Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2017 00:20:25 -0800 From: William RS <wrsjrm@gmail.com> Subject: PENIS PUNISHMENTS-3 PENIS PUNISHMENTS-3 THE EROTIC IMAGINATIONS OF TWO YOUNG BOYS Business before pleasure: The standard disclaimers apply. Before you go ahead and get a raging boner reading my writing below, please consider being a good guy and donating to Nifty so writers like me can continue to explain our sexual experiences. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Like all my installments, I will offer some musings and background at the end of this installment. So in the last installment, where did we leave off? John took over and masturbated me (or as we called it in the day, "beat me off") in a slow and torturous manner and I had one of the greatest orgasms since the few months of being able to experience the pleasures of being a man. The "code name" for our form of mutual masturbation was the SPT; the "Slow Penis Torture." The now 14-year-old John had been planning that payback for me which had been in the back of our minds for about a year and a half now. The opportunity came when his parents and younger brothers went out for a movie on a Saturday afternoon. John was too grown up now for kid movies. He had something else on his mind. He would be home alone for the afternoon. And, of course, I'm asked to come over to keep him company. Read on, if you dare.... ******** Sexy Boner Songs I'm in the car with my dad going somewhere, but that's not important. He listens to a popular, somewhat adult contemporary music radio station, and a song played that I never heard before. Oh my gosh! What was that song? It had a strong beat and the lead woman singer was moaning, at times, and when she sings the song, her voice is sultry and suggestive. The moans she utters are unmistakable because they are not much different than the moans John and I make when we are close to climaxing during the times we masturbate each other. This is a VERY sexy song! My dad kind of looks at me with a smirk, and it is apparent he probably knows the significance of this song and is wondering if it is turning me on, also. Anyway, the song had a strong beat that reminded me of the pace that John liked to stroke me to and hearing this song reminded me about how much I couldn't wait to have him alone with me for some more sexy fun together. I'm frantic because I didn't want to have my dad see evidence of my erection. Fortunately, since I was seated, it was easily hidden. My only problem was I hoped I could lose it before I had to get out of the car. Three minutes of pure erotic music! I failed to note what the DJ said when he recapped the songs he had just played before he went to a commercial break. Not a word was spoken between me and my dad but I wouldn't surprise me if mom was going to be in for some fun that evening with dad. What was the title of that song? I had to know! I had a radio in my room and made sure it was tuned to the same radio station with the hopes the song was played again. It didn't take but a day or two when I was rewarded. It quickly gave me an erection and then the song was over. I made sure I noted what the DJ said. The song was "Wild Thing" by a group named Fancy. I had heard the original version of "Wild Thing," by the Troggs, but this version, with the sexual moans of the lead singer made this song a strong erotic trigger which made me downright horny. John and I saved our most interesting sexy play for our bedrooms since the noises we would make would have been noticed by other neighborhood kids of all ages that could have passed by the tree fort at delicate moments. Problem was, we needed privacy from parents and siblings. We had to time our erotic play for when they were pretty much out of the house and we knew we would have the privacy to do things right and not get caught. So, one of those times came where we had some time to chat and have a nice mutual masturbation with each other in my bedroom. We got naked from the waist down and were quickly sporting boners. We took turns with lathering up a hand and proceeded to stroke each other. I'm on my back on my bed. John was on his side with his legs spread, lying next to me with his feet at my bed's headboard. We lay there similar to a 69 arrangement. This allowed us easy views and access to each other's sexy cocks. The goal was always to cum at the same time. "You wanna know what really gets me boned up?" I casually asked John. "Wills, your boner is always up and hard! How can it get harder?" John snorts. "This is a little embarrassing, but there is a song I heard on the radio that gives me an instant boner when I hear it," I volunteer. "Oh, very interesting! What song would that be?" John quizzes me as he squeezed and stroked deliberately on my drooling erection. He sensed my reluctance to reveal an unknown erotic trigger of mine. "Come on tell your best friend what your sexy boner song is," he gleefully said as he teased my pleading cock. "Maybe I shouldn't," I defiantly responded. "Oh Wills, you really want me to torture this out of you, don't you? Put your hands behind your head!" John ordered. He quickly had me close to climax and he knew it. So he stopped stroking. "Keep your hands where they are! I'm not going to let you cum unless you tell me the song," as he slapped my arms when I made a move to stroke myself. "Please, I need to cum!" "Tell me the song!" "Okay, okay," I stammered reluctantly. "It's Wild Thing" John hesitated, then admitted he had heard the song, too, but hadn't really paid much attention to it. He starts stroking my erection to the beat of the song and comes up with his own lyrics to Wild Thing: "Wills' thing, I make his penis sing. Wills makes everything sexy, Wills' thing..." "Da-dah, Da-dah" "Wills' penis, I think I love you. But I wanna know for sure. Come on, let's see it shoot. I love cum!" "Wills thing... My first shot of pent up cum flew over my head and onto the headboard in my excitement. As usual, John lovingly eased me down from my climax. I then rubbed a teasing cum out him, in return. "Do you have a 'sexy boner song'," I asked John after we were both sated. He admitted he did. It was Donovan's "Sunshine Superman" version done by musician Gabor Szabo. He explained it had a good beat to which he masturbated to and, during a three distinct parts of the song, he would double his stroking speed which edged him ever closer to climax before returning to his slower stroke. Hmm. I had to check that one out and use it when I did him, next time. The Payback John had been planning that payback for me which had been in the back of our minds for about a year and a half now. The opportunity came when his parents and younger brothers went out for a movie on a Saturday afternoon. John was too grown up now for kid movies. He had something else on his mind. He would be home alone for the afternoon. And, of course, I'm asked to come over to keep him company. And then we would be very alone with each other. "Come in, Wills!" John said to me as I arrived at his door. "Give me your hands," which I did and he promptly tied them and led me to his room by the rope he had placed around my wrists. I knew, or should I say my penis knew, that this would be more than just two boys sharing nice hand jobs with each other. I had that excitement in my gut, emanating from my now tightening balls and throbbing cock that this was probably going to be an ultimate "slow penis torture." "The prisoner will now enter my special penis torture chamber," he demanded when we reached the door of his bedroom. Once inside, I was told to stand there. His bedside lamp is on but the curtains are drawn, making the room fairly dark with it also being a cloudy day, outside. John lights a candle that he had probably taken from the family Christmas box. He then produces a backpack. "Inside this backpack are the instruments of the prisoner's coming penis torture," John devilishly teases. He removes and places the instruments in front of me, on his nightstand, one at a time, where I can contemplate what may befall my all too willing penis and balls. A kitchen timer Baby oil lotion Rope Bag of ice cubes Rubber hand and tennis balls Tweezers Electric shaver Cassette tape player He unties my hands. My heart is pounding just wondering what John will do with these items! "The prisoner will now strip. The longer it takes you to strip, the longer your torture will last," he said sadistically. It takes little time for me to get naked. "Stand at attention and spread your legs! Ooh, the prisoner already has a nice boner! It really wants to be tortured, doesn't it? It's even drooling. What nice tight balls the prisoner has!" My captor started to fondle my precious manhood. He took his fingers and wiped pre-cum off the tip of my eager erection. Then he brought those fingers to my lips. "Lick my fingers, prisoner. Taste your own boner juice." I licked his fingers and tasted the familiar salty taste of my own pre-cum. John then produced and affixed a blindfold to my head and I was plunged into darkness. All I had left were what I could hear, smell, taste and feel. And my excited imagination was running wild with anticipation. "You will now be prepared for your penis for torture, prisoner." He led me to his bed and I was tied in the familiar spread-eagle "X." I felt a rope being placed around both my penis and ball sack. Gently and snug, but not too tight. John broke character and asked if I was in any discomfort. "Feels good, get on with it," I answered. "Good, then let the prisoner's torture begin." I hear the kitchen timer being set and it is ticking away. "The prisoner will endure tortures that will last five minutes. When you hear the ring of the timer, we will stop and set up for your next torture." John then goes to work on me and my captive genitals. What am I feeling? Something soft but firm was touching the tip of my penis. Only the tip. Soon it was circling the ridge of my glans, slowly going around. First one direction and then the other. It feels rough. I am guessing it is the tennis ball. My captor is performing a very effective "tip torture." Round and round. Circling the piss slit. Rubbing the sensitive area on the shaft under the slit. My cock jumps around but the torturer is relentless. My tip feels as if it is on fire. The sensations are getting to me and I want it to stop but I also want to prove to John that my penis can take any torture he can dish out. Ding. Torture over. "Very good. The prisoners cock looks like it is really enjoying this." Timer is set again. What am I feeling? Is that a drip of something on my ball sack? Is it cold or is it hot? I couldn't tell with the first drop. Then another drop hits my ball sack. Definitely cold! Oh my gosh, my tip! John is moving an ice cube around my tip. The ice cube is moving down my shaft. Now my captive ball sack skin is being rubbed with the ice cube. All around gently; every nook and cranny of my ball sack. My balls start to ache with the cold they are being subjected to through their all too thin scrotal skin. Another ice cube was then pushed up inside my butt crack where it would sit for several excruciating minutes before melting inside my bowel. Ding. Another torture over. What's going on now? I hear what sounds like my dad's electric shaver. Oh my gosh, is John going to shave my pubes? I felt the shaver now touching my nicely developed bush of pubic hair. "Oh please don't do this, John! What are the other boys going to say when the see me in the showers with no pubes after gym class?" "Silence prisoner!" he retorted. Then he whispered in my ear that I needed to trust him. All will be OK. The shaver buzzed as it moved over and across my pelvic skin efficiently removing my first signs of manhood. "All done. The prisoner doesn't need his pubes because he is no longer a man. He looks like a 10-year old boy again with a big penis! Now we will take care of that hair growing on his balls." What's this? I felt a hair being yanked off the left side of my ball sack. John was tweezing my prized nut hair! Then the right side. Alternating back and forth. For five minutes. He was methodically removing my short hairs! Oh, please stop! Ding. Torture over. Many things are going through my mind but my cock was rock hard with anticipation of what was next. Something dribbled onto my cock. It was warm and wet and I think it was the baby oil lotion. Then I felt something touching the wet stuff and it was definitely slick as it moved toward my tip. Another tip torture! This time it felt like the small rubber hand ball. The slick ball teased my tip, my shaft, my ball sack, everywhere. Oh, how can I stand much more of this? Ding. Silence. Then the unmistakable sound of my captor unbuckling his belt. I hear pants being removed, then underwear. I smell John's erotic genital scent as he now straddles my chest. Drip. I felt a drip on my lips. I licked it off and it is John's boy juice. Then something touched my lips. "Stick out your tongue, prisoner." Oh my gosh, I'm going to be licking John's boner! "Lick it clean." He presented his large acorn tip to my lips, drooling with pre-cum, and I started licking it like a lollypop. He tasted pretty much like me. I could smell his boy scent. For five minutes, I lovingly cleaned my best friend's cock head with my very willing tongue. Ding. "Now it's time to put the prisoner's penis out of its misery." I hear a click of a button being pushed. It's the cassette player. Then it starts. John had been able to record, albeit crudely, his sexy boner song, "Sunshine Superman." John had his lubed hand ready. He stroked slowly through the first verse of the song. When the song came to the phrase "'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine," John quickly hastened his stroking pace and milked away at my cock and its building climax. Then he returned to his slow teasing and light stroke of my pleading shaft for the next verse. The second verse was now concluding and he quickened the pace again with the phrase "When you've made your mind up forever to be mine." "John, I've made my mind up to be forever yours." I whispered to myself. Maybe he heard. The song ends with a repeat of the quick stroking phrase and John again edges me closer and then backs off as the song fades. What could be next? Then the next song begins. "Wild thing, you make my heart sing...." The same song with the moaning lead singer! Oh my god, he's going to put me over the top with this song! John is stroking my cock, following every tempo change the song brings. The early tempo of the song produces firm, deliberate strokes from John's hand. Then the song asks "Wild thing, I think I love you but I want to know for sure? Come on hold me tight, I love you." And I am certainly loving the way John's hand slows down during this part of the song as he gently milks my cock with an upward stroke. The song then moves on to an instrumental portion which produces more quick and deliberate stroking. "Is the prisoner's penis ready for its reward?" Was there any doubt what my answer was going to be? "Oh my god, yes." As the song moved into its final verse, John stroked me to climax. "God Wills, your cum is flying everywhere!" I pumped about ten shots, with the final three oozing out as dribbles. John gently removed my blindfold. To my astonishment, all my beautiful pubic hair was still there! He had left the cover guard on the shaver! He never squeezed the tweezers tight enough to pull out any hair on my ball sack! I only imagined I was losing the outward indications of my manhood! John had used my imagination superbly! John then willingly licked up the cum that had dribbled onto my pubes. He untied me and massaged the soreness out of my aching arm and leg muscles. We embraced and I never wanted to let him go! He rewound the cassette tape and I did him in the same way he did me. He also shot a great amount in terms of distance and volume. An extended hour or more of sex play will certainly do that for a guy, I figure. Now that we were licking each other's pre-cum and penis tips, guess what was bound to happen next! ******** Comments and constructive suggestions are always welcome: wrsjrm@gmail.com Some back ground and musings on what you just read. Readers, did any of you, as boys, find certain things you saw and/or heard from any media source to be a sexual turn on? Did these things "scream" for you to be "sexy" with yourself and/or others? I suspect many of us are "wired" this way and these sexual "triggers" were a powerful part of growing up and feed our adult fantasies, to this day. Please write and let me know what unique things turned you on. I'm not talking about the usual vanilla stuff but experiences like you read about in my PENIS PUNISHMENTS writings. I'm looking for the guy that reads this and says, yeah, that was me, too! The two songs in this writing were "sexy boner songs" (SBSs) that, when played on the radio, instantly reminded us we had penises that would become easily aroused and sometimes at embarrassing and inopportune times where one would find it hard to hide a boner. So did the payback really happen? My 14-year-old mind would have liked it to have gone down exactly as written. In truth, it was not quite that elaborate. All the "punishments" (which morphed into "tortures") portrayed in my writings took place at various times of my youth; mostly with John. And yes, he did pay me back with a long, drawn out masturbation that included a few of the elements of the story above, most specifically the SBSs. We were two teens that loved what we did with each other. I only wish we had the sophistication of adult men that would have made the experiences even more erotic. If you wish to experience the exact SBSs that made us both hard with teen boners which we ended up stroking to, Google "Wild Thing" with the word "Fancy" and/or "Sunshine Superman" with either "Donovan" or "Gabor Szabo." All versions should be available for listening on You-Tube or I-Tunes. Let me know if you want to read more! Will S.