Enjoying My Humiliating Cock Tortures

By William RS

Published on Feb 3, 2017

Gay

Enjoying My Humiliating Cock Tortures-2

Jeff had me naked and securely tied, "spread-eagle," between two upright posts in the shed. As usual, I was boned to the max, eagerly awaiting what my captor had in for me and my cock. Out of his backpack came a bottle of pancake syrup. Then he produced a jar filled with what look like brown grains of rice.

Wait! Whatever was in the jar was moving around. Jeff brought the jar and its contents closer to my face. Ants! Hundreds of sugar ants swarming around inside the jar! He then put a blindfold over my eyes.


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This writing was related to me by "Frank," a man that wrote me in response to my recent "Penis Punishments" series:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/penis-punishment/

This is an account of Frank's sexual awakenings and experiences as he related to me. He is a real person and I believe him to be honest. This series was inspired by his boyhood memories and are "based on true events," although there are some erotic embellishments I have made with the dialog and story progression, with his approval, to make things interesting. I've had to coax him into giving me more details because he is a little embarrassed about what he did, as a boy, and whether the guys he did things with might recognize themselves, should they read this. I doubt they would actually care since only they will know their identities.

So, with that, let's tell everybody what Jeff did to Frankie when he was a very horny 11-year-old boy. Much of this writing is in Frank's own words.


Jeff's Tortures

Jeff was three years older than me. He was on the thin side and had average looks. His clothes were kind of tattered. He came from a poor family and from a young age fended for himself. Because of his circumstances, he got in trouble a lot. His parents let him do whatever he wanted. He smoked cigarettes and drank beer that he probably took from his dad. He was a tough kid. I wouldn't call him a bully as much as he was more of a "corruptor."

The first time I saw Jeff's cock was when we camped out in my back yard. As we were getting into our sleeping bags, he took his pants off. His cock was half hard and he jerked it a little to make it grow to what looked like 10 inches from his shiny cock head to the base of his hairy nut sack! It was, by far, the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life.

Jeff and I used to clean up the work shed of a neighbor, Mr. O'Malley. The shed was on the long road through a patch of woods that connected his house to the rural highway. Mr. O. did a lot of wood working and there always was sawdust and wood chips to sweep up from his various projects. He also worked on his old pickup truck in the shed as there were always oil cans littered about. He paid us a few bucks to do this once or twice a month, which gave us money to spend at the corner store down the highway.

We were in the shed, one day, and I told Jeff about the nasty erotic things I did with Victor; the boy that sat in for my parents when they were gone a few weekends back. He listened attentively and asked for details. I could tell this was arousing to him since he kept having to adjust his pants to accommodate his growing boner. I was hardening, too, just telling him about it!

We eventually came across porn magazines inside an old cardboard box we were moving as we swept the shed's floor. It had the usual fare: Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler which Jeff immediately became engrossed with. I dug deeper into the box and found something much more exciting than naked men and women! Mr. O'Malley was into BDSM magazines, as well. As I looked through them, I became very excited.

"Boy, would I like this done to me," I said.

Jeff got up, adjusted the obvious tent in his pants, and came over to see what I was looking at. It was a young guy who was tied up, sucking on another guy's cock. The tied up guy was having his cock tortured with a lit birthday cake candle in shoved down his piss slit. As Jeff looked up at me, I will never forget the devilish look on his face!

"If I do that stuff to you, you will suck my cock?" Jeff asked.

I remember being so turned on by his bold request that my knees were shaking.

And I said yes.

Jeff went about finding things in the shed that he could use to "torture" my cock. Mr. O's tool box had pliers. There was an old leather belt. Plenty of rope. And two perfect posts in the shed to which to attach arms and legs which would leave me in a "spread-eagled" X.

"Well, ain't you gonna strip?" he asked.

With that, I had myself naked, proudly showing him my still hairless boner.

"You call that a cock?" he teased. "This is what a real cock looks like!"

So Jeff stripped, too, showing off his much larger manhood to me. He wanted me to suck him first, but I convinced him that he torture me first because part of my torture would be to suck him off at the end. He gave me a mean look and this made me even more excited. Besides, I wanted him a little upset, so he would take it out on me and do mean things to my cock. He affixed my arms and legs to the posts with the ropes and I was totally his to do with as he pleased. Totally helpless. A boned penis and tight nut sack totally exposed to whatever evils my friend had in mind!

He then went about torturing my cock and balls. He took the pliers and grabbed my swollen cock head with them. He squeezed the life out of my head and I yelped as they bit into my cock head. He released their grip and I looked down at the bite marks left indented in the tender purple skin of my beautiful, but now ruined, cockhead.

"More?" he asked.

"Torture me, more."

With a sadistic laugh, he then continued.

Whap!

"Oh, my nuts!"

Whap! My penis. Over and over. Pliers adjusted to squeeze my nut sack.

Jeff took a shoelace from his shoe and tied my nuts up, individually.

"Ready to have your balls crushed?" Jeff snorted.

He placed my right nut between the pliers and slowly began to clamp down on one of my sperm producers. Slowly, the pressure increased. I whined and whimpered as the pain of feeling my nut crushed was becoming unbearable.

"How much torture can Frankie take?"

I was at my limit. I started to cry. Sensing this Jeff backed off. He was a tough guy, but he wasn't stupid.

"Other ball's turn now!" he delightedly announced.

After several rounds of plier squeezes to my cock and nuts, he released me from the posts. I fell to my knees, out of breath from my ordeal. The skin of my tortured genitalia was bright red with the agonies it had just experienced.

"OK, one more torture, Frankie. Have at it!" as he waved his stiff cock, slapping my cheek with it.

"Open wide, just like the guy in the magazine!"

And I sucked Jeff off, as promised. Soon he was moaning and thrusting on his own as he raped my mouth. My own cock stiffened and I was excited beyond my own belief at my tormentor's apparent pleasure. Soon, his creamy manhood was pulsing into my mouth.

"Swallow it all. No messes in Mr. O's shed," Jeff demanded.

Jeff never sucked on me like I really wished he would have, but he always jerked me off as part of our torture routine. Jeff wasn't into getting tortured just giving it and, yes, I really got off on being tortured by him.

My boner was a little sensitive from what it had just been through, but I managed to orgasm and shoot a few drops. I was only just 11, you know. We went to Mr. O's house and brought him back to the shed to inspect our work.

He patted us both on the head and paid us five bucks each. I wondered, if Jeff at 14 had a big cock, what would Mr. O's cock be like? Because he had BDSM magazines, did he like erotic torture as much as me?

A few of weeks passed and we both looked forward to a little more cash, so Jeff and I went again to clean and straighten up the shed.

Jeff was wearing a backpack, today, as we rode our bikes down the road to the work shed. Jeff never wore a backpack except when he went to school. It was Saturday. This is strange!

We swept out the shed and hung Mr. O's tools back on the peg board above his workbench.

"Ok, Frankie, torture time!" Jeff blurted out all of a sudden.

I rolled my eyes thinking, "Oh god, what does he want to do with me?"

My mind may have not been ready for this, but my cock was already yelling out to me, "Yes!"

I stripped for him and he did the customary affixing my arms and legs to the posts. Jeff now had me naked and securely tied, "spread-eagle," between two upright posts in the shed. As usual, I was boned to the max, eagerly awaiting what my captor had in for me and my cock. Out of his backpack came a bottle of pancake syrup. Then he produced a half filled peanut-butter jar filled with what looked to be little brown grains of rice.

Wait! Whatever was in the jar was moving around. Jeff brought the jar and its contents closer to my face. Ants! Hundreds of sugar ants swarming around inside the jar! He then put a blindfold over my eyes.

"Does the prisoner have anything to say before we start the torture?"

"Whatcha gonna do?" I feebly asked.

"You'll know soon enough. Or should I say you'll be feeling things, hundreds of things, on your cock and balls."

I heard him pull a chair over and it was placed under my spread legs.

I heard a cap being unscrewed and figured this was the pancake syrup bottle. Then a cool liquid was dribbled on my erection. Jeff massaged the liquid all over my cock and nut sack. He smeared some more liquid on my crotch. It felt like he took some on one of his fingers and traced a trail of liquid down the inside of my right leg, about halfway to my knee.

It was dead silent. There was only my excited breathing and the jostle of Jeff's clothing as he moved around preparing me for my fate.

A "clunk" sound was made underneath me that sounded like something being put on the chair. Then the sound of a lid being unscrewed. Then something touched my right leg where he had just traced a trail of syrup. The jar of ants!

Within seconds, a tickle. On my right leg. Then many tickles. The ants were crawling up the syrup trail on my leg! I squirmed.

"Hold still, prisoner."

My right leg was on fire with tickles of hundreds of ant feet and nibbles as the swarm began to feed on the syrup. Tickling was moving up my leg. Now on my crotch. I felt the swarm now marching up my leg.

Oh no, now they were at the back of my nut sack! Tickle. More tickles. Forget my leg. Now the skin of my nut sack was being assaulted by the relentless feeding of the ants. As they fed, each mouth pricked and pecked at my scrotum. Torture!

Jeff dribbled more syrup on my engorged 4" boy cock. The ants were at its base, poised to make a final assault up my shaft to the goal of my own cock head, now oozing with pre-cum, which was mixing with the syrup.

Oh jeez, the torture!

Each hungry ant moved over the feeding ant before it. Up my cock. The pricking and tickling of hundreds of ants. Swarming my cock like eager climbers assaulting Mt. Everest.

My cock head! They are now tickling, no, attacking my cock head.

Jeff now laughed devilishly.

"What a site! Yur cock and balls are covered with ants!"

He let my torture go on for a good half hour as I squirmed to the doings of the voracious ants besieging my genitals.

It was getting dark, and Jeff didn't want Mr. O to get curious as to why it was taking us so long to clean up. He took my blindfold off and let me see the work the ants were performing on me. I was shocked but very turned on by the sight that insects could be used to torture a person in this way. Not a severe torture, but a very intense erotic torture, to be sure!

He took a paper towel and wiped the ants and syrup off my cock.

"Sorry, can't jerk you off today, Frankie. Yur cock's too sticky! Better get dressed."

As we rode my bikes home to our respective houses, my cock's skin hurt a little. I was slapping at wayward ants still crawling about my body.

When I got home, I announced without much fanfare to my mom, that I was going to shower before dinner. My now droopy cock was stuck to the side of my leg. I showered. Got hard. Relieved myself of all the sexual tension experienced over the past three hours. Ate dinner. Went to bed. Jerked myself again for good measure thinking about what other things Jeff might come up with for my eager cock the next time we meet.


A few comments about Frank.

He wrote to me after I posted first installment of his experiences in Nifty;

"Wow! This is so exciting reading about myself in Nifty! Your writing makes me feel like a 3rd person watching what was being done to me so I'm feeling it will be easier to tell you more. I'm sure it will make a great story because I've never read anything like it, in Nifty, before. I've done some crazy things and I want to thank-you for helping bring my experiences out.

"The truth is I love torture and humiliation and the more extreme it got, over time, the more I wanted it became an addiction!"


Comments and constructive criticisms are always welcome.

wrsjrm@gmail.com

Will S.

Next: Chapter 3


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