Electrocuting my balls

The experimenting with the electricity continued while I was alone at home. When we moved out of our apartment, the experimenting moved too, from my rear, to my balls.

I remember reading a short story on the Web about a fraternity who tortured their pledges with extreme spanking, gay rapes, forced masturbation, forced fellatio, and electrical wires attached to the pledges’ testicles and electrodes forced down the pee holes and up the butt holes.

It was an unbelievable short story, ran about thirty or so pages. I remember reading it and getting about five pages into it and having an erection so hard and so big that with minimal manual help, I could cum so easily, it was scary.

I think after reading that story was the first time that I really thought I could shock my balls. And the excitement was almost overwhelming.

I remember the first time was downstairs in the basement of my old house. I made sure no one would be there for several hours, then went downstairs to prepare.

I used a piece of duct tape to attach the one electrode to my left testicle, then carefully poked my right testicle with the other electrode and wow! It hurt like nothing I’d ever felt before, but by bringing the power down with a dimmer switch, it got tolerable, tolerable enough to bear.

I took the power down, way down, then attached the other electrode to my right testicle with another piece of duct tape. It hurt, but I was able to manage the pain.

Slowly, over the next several minutes, I was able to push the power up until I was practically screaming with pain. I tried to keep my voice down, but it hurt so much I could barely concentrate on my voice. And then I pushed the power up a little more and then I really was screaming. The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t believe I was able to handle it. It was like a glass-studded glove was squeezing my balls. And then I started to masturbate and each time I moved my hand down my erection, the pain got to be too much, so I started jerking off faster to end it and when I was finally ready, I exploded with such a fury, the cum shot me square in the face with a huge blob of cum that immediately started to dribble down my face while I was furiously trying to turn the power off to the electrodes still shocking my balls.

And I continued doing that to myself every chance I got, cleaning up after myself by hiding the power equipment and transformer in my filing cabinet each time.

In fact, because I was doing it so often, it got to the point where I just left the power equipment out under my desk downstairs, so all I had to do was take down my shorts, plug the power in and attach the wires.

Those wires evolved into alligator clips which then evolved into not one clip for each testicle, but two.

It then grew into finding a digital timer and setting it to go on at a certain time.

In the past few years, the digital timer has been very nice. I’ve taken to turning on the power to the digital timer, attaching the clips to my balls, adjusting the power to a point where I just couldn’t take it anymore, then turning the power off. I would then set it up to go on about six minutes later.

In the meantime, I’d tie my ankles to the bottom of my bed and tie one of my wrists to the top, spread eagle.

I’d then tie up the other wrist and wait for the power to go on.

And it does, I am powerless to do anything about it until I can get the one wrist untied; that usually takes about two or three minutes, but all the while, my balls are being electrocuted and I am screaming my head off in agony.

I remember one time I went to see him at his house. I got there around noon and by 12:30, I took off my clothes and spent the next half an hour sitting around with a boner that wouldn’t quit, waiting for him to also get naked.

For whatever reason, that never happened.

He dragged me downstairs and I hung for about ten minutes before he got bored and pulled down his pants and asked me to blow him. He got bored of that too and went around the back and tried to get in my hole like before. It was crazy. I must have hung that time for more than twenty minutes.

Another time, we went into the garage and he pulled over the ladder. He’d had it all set up already, so all I had to do was climb the ladder, attach the belt around my waist to the chain hanging from the ceiling and he’d pull the ladder out.

But he told me to go to the top of the ladder and tip toe to hang at the highest point I could.

I did.

And a few minutes later I was hanging about 15 feet from the floor of the ceiling and was ready to pop a few minutes later.

Hanging for him

So I told my best friend this whole story and as quick as you can blink, we were going downstairs to his basement so I could hang for him. And hang I did.

I remember the first time I did it for him, I was so scared of what he’d say or do. I hooked myself to the one of the joists in the basement and told him to pull the chair away and hung there for him for a few minutes. He started to pull my jeans and underwear off and I took off my shirt. He moved to the front of me and I gave him a blowjob while hanging. Then as he was almost ready to climax, he stepped to the back of me and I heard the chair move, and I watched upside down as he stood on it, then felt his erection at my hole, felt his penis get slippery with his saliva, then as I’m hanging there, he tried to push into my hole. He quickly withdrew and a minute later, I was cumming on his floor, and asking for the chair.

It went on that way for a while that summer. I wanted to hang for him every time we were together.

It seemed that every time we were together, something unusual happened.

One time we were playing cards at his house with friends. It got to be pretty late, 10:00pm, and everyone broke up to get ready for bed.

He and I went to his bedroom and just as I'd hoped, he locked the door.

It took only a few minutes before he was taking my clothes off and I was taking his clothes off. In no time, we were both in each other’s groin, performing blowjobs on each other in a near perfect 69.

He moved and got up and returned a moment later, sitting behind me, pulling my hands back, and binding them up with one of his business ties. Tight. I couldn’t get the knot out if I was looking at it, it was so tight.

We laid back down, face to face, and he climbed on top of me. He put his erection in my mouth and then went to work on mine.

Me being tied up must have gotten him going, because I got to him before he could get me. He was pumping inside my mouth wrapped tightly around his penis, and in a few minutes, he was thrusting with huge cum shots into my throat. I quickly swallowed in huge gulps.

He stopped blowing me, but before I could be disappointed, he untied my wrists, then forced my legs over my head until my knees were practically next to my ears. My hole was pointed almost straight up. And then I realized my erection was in my face. This was way back when I was real skinny and pretty loose and could stretch out like this.

He moved next to me and reached in to grab hold of my penis and began to pump it again. With each movement up and down, it seemed like the head of my penis was getting closer and closer. Indeed, he was pushing my rear down to push my penis to make contact with my mouth, but it got to about two inches and no further. But then it seemed like my penis was getting longer and with each stroke, I was getting closer. He kept stroking it for about three more minutes until I felt it cumming. He must have sensed it because he told me to open my mouth. I did and a moment later, ejaculated four huge loads of semen into my own mouth, onto my own tongue. And drips of it covered my lips, my cheeks, my nose. I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t believe what I’d done.

I sat up and wiped my face with my shirt, then put on my shirt.

Suddenly, the door knob to the bedroom clicked. Someone was trying to get in. He called in for us to wake up, that I needed to move my car.

We quickly dressed, but in our haste, I put on his jeans and didn’t realize it until I was already in the living room. I was sure because it was so dark, no one else realized it either, but it was one of those scary moments.

Hanging for her

Hanging with her watching me became almost a norm for me. We’d go upstairs, I’d wrap the belt around my waist, she’d hook my to the hook hanging from the ceiling, and then take the chair away and wait for me to cum. It only took about seven or eight minutes, but I had to strip naked, cum in her hand, then swallow my own cum to get the chair back.

There were times when she’d hold my own hand out to catch the cum shot, then be forced to lick my own palm clean. There were a few times when she refused to put the chair back.

The first time that happened really freaked me out. I was hanging there for a few minutes and she was pushing my side making me spin around and I was getting close and because she and I had done this so many times, she knew I was close. She grabbed my hand, cupped it, I came in it, then swallowed everything on my palm and waited for the chair.

No chair. Instead, she sat back down and told me I had to cum again before she’d let me down.

When I cum, especially while hanging, I want to get down quickly. The belt starts to dig into my waist and my skin starts to hurt because it has 150 pounds pulling on it.

No chair. And no bargaining with her either.

I struggled and begged her to give it back. I got angry with her and demanded she let me down, but after a few minutes, it became obvious she wasn’t budging.

So I gave in and started to concentrate on cumming again. My right hand drifted down to my crotch and I began to massage my penis into getting hard again all the while watching the minutes tick by on the clock next to my bed. Eleven minutes I’d been up here. Not a lot of time in the big picture, but when you’re hanging there naked, jerking off right after swallowing your own cum shots, it’s a long time.

At thirteen minutes, I was getting close. I closed my eyes and tried to focus and about three minutes later, shot another small load onto her palm, which she made me swallow before I got the chair back.

I cursed her as I was dismounting, but I knew it was an incredible feeling. She controlled my destiny and inside, I knew it turned me on. And thinking back, I knew she knew it turned me on.

I remember she’d found out from her brother that if a boy hangs not from his waist, but upside down from his ankles, he'll cum within three or four minutes. And if properly positioned beneath his own erection, can cum into his own mouth.

Well, that was all it took for her to get me to hang upside down.

She could avoid forcing me to eat my own cum from her hand or my hand and force me to put my mouth underneath the cum shot.

I didn’t object, but it took some practice to position myself in the right place to be sure the cum shot into my mouth, not up my nose or into my eyes or hair.

I’d move my dresser over under the hook, climb up on top of it and attach my ankles, then she’d move the dresser away and down I’d go.

Back then, I had the stomach muscles to curl up under my penis and get within about two inches of giving myself a blowjob. It didn't have to shoot that far and I usually got most of it in my mouth.

She was into watching me eat my own cum and I was into her watching me hang naked, no matter how or what I had to do. I was only 17 or 18 at the time, so what did I know?

I remember her and I going to the movie theater she used to work at and hanging out inside the store. She made me bring my belt and once inside, she found a bar up on the ceiling about 20 feet in the air, moved this huge ladder over underneath it, and made me attach myself to the bar. I did as she wanted and a few minutes later, I was hanging from the ceiling 20 feet off the ground, throwing my clothes down to her. It was crazy! Hanging there naked! Took me all of two minutes to cum, which she caught on her hands and arms and forced me to lick off when I got down. Forced. Now there’s a contradiction. She really wasn’t forcing me to do anything I didn’t want to do, it just seemed that way at the time.

A second chance

I’ve been thinking about my first experience at my friend’s house and have been thinking it may not have been my first experience. It may just be the first experience I remember.

There were dozens of times my first roommate and I would get all wasted and we'd go to sleep, pass out more like it, in the same bed. (His was the only one setup to lay down and watch t.v.) I haven’t sorted out all the memories yet, but I do remember waking up once to go to the bathroom and discovering I was naked in bed with him. Of course, it made me hot, but I knew he couldn’t, that he wouldn’t do anything because he wasn’t like me. Looking back on that event, it makes perfect sense that he had stripped me and gone down on me that night. I woke up naked and figured I’d just stripped myself because I’d spilled something or had an accident or something. I woke up and tried to go to the bathroom and had to wait until my erection settled down. Not a whole lot there, but I’m still figuring it out.

It didn’t take long after that first night for my best friend and I to get together again. About a week later, he called me to see if I could come to Lancaster for the night. I quickly agreed.

Soon enough, we told his parents we were heading downstairs to watch television. It was about eight-thirty in the evening. He closed and locked the door to the basement; I knew what was next.

We lay down on his waterbed and watched about fifteen minutes of some show. I wasn’t really watching and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t either.

I looked over at him and we stared at each other for a few seconds. I took the initiative this time and leaned up to take off my shirt. He just lay there to watch. I then slowly took off my shorts. He watched.

I lay back down on the pillow and waited for him. He gestured to my underwear. I closed my eyes and pulled them down to my knees, then pushed them to my ankles, then kicked them to the floor and opened my eyes. He was staring at my erection. I could see in the blue haze of the television he was totally captured by me. And I was really scared. I was laying here naked. If his parents came down or tried to, I’d be, we’d be caught.

He moved towards me and rested his head on my stomach, taking my penis in his hand and squeezing it gently.

Within minutes, my penis was in his mouth and I was getting close to nirvana. He was biting softly on the head and the pain just further enflamed my erection. I just couldn’t believe this was happening. I closed my eyes and imagined what it was like to have a penis in my mouth and it suddenly occurred to me that I had one right next to me, that if I just took his shorts off, I could do what he was doing.

I tried to move to get to his shorts, but he was getting me real close to cumming and I couldn’t concentrate on getting him naked. A few moments later and my back arched and I exploded with huge cumshots into his mouth until I was completely drained.

I slumped back onto the bed and waited for him to finish gathering himself and withdraw to his side of the bed.

But he didn’t withdraw. He moved back down my body and put my penis back into his mouth and kept blowing me. It quickly got uncomfortable and I got more than a little nervous.

When I cum, all I want to do is get dressed. To be laying here with him still naked, still getting a blowjob was so uncomfortable that I tried to pull away, but he insisted I stay where I was. I lay my head back down on the pillow and closed my eyes.

It took about fifteen minutes, an eternity to be laying there naked, but I soon stiffened again. I’d succeeded in getting him to take his shorts and underwear off and got him to lie down next to me in a 69 position.

My penis grew inside his mouth and his grew inside mine. I’d never given a blowjob and was trying to do what he did to me.

I could feel him getting to the point of cumming and I braced myself. He started to jerk me off and while I felt him preparing, I was also getting close.

A few minutes later, he took in a deep breath and shot his hot sticky cum into my mouth in huge loads which I unfortunately swallowed too quickly to enjoy. A moment later, I shot a few small cum drops onto my stomach which he licked up.

We both put on our underwear and lay on his bed and watched tv for a while. It was still early and we were wide awake, so we watched tv for a while.

It didn’t take long before he was trying to pull my underwear off again. And I rose to attention quickly with his tight grip around my balls.

In minutes, we were both blowing each other again until we both came in each other’s mouths.

It was so crazy, I remember driving home thinking about what the heck I was doing.

He and I hooked up like that a few more times that summer. It was basically the same thing each time.

I remember one night, I tied his hands behind his back with one of his ties for a few minutes. He didn’t seem to have any problem with that and I started to think of telling him more about myself.

I remember typing a story on my old AT computer in the basement of my old house and sending it to him and waiting for his reaction.

The story was about my hanging. It detailed for him how when I was in high school, I met up with a friend, a girl, who liked to have me hang from my waist. I told him about how she and I would walk home from school and go directly to my bedroom. I told him about how she would wrap a belt around my waist, get me to stand on a chair in the middle of the room, and attach that belt to a hook on the ceiling. I told him about how I would step off the chair, how she’d pull the chair away from my reach, and how I’d hang there from the ceiling. I told him how she’d make me pull my shirt off and throw it to her. I told him how she’d make me pull my jeans off and kick them to the floor. I told him how she’d insist I pull off my underwear and hang naked for her. I told him how within a few minutes of hanging there naked that I’d cum with a fury that made the pain of hanging and the embarrassment of hanging naked in front of this girl all worthwhile. Finally I told him how she’d cup her hand underneath my penis as I was cumming to catch it all, then make me swallow my own cum before she’d allow me to get down. I told him the entire thing.

Freshman year

I remember being a freshman in college and rooming with a boy who was so totally hot I had to study in the library because I couldn’t concentrate with him in the room. I remember we’d go to bed and I’d lay there thinking about the day and he’d think I was asleep and he’d start jerking off. It was so completely unbelievable. His breathing would get all hot and heavy and I could hear his hand going back and forth rubbing up against the bedsheets, faster and faster and before I knew it, I was getting all hot and heavy and just as he would cum, I would cum at the same time he was. I just figured he must know we're both shooting at the same time, but I didn't figure he'd act on it.

One night in late January of my freshman year, my roomie was taking care of business, and, of course, it got me going too. He was breathing heavy, I was breathing heavy, and suddenly, he jumped out of bed and pulled the sheet off me, revealing my nakedness.

10th grade geometry

In tenth grade, I was about 15 years old, and geometry class took on a new meaning for me. I sat in front of a new kid, I think his name was Howard. The chairs we sat in had a hole in the back about five inches across, four inches high. The hole was right where your butt crack would be on the back of the chair. I recall sitting up straight in my chair, Howard would scrunch down in his chair behind me and put his knee in the hole of my chair, pushing on my butt. I'm not sure if he knew what he was doing or not, but for obvious reasons, I looked forward to geometry class every day. I'd sit down, leaning forward to my butt would be pushing through the hole in the back of my chair, he'd lean down, and push against me from behind. I remember getting an erection for about forty minutes every day during this class, day dreaming about being with Howard, dreaming about whether Howard knew what he was doing. I also remember doing very badly in geometry, getting my first 'C' in any class ever. I remember my mother hired a tutor to get me rolling in geometry better. Little did she know that all it would have taken was another seat in the class and my focus and concentration might have been a little better.

Watching swimmers

Thinking back further though explains why I made that decision though.

Memories serve me well in putting together a reasonable explanation. I remember as a young teenager, maybe thirteen years old, and being a very poor swimmer. It didn’t matter to me though, I enjoyed the competition. Furthermore, I enjoyed the locker room after the practice because that’s when everyone had to shower and change.

Back then, it wasn’t unusual for all the boys to strip down naked and shower as a group in the large shower. It wasn’t unusual, heck it was what everyone did. They just did it. It wasn’t a thing back then.

And I remember going in to the locker room prior to practice and determining where I should position my locker so that when I got changed, I could see the most number of naked boys. There were sixteen shower heads and in this one spot of the locker room, I could see all sixteen boys strip down out of their swimsuits and shower. They were all my age or older and never noticed I was practically staring at them.

I also remember being friends with a boy who was a little older than me. He had a penis that was triple, maybe quadruple the length of any I’d ever seen in that locker room. It had to have been five or six inches long, just hanging there not being erect. It didn’t take long before I had picked the locker next to his, so I could watch him and more importantly watch his penis dangle and wangle while he got changed.

I can remember it today all these years later.