My name is Garrett. I’m White, 19 years old, slim and I’m told that I’m very good looking. While I have an average size penis, I have very large balls. They also hang rather low. I’ve always considered my balls to be my prize. This is my story about how I lost those prize balls.

My story actually began when I was a young boy. My mother died after a long term illness when I was 10 years old. My father felt that his responsibilities were whelming which included rearing a young boy. He was a professor at a local and prestigious university, and didn’t seem to have much time for me. I felt I was a burden to him. I was often left at home alone, both during the day when I came home from school, and sometimes at night when he attended university functions. I began to feel as if I would be better off in someone else’s care. I craved love and attention.

Puberty struck full force by the time I turned 12. I found pleasure in exploring my body. I began receiving the attentions of adult men from a variety of encounters such as church activities, little league, and car wash fundraisers etc. One can easily spot a vulnerable and needy boy. I always gladly accepted the attention. It felt like electricity was radiating from the source of where they touched me.

When I was 15, I learned that I could receive attention simply by hanging out at in the area of porn shops, public parks and park bathrooms, and certain street corners. I could also make a few bucks on the side. I consider myself to be very intelligent, and I am proud of the fact that no one who knew me, had a clue about my secret life.

By the time I was 18, I had knowledge of sexual sin that would rival that of a 30 year old. I had experienced many sexual situations and I pretty much liked them all. I was beginning to look for more provocative sex. Something that was exciting and that I didn’t necessarily have control of. I had already experienced men exerting some control over me. I always felt the need to please them, as I hungered for their “love”. But somehow this wasn’t enough. I wanted something more exciting and I didn’t really know what.

About this time I met a 23-year-old street hustler named Bret. Bret was tall, slim and good looking. He took me under his wing. I was flattered that when he was around, he was my protector and my mentor. Bret shared many things with me, such as conversation, tips about “Johns”, cigarettes and “420” (marijuana). We were buds, or so I thought. It wasn’t until it was too late, that I found out what a sociopath Bret really is.

Sociopaths are characterized by their good looks, intelligence and their skillful manipulative and conning behaviors. They lack empathy about their victims and are stone cold about using them. They show no remorse for their behaviors. Upon reflection, Bret took enjoyment about my balls being taken from me, and how easy it was to manipulate me into this situation. Me, his ‘lil bud.

Bret had a relationship of sorts with a guy in his 30’s who called himself “Bander”. Perhaps their relationship was based on money, or sex or perhaps they enabled each other, I simply don’t know. Bander was attractive enough, and had the ability to be able to control guys with simply his demeanor and voice. Perhaps Bander was sociopathic himself. Together they made a great team.

Bander was solidly built. It is obvious that he works out a lot. His body did not appear overly muscular, but it was solid and hard. It was exciting to be introduced to him by Bret. What I didn’t know is that Bander was looking for a boy like me, and Bret made sure that he facilitated the hook up.

When I met up with Bret that evening, he excused himself and made a quick call on his cell phone. Shortly afterward, Bander drove up in his SUV and stopped in front of Bret and I. From the moment I was introduced to Bander, I was under his spell. I was scared, yet I couldn’t tear myself away. Bander leaned over from the driver’s side and opened the passenger door. His body was magnificent. “Get in” he said in a commanding voice.

Even though I sensed an element of danger, I was really turned on. My little head was doing all the thinking for my big head. I eagerly got in the passenger side of the car and closed the door and belted up. Bander was smiling as I was trying to control my breathing. The atmosphere was electric. Finally something exciting was going to happen. An adventure that I secretly craved.

We arrived at Bander’s house after a long drive. It seemed as if we were driving in a maze. I was now in an area that I was unfamiliar with. I couldn’t find my way back to where I started if my life depended upon it. I wasn’t even sure what city I was in. It didn’t matter. I knew I was in for a very exciting sexual adventure. And besides, I had never had a major problem with anyone before. So I trusted to chance. After all, Bret knew Bander, so what was there to worry about, right?

Bander opened the garage door with his remote control, and we drove in. The garage door promptly closed behind us. My fate was secured. We both got out of the SUV and Bander opened the door separating the attached garage from the house’s laundry room. We passed through the laundry room into the den. Bander’s den was very large. If I had to guess, I’d say that the den covered the entire back of the house.

On one side of the den was carpeted and contained a TV set, VCR, two love seats, a coffee table and a twin bed. It seemed comfortable and reasonably appointed.

The other side of the room was rather interesting if not unusual. It had a tile floor and contained a short medical exam table/cabinet like in doctor’s offices. There was a vinyl pad on the top, but it was not covered with the usual disposable paper. The exam table was on wheels making it easy to position. I say the exam table was short, because if you laid down on it, the table would only support your upper torso. Your legs and feet would be supported by a pull out shelf and/or stirrups.

There was a curious and innovative shower stall in the corner of the room. The base of the shower had a circular cement base about 8” high to keep the water in. The base extended out from the corner about 5 feet making the shower sort of pie shaped. There was a large drain in the base with no cover plate to keep the soap from falling into the drain. There was a showerhead with its associated controls, and other control valves that were much lower. I assumed the lower valves were connected to the short water hose in the shower area.

Also on that side of the room was a large built in floor to ceiling wooden cabinet. I later found out it contained Bander’s sex tools, magazines, and other items of interest.

I was really getting turned on. My dick was so hard I had to readjust my pants to make it less painful. As Bander passed through the door by the shower leading into his kitchen, he told me to have a seat while he got some refreshments.

Bander came out with two beers in glasses along with some chips and dip on a round serving tray. He lowered the serving tray onto the coffee table and sat next to me on the love seat. He handed me a beer. Bander turned on the television with the TV remote and we watched a non-descript program while we engaged in pleasant conversation and enjoyed our refreshments.

Nearing the end of the first beer, I began to feel more at ease with Bander. As Bander brought me a second beer, I began to feel light headed and noticed that the floor, ceiling and walls were spinning. What was happening to me?

The next thing I remember, I was waking up secured to the medical exam table. I was completely naked. My hands were secured over my head, and my ankles were secured to the stirrups. I began breathing hard. I was hyperventilating. I was in a panic. Bander was standing near me with his photo camera in hand. I guessed Bander posed me in various positions and photographed my entire naked body while I was passed out. There was also a professional looking video camera on a tripod pointed my way.

Bander instructed me to “settle down”. He told me that there was nothing I could do to extricate myself from the situation, so I might as well relax. “You wanted this, so lay back and enjoy it”. It appeared that Bander knew me better than I knew myself.

When I began to relax, Bander wheeled me over to the shower area. My feet were already spread wide apart as were my knees and my butt was at the end of the medical exam table. Bander turned on the lower valves connected to the hose, and adjusted the water until it was soothingly warm. The end of the short hose had an in ground sprinkler type PVC fitting which was about 6 inches long apparently serving as a nozzle. Bander placed the nozzle up to my anus. The water pressure parted my anus and warm water effortlessly flowed into my bowels. I began to fill up and expelled waste into the shower and down the large drain. Bander kept this up until the warm water coming out of me flowed clear for several minutes.

Because my butt hung slightly over the exam table, there was little or no mess, except what Bander rinsed down the shower drain. The warm water exiting my bowels felt good. The grogginess began to leave me and I was becoming clear headed. Bander wheeled me back to the area where the exam table was originally, adjacent to the large built in cabinet.

Overhead were metal rings suspended by chains from the ceiling. I hadn’t observed them before. I assume Bander either installed them, or connected them while I was passed out.

Bander pointed the exam table toward the TV, raised the back of the table to elevate my head, and put a tape in the VCR. Soon I was watching a video of a young guy about my age who was secured to the same table that I was. He was moaning as Bander shoved a large dildo up his ass. The young stud sported a very large and rigid hard on. This was intense and very arousing for me.

Bander then produced the same large lubricated dildo and began manipulating it well inside of me. I instinctively opened up to allow my anus to take this intrusion, thus keeping it from ripping me apart. Bander began working it in and out. It was quite amazing. I had no control over the scary situation, and at the same time I was very aroused.

While my dick was pointing straight up, the action in the video suddenly changed to something that made my blood run cold. The boy in the video began begging Bander. “No, please oh Bander, no. Please…” I looked and saw that the boy’s ball sack was being raised upward by a rope and pulley attached to the rings that were presently anchored above me. Bander looked at me and said “Looks like fun doesn’t it?”

Before I could say anything, Bander took a small rope and began winding it around the base of my balls. He tied it off tight with a loop at the end and produced a short block and tackle device from the cabinet. Knowing what was in store for me, I began to shudder. What was I in for now, knowing full well exactly what awaited me.

Slowly my ball sack began to pull me toward the ceiling. Just when it was beginning to get painful, Bander tied off the rope to the exam table and went to the cabinet. Bander returned with a device which looked like a weird pair of vice grips with four prongs at the end. The prongs were close together until he placed a small green rubber band over all four of the prongs. Bander then closed the handles and the small rubber band expanded to about 2 1/2” square. Bander locked the handles together and sat the device on my chest. My eyes must have been as big as saucers. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I knew I wouldn’t like it.

My balls were beginning to ache more. I instinctively knew I shouldn’t complain; however I was becoming consumed with fear and pain. Perhaps Bander sensed this, because he stuffed my own sock inside my mouth to keep me from disturbing the neighbors. I knew my fate was sealed.

Bander untied the rope and began pulling on it again, sending my balls closer to the ceiling. I began screaming into my sock gag. My body actually lifted up from the exam table, although my hands and feet were still secured in place. I still have the vivid recollection of the sweaty skin of my back and buttocks sticking to the vinyl exam table, and then peeling free as I was lifted off the table by my balls.

Bander said in a very calm voice, “I just want to stretch them out before we begin.” I said to my self, “Begin? Begin what?” I was suspended off the exam table screaming into my gag. I must have passed out from the intense pain, because the next thing I knew I was laying back on the table and the block and tackle was no longer in place.

Through my teary eyes, I saw Bander holding the pliers with the stretched green rubber band in front of my face. “Doesn’t this look simply delicious?” Bander said. I could not respond. For one thing I was scared shitless. I suppose that’s why Bander flushed me out before beginning his fun with me. I was also busy trying to massage my dirty sock out of my mouth with my tongue.

My attention was drawn back to the boy in the video, whose fate I was now following. The boy was grunting, and thrashing around. His balls were turning purple and seemed about to explode.

Bander said “I’m not going to make the same mistake with you that I did with him”. “Well that’s good,” I said to myself. I didn’t want any mistakes made with my balls. God, my balls were still aching and I’m guessing they were stretched a mile longer now. Bander said, “No sir, I’m going to shave you first. I don’t want the hair getting caught around the band”.

Band? That’s why he calls himself “Bander”. He’s going to put that green band on my balls. I panicked. I started thrashing around, screaming into my sock. “Help me”. I suddenly remembered that “Help me” was a line from the movie “The Fly”. I was doomed.

Bander got some electric clippers out of the cabinet, and when he was done shaving off all my pubic hair, he then finished me off with shaving cream and a razor. In no time I was hairless as the legs of a 10-year-old. Bander put all my pubic hair in a plastic sandwich bag and used a marker to put my name on it. Bander began laughing and said “You won’t need this anymore”.

Suddenly I felt my numbed nuts being pulled through the stretched rubber band on the prongs of the pliers. Tug, pull, tug, tug, and finally I heard “snap!” I jumped. Pain shot through my abdomen and balls again. I knew the green band was securely around my balls.

Bander then removed all of my bonds and turned off the TV. At that point, it didn’t matter if I was restrained or not. I couldn’t over power Bander, and even if I could, I was in such pain I couldn’t go anywhere.

Bander pulled the sock out of my dry mouth and asked if I wanted another beer. I couldn’t trust Bander not to put something in it again. However I was thirsty and my mouth was dry and tasted of dirty sock. What the hell. At this point I was doomed anyway. “Yes” I replied. “Yes what?” he asked. “Yes Sir”, I said in a very shaky voice. I got the message.

He was obviously in control over me and my balls, which appeared to be swelling somewhat. I could see the veins in my sack very clearly. I felt the rubber band, which was now no larger than the diameter of a dime, around the base of my sack. I tried to dig my fingernails under the band and pull it off, but it was no use. It hurt too much to mess with. The band was there for good.

Bander returned with the ice-cold beer. This time it was in an unopened can. I opened the can and drank half of the can as quick as I could. “Easy there boy, we’ve got all night”. Bander went to the cabinet and returned with a large jar of lotion that he laughingly called “Boy butter”. He applied a liberal amount on my penis, and began a slow motion up and down; He started kissing my bare and bulging balls. He licked them and sucked them into his mouth. Then he removed his pants and underwear, put lotion on his penis, grabbed my legs and pulled my ass closer to the end of the exam table.

Bander forced his dick into my ass and resumed slowly jacking me off. Deeper and deeper he went inside me. I began to moan like the boy in the beginning of the video and slowly felt a climax building within me. Soon, my cum began spurting out and struck me in the face, neck and chest. Again and again I came with long gobs of my white-hot juices.

Bander picked up the pace as he rammed his long hard dick into my ass. Slap, slap, slap, slap. Faster and faster he plunged into me. With every thrust, I could feel Bander’s balls slapping against my ass. Bander was doing something that I would never again be able to do with my own balls.

As Bander withdrew, I felt his man juices drain out of my anus. His juice began to cool over my hot ass and his smell along with mine filled the air. For the next several hours, he had hot passionate sex with me.

Bander provided me with numerous pain pills and soon my balls were only a dull ache of a memory in my mind. I remember saying to myself, “This was what you were looking for, and you got it”. I looked upon the destroyed source of my pleasure center, and now they were black, dead and useless orbs. I began to sob uncontrollably.

As Bander looked deep into my eyes, with unquestionable authority he said “I love taking a vulnerable boy’s manhood. It was so easy with Bret’s help. I think Bret enjoys selecting my victims as much as I enjoy unmanning them. He’s helped me with several boys, but you are the prize of them all. When your balls come off, I’m going to keep them in a jar next to the others. Yours are my prize balls now. Isn’t that right Bret?”

Shit! Bret was standing right there leaning against the wall looking at the two of us. I was so stoned on pain pills, I didn’t hear him come in. Bret was smiling, appearing so satisfied that my balls were dead. Bret removed his clothing and let them fall to the floor. He was sporting a huge hard on. It appeared that Bret was going to resume where Bander left off. I faded off into a fog.

For some curious reason, I don’t hold as much malice against Bander as I do Bret. Bret did this to me. I thought he was my friend. He knowingly set me up. I don’t know exactly what I will do to get back at Bret for his treachery, but you can bet the bank I will. I am smart, logical and very determined. It will be an interesting challenge to match wits with that sociopath. Bret’s days of being attached to his own balls are numbered. If I ever extricate myself from this situation, I will make him feel what I am feeling now only he will experience it more.

To be continued.