The Purity Police and 271205
Ex Spectimum
Copyright Ex Spectimum 2011
Published at Smashwords
Chapter 1 – caught
I was sitting in my room – curtains drawn – only the faint light of the computer lighting up my face. I had a look of extreme concentration about me as I looked at the images in front of me.
Naked women were spread-eagled on medieval-looking contraptions – nothing was left to the imagination. As I clicked the mouse and images changed there was a growing wet patch on the front of my lightweight trousers – just above the growing bulge.
I knew it was wrong. I knew of the new laws brought out by the strictly Puritan regime. I knew that if I was caught looking at pornography I would be made to pay. I knew the consequences. But I couldn’t stop myself.
I’d heard that the Government had a new kind of spy system that tracked people’s internet use – but felt that, so long as I never used my national card number to actually pay for anything, I could never be traced.
I was wrong. Even as I got warmer and my left hand slipped to my groin the Purity Brigade was moving. As my hand closed around my growing cock they were making their way towards my flat.
I released my prick from my trousers and ran my hand up and sown the shaft. Occasionally I cupped my tight balls and gave them a twist as I looked at the tied up women with their nipples clamped and their cunts invaded with pieces of piping. The wet patch at the end became thoroughly lubricated as my hand movements became more and more violent.
A particularly nasty picture of a girl (a very young-looking 18) appeared – her hair was tied to the top of a crucifix – her arms outstretched and tied to the arms of the cross. Each nipple was pierced and a small chain through each ring pulled the nipples and whole breasts upwards to where the chains were attached above her head. Her legs were pulled around to the back of the down piece of the cross – thoroughly exposing her glistening cunt. A masked man holding a knife was beginning to introduce the dagger into her cunt – her face said that it hurt.
Although I knew that the picture was totally staged – nothing was going to happen – it was enough to have my cock throbbing with paroxysms of ecstasy as I came all over the computer desk. A thick puddle of cum spread rapidly towards the keyboard.
Suddenly there was smashing sound as the front door splintered and the room was suddenly filled with men and women in black uniforms.
“Stand perfectly still!” the order was barked out by a woman with long blonde hair holding a Z87 stun gun pointed straight at my still-exposed prick as two others grabbed my arms and held fastened my elbows together behind my back. She looked at the computer screen and sneered. “If you think that fictitious crap is exciting – just wait until you see what we’ve got in store for you!” As other members of the troop photographed my quickly shrinking member; the still-spreading puddle of cum; and the computer desk her voice became more like that of an automaton. “0258223 271205 – I am PO Carver and I am arresting you under the 2018 Purity Law. You do not have to say anything at this stage – but silence may indicate an acceptance of guilt. You will be put before a Purity Council as soon as you are returned to the station. Do you wish to say anything?”
I couldn’t think of anything to say. Carver’s hand flew out and she struck my dick so hard it slapped against my thigh. “I said do you have anything to say?”
“N..n..no.” I gasped.
“Good, that’ll make a conviction much easier!” she laughed. “Take his trousers off properly – he’ll not be needing those – and get him into the van.”
A girl I vaguely recognised from my school days stood before me and unceremoniously removed my lower clothing. The smell of her perfume and her hair tickling against my thigh as she leaned down was enough to give me a new erection.
“How disgusting!” she curled her lip. “Ma’am – we’ve got a real perv here!”
“Photo that thing,” barked out Carver and a number of cameras flashed at my disappearing manhood. Removing her right glove she came right up to me and put her lips to my ear. I felt the warm flesh of her right hand touch my balls – suddenly there was a shooting pain from my groin as she grasped them hard and twisted violently, “I’d make the most of these, while you’ve still got them!” she whispered.
As tears came to my eyes she spun back round, replaced her glove and said, “Right, let’s get him back to the Council.”
I was pushed violently towards the door, only prevented from falling by the fact that someone had hold of my elbow restraint. I was bundled out into the street and was shocked to see a small crowd of neighbours watching. When they saw that I was naked from the waist down they booed and I felt a lump of mud hit me just above the eyebrow. A second splattered against my shirt. When a third hit my privates there was a cheer. Before I knew it I was lying face upwards in the back of a van – the girl with long hair leaned over and attached my elbow restraint to a short chain just behind the driver’s seat. She then shuffled over me, grasped my right ankle and tugged it towards one corner where I felt it being cuffed – she repeated the process with my left ankle. I realised that I was lying spread-eagled in the van at the same moment that I saw that the windows were filled with the faces of the on-lookers.
The van lurched forward, siren sounding, and the faces disappeared – only the girl as still visible – I suddenly remembered her name – Josie White – I’d quite fancied her and we’d actually gone out a couple of times together. Crouched at the end of the van in her tight leather uniform I couldn’t help but notice the size of her nipples showing through the material. The effect was automatic – my cock started to stir. I felt the blood pumping into my organ as it began to swell. Her hand reached out and gently she pulled my foreskin forward with the finger and thumb of her right hand. ‘She’s going to wank me off,’ I thought, ‘Will she wrap her tiny mouth round me and suck me off?’
Before the thought had passed through my mind I felt a sharp pain in the shaft of my penis as I realised that, her only purpose in holding my cock was so that she could touch the point of her knife blade right in the base of my prick just above the ball sac. I screamed, “No – please!” A small smile played across her lips.
“Don’t worry – I’ll not cut it off – if I did you wouldn’t have the next few days to look forward to.” But she didn’t let go or remove the knife – she continued prodding.
“What do you mean?” I asked, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead.
“Well, just think of the lovely line-up of punishments awaiting you for your disgusting little habit.”
Suddenly I remembered what I’d been seeing on the tv – the new 2018 Purity Law. It contained a list of measures intended to make a spectacle of the first people found to be breaking the Masturbatory and Pornography Rules. A shiver ran down my spine.
“Ah, you’ve just remembered,” she said. “Yes you’ve a lot to look forward to – the Twist, the Cage, public humiliation, hanging and crushing these,” she prodded the ball sac itself causing me to let out another yell, “and, of course, the Ordeal by Fire.” She seemed to lick her lips at the thought.
Before I had time to ask her what these things actually meant the van screeched to a halt outside the police station causing her knife to slip up to the opening at the end of my prick and nearly go inside. “Ooops,” she said and she let go of my prick and put the knife away as the van doors opened.
I was quickly unchained and unceremoniously bundled out of the van and into the brightly lit reception room. There appeared to be a welcoming committee – about five police officers stood in a line watching with a mixture of curiosity and disgust as I was marched up to the desk. The young black WPC behind the counter was very matter of fact.
“What’s his number?”
“0258223 271205. 271205 to his friends, if he has any. He’s in breach of Purity law subsection 22 paragraph 14 a. I’m the arresting officer, PO Carver 1897”
“Ah,” she said, looking straight into my eyes, “a fucking wanker.” Her lip curled as she filled in the charge sheet on the computer keyboard. It took only seconds – all that was needed was two numbers and the law – the date obviously filled itself in. “Right, get him stripped and photo’d.”
My clothes were quickly removed and I stood totally naked in front of a group of angry looking strangers. I was pushed towards a yellow door marked “Prisoners”. Someone said, “Don’t forget the hood.” The lights went out as a hood was put over my head – I was totally blind. My heart was in my mouth – what the hell was going to happen to me?
Chapter 2 – interrogation
Before I knew where I was I felt myself being pushed into what sounded like a quite large, but unfurnished, room. It was noticeably quite cool in there and I felt my balls retracting in response to the lower temperature. There was activity going on around me – I heard at least one man and two different women whispering as I stood, blindfolded, feeling extremely exposed.
“Face me,” the male voice from my left hand side ordered. I turned to where I thought the voice was. “Now stand up straight.”
Even through the mask I caught the flash of the bulb – I just hoped that all they were going to do was take photos. There was a whispering that I could not make out and then I was aware of the smell of perfume very close to me. I could feel the body heat of someone standing directly in front of me,
A tingle ran through my entire body as I felt soft fingers stroke the much-reduced length of my flaccid member. The same fingers trailed down and round my balls. I wondered what was happening – the Purity Laws were all about sex within marriage, so why was a strange woman caressing me? My prick did its own thinking and began to grow. I could feel it beginning to lengthen and prepare to rise.
“That’ll do,” the male voice suddenly said and I felt the slight breeze as the female moved away. This was followed by another flash – I couldn’t work out why they needed my prick to appear bigger than normal. I didn’t have time to think about it. “Let’s get it all measured.”
I was pushed forward and felt myself up against a hard smooth surface that reached up as far as my chest – it felt cold on my bare stomach and privates – quickly removing the effects of the girl’s hand. A rougher hand grabbed my cock and balls, lifted them and pulled them forwards. I felt the rough surface of a hole as they were dropped again. Clearly they were the other side of partition to the rest of me. I panicked – what were they going to do?
“Stand still, wanker,” it was Carver’s voice. “Take his hood off.” The room was flooded with light and I saw that there were three police officers in the room: Carver, Josie White and the male who I now saw to be a sergeant.
I immediately saw that my dick and bollocks were hanging in a box: the inside of which was marked off with a grid that had numbers up the side. The squares nearest to me were white – then there was row of yellow squares – all the rest were coloured in red. “This is for the Court,” she said, “We have to measure your testicles and penis under certain conditions.”
“C..c..conditions?” I asked. She ignored me as photographs were taken from all sides against the grids.
“I would remind you, 0258223 271205, that it is an offence, under the 2018 Purity Law, to be unduly aroused by any person, image or stimulus other than one provided by your legal partner for the purpose of procreation. Right,” she turned behind her, “show him the film.”
A screen, about four feet in front of me, suddenly sprang to life. A naked brunette girl was lying on her back she was well-developed with long brown hair; large, erect and reddish brown nipples; and a wild bush of dark hair between her legs. She ran her fingers around her nipples and seemed to look directly at me. Her hand then ran down her sides and towards her hairy thatch. As her forefinger stroked the lips of her cunt I felt myself becoming erect. The cameras around my prick began to flash. Meanwhile, on the screen, the girl was pushing her finger deep into her cunt whilst still cupping her left breast. As she withdrew her sticky finger and put it to her mouth I felt my dick reaching bursting point – and still the cameras clicked.
I quickly glanced down and, not without some pride, noticed that my prick (that had originally only reached as far as the line numbered 10) had now passed a yellow line and was into the red coloured squares on 32. The foreskin was fully retracted and the end, a deep shiny purple, was literally shining in the bright lights.
Back on the screen a man had appeared and was standing between her legs with an enormous erection inches away from the lips of her now glistening cunt.
“Okay,” said the sergeant, “Turn it off.” The screen went blank and I was pulled back from the partition yelping as my now swollen balls and prick were forced back through the hole with me – the hood catching on the edge of the gap and scraping painfully along the most sensitive part of my penis.
“You think that hurt,” it was Carver again, “You ain’t felt anything yet!”
“W..w..what’s going to happen?” I stuttered. Once again I was totally ignored.
It was the sergeant who spoke next, “Right get it bagged and we’ll have him before the judge.”
Josie came over and bent down to my feet, blocking off my view of what she was doing, her hand lifted my right foot off the floor, replaced it and then did the same for my left. I felt a piece of cloth being pulled up my legs and realised she was dressing me. Before I had time to breathe a sigh of relief I saw that the “clothing” was little more than a black pouch – it barely covered my still swollen prick that was roughly pushed into the bag.
“Undo his elbows,” the Sergeant instructed. Josie moved behind me and I felt my arms being released. Suddenly I was free – my hand shot round to cover my privates.
“Huh,” said Carver, “Waste of time doing that – we’ve got all the pictures we need for the Judge. Bring him through.”
Josie pushed me towards a heavily locked door. As she produced a large bunch of keys I couldn’t help wondering what had happened to the lovely little girl I’d known – how had she turned into such a hard-faced sadistic cow?
Before I had time to consider the reasons I found myself pushed into a large courtroom. I was amazed to see that it was packed to the rafters with people. I was pushed through to what looked like a giant fish tank stood on end, which I was roughly forced into before the glass door sprang shut. The “tank” was slightly higher than the backs of the seats – so I was above the level of most people’s eyes and feeling very exposed. I kept my hands in front of my pouch.
“All rise,” intoned the clerk to the court – the judge was a red-haired, voluptuous lady in her 40s. She strode in and sat at the bench and everyone sat – except me as there was no seat in the “dock”. “The prisoner will raise his hands above his head.
It took me a second to realise he was talking about me. I lifted my hands and suddenly felt them pinioned above me – two sliding panels had shot across and held my wrists securely over me.
“You are male citizen, 0258223 271205, of flat 125, George Street, Croydon.”
“Yes.”
“Speak up, man,” interjected the judge. “We need to hear you.”
“Yes,” I said louder.
“Yes, ma’am,” she instructed.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The clerk went on, “You are charged that on the 16th June 2010 you did, unlawfully, view pornography with a view to sexually arousing yourself and did then wilfully masturbate, contrary to the 2010 Purity Law subsection 22 paragraph 14 relating to Masturbatory and Pornography Rules: in which it is stated that “no person shall indulge in masturbatory techniques intended to result in a form of sexual gratification”; and “no person shall read, listen to, look at or in any way create, material that is of a pornographic nature.” How do you plead?”
“I, er, don’t understand….ma’am.”
The judge looked bored, “Were you wanking while looking at dirty pictures?”
“Er, yes.” A gasp shot round the court room.
“So you’re pleading guilty?”
“No, I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Let’s see the evidence.” She turned to Carver who had taken the witness stand. “Constable Carver – what have you got for us?”
“I apprehended the prisoner holding his erect penis in his hand and there were clear signs that he had been masturbating. I have pictures.” Photographs of my erection and the puddle of cum were flashed on a giant screen at the front of the courtroom.”
“And the pornography?”
Pictures taken from my computer screen were also shown – in each case small black squares had been placed over the nipples, cunts and pricks in the photos. Again the audience gasped and a mutter went around the room. These were followed by the pictures taken earlier of my prick rising against the scale.
“Silence,” the judge thundered. She then turned to me. “That was a rise from to 15 to 24 on the E-scale and an angle difference from 45o to 91 o! What have you got to say for yourself?”
“N..nothing, ma’am.” There was nothing I could say.
“In that case I find you guilty. As you are the first to be punished under the new law I feel that I need to be harsh – for your good and as a warning to other. I will not take the extreme case of castration – but will use all of the intermediate steps. You will be sentenced to the following punishments – First you will undergo Public Humiliation, then the Testicle Twist and Crush Torture – you will then have your penis placed in The Tube and be hanged by the testicles; after that you will be placed in The Iron Mask. Finally you will undergo Ordeal by Fire. This should serve as a lesson to you – and to all men.”
I was quickly bundled out of the courtroom and back into the Police station.
“Ooh,” said Josie, “this is going to be so much fun!”
“Wwwhat’s going to happen?” I finally asked.
Chapter 3 – Pain And Humiliation
"Tomorrow," said Carver with smile on her face, "We'll put you on public display – that should be interesting because you'll be open to whatever any passers-by might think of to amuse themselves. But first we have the Testicle Twist. As this is the first time it will be interesting to see what degree of rotation we can 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 said. "Degree of rotation? I don't understand."
"There's a lot you don't understand, "said 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 through which I had been photographed. This time I would not be able to see what was happening on the other side. Carver pushed me right up to the wall.
"Put your hands above your head," she instructed. Not knowing what else to do I raised my hands and felt them suddenly pinioned against the wall in some form of cuff – my hands were unmovable. "Spread!" she pushed my right ankle with her foot so I quickly understood what she wanted. This time my ankle was clipped into a leg-iron. "And the other!"
As I stood with my legs spread apart, hands above my head, wearing only the flimsiest of pouches I wondered how it could be that, only an hour earlier, I'd been sat in the comfort of my own home "playing" on the computer.
"Now," Carver said to Josie, "This 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 won't be needing this any longer," Carver said and, after a second's panic, I realised that she had cut the waistband on the pouch – now I was naked again.
Suddenly I felt my balls being grasped from behind. Was this what they were going to do – stand there and twist them? But she didn't twist – she squeezed until she was holding only one ball and then I felt it being forced through the hole I had seen. It only just fitted. I understood what she had said about pushing and pulling. Carver was thrusting my bollocks through 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 are the other side. Then I twist it until I can't physically turn it any further. In theory I should manage at least 300 degrees of turn – but we shall see."
I felt a pinching sensation as she slid the clip trapping my balls the other side of the wall. At that moment a small aperture appeared in the wall level with my eyes and I could see through – 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 life directly in line with my eyes. All I could 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. The background (where I should have been) was a grid with the numbers 90, 120, 270 and 360 followed by the degree symbol – they were arranged with the 90 at 12 o'clock, the 120 at 3 and so on. The clip pointed to the 360 degree mark.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," it was the Sergeant's voice, "0258223 271205 will now undergo the first punishment for masturbation. Police Officer Josie White will turn his testicles, in multiples of 90 degrees. 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 90 degree 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. Once more, in spite of myself, I felt my dick swelling. The sensation disappeared almost immediately as she turned the clip to 120 degrees.
"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. The hand appeared and yanked the clip to the 270 degrees.
"Nooooooooooooooo! Please!" I screamed. The pain was incredible – it felt 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. Suddenly this pain meant I was beginning to regret my pastime in front of 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 pulling 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 that will hurt even more – I must stand up straight.'
Carver's face appeared in the screen in front of 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 penis and testicles are a private playground. The Purity Laws will not 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 271205 has yet to experience. Gentlemen – you have heard how he has suffered – feel it in your own testicles and be warned!"
With that the screen went blank and the sliding panel in front of 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 quickly removed and I was pulled back from the wall.
"No, wait!" I said. It had taken a lot of manoeuvring, one ball at a time, to get them through the wall – they wouldn't both come back through 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, "Unless you want some more of the Twister. How about 450 degrees?"
"No," my hands shot back up and were quickly pinioned behind my back. "I take it that that was my public humiliation?"
Josie's smile reappeared, "Oh no, that's where you're going now."
"G..going?" I asked.
"Well," said Carver, "You need the public for that, don't you?"
"Make sure that his hands are fastened," said 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 looked light so it could have been balsa wood). 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 could only see the back, and then grabbed my privates and pulled them through the hole. I was standing with this ridiculous board framing my dick and very sore balls.
"Do you know where the Police station is," asked the Sergeant.
"Er, yes."
"And you know where the High Street is?"
"Yes." I was puzzled by the sudden general knowledge questions.
"Benson's Department Store?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Because," said the Sergeant, "You will walk out of this station, to Benson's and that is where you will be on display. Do not wander from the obvious route as we will be watching on CCTV. This little device is called a Stinger," he produced a printed circuit the size of a postage stamp, "will be attached behind the board at the base of your dick. Fail to follow our instructions and you will feel a stabbing pain that will last for two seconds the first time; five the second, ten the third; and then will become constant if you disobey four times." He quickly taped the electronic device behind the board.
"Just to show you we'll demonstrate the two second burst," said Josie pressing a button a remote control handset.
"Ahhhh!" I yelled – it felt like someone had prodded my dick with a red-hot screwdriver – the pain flowed up to the very end and washed through my balls at the same time.
"Unfortunately your first stab will now be five seconds, as we can't reset it," said the Sergeant. "So do as you’re told or you'll get more from the Stinger."
"I'm sure, "Josie almost purred, "You wouldn't want that, would you?"
"No,"
"So," said 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 – totally naked, with my hands tied behind my back and a notice attached to my penis and testicles – in a public car park with instructions to walk through the middle of town. I caught sight of a woman getting out of her car and my first reaction was to duck behind a nearby bush. I moved from out that bush faster than I'd 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 halfway across the car park and desperate to get his whole experience over.
I walked through the streets towards the centre of town. It must have been about a mile and a half. Luckily the roads were not very busy at this point of the early afternoon – the strange thing was the very mixed reactions I got – most of the men simply looked the other way, as if embarrassed (though their embarrassment could not have been as great as mine!) It was the women who got me – older women gave me sidelong glances as if I were to be pitied. The younger women and girls, as young as early teens, were the most curious and the most antagonistic – particularly when they were in pairs or groups.
As I passed one group of three in their early twenties one called out, "Hey, call that thing a prick? It doesn't look worth wanking. Loser!" Her friends 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 until one spotted me.
"Look, girls, it's one of those sex people!"
"I can see his little willy!"
"What's 'wanking' mean, Miss?"
"It's something that dirty men do – and it's illegal. You need to take him as a warning, girls, men's lives are totally centred on those little giblets at the front."
"Is that what men stick in us, Miss?"
"Yes – now let's have you inside, girls. If you want to see more you'll have to go to the punishment point outside Benson's Department Store at the end of school."
I was more than pleased to have 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 said "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 271205, over here. Turn round," fiddled with something behind my back and I felt my bonds fall off. I don't know what got into me, maybe the sudden freedom, maybe the sight of the wall in the middle of town – whatever it was I decided to make a run for it. I got 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. When 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," said the shop girl in a matter-of-fact voice. "Now get over here and put your hands and feet where the manacles are."
I obeyed wordlessly and, within a few seconds, found myself spread-eagled against the side of the most popular store in town – wearing nothing but the notice board.
Within a few minutes a man of about my own age passed, "Hard luck mate!" Is what I think he said.
I was beginning to feel cold – a glance at my exposed privates showed them to shrinking to nothing. Almost an hour had passed and nothing had really happened: it suddenly struck me that this might not be too bad after all. How wrong can 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's that pervert," exclaimed a fattish girl with short hair.
"Ah yes, Miss White said we should have some fun with him," said her giggly tall and pony-tailed neighbour who was smoking a cigarette.
"Are we allowed to?" asked their mousy-looking companion.
"Yes – it's part of him punishment that we can do as we like – so long as we don't draw blood," said the tallest, who, I noticed, seemed to be a bit too tall for the skirt she was wearing – I felt sure I could see her knickers.
"What shall we do?" asked the fatter one – she seemed to have a shirt that was two sizes too small and a bra that was not really up to the job. Folds of her tits spilt over the tops of her cups – clearly visible through the almost translucent and skin-tight blouse.
"I know, Lisa," said the mousey almost boyish looking one, "let's poke his thing." She moved right up to me. "Hey, mister, that's not much of a prick you've got, is it?"
I didn't say anything – I mean what could I say?
"I asked you a question!" A thought suddenly crossed her mind. "Would you like to see my friend's tits?" She pointed at the fat girl. "Susan, show him your boobs."
"What, these," she asked. Her hands went up to her chest and she ran them over the tops, round the clearly-visible nipples, underneath and then cupped them and gave them a little jiggle. "Big, aren't they?"
Dicks have minds of their own – mine saw the tits and started to rise.
"Ooh," said the tall girl, Lisa, "you've made his prick get bigger, Susan."
"Ah," said 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 she'd released her left breast and it shot out of her shirt – the nipple pointed straight at me. "Woops," she said as she started to replace it – but it was too late, my member had sprung to attention.
"You dirty bugger," said Lisa. "Jenny, he's gone all stiff and throbby."
"– and it's wet and slimy," said Susan.
"Just what I thought," said Jenny. She took a box of matches out of her pocket and placed one in the end of my dick with the phosphor about an inch from the end of my prick. "Let's sing happy birthday," she said and brought her lighted cigarette closer towards me.
"No, no!" I yelled as I could 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 could 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 dick that made the flame burn brighter.
There was nothing I could do as the three girls danced around laughing and pointing. My earlier erection and excitement proved my salvation as the match suddenly slipped out and fell to the floor.
"Ah!" the three girls exclaimed in disappointment.
"Try it again, Jenny," said 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's our bus!" yelled Lisa. All three turned tail and fled.
I was beginning to feel much colder when the shop girl appeared again.
"Had a good time, pervert?" She caught sight of the match and cigarette end, "Someone's been busy. It's time you were going – I hear you're on the news tonight, I hope it hurt." As she leaned down to undo my ankles I had a sudden and very clear view of her perky breasts inside her shirt as they nestled in a black bra. She had to shake the manacles loose, causing her tits to swing left and right. As she stood up her head brushed against my rising prick. "Ooh," she said, "we don't learn, do we?"
With that she leaned over to my left hand and suddenly kneed me in the balls. The 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 set off back for the police station – glad that that ordeal was over.
Little did I realise what was still in store.
Chapter 4 – in a tight spot
On returning to the police station I was ushered into a small room that looked like a cell.
“Did you enjoy your time in town?” asked Josie. “Did you see lots of nice looking girls? I gather one of them wanted to show you her tits – but you were too tied up to do anything about it. Now, you know that you are in here because you were caught beating your meat. Obviously we don’t want you getting back into your old ways too soon.”
She produced what appeared to be a pair of pliers with about a five-inch nose to them. She removed my board and the electronic device and that made my balls sting again – they were still sore from the twisting they’d had and from the kneeing they’d taken from the shop girl.
She picked up a black tube that had a picture of skull and cross bones and some numbers along the side. With the long nose pliers she grasped my foreskin and pulled it through the tube. It wasn’t uncomfortable, which rather surprised me, and I couldn’t really see the point of it – Josie enlightened me.
“This is the Purity Tube, it’ll cause no discomfort whilst your prick remains flaccid. An erection will constrict its movement considerably. You would be advised to think only pure thoughts!”
She then took a black clip rather like one handcuff which said “The Clamp” on the side. She deftly clamped it around my nut sac just above my balls.
With that she left the room and I found myself alone for the first time since I’d been arrested. I had my hands tied behind my back and this tube was dangling and resting on my slightly tightened balls due to the constriction of the clamp, but causing no real discomfort.
The room was bare – there was nowhere to sit – just a pot in one corner (I guessed its purpose) and a television screen in the top corner. I squatted in the corner and waited – something was bound to happened, and it did.
The tv screen came to life and showed footage of the evening news. “The first man to be arrested under the new Purity Laws,” read the pretty brunette newscaster, “was found guilty today of masturbating in front of a computer. The court took very little time in finding him guilty and he began the punishments immediately. Part of the court order is that these punishments be made public – therefore we show the first three elements of his sentence.”
The scene cut from her to a close up of the ball twister I had been subjected to.
“Prisoner 0258223 271205 underwent the testicle twist in the police cells this afternoon. His testicles were place through an aperture and then clipped and turned.” The accompanying pictures showed the white box with my pink, hairy and floppy ball sac. A hand attached the clip and I winced as I watched them change colour through fiery red to purple as the clip was twisted. I heard my own yells as they were played back on the television and felt the burning pain all over again.
“Part two of his punishment was to walk to the city centre,” again footage was shown, “where he was tied for a couple of hours and some young girls amused themselves by attempting to set fire to his privates.”
As this was being shown my prick began to swell within the confines of the Tube. I glanced and saw that it was squeezing out of the end of the Tube and was beginning to ache. It was also making me feel randy – I could see the tip glistening with pre-cum. The pictures of the girls on screen playing with my prick were just too much. I grasped my dick, in its protective collar, and, in a few strokes felt myself about to cum. The Tube was tight enough to make the effort very easy.
“Prisoner 0258223 271205 is currently being held in a cell and his next penalties will depend on his reaction to his programme.” Suddenly the picture changed to one that must have been coming from a number of different cameras hidden in the cell. One was a close up of the shiny knob of my dick in the process of being wanked.
“As we can all see – he has not learned his lesson – he is masturbating even as this programme is being shown. Has this man got no self-control? He will certainly wish that he had as his is introduced to this device.” I stopped tossing myself off and hardly noticed the stream of spunk running over my hand as I looked at the bizarre contraption about six inches long with ugly wires running from one end to the other – they joined at one end and were vaguely in the shape of a penis. “This is the Cage – and he is about to be introduced to it. More on this story later. Other news…” The tv screen went blank.
At the same moment the door opened and Josie entered carrying the contraption they had called the Cage and Carver holding a two pound weight and a table about the size of a hall-stand. “Stand up!” Carver ordered. “Hands behind your back.”
I got to my feet and reluctantly did as she had said. Reluctantly because it meant that my erect prick was standing out in front of me trapped in its black Tube the end dripping with cum.
“You are disgusting,” Josie hissed. “Look at you – wanking yourself off at the drop of a hat. Well the Cage will stop that game. But first you must be punished for wanking. Hands behind on this table.”
My hands were pinioned in place one either side of the table and then a tape was passed round my middle holding my prick up against my stomach – I felt the wet stickiness of my spunk as it pressed against my belly. The height of the table was such that my balls sat on the table.
“Open your mouth,” Carver ordered. In surprise I did and a rope was placed between my teeth. “Now bite this like your life depends on it.” I wondered what was going on. Suddenly I felt the chain in mouth becoming very heavy.
“You are holding a two pound weight between your teeth,” Josie explained. “It is poised directly in line with your balls, so when you let go it will land on them.”
“She says “when” because there is no “if” about it, as you will stay there until it has been dropped,” Carver explained.
I looked down and saw the two pound weight dangling about four inches above my bollocks – there was no way I could move them and I could lean down no further. I broke out into a sweat and my jaw began to tremble which made holding the weight even more difficult.
“Your best bet,” said Josie in her most seductive voice, “Is to let go as soon as possible and get it over and done with. On the other hand you could stand there all night and the fear would increase with every minute.”
There was nothing I could do. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. A millisecond later the world exploded and I screamed.
I looked down, expecting to see a mess of blood – there was nothing to see except the weight sitting on my throbbing testicles. Clearly this was a punishment that was more to do with psychology than real harm.
“Did you enjoy that?” Carver asked Josie.
“You bet I did. Can we do it again?”
“Only if he decides to wank himself off again.” Carver undid my hands as Josie removed the weight. Not for the first time my hands went to my privates. “Stand against the wall.”
I stood with my back to the wall as Carver left the room with her little table and weight.
The shock had been enough for my sticky prick to shrink back inside the Tube like a snail retreating into its shell.
Josie knelt in front of my, her face only inches from me. From this angle I could see into her open blouse and had a full view of her round pink tits nestling in her white lacy bra. I could also see that her nipples were standing out and causing the fabric of her shirt to stretch. In spite of my pain this was enough to start me rising again.
She had plastic gloves on and grasped the Tube and both pulled and twisted at the same time. Luckily I had not swollen to my full stature and the cum helped to lubricate it – nonetheless the removal of the Tube was like having a Chinese burn on my cock.
“Oh don’t be such a wimp.” She ran one finger from the top to the tip of my prick. “I bet you like that, don’t you? I said don’t you?”
“Er, yes.” I didn’t know what to say. I realised that I could not trust Josie. Even as her finger ran round the end of my knob and chucked me under the freman I began to worry even more.
“Open your legs.” As I did she put her hand under my balls, as if she was weighing them. After the pain of the weight even touching them was painful.
“Aaargghh!” I screamed. I was so taken by the pain that I hardly noticed what she was doing next until she stepped back. I looked down and saw that my dick was encased in a kind of cage – short enough whilst I was flaccid (the ball-squeezing had seen to that) – anchored into place by a red strap fastened around the stem of my prick and the top of my ball sac – it was locked in place by a small padlock.
“Right, try wanking with that on! I’ve got to test it for size and tightness – so don’t misunderstand what I’m about to do.” With that she started to unbutton her blouse. Her breasts came into view looking like two large eggs in egg cups. In one deft movement she had her tits out over the top and I saw the dark brown nipples standing tall. With her left hand she caressed her left nipple whilst her right hand dived below her belt and it did not take a genius to work out that she was fingering her herself.
“Would you like to put your prick into my soft wet cunt?” she asked.
Stupid question – it reacted like a race had been started. Then I found out what it was all about. The inside of the Cage wasn’t smooth (like the Tube) – it was made of strong wires which dug into the shaft of my penis as it tried to grow. The head hit against the end wiring and dug into the skin as my erection could move no further.
If the Tube ached the Cage was painful. My hands shot down to pull it off – but the restraining strap prevented even a millimetre of movement as it pulled against my badly bruised balls.
“Does it hurt?” Josie was fully dressed again, she’d done her job. “Good. Well think on this – in about half an hour someone will come in through that door and lead you to the gallows where you will be attached to a noose…by the balls. And that may be enough to pull them off. So enjoy, while you can.”
With that she whirled round and left the room. I was alone with my thoughts, a painful erection that wouldn’t go away, and a terror of what was yet to come.
Chapter 5 – Wrenched
I was not alone for more than half an hour when the door opened and all three of them, Josie, Carver and the Sergeant, entered.
“Stand up,” commanded the Sergeant. “Carver, check that his testicles are ready for hanging.”
Carver walked up to me, her face a few millimetres away from mine, I could feel her peppermint breath on my face. She gave the slightest of smiles and I felt her hand, quite gently, run up my thigh and then gently cup each sore ball in turn. She gave each a slight squeeze without taking her eyes off my face. “Oh yes,” she said, so quietly I thought she was talking to me, “They’ll do very nicely.”
She turned away so suddenly it made me jump – but the effect of her proximity had had the painful effect of making my cock swell even more within the confines of the uncomfortable Cage. I could feel the end of my prick forcing itself against the end bars of the contraption. Unfortunately the sensation served to increase my erection within its straitjacket.
“Gets his hands behind him,” instructed the Sergeant – Josie had them fastened together before I realised what was going on. “Right, take him out.”
“Wh…where am I going?” I stuttered.
“To the gallows, but you’ll be back,” he replied.
“This is one hanging that won’t kill,” Carver added as she walked towards me carrying a short chain. She attached it to one of the rings at the end of the Cage. A second chain was attached to a similar ring at the base of my prick. “Follow me, she said and tugged on the first chain.
I had no choice as it pulled the Cage tighter round my prick and could not slip off as it was firmly anchored around my balls.
“You might wish it had killed you, though,” Josie added as we left the cell.
I was led, by my prick along corridors and up and down staircases until I had lost all sense of direction. Carver set off at a pace and I had to nearly run to keep up with her. I fell heavily against the banisters at one point but managed to right myself. Shortly after that I slipped and fell to the ground. Carver showed no interest – she simply pulled on the chain until I had clambered back to my feet.
We went through a final black door and I found myself in a room not unlike a court of law. On the raised platform where the judge might have sat was a black metal frame with cross bars at waist height. One of the bars had a large lead weight attached with a heavy knot. The rest of the room was packed with people – most of them women ranging from late teens to grandmothers. They were in a state of high excitement that changed to a hush as they realised that I had been brought in. I realised, initially with some relief, that they weren’t all looking at me – until I saw that, to either side of the raised platform, were large tv screens displaying a close-up of my imprisoned penis.
I was taken over to the frame – my hands were untied and re-fastened to the top one of the three bars. The chain attached to end of my Cage was fastened to a second chain that went up to the ceiling. A second chain was fastened to the one that had dangled from near my balls on the Cage. Carver walked over to a winding handle on the wall and turned it which pulled the chains tight until I was standing on tip toe – being pulled up by the prick – the women cheered.
“Ladies,” Josie spoke in a clear, practiced voice, “You are here today to witness the legal penalty being paid by 0258223 271205 for masturbating – not only in his own room, but also here in the Police cells.”
There was a gasp from around the room – I thought it sounded like one of anticipation. A woman on the third row – about 35, long raven-black hair wearing a white top that was two sizes too small for her – caught my eye. I don’t understand how I could seem to see one person amongst so many but she seemed to leap out of the room at me. The woman smiled as if she knew that I was looking directly at her.
“He has suffered the testicle twist, public humiliation and the Tube. For his recent behaviour he has been placed in the Cage – it is designed to bend his penis unnaturally. If he becomes erect it will bite into the tissue of his penis and will cause bruising. The Cage will increase the pain involved in the forthcoming testicle suspension.”
Carver was walking across with a thin rope – the end tied in noose.
“This noose,” Josie continued, “will be placed around his testicles and attached to this seven pound weight…” A gasp went round the room and my eyes nearly fell out when I saw the size of the weight and realised what they were going to do. “..it will then be dropped – causing the noose to tighten around his testicles and excruciating pain.”
The women cheered – raven-hair continued to look straight at me with the little smile playing on her lips.
I tried to concentrate on her face so that I wouldn’t think about what was happening – but that is not easy when you are standing on tip toe being wrenched upwards by your dick and knowing that your balls about to undergo the kind of pain you have never even dreamt of.
“The noose,” Josie was still talking, “is placed around the sac, so.” I felt a tightening around by bollocks a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. “I then show the prisoner the weight.”
I couldn’t avoid seeing it – she held it in front of my face.
“The rope is then placed between his teeth, the clever part of this punishment,” she explained, “is that there is an element of suspension…” Gales of laughter swept around the packed room at her pun and she paused. “There is an element of suspension in that he will not know when the pain will come – because it will happen when he lets go.” She turned to me. “Open your mouth!”
I kept my mouth firmly closed.
“If you don’t I will hold the weight above your head and drop it from that height,” she warned me. My mouth shot open. “Right, bite.”
I bit into the rope and took the strain of the half pound weight. I thought for about ten seconds that I could cheat them – I could cope with this for hours. Then Carver gave the handle on the wall another turn – I was standing on the very tips of my toes. Sweat started to pour off my face – it ran down to my mouth making the holding of the weight even more difficult.
Carver gave another jerk on the handle and I felt the rope slipping from my mouth. I f I let get it would surely take my balls with it. My legs were trembling with the effort of holding me up.
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