Antarctic Base part 1

The wind was coming in hard blowing the snow almost horizontally. It was another storm that showed no signs of ending. Everything was white.

Brad was going an oil change, normally an easy procedure but in -40C, in Antarctica, during a storm it was far from easy. The wind was blowing so hard it was near knocking him off his feet and the snow made seeing anything more than a meter away impossible. The limited amount of skin on his face that was exposed had gone numb from the cold.

It look a lot longer than normal but Brad got the new oil in there and got the generator running before the fuel froze. As the device roared back to life he felt relief. The base needed that generator, it wasn’t the only one but the science team were conductive experiments that needed constant power. Pushing against the wind he made it back to the door and inside the base.

The base was one of the smaller ones and comprised of a single dome filled with labs. It also was a very,  very remote station, hundreds of kilometres to the next one so an engineer was essential. Brad was that engineer, he was hired to keep things running which he normally did quite well.

He pulled open the heavy door which closed firmly behind him, pushed by the wind. Once inside the temperature was a constant 21C which was much better. The relative quiet made him realise just how loud the wind had been.  Brad was relieved to be inside and hung his coat up next to the door. As he was taking off his boots Ruth, the base manager walked around the corner. 

Ruth was 29 with black hair large rimmed glasses and blue eyes. As she never went outside she wore a smart white shirt with a short black skirt that made no effort to hide her large breasts or curves. 

Brad found her very attractive but knew she was always to be taken seriously. Her first instruction to him when he arrived two months ago was to install a restraint bench in one of the storage rooms. This was a padded table with loads of straps allowing male could be tied down. The table was designed so the subject would be tied face up with his legs apart facilitating testicle torture. The previous engineer was female and so were the other scientists meaning this was not required until now.

The presence of the bench gave him a constant uneasy feeling and served as a silent voice warning him to do the best job possible. He did fear it but promised himself he would conduct himself well when the time came when he was tied to it. He was not against the use of testicle torture, in fact he voted for the changes in the legal system and supported the use of testicle torture if it was done fairly. Over the years he had come to accept it like most men had.

Ruth removed her glasses and began cleaning one of the lenses as she leaned against the wall.

She said “When you are ready Brad I would like to discuss the generator incident in my office”

“I’ll be there soon” He responded fearing what she was going to say.

“Very good” She said before walking off.

A few minutes later he walked to her office.

Her office was quite plane with no windows. There were just rubber tiles on the floor that covered most of the done and bare steel walls.  Ruth was sat at her desk waiting for him. On the sofa to the left as he walked in were Dr Lisa Harton and Lucy. Dr Harton wore a white lab coat and sat with her legs crossed. She had blonde hair and was about 30 years old.

Lucy was 25 with red hair and freckles. She sat with her arms crossed waiting for Brad. 

“Well the power outage has caused quite the disruption” Ruth said accusingly to Brad.

Brad nodded in acceptance “Yes I imagine it has”

“Well what caused it?” Replied Ruth.

“The generator had not been serviced so it needed the oil changing”

“So you are to blame why didn’t you change the oil sooner?”

“When I took over this role the log said it had been done so I did not know it was due. I only found out while I was looking into the problem”

Ruth thought for a moment before responding “But you could have checked the unit to make sure the log was correct, you could have prevented this?”

Wanting to be honest Brad replied “Yes I suppose I could have”

“So do you think it would be fair if you were blamed and punished for this?” said Ruth while the other two girls sat quietly.

Brad thought for a moment what she said sounded a bit unreasonable but, in a way she did have a point.

“I do Ruth. I could have prevented it so I should face punishment” The image of the bench flashed through his head.

Ruth tilted her head to the side looking at him “You know the punishment will be very harsh don’t you?

Brad looked down “I understand”

Ruth stood up and took a step towards him “And for a crime as serious as this you will need to be castrated. The rupture and destruction of both testicles is unavoidable”

 

The other two women nodded as Brad replied “I understand” He was saddened by the news but knew there was no other way.

Ruth walked over to him putting her hand on his shoulder “It’s ok Brad I’m sure you’ll be able to take the pain. We have no choice but to make sure you are punished for your crime so we must do this”

Ruth gestured with her other hand to Dr Harton and Lucy. “We all discussed this and we feel a very slow castration would be the perfect punishment for you. Dr Harton even offered to treat you after the castration so you’ll be able to have what’s left of your testicles safely removed”

Brad looked over to Dr Harton “Thank you Dr Harton, that’s very kind of you”

“I just want to help and this way Ruth can professionally castrate you. She can do it slowly and not need to worry about the aftermath. I have worked on dozens of men who have been castrated so you’re in good hands” The doctor replied.

Lucy sat quietly as Ruth said to Brad. “Are you ok with our decision? It is a big deal but we all agree you should be castrated. Not only that but your testicles will also be flattened out so all the insides are squeezed out of them to cause extra pain”

He nodded “I accept your decision” He knew arguing would get him nowhere and for causing this much disruption both balls needed to go. Part of him was grateful for the punishment because he did want to make up for the down time he had caused. He was scared of how much it would hurt but as he thought about it this was the right thing to do. He knew it as did the three women.

“Are you sure you don’t want to add anything” Asked Ruth. “We all have to live together and I want to treat you fairly. Or do you agree with castration? I think we really need to do it or I could get in trouble with my boss for not punishing you correctly”

He took a breath “I just know it is the only option and I don’t want you to get in trouble. I accept what you must do to me”

“Very good” Replied Ruth. “Now go get a shower then meet me in the storage room where the restraint bench is. There we will carry out the sentence”

“Ok” He responded in a sombre tone before walking out of her office.

As he left Ruth turned to the other two for encouragement. “Did I make the right decision? Is castration fair?”

Lucy nodded “Of course he defiantly deserves it. He even admitted it. Plus I bet he has a great pair of balls that will be fun to pop”

“I suppose your right Lucy”

“You know I am Ruth. Just enjoy yourself and take it slow with him. You work hard so you deserve a reward so take pleasure in castrating him. I know I would”

The doctor nodded “She’s right. You are doing the right thing and you should enjoy it. Have fun with him”

“You guys are right I should try to enjoy it. I just want to feel like I am treating him fairly”

“You Are. Its ok” 

“Thanks guys” Ruth said as she left the room to prepare to destroy a man’s balls.

10 minutes later Ruth was waiting in the storage room. She had opened the leg restrains on the bench so they were wide apart, this would mean he will be in a Y position when restrained. Next to the bench she had a short table, not that large in size and on it was a selection of tools. Then between where his legs will go there was a comfortable stool for her to sit at as she worked.

Ruth was sat on the bench running her hand over the black leather covering it. She felt one of the straps as she inspected the device.  Some women preferred kicking frames but she liked the bench. She found that carefully applying pressure to the testicles a much better torture than kicking. By being able to control the force pain could be maximised while prolonging the castration. Castrations done in this way could easily last six plus hours as opposed to kicking where destruction would occur in under two hours.

She believed that making his castration slower would help Brad. The more pain he felt the more he would learn from this and benefit from the punishment. So there was a kind side to what she was about to do. She had her hesitations but knew this was a fair course of action.

Breaking her train of thought she turned her head as the door opened. She stood up as she saw Brad enter. He was wearing a white tank top and some jeans. He looked fresh from the shower but saddened by why he was here.

“Come in brad and can you take off your clothes please?” She asked softly.

He nodded and removed his top before taking off his jeans. Ruth admired his toned body as her eyes moved down to see his underwear being removed. His testicles were of a nice size and his penis hung over them in a way that pleased her. She found his shaved member attractive but once the balls were gone it would no longer function. 

Both their heads raised at the same time until their eyes met. She had such deep eyes that he could lose himself in, the severity of the situation was gone for a moment. 

“Are you ready for this?” She said with a nervous tone.

Brad put his right hand gently on her shoulder “I am Ruth. I’m scared but we do need to do this”

“It’s just that….. The other two girls pushed me so hard to castrate you. I was going to just ballbust you for an hour but they were really insistent. Lucy’s mother is a director of the company so I couldn’t say no to her. I just feel bad about this” 

Now holding her with both hands on her shoulders he said “It’s ok. Like you said I could have checked the machine but I didn’t. I deserve to lose my balls and you are right for making that decision”

“It was a hard decision to make Brad. And I feel it was forced on me” Her breathing quickened she sounded almost panicked.

“Maybe it was but it does fit the crime and I still agree with it. Don’t feel bad for doing the right thing” He used a soothing tone to try and calm her.

“I think you’re right Brad, thank you for making this easier” She looked right at him, he was a good man and she now deeply respected him.

With their heads close he moved his lips towards hers. She closed her eyes as they touched as the pair kissed. After a second she pulled away.

“What! I’m not sure if we should. Why did you do that?”

“It felt right. I’m sorry if it was not appropriate. But I would like to do it again”

She looked at him as he kissed her again. Their lips locked as he put one hand on the side of her head. She let it happen but pulled away again after a few seconds.

“We’re not supposed to do that” She said looking left then right. She appeared overwhelmed, lose even. “Ummmmmm. We can’t kiss. I can’t feel things for you” 

She ran her hands through her hair as she focused “Actually for those two kisses. I should punish you….. But how?” She asked. She was still breathing quickly not sure how to process what had happened.

He put his right hand on her arm like before and she stopped moving so he could. She looked at his hand that comforted her then back up to him. He said calmly “If I need to be punished for the kisses then I should be. I made a mistake and should pay for that”

“I’m….. I’m not sure if you should. Or how?”

“You can punish me by using a candle to burn my penis Ruth. It will be very painful as you hold the flame to me and it will not affect my balls”

“I don’t know…. I have never done that before”

“It’s ok. It’s easy. I should kneel down with my back to something. Like that support beam " He pointed to a 5 inch vertical steel beam that supported the roof. “With my back to that I can kneel down and you can use a candle to burn my penis. You start at the tip and burn it until the feeling has gone and it is blackened. Then you move down the shaft very slowly. It is extremely painful for the man and should be a suitable punishment for me kissing you”

She looked down to see his penis erect, her lips parted with shock as she could not fight the urge to reach out and touch it. It felt smooth in her hands as the tips of her fingers moved over it. He placed one of his hands over one of hers and moved it so her fingers touched the tip of his penis. 

Softly he said to her “To burn the penis start up here at the tip. Burn this area with the flame until it is blackened” He moved one of her fingers over the tip. “This is the most sensitive part of my penis so it will be very painful as you burn it. There will be the smell of burning but don’t worry and I will be in much pain but I deserve that”

He started to move her fingers down the shaft “Then when you have destroyed my tip move the flame down my shaft slowly until you reach the base. Then you will have completed the punishment, a fair one for my crime”

They both started to look up. As soon as their eyes met he kissed her again. This time she allowed her moth to open so there tongues touched. She kept kissing only pulling away after a much longer amount of time. 

“I shouldn’t let you kiss me… I should say no…. Thank you for telling me about the burn process. I think we will have to start that now”

“Of course, shall I knee by the beam?”

“Yes, yes please do. You have to pay” She said still in a near lost state. Her mind was going a mile a minute as she tried to process her feeling. Clumsily she looked for a candle to administer the punishment.

Brad kneed down with his back against the beam. This would stop him pulling back as he felt the fire, he could also be restrained if she chose to. He felt the cold metal as he pushed his back against the beam waiting for her.

She walked over with a candle in one hand and a lighter in the other. Ruth kneeled down in front of him placing the two objects between his legs. His penis was still erect and was now the focal point for what was to happen. She rolled her finger tips over the shaft stroking the part of him she was now going to burn. It felt delicate to her especially the tip, but the penis in a way felt ready. 

She lifted her head until their eyes locked again before she looked away. She felt a wave of guilt but remembered reading about penis burning. She also saw a video of a man feeling it who screamed constantly as his penis was cooked. For kissing her it was an acceptable punishment and she was well within her rights to do this to him. Yet, she felt it was wrong somehow.

She took the lighter and he watched as she lit the candle. The newly formed flame danced as she held it. He took a deep breath knowing where the flame was to go.

“I suppose we are ready” She said.

“I suppose we are Ruth”

“I should start then”

“When every you’re ready Ruth”

“So I just hold it a little under your penis and move it around slowly?”

“Yes just do that. Maybe start with short burns to begin with”

“OK Brad...... Thank you”

They both looked down focusing on the jittering flame. Slowly she moved it towards the tip of his penis. As she did her hand was unsteady.

Brad closed his eyes and bit down as he felt the warmth from the candle on his member. Her mouth parted as she looked on…… The flame touched the tip of his penis.

“UUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH”

He groaned through his gritted teeth as the fire touched him. Ruth could see the flame split as it touched his tip like water parting around a rock. 

He felt the intense pain of his penis burning. He griped his fists tighter, fighting to hold his cock still as she moved the flame down to the top of his shaft. 

As muscles in his body tensed his penis bobbed up and down a little but it still stayed about the flame. She looked to his face and pulled the candle away after seeing his pain. He took a few breaths before opening his eyes to look at her. 

She looked worried, like she had been caught in the middle of a miss deed. Brad could feel the fresh mark where the flame was applied; its sting did not fade.

“Shall I continue?” She said asking him.

 “If you feel it is the right thing to do then yes”

“Is it?”

“For an unwanted advance burning of the penis is often performed”

They both looked down at the flame. Brad knew he said the right thing but was scared of the flame. His first taste of it had hurt so much.

“OK” She said as a one word reply. 

He clenched as the candle was moved back to continue the burning. Closer it moved as he closed his eyes. He could not escape his situation; he felt the warm of the candle on the side of his penis. He knew where he would feel his next burn.

“UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” 

He groaned through his gritted teeth as he turned his head violently to the side. The fire caressed the side of his penis starting at the base. Ruth moved the flame higher slowly leaving intense pain where it had been. She continued its course until it reached the tip.

Once at the tip she moved the flame around the sides of it knowing the tip needed special attention from the flame. After an appropriate amount of time she pulled the flame away leaving his gasping for breath. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he suffered before her. 

He was now clearly struggling and she looked more saddened than before. The burning was going to be hard for both of them. She let the flame go out.

She looked at his pausing to speak but then saying nothing like the words had escaped her. She gathered her thoughts and spoke.

“I’m sorry if I miss lead you into thinking your advances were wanted. I could have said no to them instead of enjoying them. The result is that now you need to feel your penis burning which is partly my fault”

“It’s my fault” He said sadly. “I should have known and even as I kissed you I knew what the punishment would be. I have always admired you, it’s impossible not to. Even those kisses were worth it. I just wish I could have taken it further”

She was a flattered by his admission. “Are you just saying that to avoid the flame?”

“No Ruth. Burning my penis is a good idea and it should be done. You are such an amazing woman, it was worth it just to touch you for a few moments”

“Very well” She said looking away. “Please lay on the bench face up so we can continue”

She helped him up and lead him to the bench. The leather covering the bench creaked as he sat on it. Next he spread his legs and he got into position on the Y shaped table. Brad looked straight up as one at a time she used the straps to tie him down. 

First his ankles, then above his knees, then over his stomach, next over his chest then final over his wrists. With all the straps applied he could not move, he just stared upwards awaiting his fate.

She collected some string from a table against the wall as Brad heard each foot step sounding the arrival of real pain. Now things were going to get serious for him.

She stood between his parted legs and tied one end of the string around the base of his penis tip. She tied it tightly so it would not come undone before attaching the other end to a hook in the ceiling. She stood on the small stool that was there to reach it.

Ruth pulled the string tight with pulled his penis vertical. He groaned as his cock was not just pulled up but stretched out as well.

Looking down he could see his penis stretched upward and behind that Ruth sat down on the stool. Perfectly positioned to continue her work.

Holding the candle in one hand she said “It’s nice to hear you like me and I like you but we owe it to the company to make sure this matter is dealt with correctly. So that’s the destruction of your testicles and the burning of your cock”

“But…. But no one knows about the kisses. Can you please spare me the burning?” 

“Now that wouldn’t be fair on either of us. Or the company, you know that”

He sighed “I do. I’m sorry I asked”

“Its ok. I’m ready to start if you are?”

He nodded his head then let it fall back.

The warmth grew on the side of his penis as the flame was brought up to it.

“AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!”

He screamed out as the flame was moved up and down his shaft. The flame was touching the skin as Ruth carefully moved it around. She was fascinated by the orange waves that flowed over his skin. There was a definite beauty to the form of punishment.

It this position the entire penis was exposed so it could be more effectively burned. It was presented perfectly so she could get the best result.

Ruth ignored him thrashing in pain as she watched the skin changing. As she held the flame to the skin it appeared to dry out then turn red. Little blisters formed where she applied the flame the most. The skin even cracked and blackened in places as the smell of cooked meat filled the room.

Ruth felt much better about the burning now. She liked him but this was the right thing to do. It was a fair use of torture and she started to get into the rhythm of it. He needed to be punished and burning in this way was becoming more common. 

Many women who use penis burning as a punishment find it enjoyable and relaxing to do it. The punishment was one that had seen an increase in popularity and was often done alongside castration. Several women’s magazines discussed different methods of burning the penis to ensure total destruction and cause the most pain. They also recommended the procedure to women for its entertainment value.

Ruth certainly was enjoying herself as she moved the flame closer once more. The flame licked the shaft cooking the flesh. He had not said a word in several minutes. He just pulled on the restraints and screamed. 

She worked around the back of his shaft leaning over to make sure she had burned it correctly. A few body hairs sizzled as she moved the flame but she was careful to maintain contact with the shaft.

She applied the heat for about two minutes before giving him a break to catch his breath. Once he had gulped down some air she burned him again. 

It took nearly half an hour for her to burn his shaft to a crisp. Next she started on his tip. 

He looked up as she most sensitive spot experienced the flame. His eyes were wide and all he could do was scream as he felt the heat. The skin wrinkled up before blistering after taking the fire. As before she slowly moved the flame to make sure she had burned it all. 

 

She blew out the candle as smoke rose from his charred member. She looked on, proud with her work. The burning had gone well and she was pleased with the result. She was glad she went through with it.

He raised his head and was shocked at the sight of his penis. It was a burned mess and he knew it was but seeing it made it real for him.

She stood up looking down at him. “I’ll give you a break to recover then I’ll be back to begin work on your testicles”

She turned away to walk out. Brad heard her footsteps getting further away before he heard the door open then slam shut. His only company was the pain.

 End of part 1

Guest writer - Classroom Rules

I havent done this before but I was sent this story by a writer called Meetthepressure. See link below for imagefap profile. It was a good read and is similar to what I write so I think you guys will like it. Give it a go and post what you think (respectfully) at the end.

MeetThePressure

“Ok class, settle down.”

The students took their seats and sized up their new teacher.

“Welcome everyone.  It’s good to see you all.  Now I noticed a couple of you were late and a few of you aren’t fully paying attention.  I’m only going to say this once.  I will not tolerate outbursts, disruptions, disrespect or other behavior that interferes with the learning environment. If you can’t control yourself, you’ll be severely punished.”

Students were not sure what to make of this threat, but quickly settled down.

“So you know I’m serious, I need a volunteer.”

Students look at each other inquisitively.

Connor pipes up: “For what?”

“To demonstrate the punishment for breaking the rules.”

“Oh.”

“Come up here Connor.”

Connor hesitated.

“NOW!”

Connor lept to his feet and slowly walked to the front of the classroom.

“Very good. Thank you for complying. Now listen up class, I expect your very best behavior and participation. If you fail, then I will severely punish you. I will demonstrate on Connor one possible punishment.

Connor stood nervously in front of his 19 classmates as he listened to the teacher. The teacher now had everyone’s undivided attention.

“Good. Now Connor, remove all your clothes.”

Connor’s mouth opened as the other students let out an audible gasp.

“Wha… what?”

“I said remove all of your clothes and stand here naked.”

“But .. I can’t do that!” he replied with some defiance.

“Are you disobeying me Connor?”

Connor didn’t answer.

“This is what I’m talking about class. Disobedience. It will not be tolerated. Not only will I demonstrate punishment on Connor, but it will be especially harsh.  Now get on with it mister.”

Connor looked in disbelief at the eyes staring back at him, hoping beyond all hope that this was a horrible nightmare or that maybe someone would come to his defense.  Unfortunately for him, it was very much real and no one would help him.

“I will not tell you again.”

Connor resigned to his fate and began disrobing.  Not an eye blinked as Connor first kicked off his shoes and socks and then removed his t-shirt. It was a warm day, so only shorts and underwear remained.  He didn’t wear a belt so the shorts slipped down effortlessly.

Connor couldn’t look at the students as he placed his thumbs inside his boxer briefs and dropped them to the floor.  Another gasp escaped his fellow students’ mouths as they took in his naked body.  Connor’s face flushed at the embarrassment of being naked in front of so many people, but he knew somehow he had to obey the teacher.

He started to cover his genitals with his hand, but figured that would not be welcome, so he kept them at his side.

“Very good, Connor. I see that everyone has a good view. As I said before, I expect your obedience during class and during punishment. You will accept everything I am about to do to you without question or hesitation.  Do you understand?”

Connor turned to face the teacher. “Yes.”

“Good. Your punishment will involve torturing your testicles.  I was just planning to torture them for a while so your classmates knew what I might do if they break the rules, but since you disobeyed me, I am going to make this demonstration an actual punishment and I am going to be especially brutal.”

Connor’s heart was racing and his breathing was crazy fast. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing as he hung on his teacher’s every words.

“I am going to repeatedly kick you in the testicles, then I’m going to crush them in my hands and then I’m going to put you on the desk and drive long, thick nails through them and into the desktop. After that, I’ll evaluate and decide if your punishment is over or if you deserve more. Do you agree with this punishment?”

Connor again looked around for help. The only responses he saw were a few of the females nodding their heads yes, almost encouraging him to say yes.   He quickly considered running out of the room, which he just as quickly dismissed. He ultimately realized he had no choice and would accept his fate. In fact, he hoped to curry favor by going further.

“I accept this punishment as fair for disobeying you. It’s also right for everyone here to see what happens if they disobey in class. In fact, if you want to make my punishment worse, I am ok with that.”

“That’s good to hear Connor. After I nail your swollen testicles to the desk, we’ll see about further punishment.  Now stand straight up, spread your legs and put your hands behind your back.”

Connor did as instructed.  The warm day caused his ample testicles to hang low.  The teacher stood in front of Connor and grasped his balls.

“I enjoy torturing large testicles and these will experience a very brutal treatment.  I will start with 50 full-force kicks, all of which I expect you to remain standing for. As you can see, these black boots are solid and will cause serious pain and injury to your testicles.”

“I understand.”

“Are you ready to accept your punishment?”

“Yes, I am.”

The teacher got into position, reared back and delivered the first full-force kick, striking both testicles dead on.

KICK!

“UMPF!” but Connor remained standing with his hands clenched behind his back.

KICK!

KICK!

KICK!

KICK!

KICK!

Five quick-succession kicks almost dropped Connor to the floor, but he somehow managed to stay upright. Each devastating kick slammed his balls directly into his pelvis. His classmates, male and female alike, looked upon him in a combination of awe, pity and desire.  Many of his female classmates wished they were the ones delivering crushing testicular torture.  Some of the guys rubbed themselves, not necessarily wishing they were in Connor’s place, but because the whole situation was weirdly erotic.

KICK!

KICK!

KICK!

KICK!

And so it went.  The teacher delivered kick after powerful kick, delivering full-force strikes that bruised and tenderized Connor’s large, low-hanging balls.  Indeed, the kicks were brutal and damage would occur if continued at this ferocity.

At the halfway point, Connor’s body was sweating and his face clearly showed a guy in serious pain.

“That’s 25 kicks. Tell me and the class how you feel.”

“It hurts really bad.  The pain goes all the way into my abdomen.”

“Do you regret agreeing to this punishment?”

“No I don’t. I deserve more.”  A couple classmates snickered at this admission, but Connor didn’t hear them. He all but tuned out the class as he focused on the teacher’s every word.

“Yes, you do Connor and I am happy to see you accept what’s due. Are you ready to continue?”

“Yes, please.”

The teacher lined up again and delivered the most violent kick yet.  

KICK!!!

This one impacted both testicles dead on and the follow-through lifted Connor off the ground.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Connor screamed as he collapsed to the floor clutching his battered nuts.  He quickly realized the mistake and scrambled to get up, despite the agony he was in.

“I’m … I’m sorry.  Uhh I shouldn’t have fallen.”

“No, Connor, you shouldn’t have.  I will add 5 kicks to your punishment before moving on.”

“Thank you.”

The teacher delivered kick after brutalizing kick.  Twice more Connor dropped to the ground, extending his kick total to 65.  He took them all without complaining and thanked the teacher for doing a good job.

“As you can see class, Connor’s balls are swollen, bruised and there’s probably some internal damage. It will take at least a week to heal, but I’m not done with his punishment.  Connor, tell everyone how your testicles feel now.”

For the first time since this began, Connor made eye contact with his classmates. His labored breathing and defeated body clearly showed how much he was suffering, but he did his part and attempted to put that suffering into words.

“It hurts so bad. Like you can’t even imagine the raw pain running through my testicles, through my abdomen and into everywhere else. It’s like lightning strikes to my balls that just won’t quit. But …” Connor let his words linger.

“But what?” asked the teacher.

“But ... “ Connor’s face flushed a bit, “but I deserved this and all this pain almost feels right. I know I deserved to be punished and that there’s more coming. If I think about that, it’s not so bad.”

“So you still accept everything that’s been done so far?”

“Oh yes. Like my balls are super sensitive and sore and any movement hurts, but I also know they’re about to get a lot more and I accept it.”

“I’m glad to hear it.  It’s important that you, and each of you, accept that if you deserve to be punished, that you take it like he is.  Now hop up on the desk, face the class and spread your legs wide.”

Connor did as instructed and his bloated, red testicles gently lay atop an ancient wooden desk that wasn’t going anywhere.

“For the next part of your punishment, I’m going to use my hands to crush your balls. This will further brutalize them and result in further damage.  This will really hurt you so I’m going to tie you up.  Is that ok?”

“Yes, it is. It’s probably a good idea so I don’t flop around or try to avoid what I deserve.”

The teacher dug into a backpack, retrieved four lengths of ropes and secured Connor’s four limbs wide apart and down the four desk legs.  Connor wasn’t going anywhere and his testicles were totally vulnerable for the continuing torture that awaited them.

“Are you ready for the punishment to continue?”

“Yes I am.  And thank you.”

“Good.”

The teacher stood to the side of the desk and secured Connor’s left testicle between a very powerful thumb and index finger.  Bearing down with power of a seasoned torturer, the teacher dug both digits deep into Connor's defenseless balls.

“AHHHHHHHH!” yelled Connor as his left testicle was so brutally compressed.  The teacher kept the grip in place for 30 seconds before letting up.  Without hesitation, the right testicle received the same treatment and Connor unleashed a worthy scream.

“That’s one crush per testicle.  Each will receive another 20.”

Connor sighed a bit. This was really going to hurt.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Connor nonstop on the 15th brutal crush on his left testicle.

“I felt something that time, Connor.  I think the walls of your testicle are starting to give way. We’re at the point now where your testicles are starting to experience serious injury.  If I kept this up, I would totally crush your balls and they would become mush.”

The teacher waited for Connor’s crying to subside and for him to stop pulling at the ropes.  Clearly restraining him was a good idea.

“You’re doing good Connor.  As I said earlier, you were going to experience brutal torture and that’s exactly what’s happening.  Tell us again how you feel now.”

“Ugh, oh my god, it hurts so bad. I can’t describe the constant agonizing throbbing running through my balls. And yeah, on that last crush, I felt something worse than before, almost like my testicle was collapsing. It’s so horrible.”

“Yes it is. Do you still deserve this and more?”

“Yea. Yea I do. I deserve this and it has to be bad.”

“Have you thought about one of your balls rupturing before?”

“Honestly, no.”

“But it’s a real chance now.  They can’t take much more.”

Connor stared at the ceiling. “I know.”

“Do you accept that it may happen?”

Connor couldn’t answer. He just stared blindly straight up, trying to fight the mental horror coursing through his body.

“Don’t worry about that now. We’ll revisit it later.  For now, you have 4 more crushes to endure. Are you ready?”

Connor snapped out of it, “Yes, I am.”

Each subsequent crush on his left ball hurt like hell. The weakened testicle was taking a serious assault and the nerves were on fire.  By the final crush, the right testicle started to lose some of its integrity as well, eliciting another guttural “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” from its owner.

The students couldn’t believe their eyes. All this misery was first supposed to be a demonstration of punishments, but turned into an actual punishment simply because Connor initially refused to get naked.  The brutality for such a small offense was remarkable, but here they were - it was really happening.

“You did well Connor.  As you heard by his last scream, his right testicle is now in the same vulnerable state as his left.  They’ve both experienced real injury and obviously can’t take a ton of further abuse.  Only one more punishment is prescribed for your disobedience and that’s to drive thick, long nails through your balls. Anything to add before I continue?”

Connor’s sweaty body was breathing heavy as his head moved to make eye contact with the teacher. “I … I just want to thank you for the punishment. I was disobedient and deserved to be punished. I also deserve to be punished hard not only for what I did, but so everyone can see what might happen to them.  Thank you for being so brutal.”

The teacher reached back into the backpack and retrieved a pair of nails and a hammer. Tied to the desk as he was, Conner couldn’t initially see what the teacher held, but the audible gasps from the classmates meant this couldn’t be good.  The teacher walked around to each seat, giving students a close-up view of the nails. Each stared in amazement, especially the guys who couldn’t believe something that big was about go into Connor’s balls.

When the teacher finished making rounds with the nails, Connor got his first look at them.  The teacher held them directly above Connor’s eyes.  He inhaled deeply and slowly let it out.  Each nail was about 6” long and ¼” thick.  

“As you can see, these nails are ideal for punishment. They’re thick enough that they’ll damage your testicles, but it’s not clear if they’ll permanently damage them. Since your testicles are already injured, the probability of permanent damage is somewhat increased.  Are you ready for me to nail the first one through your left testicle?”

Connor hesitated a moment and ultimately responded “Yes I am. Please nail my balls to the desk.”

The teacher lined up the first menacing nail atop Connor’s left testicle, deliberately indenting the testicle meat.  The hammer was raised high as the class, and Connor, held their collective breaths. With the strength seen during the crushing punishment, the teacher brought the hammer down with sufficient force to drive the thick nail completely through Connor’s defenseless ball, lodging t into the wooden desk below.

“BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” screamed Connor as the nail tore a hole through the center of his devastated left testicle.  Good thing the teacher tightened the ropes cause Conner went to town thrashing his body back and forth.

Not missing a beat, the teacher continued to drive the nail through his testicle, embedding it even further into the desk.  By the time the nailing was complete, two inches of the nail were embedded in the desk, leaving a couple inches in the air.

Connor screamed and cried for a solid two minutes before he settled down, but his fast breathing continued in earnest. Not giving Connor time to recover, the teacher placed the second nail over his right testicle, again indenting the flesh. Connor couldn’t watch. He closed his eyes, clenched his fists and curled his naked toes.

Hammer up and WHAM!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” the most horrendous scream yet escaped Connor’s mouth.  He was in so much pain that his head repeatedly banged on the desk.  For their parts, the students were simply mesmerized at the brutality unfolding before them.  The teacher again drove the nail several more time before it was solidly embedded in the desk.

Indeed, neither of Connor’s seriously fucked up balls were going anywhere.

After several minutes, Connor gained his composure and opened his eyes.  He managed to raise his head enough to look down and see the two nail heads protruding above his stomach.  He couldn’t see his swollen balls, nor could he see them nailed to the desk below,.

“Students, it’s time for a break.  I’m going to leave Connor like this while you take 15.  Do NOT be late.”

The students nodded in understanding and none of them dared returning late. In fact, all would return well early.

When the students did return, the teacher silently removed the nails from Connor’s balls.  He screamed again, but nothing like when they were cruelly driven in.  Each quarter-inch hole leaked a mix of clear fluid and blood.

“Class, that concludes Connor’s punishment.  You witnessed what might happen if you act inappropriately within these walls. I encourage you not to test me. There are no three-strikes and you’re out.  Connor took his punishment well and his testicles will probably heal in time, but his suffering will continue for weeks, as it should.”  The teacher looked toward Connor, “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Wow. I don’t know where to begin.  I can’t believe this just happened, but I’ve been thinking and it was all fair and appropriate. I screwed up and deserved to be punished.  Thank you for punishing me and making it as bad as you did.”

“You’re welcome Connor.  Not everyone in this room would take it so well and I’m sure most would complain the whole time.”

“Yeah, prolly so.”  By this point, the restraints were removed and Connor sat on the edge of the desk that hosted his torture. He gently observed his seriously fucked up balls, careful to apply the lightest pressure.  The two nail holes were clearly visible, but what surprised him the most was the size of his balls. Both had grown at least twice their normal size from the abuse.

“What would you do if they kept complaining during their punishment?” Connor quietly asked as he slowly manipulated his balls in his right hand.

“Of course their punishment would be increased.”

Connor continues his downward gaze at his mangled testicles, completely ignoring the students.  After a long pause, he spoke up again.

“Maybe .. maybe you can torture me more so they can see what continued disobedience would be like.”

What the hell did he just say? His almost hypnotic state was seriously causing him to not think straight.

Not missing a beat, the teacher responded “That’s a very generous offer, Connor. Do you know what I’d do next?”

“No, not really.”

“Punishment for continued disobedience is total destruction of your testicles. In other words, I will torture your balls until they are both ruptured and continue torturing them so there’s nothing left. It is the most brutal, final punishment I can deliver.”

Connor gulped.

“So I ask you again, are you sure you want to give up being a male and your reproductive future? Your punishment is complete so you don’t have to do this, but it would be a good lesson for the class.”

“I .. yeah it would be good for them to see.  How .. how will you destroy them?”

“Well, Connor, I will start by cutting away your scrotum until both of your testicles are completely exposed.  I will let everyone here come up and see what raw, naked testicles look like. I will then drive 5 thick, barbed nails into each testicle. These nails are the sadistic mate to the straight nails i used earlier. Each nail is lined with serrated edges that will tear your testicle flesh as they’re driven into you.

“Once all the nails are in, I will use this small torch to heat each nail until the center of your balls are cooked.  Over the course of a couple hours, your balls will die in a most horrible and brutal manner.  You will feel everything.”

The class hung on every word and gasped at the utter brutality described in cold, unemotional detail by the teacher. Many of the guys moved their hands to protect their own balls while shaking their head back and forth. This was clearly too much. No lesson was worth so much suffering and giving up so much. Many of the females were also speechless, but some secretly wanted to see this spectacle unfold.

“Holy .. wow. That’s horrible,” replied Connor as he continued to gently cup his brutalized testicles.

“Yes it is, which is why you should not accept it. Because if you do, I will do everything I said and you will not be able to stop it once you have regrets and want out. So what’ll it be?”

“I don’t know. That’s like the most horrible thing I’ve ever heard. But part of me wants to do it. I don’t know why. It’s like I want to do the right thing and let everyone see what continued acting up will cost. But it’s also like I want you to feel happy. Would doing this please you?”

“I’m not gonna lie Connor, I enjoy castrating males through torture and few guys ever volunteer for it, especially when they hear the details.”

“That kinda makes me wanna go through with it.”

“Why is that?”

“To show I’m not a pu … uh, to show I’m brave.”

“You don’t have to be castrated to show your bravery. But I appreciate where you mind is going. So you want to go through with it?”

“I think so.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I … uh … ok.”

“That’s not good enough. Beg me what you want to happen.”

Connor gulped.

“I .. Please torture my balls until they’re destroyed.”

“Tell me how.”

“Ugh. By cutting off my scrotum and exposing my testicles. Then driving barbed nails through them. Then cooking them from the inside out.”  There, he said it.

“You’re a good student, Connor. What if I choose to alter what I do to you, or to make it worse, or to prolong your suffering?”

“You can do anything you want to my testicles, however bad you want, for as long as you want.”

“Very good.”  Connor let out a deep breath.  What did he just do?  The teacher laid Connor back down on the desk and resecured his four limbs to the desk’s legs. When complete, each limb was pulled wider and tighter than before. Somehow Connor’s bloated, red, bleeding balls looked even more vulnerable than before.

“Class, this is going to be a horrible end to Connor’s testicles. If you want to leave now, I understand.”

Everyone looked around, but no one budged.

“Ok, fair enough.  Just remember what Connor is sacrificing for you. You have witnessed the punishment for disobedience and acting up. You will soon witness the punishment for continued transgressions. Consider this your only warning.”

The teacher retrieved the necessary supply from the backpack, namely a pair of surgical scissors and 10 truly terrifying-looking nails.

“Connor, I’m now going to cut off your scrotum, revealing your exposed testicles. You’re truly doing a good thing here and I’m proud of you.”

Connor couldn’t help but smile a bit, even though he was still in considerable pain and he knew his balls were about to be history.

The teacher immediately set about cutting a small hole in Connor’s scrotum and continued, with a precision that might lead some to believe the teacher has done this before, to cut around the peripheral of the testicles.  This obviously hurt, but not near as bad as the previous direct assault on his testicles.

In 5 minutes, the deed was done and the teacher invited each student to come up and observe the results.  What lay before them was indeed impressive - a pair of white/grey testicles, bruised, bloody and quite swollen.  They were also misshapen, a clear sign that they suffered quite horribly at the teacher’s capable hands.

The teacher discarded Connor’s scrotum as the students inspected their classmate.  When they were all back in their seats, the teacher produced a single nail and showed it to Connor. As the nail approached, he slammed his eyes shut. He couldn’t look.

“Connor, open your eyes.”

He shook his head no.

“Connor, do not disobey me. You asked for this.”

He thought a moment and realized the teacher was right. He opened his eyes and saw the doom that awaited him.  The new nail was 6” long and a quarter-inch thick, just like the last one, but this time the entire length of the nail was covered in downward-pointing sharp metal barbs.

“These 25 or so barbs are solid and will tear apart the very core of your testicles. There will be no recovering once they do their work. Plus all those barbs will tear such a large area that the pain will be overwhelming. I’ve never been this brutal with a punishment before. I’ve only ever driven one of these in a testicle, but when you seemed interested in going on, I gave you a number that was so absurdly large that you would of course said no. But, for whatever reason, you didn’t. So I’ll drive all 10 of these things through your balls. There won’t be much left to burn when I’m done. You cannot imagine the pain you’re about to feel.”

The teacher looked at Connor, obviously awaiting a reply.

“I, I don’t know what to say.”

“You can start by reacting to the fact that you could have gotten away with just one of these per testicle, but now you’ll get 5 each.”

“It’s .. it’s fine. If you’re gonna show them what continued disobedience costs, it might as well be brutal. And I kinda think it’s cool that I’ll get what no one else ever has.”

“That is very true and brave of you Connor. Are you ready for the first one?”

“Yes I am.”

The one good thing about forcing 5 nails through each testicle was the swelling.  All 5 of these monsters might not have fit at the outset of this punishment session, but the nicely swollen testicles provided ample surface area.

The teacher placed the first barbed nail atop Connor’s left testicle, just to the side of the previous nail hole. The white naked testicle looked even more vulnerable than at any other time so far. His whole body flinched when the cold metal tip made contact with his most exposed flesh.

WHAM!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Connor as the nail ripped and tore its way through his doomed left testicle flesh. The nail barbs did their job and shredded a large chunk of ball flesh on their way into the desk.  A couple more pounds of the hammer and the first nail was in.

The second nail elicited the same reaction as the first, a truly horrifying sound echoing off the walls.

The teacher evenly spaced out the nails ensuring destruction was spread throughout the entire testicle.  By the time the fifth serrated nail was driven through Connor’s ball, it was beyond destroyed, but the nerves still functioned.  They sent wave after wave of nauseating agony searing through Connor’s young body. He felt every penetration, every shredded fiber of his once ample testicle.

By the conclusion of his left testicle’s destruction, Connor was a quivering mess.  The students couldn’t believe such devastation was possible and the teacher was quite pleased.

After Connor came to his senses in a few minutes, the teacher again promoted Connor for a reaction.

“Oh my God. I can’t even. Is it..?”

“Yes, your left testicle is demolished.  Unfortunately there’s really nothing left to burn.”

“Wow. I felt like everything. I could actually feel my testicle ripping apart.”

“Good. That’s what’s supposed to happen.”

“It was so bad.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No! I mean, no. It was the right thing to do.”

“Yes it was. Are you ready for your final destruction?”

“Ok, do it.”

One more time, the teacher lined up the cruel barbed nail atop his right testicle and drove it home with a hammer blow as hard as any delivered so far.”

WHAM!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

The pain was just too much. Connor started convulsing and shaking on the wooden desk.  The teacher knew he didn’t have much longer before he passed out and there was no point torturing him then.

The teacher therefore delivered the last 4 nails in rapid succession, completing the destruction of the right testicle.  Connor was a legitimate mess. About half the surface area of his two bloated balls were shredded mush. Connor wasn’t completely unconscious, but he was definitely out of it.

Since there was really no use in burning his testicles to complete the destruction, the teacher dismissed the class, with a stern reminder to behave.  The class emptied leaving the teacher with Connor tied to the desk.

After several minutes he started to come around, groggy, wondering what happened.  Within moments, the pain soared through his nerves and onward to his brain, where he quickly remembered what happened.  While his balls were destroyed, the nerve endings were very much alive.  The teacher deliberately left the 10 nails fully embedded through his balls into the desk.

“Oh my God,” he sighed as he layer there a broken guy.

“You did well Connor.”

“Thank you. Is it done?”

“Almost. Your testicles are destroyed as requested. But the nails remain. I planned to burn what remained to finish your castration, but they’re already dead. Before I untie you, I’m going to cause you more pain.”

“More?” asked an exhausted Connor.

“Yeah, as I remove each nail, I’m going to twist it on the way out. Doing so will rip the remaining testicle meat.  Both testicles are already dead, but you can obviously still feel everything. As you can see, everyone’s gone.”

Connor looked around; he never noticed his classmates leaving.

“I’ll be honest Connor. I’m only causing you more pain because I want to. I enjoy seeing you suffer and you take it so well.”

Connor slowly nodded his head.

No more words were needed.

Over the next 15 minutes, the teacher removed the barbed nails in the most brutal fashion possible. Each nail slowly twisted on its way out, further terrorizing the poor testicles. Connor predictably screamed with each new insult, proof that the nerves in his testicles were very much alive.

By the end, Connor offered no resistence and just lay there as the teacher removed his bonds. The teacher had to help him to the seated position where he slowly opened his eyes to survey the damage.  There were no words for the sight before him.

“Well, Connor, I’m impressed. You did well.”

“Th .. thank you.  I’m happy you did this to me. The punishment was right and the further lesson was good for the class. I doubt anyone will act up now.”

The teacher helped clean up and dress Connor and drove him to the hospital where the medical team obviously could not save his testicles.

What a memorable start to the new year.