Addicted To Samantha

Chapter One-2

Just so I couldn’t chicken out and release myself when things got a little tough, I dropped the keys and the wrench out of my upstairs window behind the shrubs below. Now there was no possible escape until morning. If it hurt too much, it was too bad. As they say, I was f****d. There was no way out of my self-imposed situation.

My nuts were overly stretched back between my legs in such a painful position that I had a hard time sleeping through the night. I woke up several times and tried to ease the strain on my genitals, but I couldn’t. My little cable rig worked as I had planned.

Even though my balls really hurt, my need for pain and bondage was still rampant as I got ready for school in the morning. I decided to leave my testicles tethered for the remainder of the day, even though they would be severely stained for several more hours from my wonderful self-torment.

Before catching the big yellow bus, I got the only keys to the lock from behind the bushes and slipped them into the glove box of my father’s car. That way there was no way out of my ball torture until later that night when my dad got home from work. I had sealed my fate with no possible escape.

As I sat down on the hard bus seat, I instantly knew I was in trouble. I had gone too far. Walking was painfully difficult, but having to constantly sit directly on my tender nuggets for the entire school day was going to be virtually impossible. They were stretched back nearly to my asshole and would be crushed between my ass and the solid plastic school seats for fifty extremely long minutes at a time. But, I had no choice but to endure. I made my bed and now I had to sleep in it in spite of the pure agony I had created.

The day lingered on horrendously slow as my terrible torment continued. I found that by slouching down deep into the chairs, I could ease a little of the strain. Every time I saw that sexy little tease, I was reminded of what she did to me in my dreams and I started to get hard. It just made matters worse. With my nuts pulled back so far my c**k had to follow. It’s hard to get a woody when your pecker is pointing almost straight down. One thing just led to another.

I constantly checked the clock hoping for school to get over, but getting home wouldn’t end my ordeal. It would be several more hours before I could get the key.

No matter how badly my balls hurt there was no possible escape. I had to endure the cable that dug deeply into my nut sack and cut cruelly against my asshole. My balls burned and ached from being pulled so far from their normal position. The slightest movement throughout the entire day had rubbed, squeezed, crushed or twisted my poor little jewels. I soon learned that it was so easy to bite off more than you really want to chew.

It was after eight o’clock when my father finally got home. I snuck out into the driveway and got the precious items from his old Chevy. They were worth more to me than a handful of gold and gems. At that moment they were the most desired things in my life. I nearly ripped my clothes off to get to the lock and release the evil snare.

As I tore at my jeans and yanked down my underwear I was reminded of the couples on television as they run into the house and rip off their clothes in a lustful rage. They are instantly consumed with an animal instinct to get naked and f**k one another whether it’s in the living room or on the kitchen table. My rage was for another purpose. I had to end the terrible torture of my testicles.

For well over sixteen hours it had been like having a giant steel trap snapped shut upon my balls. I had felt like the fox that was tempted to chew off his own leg to escape. Finally the key turned; the lock snapped open. I pried away the cables that were deeply imbedded in the flesh around my waist and pealed them out of the crack in my ass.

There was instant relief as I pulled my balls back to the front. They were swollen, dark purple and rubbed raw. I carefully messaged them back to life. In spite of the pain, it still felt so good. My c**k quickly responded and rose immediately to attention.

I started to jerk off and exploded within mere seconds. My c*m shot up across my belly and even splattered upon my face. My heart pounded and an overwhelming feeling consumed me. I squeezed hard and continued to rub my c**k even faster as my balls emptied their load. The heated friction caused the tender skin of my pecker to become irritated. It hurt but I didn’t want to stop. I loved that feeling of tenderness later on. After cleaning up the mess a multitude of dreams filled my sleep.

A few days passed but my inner masochistic rage was far from being satisfied. I decide that I’d dress differently for school that day. Some secret humiliation was to be my choice.

During the past summer, I had acquired a couple pairs of girls’ panties and a bra during an initiation of sorts. I had tried them on and even worn them a couple of times, but never out in public let alone to school. This however was the day. I would wear the lacy white bra and very sexy panties from morning to night, through every class among my friends. By carefully selecting a tee shirt and loose-fitting sweatshirt, I figured that I could get away with it.

I pulled the elastic fabric of the bra around my chest and hooked it in the tightest hooks. Being quite unfamiliar with such garments I fumbled through it, connecting the hooks and eyes in the front and twisted it around my body. The straps were easily pulled up on my shoulders. With my tee shirt on, I looked in the mirror. The white bra was clearly visible through the thin white cotton fabric. Once I slipped into the sweatshirt the bra was invisible.

All through the day I was overly conscious of anyone finding out. I knew that if anyone noticed my girl’s underwear, I would be the laughing stock of the entire school for the rest of my life. That risk of exposure was a thrill to me.

The bra squeezed snuggly around my chest, constantly reminding me of my feminine attire. There was even a dpl, as we called them back then, a distinct panty line, visible across my lower butt from the pink satin and lace bikinis, but I remained undiscovered. Even though I could make out the panty line on every girl’s tight little ass, no one ever noticed mine. I actually think I was a little disappointed. Secretly I wished that some of the girls had suspected what I was wearing and whispered to one another about it, but none of them did. In reality it was far better that way. Being caught was best left as a fantasy.

By the time I got home I was overly horny. My panties had a large wet spot in the front where my little pecker had leaked all day. While only wearing the lacy white bra, I lay on my bed for some time, rubbing my c**k and balls while day-dreaming about my day’s adventure. Finally I got up, pulled those nylon panties over my head and went into my closet. A ball rope was soon tied to a clothes hook high up on the wall. I had to stand on tip-toes to easy the strain on my testicles. After closing the door, I retrieved another length of rope from the shelf overhead. I pulled the slip loops tightly around each wrist and tied as many knots as possible, binding my hands behind my back.

I stood there for nearly a half hour with my hormones racing and my young c**k pounding. I closed my eyes and pretended that I was in the school hallway, tied like this, and wearing nothing but the bra and panties so everyone could see. All the guys would go by and snapped the bra’s elastic against my back, while others called me names and took pictures of me dressed like this and sporting a tremendous hard-on.

Finally with an up and down f*****g motion, I started to rub my pecker against the wall. I’d pull hard on my balls during the downward motion and scrubbed my d**k against the wall as I rose back up. Harder and harder I ripped at my balls. My c**k was cruelly ground over and over again into the wall to satisfy my lust. Fasted and faster I screwed the inanimate wall. I hurt, but I couldn’t stop. I just did it harder.

It took several minutes for my strange m**********n technique to bring me closer to the ultimate pleasure I so strongly desired. I could feel the churning deep down in my tethered testicles. I began to fantasize that Sandy was humiliating and dragging me down the crowded hallway in front of all her friends again. Closer and closer my moment approached. I f****d the textured wall harder and faster until I finally exploded. Gobs of hot, young c*m shot from my c**k and slowly dribbled down the plastered wall in front of me. I was spent, but just hung there enjoying the moment until my s****l high subsided.

It took me a few minutes to untangle the rope and untie the multitude of knots that held my hands behind me. I had to stay high on my toes to ease the strain on my balls. After my climax there was no longer the s****l energy to continue the pain I had created. I no longer was excited by my unusual thoughts and desires. Finally my hands were released. I could unhook the noose that held my nuts too high up the wall.

I returned to my bed and tenderly rubbed the bruised skin of my stretched out scrotum. As I gently handled my p***s, I realized that I had rubbed the under-skin of my young member raw by dry-f*****g myself against the wall. As I touched those spots, they hurt. A trickle of blood stained my fingers. I had created more than a little discomfort for myself as I fantasized about my adventures, but I absolutely loved it. I continued to stroke my c**k and squeeze my balls between my fingers, enjoying the combination of both the pain and the pleasure. I knew that the events of the last few days were only the beginning. It was what I wanted for the rest of my life.

Suddenly some noise on the other side of the fence brought me back to the reality of the day. Through a tiny, thin sliver of space between the boards I could make out a bit of movement. My view was very limited because the minute peep hole, but I watched and listened to the neighbors who were unaware of my presence.

As they killed some time for me I realized how hot it was as the sun baked my flesh from overhead. I could feel a sun burn forming on my back and shoulders as my neighbors discussed buying a new car and sipped cold Coronas on their patio. God, I was so thirsty as I watched them push another sliver of lime into the long neck bottles, but there was no way for me to join them. I would just have to stay here and wait for Samantha to return.

An hour passed and finally all was quiet next door. My back ached. The muscles in my thighs and calves burned as I was straining to hold my uncomfortable position. It didn’t matter. I could not move. The wall had become my new found best friend. Only the wonderful scent of her satin panties made it slightly tolerable.