Gay ballbusting: Aching Tension

Mr John was known for his peculiar ways of punishing students. And due to their school's policy of no interference with a teacher's teaching methodology or class discipline, it was totally in the teacher's hands to punish or reward the students. Jim had transferred to this school and wasn't aware of Mr John's grumpy personality. So one day when Mr John's gave them a surprise quiz. Jim had no preparation for it so the only thing he could do was cheat and that's what busted him. He was trying to peek from the sheet of the girl sitting in front of him when Mr John spotted him and walked towards him, him being too engaged in cheating didn't notice him standing besides him. And that's how he found himself alone in Mr John's office, later that evening. Mr John was sitting in his swivel chair, analysing his test papers. He suddenly threw his papers on the table letting out a sigh. "I hate whores like you," He says, Jim's eyes widening, hearing the comment. He shifts uncomfortably on his heels before Mr John finally looks at him.

His heart beat rising, noticing the man's gaze.. “Did you honestly think that I would not discover that it was you?" He questions, with amusement. Jim ducks down his head, shame rushing through his blood. "Peel off your clothes." He hears the man say, he stares at his teacher in disbelief. The man had no signs of joking on his face as he gawked at him blankly. Jim waits, hoping the man would say it's a joke or anything like that but the man just raises his brows, "You didn't hear me or what?" He asks, annoyed. And Jim realised he had no other way but to follow his orders, so he shakily reached for his shirt unbuttoning it agonisingly slowly, expecting the man to stop him at any moment. But he didn't. John leans backwards, enjoying the boy putting a strip show for him. Jim discards his shirt and now reaches for his pants.

He pulls up the zipper, removing his pants with shivering hands. John could feel his member going hard seeing the boy all vulnerable and nervous. He then takes off his pants, allowing it to pool near his ankles. “Your underwear.” Jim gulped, quietly moving his hand to remove it too. His hands trying to cover his hanging cock. "Remove your hands." Mr John instructed me to get up. Jim's heart beated erratically, he was scared. The teacher wanted him to strip in front of him, if that wasn't weird enough now the man was ogling him with eyes. “Hands on top of your heads,” the man said in a voice that brooked no dissent.

Jim lifted his hands to his head like police prisoners. He felt conscious about his hanging member even more, he had a stumpy two inches nestled high in a mat of brown hair with moist foreskin that looked as though he’d just taken a piss and not bothered to shake. “Look at the ceiling,” John instructed, nearing him even more. He complied. His testicles rode high in a soft, loose sack. John’s hand whipped out and his middle finger nail smacked with catapult force dead centre in the teenager’s left nut. Jim grunted and flinched, but remained standing as the sadistic teacher whipped his other testicle. It bounced in his sack as the thumbnail buried itself into the side of the soft flesh, and again, the boy grunted.

His already diminutive penis was shrinking from the pain, but he clenched his teeth and continued staring at the ceiling, unable to prevent the tears that trickled down his flushed and angry cheeks. He scowled and stared at the ceiling, steeling himself as the man again hit it. Thwack! The first flick to his right testicle, right in the middle. It was so much harder than before. Jim grimaced and grunted. Thwack! Now the left side, also in the middle. Jim felt the orb jump sideways in his sack. His balls were two glowing orbs of pain. Thwack! The right one again, this time from the top in a downwards direction.

Jim let out a strangled yelp as he felt the nail hit his testicle on top like a teaspoon cracking a hard-boiled breakfast egg. “You’re new here boy. You need to learn to follow the rules.” Thud! Now the left-hand side again, the finger flicking downwards from an upper angle. It hurt so much that Jim felt as though he was going to pee. He held it back. Two eggs for breakfast then. “You boys think that you are almost a man with your dicks and your growing balls. But you’re not.” WACK! The right side again, this time from beneath. Now his testicle was a pinata, struck for John's amusement. “You’re still just children with hair on your dicks.” THUD! The hardest yet. Left testicle from beneath.

This time Jim u could not help himself: he felt the urine dribbling from his dick, and his rubbery legs wobbled as he lost control. He looked down from the ceiling at Mr John. He wanted to know why he was receiving this treatment. The man gripped Jim’s aching balls in his fist and ground them together. They slid off each other, slippery, trapped in his sack. Jim brought his knees together futilely as the pain in his already-bruised balls rose even higher. “Now maybe you’ll remember you are just a boy as long as you are in my school.” Jim let out a single strangled word that took all of his effort to say. “Sir.” It was part acknowledgement, but mostly it was a plea for mercy. John released Jim’s balls before they were permanently damaged. Tears streamed down the teenager’s face. The teacher stepped back and looked at the ground. Their underwear and trousers were wet, there was a puddle of urine beneath him. His testicle darkening and his penis shrivelling as though he had swum in the cold. John then gestured towards his naked groyne, “You have a long way to go. A very long way indeed.” He pulled an expression that was midway between disdain and ridicule. Jim could not believe this sadistic pig, repeatedly flicking him in the testicles. Now, he was in so much pain he could not stop the tears that trickled down his cheeks.

Jim shuffled uncomfortably in his place,He spread his knees, carefully arranging his droopy testicles to minimise the chance of squashing them between his thighs. He’d never hurt so badly and it didn’t seem to be diminishing rather doubling with each passing second. Each of his balls was a deeply-aching point of nauseating pain which literally made him feel as though he wanted to vomit. The ache radiates outwards to fill his entire groyne, his lower abdomen and even the tops of his legs. He felt weak-kneed and stomach-cramps and sick all at the same time. The pain was radiating all the way along each of the cords that suspended his testicles, all the way into the bones of his pelvis. His penis hung like a four inch noodle, but behind were two dark-crimson, grapefruit-sized orbs hanging pendulously in his massively over stretched scrotum.

Enzo frowned as he looked at his son’s genitals, not fully comprehending the damage. John seemed to enjoy his misery as he approached Jim and reached for his enormous testicles. Jim flinched away, John let them swing slowly like the clapper of an enormous church bell in the wind. He noticed how the teenager was a skinny slip, but his balls were enormous. They looked comically large on his body; like hanging bull nuts on a fishing pole. They were heavy, filled with fluid that had belatedly accumulated there to protect the delicate meat within. Jim winced as his John lifted them, instinctively doubling over slightly to protect them. He let out a half moan, half sigh with vocal cords still long short of maturity. Before Jim could restore his breath the man clenched his fists, ready to crush his balls. Jim cried out in pain. Then, with the speed of a striking cobra, Johnson's right hand whipped out and his fingernail struck Jim's right testicle with perfect precision.

There was a slapping sound as the man slapped his inner thigh before he swung an enraged fist at Jim's cock head. Jim screamed body trembling with shock. He was again tortured by a backhand slap that hit both swollen testicles from beneath. The shock and force made him cry in pain. He felt his teacher gripped his hugely bloated left testicle, capturing it in a clawed hand. Jim yelped as the man dug his fingers into the tender, bruised flesh, and reached down to pry the man’s hand from him, but John halted his efforts with a single sharp squeeze that served both as warning and distraction.

Then he slowly brought his fingers together, pressing the thumb of his hand right through Jim's captured testicle until it reached the side of the opposite finger. At the same time, he closed the claw around his other testicle until the tips of his fingers met in the middle of the young man’s already injured gonad. Jim let out blood curdling screams of anguish, clutching ineffectually at John's thick and impossibly powerful forearms. His efforts were no more successful than a child swatting away the trunk of an oak tree for the other. He was scared that at this rate his testicle would be sickeningly painful for three to six months after this, and would rapidly atrophy to a fraction of its former size.

Furthermore, it would never again be capable of producing sperm or hormones: a permanent reminder not to mess with him. “I’ll take a stone from you if you cheat again,” John hissed vindictively. “In six months, there will be nothing more than tiny ornaments dangling between your legs. So don't piss me off. “Do you understand?!” John growled. “Yes!” Jim managed to whimper in a high-pitched, choked voice. For the last time he squeezed his fingers deeper and Jim screamed in a shrill, hitched voice. I “You have got big balls,” John says squeezing them. “And they hang really low.” He finally lets it go, a wicked grin on his face as he watches Jim's tear stained face and swollen testicles. He wanted to tie a stout cord multiple times around Jim’s testicles, isolating each of them from the other and criss-crossing them in a self-tightening mesh. And then tie them around the root of the boy's penis.

But the boy seemed like he would pass out any moment so he decided to do it next time. Jim would be a good stress reliever for him, he thought. Next time he would surely use rope-wrapped rock up for him. And pass the end of the testicle cord through the rope that wrapped around the rock and tied it off. And then hand him the rope, attached to a 30-pound rock. The rock would be attached to his balls. And then he'll command him to not drop it unless he wants to lose his balls. The rope will hang from your cock, stretching it and cutting off the blood until it dies. A perfect fantasy but not today, he has the boy to himself for a whole year. He doesn't have to worry about anything.