I clipped the leather waist thong, revealing the handsome captive's light-hung _s_e_x_-equipment. His ankles were fastened wide-spread to the floor. His hands were bound to a low post behind him. I ran my hand over his rippled belly and well-mounded deltoid and pectoral muscles, emphasized by the low arm position. His muscles stood out under his thin skin. He wasn't bulky but had a decent, light build and a great, defined stomach. His blue eyes glared. Some of the officers liked these pretty boy types for variety. This trim blond lad of about twenty was a penis and testicle torture treat for the victory feast.
I slid the foreskin off his tapered _c_o_c_k_head and immediately felt his slim shaft harden in my hand and jut sharply upward. His natural vertical hardon angle displayed his compact ball package. I explored his delicate nuts and he didn't protest when I patted them against the base of his _c_o_c_k_. His penis pumped reflexively and a pearl of precum formed at the tip.
Most of the naked crowd at the victory feast were hard and a few were pumping their dongs as they watched.
I bound the boy's _c_o_c_k_head with a woven leather harness and attached it to a winch on the ceiling, slightly in front of him. The winch pulled his slim shaft upward and outward. At first the stress on his harnessed penis only curved his body away from the post but his feet and hands were held behind him. When his pelvis was as far from the pole as possible, the tension grew in the lad's _c_o_c_k_. He was gasping a little and a sheen of sweat popped out. I knew his entire penis was now racked with the pain of the stretching. I vibrated the rope to strain the tissues which attached his penis to his body. He shuddered and screamed but movement only increased the pain deep in his meat.
Any pressure backward would tighten the cruel rope torturing his _c_o_c_k_. I firmly massaged his muscular chest and belly. He cried out when my caresses pushed back on his pelvis and strained his young prong. I ran my fingers over the satiny skin of the elongated dong. I dug my fingers into the tight ligaments supporting the base and nothing seemed to be tearing loose yet. Using my thumb on top and two fingers underneath, I gently jacked his punished penis. I felt the youth's organ respond and new blood pumped in, lengthening his hardon slightly, and reducing the stress. I tightened the winch more. I oiled my hand and massaged the youth's rippled belly. The more firmly I massaged and kneaded the young muscles, the slimmer and longer his _c_o_c_k_ got as the harness tried to tear it loose from his crotch. The warm muscles of his belly, clinching from the _c_o_c_k_ torture, felt delicious sliding under my palm. Every slight increase in tension tore a new cry from his mouth.
Most of the crowd was slowly jacking now and occasionally pausing so they wouldn't shoot.
After oiling and kneading his testicles to loosen them slightly, I managed to imprison each of his olives in its own #4 gold clamshell olive press. I have ball crushers in every size from #5 (very small) to #00000 (huge). Sometimes these are left on for hours while a captive served the guests at a party. A pair in the gold clamshell design is quite decorative at the base of a _c_o_c_k_.
I tightened the screws on the clamshells. Each trapped testicle was individually crushed in the grip of the gold shells. The blond youth gagged but didn't throw up. I had him fast beforehand so he wouldn't spoil the scene when his testicles were tortured. The nut pain made the muscles of his belly stand out even more and I took the opportunity to rub them and stretch his upthrust little prong one more time. I massaged his firm chest as I turned the winch to his penis. When his penis was almost at the point of ripping, I stopped and took the _c_o_c_k_ harness off his _d_i_c_k_ but left his nuts well clamped.
He was still hard which was a good sign. The crowd was going crazy and yelling, "Shoot, Shoot, Shoot!". Rather than risk a riot I decided to milk the boy for them. I stood behind the youth to give them a good view of his torso, vertical hardon, and clamped balls. My right hand enveloped his freed _c_o_c_k_ and I jacked him slowly up and down. Five times I slid his uncut foreskin gently off and on his _c_o_c_k_head. He was harder than ever. I paused to tighten the clamps on his nuts. Five more times I felt his _c_o_c_k_head become bare as it pushed through my hand. He wiggled and became frantic as I tightened the clamshells. When I went to pump him again he started thrusting hard and fast. He had figured out I would increase the ball compression each time until he came. I let him jab all he wanted and gave him a firm grip to force into. With my other hand I continuously turned the testicle torture screws. He suddenly went glassy hard and I felt his glans stay bare and fully expand out of his foreskin on both directions of pumping. He stiffened and flushed from head to toe. To give the crowd a good view I released his _c_o_c_k_ and just caressed his shoulders, chest, and belly. He was past the point of needing _c_o_c_k_ stimulation. Even as I screwed the clamps to their limits with both hands he creamed long ribbons which hit the first row of the crowd. As the last of his cum ran down his prong I unclamped his tortured testicles.
The captive was released to circulate in the crowd as a toy. Most of the men were jacking each other and drinking. A few had already shot their first loads while watching the torture entertainment. The audience sucked the young _c_o_c_k_ back up to hardness and then passed him around. They fondled his trim torso and he occasionally yelped as they played with the sensitive almonds in his sac.
Guards struggled in with the next captive. He was blond like the first, younger at only eighteen, but was built heavier with prominent veins on his muscles and nearly hairless torso. A guard tied his ankles to the floor and his hands to a wench overhead. He struggled and rattled the chain on the winch until I cranked it tight and stretched him vertically.
I cut the big leather pouch off his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. The muscular teen was hung huge. One of the guards sucked his penis until it was rigid and shiny. I couldn't close my fingers around his thick shaft and even one nut was a handful. Although the #00000 clamshells would have fit his nuts, I wanted to leave them in full view.
Using a leather-covered wood baton I lightly beat his corded midsection. He flexed his heavily muscled abdomen but didn't cry out. I wanted to tire his belly muscles so he couldn't clinch them as much when his nuts were tortured. I have found that when a man`s belly relaxes during ball punishment, he is more easily broken and made to collapse into screaming.
His _c_o_c_k_ and balls had plenty of meat to work on and were heavy enough to make a good sound when struck. Using a wide leather strap on his penis seemed like the right start. First I grasped his warm thick _c_o_c_k_head and a few inches of shaft near the tip. This left plenty of hard thick _c_o_c_k_ between his belly and my hand. I used a doubled, wide belt to beat the topside of his _c_o_c_k_ near the base. He started groaning with each whack. I fondled the big glans bulging out of my hand as I let the crowd listen to the thuds when his solid _c_o_c_k_base was beaten. Next, I lifted his _c_o_c_k_ up and beat its underside just above the nuts. The crowd could see several inches of his thick pee-tube running along the bottom of his hardon even though his glans and a few inches were inside my pumping hand. The base of his _c_o_c_k_ turned bright red from the beating.
Now that the lower part of his shaft was well beaten, I strapped on it a thin leather sleeve with interior brass studs. I squeezed hard on the base of his thick _d_i_c_k_ and jacked short strokes just at the base with the brass studs digging into the beaten part of the teen's meat. His untouched protruding shaft and glans were hot and shiny. He screamed wildly as the studs raked the hard meat through the sliding skin of his _c_o_c_k_. Keeping up this action with my left hand, I started slapping his bulging _c_o_c_k_head and adjacent shaft with the leather belt. It made a good solid sound, "thwack, thwack, thwack". I carefully beat the broad upper surface and around the sides to the deeply grooved bulges on the bottom of his glans.
When he nearly blacked out from the _c_o_c_k_ beating I took off the leather sleeve and had him sucked some more. After he was a little rested I had him strung up again in the rack upside down with his feet wide apart in the wenches on the ceiling. He realized what was happening and started pleading, "Oh please don't beat my nuts! Please, anything, don't beat my nuts."
I checked his well-fitted ball sac. It was so fully packed it domed upward and didn't let his nuts flop on each side of his hardon. I slapped squarely on the wide, double bulge of the teen's testicles with the leather belt. There was a satisfying low-pitched "whap, whap, whap". He jerked and tried to double up but his inverted position and punished muscles kept him vertical. I alternated slapping his nuts with whipping his midsection. His heavy _c_o_c_k_ hung past his navel and took most of the blows to the midsection. After a few whacks I let the guards suck his _c_o_c_k_ and fondle his nuts. One of the guards sucked in each nut in turn and chewed. A single whole ball would barely fit in his mouth. The big blond boy was sobbing and screaming now. I knew he had plenty of cum in him so I sent him out to the crowd without shooting.
At the First Officer's table they grabbed him and held him down to the table. Two officers each selected a testicle for special attention. One officer beat the struggling boy's left nut with a heavy knuckle bone. The other officer massaged the right nut to keep the kid turned on. Every couple of minutes they switched the torture and the massage between the two nuts.
Other officers massaged the muscular chest and rippled midsection with oil. Another beat the base of the muscleboy's hardon with a wood baton. They caressed and sucked the glans and top six or seven inches of his _c_o_c_k_. Each time as he was about to shoot, a torch flame was briefly flickered over his shiny _c_o_c_k_head. His screaming would choke to a stop and once he passed out.
When his genitals were thoroughly worked over and they wanted him to cum they burned his glans just a little more so it would keep him in continually agony for awhile. It was thick, hard, shiny, and looked badly sunburned.
They pulled him over to the other table where the first lad was still being played with. They made the muscular teen stud take his thick, scorched _c_o_c_k_ and beat the twenty-year-old boy's delicate testicles. The hung teen's glans was wider than the other's entire nutsac. At each blow of the heavy _c_o_c_k_ on his light-hung sac the older youth's corded abdomen flashed with definition and he paled. The beating went on for about ten minutes with both boys screaming. One from having his balls pounded by the heavy _c_o_c_k_head and the other from the extra pain each time his burned glans landed a blow. If the beaten youth softened, the beating moved up onto his shaft. Having his slim shaft beaten by the muscleboy's big _c_o_c_k_ turned him back on fast.
Then the tables were turned. The crowd forced the older youth to beat the huge nuts of the muscular teenager. The blond youth held his slim shaft at the base with his thumb and index finger. He was just able to spring his vertical hardon up and down enough to rap the hung balls on the reclining muscleboy. The narrow _c_o_c_k_head could slap only part of a testicle at a time. The older youth got turned on as his horny _c_o_c_k_head encountered the big teen-nuts. He thoroughly tapped over the surface of both balls and also below them on the base of the thick shaft. The teen's huge _c_o_c_k_ erected about thirty degrees above his horizontal belly. His hardon was three or four times the width of the slender shaft beating him and almost twice as long. The light _c_o_c_k_ doing the beating mostly stimulated, rather than tortured, the heavier organs and stimulated itself. Finally they both came at the same time. When the hung boy shot, they flamed his glans again with the torch. The smaller prong managed an ample load even though it was its third of the evening.
Now, to show he was merciful, the First Officer soothed the flame-reddened surface of the teenager's cum-drenched doorknob with a cooling oil. Next, he was gently massaged all over, had his prostate expertly fingered, and had his chest and nipples caressed. The eighteen-year-old's huge _d_i_c_k_ got harder and harder and lost its angry red color. They lightly licked and jacked his dong until the prominent veins along the sides nearly popped. The caressing continued for an hour until his pain was forgotten and he was begging to be allowed to shoot. His teen hormones would keep him hard until he could cum.
When he was fully prepared, as the master-of-ceremonies I circled the kid's heavy balls, explored them with my fingers, and then pulled down and squeezed as hard as I could. Sweat poured off him and several guys were necessary to hold him down. He could no longer scream and just quivered. The squeezing did a good job of torturing the meat of the teen's testicles. However, when I pulled down on his balls, the skin of his young scrotum, like a natural jockstrap, stretched tight first, preventing the cords from which his balls dangled from tightening. Rather than tearing skin, I wanted to threaten him with having his young nuts pulled loose.
Six guys held him down. With my left hand I held his bulging nuts stationary in my fist but with some loose skin above through which to maneuver. I encircled the ligaments above his testicles with my thumb and two fingers. With the ligaments anchored in his belly on one end and to his balls on the other I pulled my circled fingers forward, removing all the play from them and then some. His jaw muscles tightened and he heaved with nausea. The unexpected pain where his big equipment was deeply anchored must have confused his nerve impulses. Instead of screaming, he sighed and shot another heavy load from his _d_i_c_k_. Dangerously close to castrating him, I rhythmically jerked the sinews I could see stretched over my fingers through the thin skin. Simultaneously my other hand compression tortured his bulky main testicle meat. As I worked the big warm nuts a mouth sucked my own _d_i_c_k_ until I convulsed with spurts of cum. At each spasm of climax I involuntarily pulled and squeezed harder on the muscleboy's balls. The strong ligaments holding his nuts didn't quite tear loose and somehow he creamed again.