stand and weighty objects were hung from the balls;
known as the "Ball Hanging Punishment."

Other agonies included exposed erections that were whipped with a small
piece of leather.  Balls were not spared, either.  John's balls would dance
around, excitedly, in his sack with every stroke of the leather strap.
Mine probably did, too.

There were times the prisoner was put on his knees, with his hands tied
behind his back.  With excited anticipation, the prisoner awaited what the
captor had in store as he worked from behind him.  A favorite was dipping
the captive genitals in a glass of ice water.  John's erection, by being so
hard and tight to his pubic area made it hard to dip anything but his
balls.

One time we tried stinging nettles once and only once on each other.  The
rash they gave hurt and we were sore for days!  We agreed this was probably
not a good idea.

We discovered, during punishments, both our penises would start to leak a
little bit clear, slimy liquid.  The longer the session, the more this was
likely to happen.  This liquid became part of the routine where it was
"harvested" and fed to the prisoner.  We learned to like the erotic,
slightly salty taste of our "boner juices."  This would lead to an oral
exploration; a writing for another time.

Then we discovered candle wax....

"Mr. Bond" Gets Punished

So here we are playing our regular hide and seek game.  John easily loses
and is taken to my secret hideaway to be punished.

"What a specimen you are!  We'll see soon how brave you are after I take
care of you."

John eagerly played along and pretended as if my henchmen were stripping
him and placing him on the mattress, where he assumed the spread eagle
punishment position.  I secured his hands by tying his wrists with one
rope, looped under the mattress.  The same was done to his feet.  His penis
was in full boner mode, as usual.

"John, do you remember what you told me about the time James Bond was
caught and was subjected to the laser?  Well John, I have a laser right
here."

His eyes became wide open.  "What do you mean?"

Staying in the evil character role, I replied, "You are my prisoner and you
will now be subjected to having your wiener and balls zapped."

I tried to have a serious, devilish look to convince John that his wiener
and balls were truly in peril.  He flexed his tied penis and his ball sack
tightened pretty quickly in his eager anticipation of what was to come.  He
had goose bumps, also.

I went to work to prepare my prisoner for the punishment.  I placed one of
the chairs over his chest.  The rungs to the chair legs barely cleared his
chest and abdomen.  John's eyes widened.  "What are you doing?" he asked
nervously.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

I then grabbed a long stick candle I had taken from the house and taped it
to the edge of the chair seat so it stuck out over John's eager erection
and cute ball sack.

Sensing his anxiousness, I broke out my role, temporarily, and softly told
him,

"Relax, John.  I have tried this on myself and you are going to be
alright."

Which was true.  I had experimented with this when I noticed that hot
liquid wax dripping on my hand didn't hurt as much as I would have thought.
The further the candle from the skin, the more likely it was to sting, but
not hurt.  With no permanent damage, other than a little bit of red skin
which cleared up quickly, I figured this could be added as another fun
penis punishment.  Trust is essential in any friendship.  Once John was
assured I wasn't doing anything too crazy that would really hurt him, he
returned to the role of a prisoner who was about to meet his fate.

I sat on the chair, which straddled John.  His condemned penis and balls
were within easy reach of my hands which was perfect!  The candle, taped to
the chair seat, sat right in front of me between my own legs.  I had a
clear view of everything!  John did not.  He would have to bear the
suspense of awaiting the punishment that was to come without truly knowing
exactly when it would start in earnest.  I struck a match and lit the
candle.

Within seconds, the liquid wax was dripping on the mattress.  John squirmed
a little.  I could hear each drop of wax as it hit the mattress.  And I was
certain that John could, also.  About one drop every second.  I'm certain
his mind was racing as he imagined what he was soon to feel!

Drip, drip, drip.

"Oh John," I whispered, "What nice balls you have.  Too bad they are about
to get fried."

I reached down and gently rolled his captive nuts in a tight ball sack with
my fingers.  His penis twitched and began emitting pre-cum.

"Oh, what a good boner.  It really likes this punishment, John."

John's breathing was getting heavy.  He squirmed a little but mostly just
lay there, accepting his fate.  "John, it won't be long now.  The "laser"
is getting closer to your tight ball sack."

The candle was now about a half inch from his precious jewels.

"Your poor balls.  Get ready to say goodbye to them, John."

It was only a matter of seconds, now.  I think John could feel the heat of
the dripping wax which was now getting very close to its first target.  I
watched with fascination as John forcibly twitched his penis in a futile
effort to suck his captured ball sack away from its impending doom.  When
he did this, a huge gob of pre-cum oozed from his slit.  I took it in my
fingers and started rubbing his engorged purplish mushroom tip.  He
squirmed with delight as this, in of itself, was also one of our previous
stimulation punishments.

"What a nice boner!  Soon it will be fried."

Then John yelped and shook.  I looked at his ball sack and the first drip
of wax had just nicked its target.  At first, there was a lot of squirming.
Then he settled down.  He shook a little with each drop.  He started to
moan.

"Are you OK?"

"Yessss," he whispered.  "This is very torturous, but in a good way!"

Exactly what I wanted to hear!

His ball sack started to accumulate the hardening wax.  Each drip landing
on the skin, right between his balls.  I noticed John's excitement because
his balls were dancing inside their protective sack.

"Oh, ooh, oh," with each drip.

I looked back and noticed his eyes were closed.  John was pretty much in
the zone with this punishment.  The wax dribbled along the sides of his
sack, which exposed different areas to the hot liquid.  Soon, the wax trail
was at the top of the sack.  Then it was zapping the base of his now four
inch boner.

"Too bad, John.  Your beautiful boner is now being fried."

I went back to massaging the sensitive tip of John's beautiful boyhood.

"Ohhhhh"

His little boner twitched has the liquid started working the way to its
ultimate target.  John had a huge tip, bigger than mine.  His slit was
flowing with pre-cum.  A lot of pre-cum.

"Is the prisoner thirsty?" I asked.

I took some of the pre-cum pooling on his skin beneath a rock hard boner
and scooped it into a paper cup.

"Have this."

He took it on his lips and his tongue lapped it in.

The wax made its way up his shaft, each drop landing and dribbling off to
one side or the other of his boner.  I decided the prisoner needed a little
mercy so I started massaging his wax encrusted ball sack.  I continued this
as the dripping wax now was at his slit.  What a punishment, now!  He
squirmed but never asked for it to stop.

"Oh Wills," he said.  "Something's happening."

I got scared.  I asked him if he wanted this to stop.  He replied in the
negative but he was moaning now and his whole body was quivering.  The drip
was now at the end of the tip and his punishment would soon be over.

"Ohhh nooo!" he moaned.

I quickly blew out the candle.  I was still a little scared about what
might be happening.  John's body then bucked and tensed.  His breathing
became very heavy.  He moaned again and then his boner squirted three small
but distinct splats of milky liquid a few inches into the air, something I
had never seen his penis do before.  It startled me.

"Wills, I think I broke something.  It felt real intense!" he said with a
serious tone.  It was over.  John's punishment was over.  And here he is
telling me that I broke something.  "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry!" I pleaded.

John reassured me he felt OK and asked me to untie and then hold him.  I
picked the hardened wax off of his still beautiful ball sack and penis, now
softening.  His breathing relaxed.  We held each other for about five
minutes.

No words were spoken as he got dressed.  I felt like I might have placed
our friendship in jeopardy because of the silence of my best friend.  I
felt terrible.

"John, I'm sorry." I pleaded again.

He led the way as we left the tree fort.  After a few steps John turned his
head toward me and uttered, with a devilish look,

"Don't worry, your turn is next."

He smiled at me and now my fear turned back into erotic excitement.

******* Interesting and constructive comments to:

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Do you want to read more?  How do you think John will get his revenge?

Post script musings:

The following will give you some background into my writing and where my
erotic thinking was, as a boy, and where it is now.  Or, shall I say: What
the hell were we thinking when we did this?  The events in this writing
took place before the social rigors of Middle/Jr. High School set in; when
sexual curiosities give way to a more (and unfortunate, in my opinion)
disdain of any remotely sexual activity shared between boys.

I have read several Nifty writings and stories describing similar boy
behaviors as those you read above.  I firmly believe if the situation is
right, prepubescent/pre-teen boys can and will be readily sexual with each
other, but rarer once they age into their teens.  I suspect the sex play
activities attributed to younger boys, around the ages of 10 to 12, to be
more widely engaged in than what is assumed; especially if they are of the
same approximate age and left on their own without older teen and/or adult
interference.  The most plausible scenario will be some sort of activity
between two close friends or, occasionally, a "group" activity that bonds
the "members" of that group in a significant shared experience.

From a more ancient, primal and historical standpoint, a boy's journey into
manhood in many tribal societies probably involved a degree of sexual
activity with a group which was rarely labelled under any of the stigma
labels applied to such activities, today.  It was considered part of a
boy's education in preparing him for adulthood.  The sexual play around the
times described in my writing are when most boys, at that age, start their
journey into a more sophisticated sexual existence.

The shared experiences of many boys ultimately can and do involve nudity,
under the guise there should be nothing hide amongst the boys in the group.
What do boys have that they are taught, at an early age, to hide from
others; even their closest family members?  As soon as a boy becomes
"aware" of his penis, his parents are usually preaching the standard
modesty expected by today's society.  Moreover, a young boy usually learns
at a very early age he must always hide that wonderfully mysterious thing
his penis does.  It elongates, gets hard, and does so easily for mostly no
reason at all.  And when it does, it feels good.  Sometimes REALLY GOOD!
To the point it DEMANDS attention.

I believe, in a small group of friends, boys will often face the prospect
of having to lift the vail of secrecy of their own genitals amongst other
boys.  This was certainly the case in my neighborhood.  Starting with dares
to compare our "equipment," we all came to know about each other's penises.
This quickly led to seeing the other boys at full erection at various
times.  All I can say is "Viva La Difference."  Boys want and need to be
accepted by their peers and that includes the sharing and comradery of
celebrating one of the things that only boys (and men) possess; our
penises.

Movies often evoked both John's and my imaginations.  The spread-eagled
James Bond scene in "Goldfinger" is obviously the basis of my writing.
Another movie I remembered us talking about was "Lord of the Flies" (1963
version).  There are serious boner evoking scenes where boys are not
wearing much but loin clothes, skinny-dipping, and, in particular, one
scene where a boy's exposed bottom was whipped with a switch.  This type of
thing fired our erotic imaginations.

We really played with candle wax and experimented dripping it on our
genitals.  The elaborate set up portrayed in the writing would have been
difficult since our play was more spontaneous, but we did tie each other up
and then lit candles.

I have always felt what happened, for the most part, was natural and
honest, if not a little kinky.

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I would very much like to hear from those if you have/had similar feelings
and experiences.

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