"You will be punished for that. You do understand that punishment is only given to you to assist with your training and not to be mean to you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Bobby what punishment, do you think we should give to your boy?"
Shit, I had screwed up again. Man, was I fucked up!
"I think that for this indiscretion, Davey should have his usual punishment of 3 clothespins on the head of his cock for 2 full minutes, 5 minutes of clover clamps on his nipples and bengay on his balls. Davey understands that his punishment is not to hurt him, but to help him be a better boy. Isn't that right, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
Uncle said, "Then let us proceed. You will have him do it here and we will be witnesses."
"Yes, Sir," Bobby said to Uncle and then turned to me. "Okay, strip boy."
"Yes, Sir," I said as I began to remove my clothes. Of course, I was embarrassed to be stripping in the professor's office, but of course, I went ahead and did it. I was getting hard from being naked here, but proceeded to strip. Once naked I stood up and looked over at Uncle. On his desk were 3 clothespins, clover clamps and a tube of bengay.
"Clover clamps first, boy." Bobby instructed me.
"Yes, Sir." I picked them up and attached first the left and then the right one. Then chain hung down between my nipples adding a bit of pressure to the clamps. The searing pain only added to my hardness and made my cock swell.
"Good, boy. Now add the bengay to your balls."
"Yes, Sir." I took the tube of bengay and squeezed out some and then massaged it into my balls. It didn't take long for the heat to begin to burn my shaven balls.
Bobby watched my face and said, "Good, boy. Now the clothespins."
"Yes, Sir." I took up the first clothespin and attached it on the left side of the flange of my cock head. The pain was intense and my cock began to deflate. Which made all the other pains come tumbling in as shear pain, no pleasure. My hand trembled a bit as I added the second clip to the right side of the flange. I was gritting my teeth now and trying not to move. Movement only increased the pain on the head of my cock. I reached for the third clip and held onto the head of my soft cock with one hand while opening the jaws of the clamp with the other hand. I pushed the head of my cock and slowly let the jaws close on my piss slit. I was really gritting my teeth now and vowed to myself that I would not show how much it hurt on my face or in my voice. I stood perfectly still and waited for my two minutes to be up. As each second passed, the pain increased.
I knew I could stand it; I had done it before. But the combination of all 3 things was warring against each other - the burning of my balls, the searing pain in my nipples and the intense pain in my cock. I breathed very shallowly, again trying not to move the clips on my cock.
Bobby and Uncle sat and watched me as the seconds ticked by. I tried not to wince or make any changes in my facial expressions. Finally, Bobby said, "you may remove the clips."
"Yes, Sir." I took the one off the head of my cock first. The blood rushing back made the pain intense again as I removed each one. I wanted to hold my cock and comfort it, but removed my hands and stood back up straight.
"Good, boy." I stood there and continued to bear through the cold burning in my balls and the pain of my nipples, until he said, "You may remove the clamps by jerking them off."
"Yes, Sir," I hesitated a second, as I steeled myself and then jerked them off quickly. The pain shifted to a new kind, as there was the pain of the removal as well as the pain of the blood rushing back into them.
"Good, boy. Do you want to rub your nipples?"
"Yes, Sir," but I didn't move. He hadn't given me permission, yet.
"Boy, you may rub your nipples."
"Thank you, Sir." I reached up and with one in each hand rubbed them to get the circulation back and ease the pain. My balls continued to burn.
"Okay, boy, have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you for the punishment. It will make me a better boy and I will not make the same mistake in class, with Professor Welsh's name."
"Boy, he is Uncle or Sir with just the 3 of us and Professor Welsh, in public."
"Yes, Sir."
"Okay, boy, step over here," Uncle said.
"Yes, Sir." I stepped over to the side of the desk next to Uncle. He reached over and took my still burning balls in one hand and gently rolled them between his fingers. He looked up at my face as he increased pressure on my balls. I had started to get hard with his hands on my balls, but now it went down as he increased the pressure. I strove to stand still and not make a sound as he continued to increase the pressure. Finally, a gasp escaped my lips as I stood up on my toes. He released the pressure on my balls and the ache spasmed between my balls and stomach.
My breathing changed as I struggled to regain composure. When it was back to normal, he began gently massaging my balls. "Get hard for me, boy."
"Yes, Sir." It wasn't going to take much with him holding my balls. I closed my eyes and imagined Bobby's cock and me sucking it. My cock swelled as he held my balls. As it began to enlarge, he slowly stroked the length of it. I moaned as it came to full erection. Now the remaining burn in my balls was turned to pleasure.
"Do you have to go to class, boy?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir," I moaned.
"Okay, take your balls and ping each one for me," Uncle instructed.
"Yes, Sir." I reached down and encircled my balls with my left hand and then using my right index finger and thumb, I flicked each ball, first the left and then the right. I doubled over in pain, but held back any sounds as once again pain raced from groin to stomach. My cock had gone soft, once again.
"Good, boy," both Uncle and Bobby said.
"Now, get dressed and then you can go off to class."
"Yes, Sir," I said as I picked up my clothes and began to redress myself, still feeling the effects of the pain in my balls. It pleased me that I could be used for their pleasure. I would have never thought that possible, but it was true, it felt so good to do these things at their request.
I thought about that several times during the next couple of classes. I knew that Bobby could get very hard, just by watching me in the throes of pain. And when my pain crossed to pleasure, I couldn't imagine anything more erotic or horny. It was unbelievable how good it felt when that happened. My cock got hard just thinking about it.
I stayed in a fog the rest of classes, thinking about how my life had changed again. I was getting off on letting my pain be pleasure for others. It made my cock jump every time I thought about it.
During dinner, I knelt naked at Bobby's feet, while he fed me now and then. He always made sure I had something to eat, but only what he fed me. After dinner, I helped the other boys clean up the kitchen. We retired to the living room and Uncle was asking for sharing. I was still focusing on how much I was enjoying my life serving Bobby.
One of the boys, named Rob, shared a story of how he had used to frequent a certain bathroom on campus that had a hole between the stalls. He would go and sit on the toilet with a hard on and wait for guys to come into the stall next door. One time he went in and sat down and looked through the hole. The guy in the stall next door was naked! He had pulled off his t-shirt, let his shorts drop to the floor and had stepped out of them and his sandals. He was stroking his cock.
Rob had begun to drool he said and the guy stood and stuck his cock through the hole. Rob began to suck the cock. He said he licked it up one side and down the other and then concentrated on the head. He used his hand to stroke the shaft while he sucked.
While he was doing this he heard the door of the bathroom open. The guy with his cock sticking through the hole didn't move, so he didn't stop sucking. Rob had his own pants down around his ankles and was stroking his cock. He looked towards the stall door and saw a guy standing there looking through the crack between the door and frame. He was watching Rob sucking the guy off.
Rob said he was so turned on to be observed sucking the guy that his own cock throbbed in his hand. He put more effort into getting the guy to shoot. Soon he heard a whispered, "I'm cumming."
He felt the first blast of cum hit the back of his throat. He swallowed that and then pulled off of the cock, so he could watch it shoot. He was also giving his observer a show as well. His face became coated with cum as the guy kept shooting rope after rope of cum. When he was finished shooting, Rob put the cock back into his mouth and sucked it clean.
Then guy pulled his cock out of the hole and Rob sat back and stroked his cock, fisting it in a fury, he wanted to cum. The guy observing tapped on the door and whispered, "Open the door."
Rob reached over and unlatched the door. The guy pushed it open and stood watching Rob stroke his cock. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock and quickly stroked it while Rob was getting closer.
Rob said his toes curled and then he began to shoot. He shot all over his t-shirt, blast after blast. When his eyes focused again, he saw the observer was making a blur of his fist on his cock and walked closer and began to spray Rob with his cum. He shot blast after blast all over Rob, until he could shoot no more.
"Lick it clean," the observer demanded and Rob did. When he finished the observer pulled back, stuffed his softening cock into his pants, zipped up and left. He left the stall door open with Rob sitting there with face and clothes covered in cum. Rob said he had to close the door and then get himself cleaned up so he could get back to his dorm to change clothes.
By the time Rob finished telling his story, everyone in the room was hard. Several boys were holding their master's cocks and several boys were getting their nipples tweaked.
I noticed one of the boys had his balls bound. They had a stem of buckskin tied around them about an inch long. The cord separated each ball from the other. The sack was stretched tight and the hairless balls shown with reflected life.
This made my cock throb more. Bobby pulled me to my feet, as the guys were moving out of the living room. He slapped me on the ass and told me to go outside, take a leak and come back in, lock up and head up to our room.
I went out into the warm summer night. I got down on all fours and tried to get soft enough to piss. It was difficult as I kept thinking of that boy with his balls bound and what that must feel like. Did it hurt?
I managed to piss finally although my cock grew hard again as I pissed imagining what I looked like, naked on all fours pissing on the lawn. I finished, got up and still wondering about the binding, went into the house and up to our room.
When I got to the room, Bobby was on the computer, as usual. He turned and smiled as I came into the room. "What are you thinking about," he said. "I can always tell when you are concentrating on something. It is like nothing else exists."
"Sir, there was a boy tonight. He had his balls tied up. I was wondering what it would be like," I felt sheepish expressing this to Bobby. I knew I had no secrets from him, but I still blushed at some of the things that I told him.
"You want me to do that to you, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then open that drawer over there and bring me one of the cords, boy."
"Yes, Sir." I walked over to the dresser and open the drawer he had indicated. There were several leather laces there. I picked up one and walked back over to Bobby.
"Stand over here, boy," he said, motioning me to stand between his legs.
I moved over and stood where he indicated with my legs spread apart and my hands behind my back and my head bowed and my eyes downcast. When Bobby took my balls in his hand, a thrill ran through my body. He cinched a loop of cord around my balls and then began winding the cord around and around the top of my ball sack, pushing my balls tighter and tighter together. He used one strand to divide my balls. He continued on, until he had about 12 inches of cord left.
"Feel your balls, boy," he directed.
I reached down and felt how tight and smooth they felt. I felt the stem that he had created. It was not aching, but it was a strange new sensation. "Yes, Sir."
"Do you like that, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"How about this?" he began to apply pressure to my balls. He had them gripped in his hand and was slowly squeezing them more and more.
"Yes, Sir," I managed to say, without betraying emotion.
"And now, boy?"
"Yes, Sir." I answered quickly as he continued to apply pressure.
He kept building the pressure. I wanted to stand as much as possible. I didn't want to show emotion. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut. I tried rising up on my toes, but finally I let a gasp slip out and he released the pressure. "Good boy."
"Thank you, Sir." I said trying not to let the relief show in my voice.
"Look what you have done, Davey." I looked where he was pointing and his cock was rock hard and dripping.
"I am so glad, Sir." I was really happy.
"Okay, now I want you to watch this porn and over the course of half an hour, I want you to edge 4 times, but not cum. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir." He got up and let me sit at the computer. He had lined up a series of videos for me to watch on the computer.
I watched and got so enthralled with the videos, I kept seeing Bobby in them directing me, or me in them doing whatever was going on for Bobby. I got so hard and so wet as I stroked. I would get very horny and I would stroke, but I would stop right as I got close. I would have to squeeze my cock and my balls to make sure I didn't go any further.
It didn't take long until I was hard again and stroking. I was so horny, watching the movies of guys doing all kinds of things to each other. I kept imagining me doing these things for Bobby.
I finished my fourth edging as Bobby came over and turned off the videos. He told me to stand. He was still naked and hard. I guess he had been watching me, I wasn't sure. He brought out a gallon jug that was half full of water. He tied the handle to the remaining cord hanging from my balls.
When he finished tying it, he carefully lowered it down and then the weight was only being suspended from my balls. My balls were stretched and the ropes tightened and pressed down on my balls. Bobby watched my face as I took the pressure and pain. He took the bottle and swung it back and forth.
The pain was incredible. I had never felt anything like it before. I took the bend out of my legs and stood straighter and this seemed to help just the tiniest bit.
Bobby watched me for a while, his cock throbbing and twitching as he did. Then he stopped the swing. I thought relief was at hand, but instead he took a container and added more water to my jug. Adding about another pint to the jug.
The pull was greater and the pressure on my balls increased. I thought sure they would be torn off. As if reading my mind, Bobby said, "Yes, it feels like they are going to be torn off your body, but really it is just the increased pressure on the balls that gets to you." He smiled, then and said, "You are doing well, Davey. I love how purple and shiny your balls are now."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," I managed to say without letter the pain enter my voice.
He started the jug swinging again and I had to grit my teeth to take the increased pressure. After several swings, he stopped the jug again. Again, as I thought relief was at hand, he added more water to the jug filling it now three quarters full.
Now, I thought I would pass out. The pressure now was very intense. It took every bit of my strength not to cry out as he started the jug swinging. He watched as I contorted my face, but would not let a sound leak out.
After several minutes of swinging, I felt the pressure drop and looked down. He had lifted the jug up. He untied the jug and set it aside. I was taking deep breaths and watching him. He untied one spot and then look up into my face as he pulled on the cord, causing the winding to unravel. But at the same time, it made my balls twist and turn in agony. Now it did feel like someone was tearing my balls off. But again, I fought the urge to utter a sound and held on as he pulled on the cord to unwrap my ball sack.
Finally, he was done. He told me to take my balls and massage them and get the feeling back in them. The pins and needle feeling that sped through them set off a new series of pains as blood flowed back into my balls.
I looked down at Bobby and he said, "Okay, it is time you took care of what you have done." I didn't understand for a moment, but then realized he was looking at his cock. I knelt between his legs then and took his cock into my mouth.
I proceeded to use every nuance of blowing that I had learned to give him the best blowjob I could. And it must have been good because he was moaning and thrusting into my mouth. And he must have been thoroughly turned on because it wasn't long before his moans turned to groans and his balls drew up in their sack and his cock swelled. Then he began filling my mouth with hot cum. He thrust several times as the blast hit my throat and the inside of my mouth.
I sucked and swallowed every drop and didn't let any escape. Finally, he pulled my head off of his cock and then kissed me. He kissed me deeply and passionately.
When he broke the kiss, he said, "Time for bed."
He let me sleep with him. I spooned behind him and held on to him to protect him. I listened to his breathing until I knew he was asleep, and then I fell asleep.
I woke when someone was pounding on the door, "Everyone up and downstairs, NOW!"
Bobby got up with me and we headed to the door, opened and followed the other naked men down stairs. Everyone headed into the living room; boys knelt at their Master's feet. Uncle was standing there waiting for everyone. He didn't look happy at all.
Once everyone was down, he said, "A very serious thing has happened here. One that threatened the very security of our home." He looked around the room, no one moved in the room. "This morning, the back door was found unlocked." He paused again. "There is too much here both valuable and personal that could be stolen or lost. Which is why we have strict rules about locking up." He looked around the room again.
"So I want to know, who didn't lock the door last night? Who was the last one out last night?" He looked around the room. It took a moment, for my mind to clear and then I realized that Bobby had told me to lock up when I came in from taking a leak. Oh, Fuck! My stomach did flip-flops and I thought I was going to be sick. "Speak up! Be honest and admit what you have done," he said, looking around the room.
Kneeling at Bobby's feet, I spoke up, "Sir, it was me. I left the door unlocked. My Master asked me to lock it and I didn't do it, Sir. I am sorry, Sir." I had begun to sweat as I talked. I could feel it rolling down from my armpits down my side.
He frowned then and looked from me to Bobby. "More trouble from your boy, Bobby?" Bobby looked down at me and I saw the disappointment on his face.
"Alright, everyone can go, except for Bobby and his boy. I will decide the punishment for them and it will be carried out this evening, prior to dinner. Since Bobby is responsible for his boy, he will receive the punishment, not his boy." I gasped. Oh, Shit! Now I felt even worse!
"And I can tell you this," he said to everyone, "it will not be a simple thing. It will be a punishment fitting the crime and a various serious crime."
Oh, Fuck! I was fucked again and now I was going to cause Bobby more pain! Oh fuck!
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