I followed Annabeth up the stairs to her bedroom, watching her small
heart-shaped ass sway from left to right in their cut-off jeans. It made my
mouth drool. How I longed to remove the cage and slide my cockmeat between those
juicy cheeks.
"Taaahhh-daaahhh! You like?"
"What is it," I asked as I looked at the weird contraption Annabeth had set up
at the foot of her bed. "It's called a Cock and Ball Pillory. It's for errant wieners and bad balls."
Her final remark put Annabeth in stitches. She had to use both hands to cover
her mouth this time.
"Instead of spending your nights in the bathroom, you'll get to spend them here
with me."
I must have turned several shades paler, but eating Annabeth's garbage seemed
like a walk in the park compared to this. I was told to strip and plug myself.
Although I did it gingerly, the sharp teeth once again bit into the skin around
my anus, causing me sharp pain until I got used to it. Then it merely dissipated
into a dull pain. Annabeth proceed to handcuff my wrists behind my back and had
me back into the pillory. She made me get up on tiptoes, then shackled my ankles
to the base and locked my testicles to the ball crusher part at the top. As bad
as it looks, it felt a thousand times worse. The strain immediately shot up my
calves and I knew it would be a long night. At least, I had hoped it would be
long. What if it's a short night? What if I didn't last? What if my legs gave
out? Worse yet, what if my balls gave out? I could already feel the perspiration
start to form at the back of my neck.
Annabeth had positioned the pillory so it was facing her bed, but she said most
days she would likely decide to make me face away to offer her more privacy.
However, she thought the first night was special.
"Where are Shelby's socks?" Annabeth asked while she was brushing her teeth.
"Next to my bag in the guest room," I answered with labored breaths, still
unsure of how to conduct myself while I was in this devilish contraption.
After she washed her face and put on her nightshirt, which was actually just an
oversized strawberry-colored T shirt, she retrieved Shelby's socks.
"You should've won that bet, honeybear. Watch this."
Amazingly, Annabeth managed to pack all four socks into my mouth. But she knew
the proper technique.
"You look like a fucking beaver. Speaking of beaver......"
To my shock and surprise, Annabeth turned around reached for the remote control
laying a pillow. her nightshirt hiked up above her narrow hips as she bent at
her waist. I got a flash of her shaved beaver as well as her creamy white ass. I
moaned into the sock gag, partly out of desire, partly out of pain. My cock
desperately wanted to expand, but couldn't due to the cage. I instinctively
wanted to thrust my hips toward Annabeth, but any slight movement would wrench
my balls from my body. The pickle I was in was as sour as they get.
Annabeth turned on the TV and watched the late night shows as I stewed and
strained. Occasionally, she would look over at me and smile. I was on my
tiptoes, unnaturally hunched over, balls clamped behind me, wrists cuffed behind
me, asshole impaled by a plug with fangs, and two pairs of socks crammed into my
cheeks. At about two in the morning, she fell asleep and approximately a half
hour later, the TV timer shut itself off. I just stood there staring at my
tormentor, my beautiful tormentor. One of her legs was draped over the blanket,
about three feet from my perspiring face. I stared into the smooth sole of her
bare foot. I wanted to lick it, up and down, and in between the toes, sucking on
each one like little gumdrops. But instead I had to satisfy myself with Shelby's
stale foot sweat.
At four o'clock, I could take it no more. My knees weakened and started to
buckle. I was going down for the count. I screamed into my gag and woke up
Annabeth. She shot up and ran to me, pulling the damp gag from my mouth.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Goddess, I'm going to fall backward onto my heels. My balls
might go with me. I'm... I'm sorry."
She held her hand up to her chest and caught her breath.
"You scared the shit out of me," she said as she unclamped my balls and
unshackled my ankles.
"Thhhhank you... Thank you, Goddess."
"We're gonna have to work on a solution. Starting tonight. Get into the closet."
Annabeth uncuffed one wrist, looped the free end over a rod in the walk-in
closet, then recuffed them. At least I was flatfooted. She left me there a
couple of minutes, then returned with another strange contraption.
"This is called a parachute ball-stretcher. This part wraps around your nuts and
this part pulls down on it with weight. For the next month or so, we'll work on
getting your sack to the point where you can stand in the pillory while flat on
your feet. I'll start with five lbs. and add another lb. every day. Hopefully,
by the end of the month, we can continue with your punishment. If not, I'll have
to use more extreme measures. Good night, little man. I need to take an Ambien
now. Thanks a lot," she added sarcastically.
Annabeth shut the light and closed the door. She wouldn't return for another
five hours. The next morning, I lost a pint of blood and Annabeth got her
screwdriver. She stretched my wallet to the breaking point. Would she soon be
doing the same to my balls?
It only took a couple of weeks and twenty lbs., but my balls had been stretched
to the point where Annabeth thought we could fit me into the pillory while
standing flatfooted. She was right.
"I'm always right," she said as if reading my mind. "Now we can successfully
continue with your punishment. However there's still the matter of waking me up
in the middle of the night. That's an extra dose of punishment Don't worry, it
won't last very long. A few minutes or so."
Annabeth rubbed my back as if trying to comfort me. The pillory was facing away
from the bed this time, toward the far corner of her bedroom. She left and
returned a few minutes later with two items: a pencil and a portable boom box.
Sitting down behind me on the bed, she explained the new punishment.
"I use the pencil to play the drums on your balls for the duration of the song.
That's it. But if you make a peep, I start from the beginning, after the song
finishes. That means three peeps during the first song costs you three more
plays. This could be either short and sweet or long and bitter. It's entirely up
to you."
With Annabeth sitting on the bed behind me and the boom box at her side, she
pressed the play button. The song was Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl. I grunted
on the first verse. That meant the song would be repeated again after it
finished. Luckily, I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the song and its encore
as Annabeth happily tapped my balls to the beat. I never knew a pencil could
create such agony. When the encore finished, my balls felt like they were on
fire. They apparently looked that way, too.
"Wowie-kazowie, your nuts are redder than a baboon's ass."
Annabeth lifted her bare foot up to my tender balls and rubbed her soft sole
against it.
"God, they're burning hot! How do they feel?"
"Goddess, they ache horribly, but your foot feels so cool and nice. Thank you."
"You're welcome, honeybear. I'm just glad that we can finally spend our nights
together. I was getting so lonely the last two weeks with you in the closet."
I was too, I confessed. Standing hunched-over all night wasn't my idea of
paradise, but at least I didn't have to worry about castration. With my balls
stretched as they were, the only way they could be pulled while standing in the
pillory was if I tried to stand upright.
"But I hope you won't be too upset with me. I made a slight boo-boo."
"What's that?" I asked politely.
"The pillory was adjustable. I could've lowered it without stretching your
balls. I'm sorry, baby."
I was dumbfounded. How could such a young girl like her fool a man like me so
many times?
"But now I'm kind of sorry I invited Shelby over for a sleepover this weekend. I
hope you don't mind. I'll make sure she brings over some more beer. I know how
you like it. I bet you could drink us both under the table."
Annabeth again broke herself up. But this time she didn't cover her mouth, she
just lay back on the bed and rolled from side to side, laughter flowing from
every pore. She wore a pair of low-rider jeans with a tight belly shirt with no
bra and was barefoot. Her nipples were engorged and her untamed hair was all
over the place. I was so hungry for Annabeth at that moment, I wanted to rip my
balls from the pillory and fuck her right there on the bed. I wanted to fuck her
mouth, I wanted to fuck her tits, I wanted to fuck her ass, and I wanted to fuck
the holiest of holies, her shaved pussy. I wanted to come on her face, in her
hair, and in her ass. I wanted to...... Wow, has it really been that long? When
was the last time I had come? Oh god, the last time was the day after I first
met Annabeth. That was two months ago. But that was when I still owned my own
cock. Would she ever let me have the pleasure of release? Or was I doomed to a
hellish desire that never ended?