Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2017 17:00:55 -0700
From: William RS <wrsjrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Penis Punishments 4

Penis Punishments 4

John and I were certainly bored on a warm afternoon in June 1970.  School
was out for the summer and we had idle time on our hands.  Perhaps too much
time.  We were in our favorite tree fort hang out and, up there, it much
too easy to have things turn to having some fun with our all too eager
penises.

We loved the excitement of tormenting each other's penises in
"Captive/Prisoner" games.  It was a matter of seeing how much the other
could take before one gave in by calling a stop to the action, but more
often the "torment" would end with a hand job which brought the "prisoner"
to his cum after a considerable build up.

Of course, our imaginations were spurred on by images of things we saw in
the media, primarily TV.  John particularly made it a point to come up with
ideas he wanted to try on me.  I suspected he had tried many of these
"torments" on himself, thus perfecting them on his own willing boner,
before he attempted them with me.

"Wills, have you noticed that many things that are done to a condemned man
can be done to just his cock and balls?"

Now that got my attention!  What devilish ideas was John thinking now?

"Strip for me, prisoner!"

I was always too eager to do so.  Off with everything except my undies.

"I mean everything!"  John commanded as he would be looking directly down
at what my undies were barely able to hide; my almost teen boner which was
tented inside with nice developing wisps of hair above its base.

He poked at my hidden boner with a twig.  "Off!"  With that command, down
they came and I was fully exposed to my best friend and his devilish plans
for me.

"Prisoner Wills, we see that you are now sprouting hair above your dick and
on your balls.  We must test you to see whether you are deserving of
turning into a man or whether you shall remain a boy."

So what test?  I looked around.  Four 1/2 gallon (2 Liter) milk cartons
filled with something.  There was a bucket.  There was a long length of 1/4
inch (6mm) rope.  And a smooth metal ring, about 2 inches (50mm) in
diameter.

"Prisoner Wills, you will now be prepared for a manhood test.  If you fail,
you will remain a boy forever."

Sensing my fear, John reassured me in the same way he always did, by
breaking character and telling me to relax and enjoy my "torture."

I was always rock hard when we played this way and this was no different.
Even if my mind was in fear, my cock was eagerly saying, "Bring it on, I
can take whatever John does to me!"

"Stand against the torture wall."

John affixed my hands above my head.  He gently kicked my legs apart and
they were secured.

"Prisoner Wills, here is your test.  We all know you have a rock hard boner
but how strong is it really?  A man's boner needs to stay strong and hard
to please any girl it fucks."

Notice how he assumes we are not gay at this point?

So John now ties the rope to the bucket's handle. About 6 inches above
that, he ties it to the ring.  Oh shit, he is placing the ring over my
erection!  Now the bucket dangles a few inches above the floor of the
tree-house.  Oh, now I get it, John is going to fill the bucket with water
and see how much weight my boner can hold!  He applies some shampoo to
slicken up my cock so the ring will slip easily off my cock as the weight
of the water pulls the angle of my erection towards the floor.

But there's a catch!

He takes my breath away as he gently grabs my ball-sack and snugly ties the
remaining part of the rope like a noose securely around it.

Now I really get it.  This is going to be a real test.  If my penis fails,
my balls will be made to take the weight.  At best, they will be strangled
by the tightening noose.  At worst, I will be immediately castrated.  My
own penis will really, ultimately determine if I will live as a man or a
boy!

"Here's the deal, prisoner Wills.  If your cock can hold the weight of this
bucket for 20 minutes, you will be deemed worthy of being a man.  This test
will begin shortly when I add the water from the first milk carton to the
bucket.  Every five minutes another carton of water will be added to the
bucket.  After the last carton is added, you will need to have your cock
hold the weight of the water for another 15 minutes.  If you do, you will
pass the test and the bucket will be removed and your balls will be spared.
Fail the test, your balls will instead have to hold the weight up to and
including castration.  Understand?"

I nod yes.  "Get on with it."

John turns a timer knob to 20 minutes.  He pours the first carton of water
into the bucket.

My boner still sits at a nice angle that keeps the ring on it.  My balls
are safe.  For now...

The ring feels heavy but it is not hard to keep it in place.  I realize
that once the angle of my cock starts to lesson, it will be harder to keep
the ring where it is.  I "pump" my boner to keep it nice and hard.  The
ring bites into the base of my cock but it is not too uncomfortable.

"Five minutes, prisoner," John says as he adds the second carton, "Fifteen
to go."

Now the ring is feeling heavy.  I still feel my boner holding strong.  I
begin to imagine the consequences of failure.  I imagine the immediate
weight of the bucket as it drops and yanks my ball-sack with its precious
contents.  I imagine what the rope might feel like as it tightens around my
nuts.  My mind begins to drift.

"Oh Wills, your cock angle is drooping!" John warns.

Shit.  I think the sexiest thoughts I can to keep me hard.  I strain to
make sure my cock stays engorged.  If I start to lose my erection, my balls
are goners.

Another five minutes and third carton of water gets added.

Now I'm in serious trouble and John knows it.  "Wills you have another 10
minutes.  Your boner is now sticking more straight out.  You must keep the
ring from slipping off to save your balls."

I'm sweating.  I still feel my boner holding strong but I also have to
strain to keep it erect.  The weight on the ring is really beginning to
bite into the base.  Maybe I could let it slip a little.  No, bad idea. It
would only hasten the failure of my manhood.

15 minutes and the last carton is added to the bucket.  My boner is now
straining to stay upright and I have to constantly keep pumping my butt
muscles to keep it up.

"Wills, your boner is really struggling to stay up."

My penis is now in agony as I struggle to keep it up.  It starts to droop
and then I somehow find the strength to keep it up.  Then it droops again
and it is even harder to keep it.

"Oh Wills, soon it will be over.  Your cock is getting weaker and it is
almost sticking straight out.  If it drops any further the ring will slip."

My mind fights to keep it erect.  I do not want my balls to feel the weight
my poor boner is feeling.

"Four minutes to go Wills."

***

If you're still reading this little tale of our adventures, I suppose you
are living this along us and you have your own boner that needs to be
rewarded because you, my dear reader, are lucky to have your own set of
balls which provide the essence of your manhood.  Feel free to now reward
yourself for being a man, or as John would say, "Permission to shoot."

I have a favor to ask.  How would you like this tale to end?

If my penis gives out and the ring slips off, my balls will have to take
four minutes of agonizing ball-sack stretching torture before the weight is
let off.  The thing I don't know is that John is willing to subject himself
to the same test should my penis fail the test.  John and I were equals and
what one got the other usually got.

If my penis holds out, the ring is removed and John and I make slow,
sensual love to each other's penises.

Let me know.

wrsjrm@gmail.com