Two boys play rough in the woods, maybe things go a littler too far.
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It all started rather innocently. Bobby was 12 and I was 14. We had been playing around for at least 2 years now. It all started with a game of war, us hunting each other. We were addicted, that’s all we did the whole summer. Bobby had a smooth hard body, a nice dick and beautiful eyes. I was taller than Bobby but had about the same size package as him. We were addicted to Rambo movies, starting with ‘First Blood’. We would play Rambo out in the woods behind his house for hours and days at a time. The wooded area behind his house was huge, several hundred acres, and we learned every inch of that area. I would give Bobby a head start and track him down and capture and torture him if necessary. One day, I gave him a good head start and it took me several hours to find him, but once I captured him, I tied him to a tree immediately. Then the torture began. Normally we would force the other to suck each other’s dicks. But today I stripped him and told him if he didn’t suck my dick and drink all my piss that I would cut off his cock and balls. He was outraged; this was taking our game a little to far. He said there was no way he was drinking my piss. I removed the shoelace from his boot and proceeded to tie a noose around his now growing cock and balls. I pulled it as tight as I could and then took out my razor-sharp Rambo knife, grabbed his cock and held the knife at the base of it and gave him one more chance to comply. He started sucking immediately, I told him I was getting ready to piss and if he spilled on drop, he would lose his cock. He was so hard by now; it was obvious he was extremely turned on by the thought of losing his manhood. I wanted more than anything to cut his cock right off at the root, but he drank every drop. I now told him he needed to get me off and drink that too. I shot almost immediately, gobs and gobs, into his mouth. The massive amounts of cum must have been too much for him to take, because he started coughing and choking on it, spilling my seed on the ground. This was unacceptable to me so picked up the knife and pretended I was going to cut his cock off at the base, but slipped and sliced his cock open. I cut into the skin, right by the shoelace, but not deep enough to get into the meat of his cock, but it was very bloody. Bobby started to freak, he couldn’t believe that I cut into his cock. What I didn’t understand was he didn’t lose his erection, actually, it was bigger than ever. I didn’t know what do; it was obvious he needed stitches. I told him that there was no way he could go home and have his mom take him to the hospital, how would he explain? I decided that I should sew him up, just like Rambo did to his arm in “First Blood”, that was our favorite scene in the movie. Bobby said no way, but then said he agreed because the alternatives where not much better. I kept the shoelace tied tightly around his package because I figured this would reduce the pain. I unscrewed the handle on my knife and pulled out a needle and thread. Bobby asked me to untie him, but I decided not to because I was afraid he would chicken out. He got real mad now, and it was obvious he had no intentions of letting me run a sewing needle through the most sensitive part on his body. I had grabbed another length of rope and tied him more tightly to the tree. He was freaking now and started to cry. I told him to shut up and take it like a man. Then I started to sew and he started to howl, but I kept up until I had inserted the needle 10 times in and out each side, closing the wound rather well I must say. I then released him and told him to go home and put anti- biotic cream all over it so he would not get infected. He left in a huff. Bobby didn’t talk to me for a week. He finally did after I had apologized a hundred times. His wound was looking rather good and seemed to be almost healed. He had taken the “stitches” out two days before. Although, It was apparent he would have a pretty good scar on the top of his cock for a long time. We planned to a camp out in the woods for the following weekend, and he said it would be his turn to hunt me, and he would get his revenge. He smiled and said he was only kidding, but it made me a little nervous. I masturbated every night that week thinking about what might happen on our next hunt. I imagined him cutting off my cock in retaliation, and it excited me to no end. The weekend finally arrived and we headed out deep into the woods and set up camp. We went to our regular campsite, set up the tent and lay down to sleep. Bobby told me to get a good night sleep, as we would have a very busy day the next day. I went to be dreaming of what he might do to me if he caught me. I woke up with a start and realized that Bobby had my arms and legs bound with rope and I was completely naked. The rope on my hands had another rope attached that was running outside the tent. I asked him what he was doing; he said he was going to get his revenge. I told him it wasn’t fair because I didn’t even get a chance to hide. He got up and climbed out of the tent and pulled me out with the rope attached to my hands. Once outside, I noticed that the rope ran up over a large limb on a tree next to our tent and he was pulling down on the other side. I tried desperately to free myself, but with my legs tied together at the ankles, maneuvering was impossible. The next thing I knew I was hanging from the tree barely standing on the tips of my toes. He then took out a spool of thin wire and wrapped an already made noose tightly around my cock and balls then threw the other end over the same limb and tied the end tightly to a lower branch. Now here I stood naked hanging by my arms from a rope with a wire wrapped around my now achingly hard cock and balls with the other end firmly attached above me. What was Bobby planning? Now he said, “I am going to release the rope but not the wire, so be careful and don’t fall over, or you’ll lose everything”. When he released the rope I had to lower myself off my toes as not to lose my balance, once I did, the noose got even tighter and was on the verge of cutting into the skin. I couldn’t believe the situation I was in, if I fell over, my cock and balls would be severed cleanly from my body. I begged him to release me, but he just smiled and said he was going for a walk and would be back soon, he was off to find a feather. What the hell was he looking for a feather for? I couldn’t imagine. I stood in this precarious position, my nuts aching, for almost 15 minutes when Bobby re-appeared with a large bird feather. “What the hell are you going to do with that?”, I asked. He told me he was going to tickle me with the feather. I couldn’t believe he was going to do this, I was starting to freak now, and this was going too far, way to far. He said if I was a man, that a feather wouldn’t hurt me. He said I would just have to endure 1 minute of tickling and he would let me go. How hard could that be? He started rubbing the feather on my balls, then my cock head and started working his way up my stomach and that’s when I started tipping over… It seemed to happen in slow motion, I tried to re-gain my footing, but couldn’t because my feet were tied together. I started tipping, the wire started digging in. My cock and balls started stretching way away from my body, then there was a popping noise, luckily the wire must have snapped, and I fell to the ground. The pain was unbearable, but I didn’t scream. I looked up at Bobby with the feather in his hand and saw a look of horror in his eyes as he stared at the ground by my feet. I sat up and followed his gaze and saw my genitals lying on the ground in front of me. The wire hadn’t snapped, the popping noise was the noose tightening all the way, severing my cock and balls. Somehow, Bobby helped me out of the woods by holding a rag on the wound and called the ambulance once we reached his house. I passed out from blood loss and woke up in a hospital bed. My mother was sitting beside me with the doctor. That’s when the doctor broke the news, I was going to be all right, they had closed the wound and it looked like it was going to heal. I was relieved until he told me that they would only have to do one more surgery to re- locate my urethra so I could urinate sitting down. In the excitement, Bobby must have forgotten my amputated package lying on the ground in the woods. While I was on my way to the hospital he had thought up a story to explain my accident; we had been skinny-dipping and I had jumped off a rock and landed on something in the water that amputated my genitals, which were lost somewhere in the river. Two years later, while Bobby and I were drinking beer, he left the room for a minute and came back with a jar with something in it. What the hell was it? When he got closer I realized that it was my cock and balls, perfectly preserved in some sort of solution. I looked at Bobby and he said, “I really did get my revenge”.