Chapter 3 - Pain So Humiliation

"Tomorrow," pronounced Carver with smile on her face, "We'll put you on public display - to be interesting since you'll be open to whatever any passers by may think of to amuse themselves. However, 1-st we've the Testicle Twist. As this is the 1-st time it will be interesting to see what degree of rotation we may get."

My mind had been dwelling on the possibilities of how others would amuse themselves at my expense when I realised what she had just pronounced. "Degree of rotation? I do not realize."

"There exists a lot you do not realize, "pronounced Josie as she put on a pair of heavy duty plastic gloves, "... but you soon will! Come over here!"

I was pushed by Carver towards a free standing wall with a hole - not dissimilar to the one thru which I had been photographed. This day I would not be able to see what was happening the other side. Carver pushed me right up to the wall.

"Put you hands above your head," she instructed. Not knowing what else to do I raised my hands and felt them all of a sudden pinioned against the wall in some form of cuff - my hands were unmovable. "Spread!" she pushed my right ankle with her foot so I rapidly realized what she desired. This day my ankle was clipped into a leg-iron. "So the other."

As I stood with my legs spread apart, hands above my head, wearing only the flimsiest of pouches I wondered how it might be that, only an hour earlier, I'd been sat in the comfort of my own home "playing" on the computer.

"From now on," Carver pronounced to Josie, "It is more difficult part. I'll push and you pull."

"Okay." Josie disappeared out of sight behind the wall. Something cold was placed against my waist.

"You will not be needing this any longer," Carver pronounced and, after a 2-nd's panic, I realised that she had cut the waistband on the pouch - now I was naked again.

All of a sudden I felt my balls being grasped from behind. Was this what they were will do - stand there and twist them? However, she did not twist - she squeezed till she was holding only one ball and then I felt it being forced thru the hole I had seen. It only just fitted. I realized what she had pronounced about pushing and pulling. Carver was thrusting my bollocks thru the wall and Josie was pulling them from the other side. There was a feeling of relief when they completed the job and the only sensation I had in that region was that my balls felt very cold.

Josie re-appeared with a long clip, like an oversized hairgrip, in her hand. "I thought you'd like to see the Twister. I clip this onto you ball sac so your nuts are my side of the clip and the wall and you're the other side. Then I twist it till I can't physically turn it any further. In theory I should manage at least 300 degrees of turn - but we will see."

I felt a pinching sensation as she slid the clip trapping my balls the other side of the wall. At that moment a tiny aperture appeared in the wall level with my eyes and I might see thru - but not downwards.

"This," Carver explained, "Is being recorded for News at Seven - look straight ahead and you'll see what will appear on television."

A screen came to living directly in line with my eyes. All I might see at that moment was the back of Josie's uniform. As she moved away I gasped - fully filling the screen was a picture of my pink floppy balls, held in place by a clip. Background was a grid with the numbers 90o, 120o, 270o and 360o - they were arranged with the 90 at 12 o'clock, the 120 at 3 and that on. Clip pointed to the 360o mark.

"Women and Gentlemen," it was the Sergeant's voice, "0258223 will now endure the 1-st punishment for masturbation. Police Officer Josie White will turn his testicles, in multiples of 90o. Let the punishment commence."

At that I saw Josie's hand appear on the screen. She took hold of the clip and slowly turned in to the 90o mark. I couldn't help but yelp.

"Ninety degrees," intoned the Sergeant. "Again."

Josie's hand brushed against my nuts that felt super-sensitive in their current position. When more, in the face of myself, I felt my cock swelling. Sensation disappeared nearly immediately as she turned the clip to 120o.

"Argghh!" I yelled.

"One twenty degrees," intoned the Sergeant. "Again."

I had nowhere else to look other than the close up of my now purple and heavily veined balls. Hand appeared and yanked the clip to the 270o.

"Nooooooooooooooo! Please!" I screamed. Pain was unbelievable - it flet like my balls were being ripped off. Up to now a part of me had been secretly enjoying the attention and experience of being captured and shown off. All of a sudden this pain meant I was beginning to rue my pastime before the computer.

"Two hundred and seventy degrees," intoned the Sergeant. "Again."

"No - no, more, please!" I begged.

"Again," repeated the Sergeant

I screamed wordlessly as I felt every one of the last ninety degrees of turn. I felt sure that I would see my balls burst on the screen. I tried bringing backwards but it only made matters worse as it tightened the hold that the clip had.

"Three hundred and sixty!" exclaimed the Sergeant - as if it were a darts score.

As I stood there I felt my knees trembling - I thought, 'If my knees give way I'll only be held up by the balls and to hurt even more - I must stand up straight.'

Carver's face appeared in the screen before my tortured nuts. She had clearly learned the little speech that she then gave. "This should be a lesson to every man who thinks that his wang and testicles are a private playground. Purity Laws won't tolerate the misuse, outside of procreation, of these organs. Failure to comply will result in this," she indicated my swollen bollocks, "and much worse - all of which 0258223 has yet to experience. Gentlemen - you've heard how he has suffered - feel it in your own testicles and be warned!"

With that the screen went blank and the sliding panel before my eyes shut. I felt more insecure than ever pinned against the wall with my balls firmly trapped the other side. With a sense of relief I felt the clip being turned back and then released - there was to be no more pain. My hand and ankle cuffs were rapidly removed and I was pulled back from the wall.

"No, wait!" I pronounced. It had taken many of manoeuvring, one ball at a time, to get them thru the wall - they wouldn't both return thru at once. I was wrong. They did and the pain was excruciating!

As I was led across the room by Josie I put my hand down to rub my painful nuts.

"Leave them alone!" Carver yelled, "Before you want some more of the Twister. How about 450 o?"

"No," my hands shot back up and were rapidly pinioned behind my back. "I take it that my public humiliation?"

Josie's smile reappeared, "Oh no, that's where you are going now."

"G..going?" I asked.

"So," pronounced Carver, "You need the public for that, do not you?"

"Ensure that his hands are fastened," pronounced the Sergeant. I felt someone pulling at the contraption that held my wrists together. "Okay, on with the board."

Carver came forward with a notice on stiff board . It had a hole in the middle and on the front was written "I was caught wanking. Balls and prick will suffer." Arrows pointed to the hole.

She turned it, so that I might only see the back and then grabbed my privates and pulled them thru the hole. I was standing with this ridiculous board framing my cock and very sore balls.

"You know where the Police station is," asked the Sergeant.

"Er, yes."

"So you know where the High Street is?"

"Yes." I was puzzled by the sudden general knowledge questions.

"Benson's Department Store?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Since," pronounced the Sergeant, "You will walk out of this station, to Benson's and that is where you will be on display. Don't wander from the obvious route as we will be watching on CCTV. This little device are named a Stinger," he made up a printed circuit the size of a postage stamp, "will be attached behind the board at the base of your cock. Fail to follow our instructions and you will feel a stabbing pain to last for two seconds the 1-st time. Five the 2-nd, ten the 3-rd. So then will become constant if you disobey four times." He rapidly taped the electronic device behind the board.

"Just to show you we'll demonstrate the two 2-nd burst," pronounced Josie pressing a button a remote control handset.

"Ahhhh!" I yelled - it felt like someone had prodded my cock with a red-hot screwdriver - the pain flowed up to the very end and washed thru my balls simultaneously.

"Unluckily your 1-st stab will now be five seconds, as we can't reset it," pronounced the Sergeant. "And do as your told or you'll get more from the Stinger."

"I am sure, "Josie nearly purred, "You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"No,"

"So," pronounced the Sergeant, "Walk to Benson's." He pushed me towards a door that opened into a sunlit car park. "Off you go - we'll see you in a couple of hours." With that the door slammed shut behind me.

I stood for a moment - absolutely naked, with my hands tied behind my back and a notice attached to my wang and testicles - in a public car park with instructions to walk thru the middle of town. I caught sight of a lady getting out of her car and my 1-st reaction was to duck behind a nearby bush. I moved from out that bush faster than Ihad moved in as I felt the intense pain of the Stinger for the next five seconds. By the time the pain had stopped I was midway across the car park and desperate to get his whole experience over.

I walked thru the streets towards the centre of town. It must have been about a mile and a half. Fortunately the roads weren't very busy at this point of the early afternoon - the unusual thing was the very mixed reactions I received - most of the men simply looked the other way, as if embarrassed It was the ladies who received me - older ladies gave me sidelong glances as if I were to be pitied. Younger ladies and girls, same young as early teens, were very curious and very antagonistic - especially when they were in pairs or groups.

As I passed one group of three in their early twenties one, which is named out, "Yoo, call that thing a prick? It does not look worth wanking. Loser!" Her buddies cackled with laughter.

I passed the Girls' High School - break was in progress - the yard was teeming with girls aged between 11 and 18. They had been standing about chatting till one spotted me.

"Look, girls, it is one of those sex people!"

"I may see his little willy!"

"Which is 'wanking' mean, Miss?"

"It is something that dirty men do - and it is illegitimate. You need to take him as a warning, girls, men's lives are absolutely centred on those little giblets at the front."

"Is that what men stick in us, Miss?"

"Yes - now let us have you inside, girls. If you want to see more you'll must go to the punishment point outside Benson's Department Store at the end of school."

I was over pleased to passed that spot. Then I saw Benson's ahead of me and the section of their outside wall from which four manacles hung and a large sign pronounced "Sex Offender".

As I walked over to it one of the salesgirls came out of the shop - she was about twenty-one, had long blonde hair and a face and figure to die for. "0258223, over here. Turn round," fiddled with something behind my back and I felt my bonds fall off. I do not know what received into me, can be the sudden freedom, can be the sight of the wall in the middle of town - whatever it was I decided to make a run for it. I received about five metres before I felt the pain - it felt as if someone had taken a rusty, jagged bread knife, removed my prick and castrated me in one go and then stuck the knife where my privates had been. One day I recovered from the shock and wiped the tears from my eyes I looked down, expecting to see a river of blood - but there was no physical damage caused.

"I believe the next one will be the constant pain," pronounced the shopgirl in a matter-of-fact voice. "From now on get over here and put your hands and feet where the manacles are."

I obeyed wordlessly and, among several seconds, found myself spread-eagled against the side of very popular store in town - wearing nothing but the notice board.

Among several minutes a man of about my own age passed, "Hard luck mate!" Is what I think he pronounced.

I was beginning to feel cold - a glance at my exposed privates showed them to shrinking to nothing. Nearly an hour had passed and nothing had really happened: it all of a sudden struck me that this may not be also bad after all. How wrong may you be?

Three girls aged about seventeen or eighteen came round the corner - they were clearly on their way home from the High School.

"Look, Jenny - it is that pervert," exclaimed a fattish girl with short hair.

"Ah yes, Miss White pronounced we should have some fun with him," pronounced her giggly tall and pony-tailed neighbour who was smoking a cigarette.

"Are we allowed to?" asked their mousy-looking companion.

"Yes - it is part of him punishment that we may do as we like - so long as we do not draw blood," pronounced the tallest, who, I noticed, seemed to be a bit also tall for the skirt she wore - I felt sure I might see her knickers.

"To we do?" asked the fatter one - she seemed to have a shirt two sizes also tiny and a bra not really up to the job. Folds of her hooters spilt over the tops of her cups - clearly visible thru the nearly translucent and skin-tight blouse.

"I know, Lisa," pronounced the mousey nearly boyish looking one, "let us poke his thing." She moved right up to me. "Yoo, mister, that's not much of a prick you received, is it?"

I did not say anything - I mean what might I say?

"I asked you a question!" A thought all of a sudden crossed her mind. "Would you like to see my buddie's hooters?" She pointed at the fat girl. "Susan, show him your breasts."

"Which, these," she asked. Her hands went up to her chest and she ran them over the tops, round the clearly-visible teats, underneath and then cupped them and gave them a little jiggle. "Big, are not they?"

Dicks have minds of their own - mine saw the hooters and started to rise.

"Ooh," pronounced the tall girl, Lisa, "you have made his prick get larger, Susan."

"Ah," pronounced Susan, "would a peek at them help?" She unbuttoned a middle button on her blouse and I had a clear view of her undersized bra and the mounds of ripe flesh it was trying to contain. With a deft flick of her finger shehad released her left boob and it shot out of her shirt - the teat pointed straight at me. "Woops," shr pronounced as she started to replace it - but it was althat late, my member had sprung to attention.

"You dirty bugger," pronounced Lisa. "Jenny, he is gone all stiff and throbby."

"- and it is wet and slimy," pronounced Susan.

"Just what I thought," pronounced Jenny. She took a box of matches out of her pocket and placed one in the end of my cock with the phosphor about an inch from the end of my prick. "Let us sing happy birthday," she pronounced and brought her lighted cigarette closer towards me.

"No, no!" I yelled as I might feel the heat of the cigarette near my shaft.

"Go on, Jenny!" yelled Susan and Lisa in unison.

She touched the end of the match and it flared.

"No, put it out!" I yelled. "Please!" I broke out into a cold sweat as I might feel the heat of the match burning towards me. I was so shocked I began to lose my erection and the match was dipping below my cock that made the flame burn brighter.

There was nothing I might do as the three girls danced around laughing and pointing. My earlier erection and excitement proved my salvation as the match all of a sudden slipped out and fell to the floor.

"Ah!" the three girls exclaimed in disappointment.

"Try it again, Jenny," pronounced Susan. "Put your cigarette out on his balls."

"Noooo!" I shouted as she brought her lighted fag close to me again.

"Quick, you two - there exists our bus!" yelled Lisa. All three turned tail and fled.

I was beginning to feel much colder when the shopgirl appeared again.

"Had a good time, pervert?" She caught sight of the match and cigarette end, "Someone's been busy. It is time you were going - I hear you are on the news this evening, I hope it hurt." As she leaned down to undo my ankles I had a sudden and very clear view of her perky boobs inside her shirt as they nestled in a black bra. She had to shake the manacles loose, causing her hooters to swing left and right. As she stood up her head brushed against my rising prick. "Ooh," she pronounced, "we do not learn, do we?"

With that she leaned over to my left hand and all of a sudden kneed me in the balls. Pain was excruciating - I felt as if I was about to be sick.

She undid my right hand and both my hands shot to hold my privates. "Behind your back!" she insisted. I placed my hands behind me, waited for them to be bound and then headed back for the police station - glad that that ordeal was over.

Little did I realise what was still in store.