Hanged by His Balls....

Hanged by His Balls.....

God...this was a crazy town, and I should have ridden right on through instead of making the stop. The boy sure looked scared when I saw him at the jail yesterday, and hell, now I know why. He really hadn’t done anything any warm blooded horny young male wouldn’t want to do. He sure hadn’t raped anyone! That’s my opinion of course, and it doesn’t count for much. Still, most young’ins I guess can and do control themselves better than he did and most teens are generally more careful when they first start fucking. Still, the girl was a hot number and it was easy to see where the desire had been and why the caution had been thrown aside.. I figured that the girl had probably asked for him to do her, and if not then she almost certainly went along with it. Yeah, just two school kids out fucking, that’s just what it looked like to me. Still, the town lacked any sense of humor and the puritan roots were sure coming out now. The township was looking to blame someone, and the boy got all of the blame sure as shit he did. The bummer was he was a sharp, good looking kid too, and if he had anyone speakin’ on his behalf he might have escaped this nightmare, that’s for sure! If he had done her in a big city like Dodge or Laramie he probably wouldn’t have faced much in the way of consequences, and hell, he might have even gotten a pat on the back from his schoolmates. But this wasn’t a big city, and there didn’t seem to be anyone congratulating him. Yeah, this was some place! Hell, I’ve been through a LOT of towns in my lifetime, but I’ve never ever been to one as stuck up and old-fashioned as this one. Sure, I’ve heard of frontier justice and all that, but still, I’ve never heard of anyone being punished like this kid. God. Hell, he just fucked her cause she wanted him to. Yeah, that’s the way it seems to me. She didn’t say that of course, but no girl is gonna admit she asked for it....not if she doesn’t want to be labeled a whore she won’t. Still, I think its pretty plane that this boy didn’t rape anyone. What really gets me is I just don’t see why they all are so upset about it. Teenagers have been fucking since time began I suppose. Hell, I even remember myself when I was seventeen sneaking out after school and doing Mary Jane Tanner. God. Still you would think now, in 1852, that people would be more tolerant than they are. The kid probably could have gotten away with it, and nobody would have cared even, ‘cept that with her belly growing by the day it was sure obvious somebody had knocked her up and there wasn’t any way THAT could be ignored. She had finally told on him and he hadn’t denied doing it...said he loved her and all that and even agreed to marry her. But in this town that didn’t count for much. It sure didn’t help him that her father was the judge, and the girl swore it was all his idea and she had tried to tell him no but he had forced her. The boy claimed she had consented and had wanted him inside of her, and hell, as far as I was concerned his story was a lot more plausible than hers. But then I’m not the judge with the teenage daughter whose reputation I have to protect. But shit....her story just doesn’t fly with me. Hell, what else could she say with daddy hanging over her every word? While I didn’t see the trial I don’t imagine that he had much of a chance. Still, he did do it, fuck her that is, and that much isn’t really in question. I would have thought a quick little wedding might have been more appropriate, and if he had been from a family of money it might have even gone that way. They could have dealt with it in a lot of better ways than this. I would have even thought if they had to do something then a little jail time might have taught him a lesson and at least left him a man. MAYBE he might have deserved that. To me he was just a hot teenage boy, filled with raging hormones, doing what hot young males do when they get together with a hot girl and are left unsupervised. I wouldn’t have even given him jail time, no sir I wouldn’t. Looking at him, hell, he looked like a kid to me, and if I had my druthers I’d have just put him over a knee and blistered his teenage bottom. Yeah, that’s how I would have handled it. He wasn’t too old for a good whipping and that would have been a lot more appropriate than the overblown reaction this crazy town is doin’. Yeah, that’s my opinion. But like I said before, my opinion isn’t worth much. Not here it isn’t. One thing for sure, this town sure lacks a sense of humor! Now, its true I’ve seen men hanged for doin’ a woman they should have left alone. But not when the woman wanted it as much as the man. Even so, I’ve never seen any man ever be sentenced like this boy has been sentenced. Yet, I can’t resist the temptation to see it, and so along with the rest of the town I have come out to watch the spectacle even though I may regret it later.

God....there he is! They are dragging him out of the jailhouse now. Shit....they said he was eighteen, but hell, he looks younger to me. No matter, whatever his age he’s not too happy and with his hands tied behind his back and the two big deputies at his side he looks petrified. He is getting half dragged out to the gallows. He’s a good looking lad, with jet black hair. They got him in just his pants....for some reason they have stripped him of his shirt and you can see him sweatin’ in the sun, his tanned skin taut and his ripped abs visible as he struggles. His entire back glistens with his sweat and the fear in his eyes is unmistakable. Who can blame him? As they drag him closer I can see him better now. Yeah, he’s young, and he looks like sixteen or seventeen instead of an eighteen year old. Hell, he could pass for younger than that. No hair on his chest, and there aint’ any line of hair down below his belly button either. He’s got one of those ripped stomachs so many of the young guys have, and his smooth chest and his baby face definitely make him look young and innocent. Hell, I don’t think his face as ever seen a razor, and the way his cheeks are flushed red he looks like a boy in need of a spanking more than a man in need of a hanging. Shit. As he passes me, his eyes are wide with fear, and I notice just a wisp of hair on his upper lip. More of a slight shadow than anything you could call a mustache. It’s not much, but I guess it’s enough and he’s obviously old enough to have put that prick of his where it didn’t belong. It’s too bad, and yet looking at the faces in the crowd there doesn’t seem to be much sympathy for him and I’d even have to say they looked eager.

There is a group of young men that appear to be his age, all watching with an interest and I figure they must be his schoolmates. Some of the boys look more than eager, almost like they are excited to watch it happen. I look at them, wondering what they are thinking, and as I stare their way its apparent to me, if to noone else, that more than one of them has a prick that is stiff in his pants eager to watch the unmanning. I see that the girl has come out to watch too, and I see her belly and his seed growing inside of her and I can’t help but think they would all be better off together. I see him look to his schoolmates and he blushes red, and then he notices her too, and as he looks her way she looks down at the dirt, trying to ignore his gaze.

He starts struggling then, desperate to keep from being dragged up the stairs. It’s no use, and as we all watch they half-drag, half-pull him up and then up again, stair after stair, with him fighting as they drag him all the way. The boys in his class giggle as they watch him struggle, and its obvious more than one of them is enjoying his misery. It doesn’t take that long and they have him up at the top. Thirteen. Yeah, thirteen stairs and then he’s on the platform.....still struggling. As I watch they don’t hesitate, almost as if they are anxious to get it started. The deputies are grabbing his belt, and pulling it off of him. He is fighting the two deputies but a third is there now, and as we all watch they unsnap his pants and then, as he struggles, they pull the youth’s pants down his legs and all the way to his ankles. His face goes red, bright red, and whatever he might have had on underneath his pants has already been taken from him at the jail, cause he doesn’t have nothing on now! God! The humiliation of being forced to stand so exposed is shocking to the boy....you can sense his humiliation as he tries to turn from the crowd to hide his genitals. The gesture is useless, and as the deputies hold him in place his balls and cock are on display and its obvious its almost more than the boy can stand. The entire town is staring at him and everything that makes him the man that he is. He is naked, stark naked, and as the boy’s prick bounces out, semi-rigid, jutting from his pubic mound, the crowd almost gasps as one. It isn’t the boy’s prick that catches everyone’s attention though. No, it’s his balls. The youth’s huge sack is hanging down, under his prick, full and large. But, more than his sac, what catches everyone’s attention, including mine, is that a ring of iron is clearly visible around the top of the boy’s scrotum. The ring has obviously been put in place as part of the preparations for the teenager’s punishment, and I instantly realize why the blacksmith was out earlier when I went to look for him. The boy’s entire sack is huge, and its easy to see that the metal ring at the top of his scrotum is so tight and has been made so small that both of his testicles are bulging out below, squeezed so tight that the skin of his scrotum looks so thin that the balls themselves are apparent and visible. Its almost like they are trapped like two plums ripe for the picking. The boy looks down, at his own scrotum, and as he sees his bulging testicles and the iron ring that traps them his face flushes even redder and it almost looks to be sunburned.

The boy is struggling like a madman then. He keeps saying “No...oh NO...please, NO!” over and over. Tied to the beam above his head there is a rope. Its fairly short and I can see there is no noose on the end. Instead, it has been tied to a small chain, and as I watch the deputies bring the chain down, until the end is next to the boy’s bulging balls. He tries to move away, but can’t, and then, as we all watch, they slip the chain around and through the loop of iron that entraps his balls, and then they slide a locking pin in place to hold it secure. It has only taken minutes, but it is done. My eyes follow the chain, up to the rope just above his head, and then to the beam that is higher still. There is a little slack in the chain, and it hangs down below his knees. As the boy stands there, I realize they have literally chained him by his balls to the beam that runs the length of the platform. God. They really are going to hang him by his balls...and the boy knows it. While one of the deputies holds the boy steady, another one reaches down to the boy’s ankles and pulls off the youth’s britches that are bunched there. Then, he takes a set of leg irons and closes them around the boy’s ankles, keeping them close together and making sure the boy doesn’t go anywhere. Next, having secured the boy, the other deputy reaches up, to where the boy’s balls are, and as we all watch he takes another piece of leather, thin and only about a foot long, and loops it around the boy’s sack above where the metal ring rests. Then, with a jerk, he snaps the leather into a knot, and as he jerks the knot tight the boy grunts as his scrotum is suddenly shut completely closed like a purse. The boy spasms, and then he slams his thighs together like a trap, in a useless gesture to protect his manhood, and as he does that a ripple of laughter goes through the crowd. His face reflects the pain, and his balls flush red as it is done. The boy looks down and sees it....his eyes taking it all in....the red balls bulging in their knotted sack, and the pain of the leather real and intense. He looks up, and I see him take in the chain going up, past his head...to the rope and finally tied over the beam above him. He tries to move...you can see him still wanting to turn and run, and he starts to waiver and almost falls from his legs that are chained together. One of the deputies steadies him...and the youth seems desperate then, the look on his face one of realization and fear of what is to come.

The deputies then step away and off to the side, and the boy is left alone, standing on the man platform that is hinged on one side. His prick rises up from the little black patch of hair above it, and the boy’s stiff prick seems to have risen as if it was eager to expose his balls and prepare for their hanging. Suddenly, they are reading his sentence, and as they do the crowd goes quiet and we all lean to listen.

“You, Jason Robert Stillman, have been tried and found guilty of the crime of rape by a jury of your peers. You are a disgrace to your family and to your school and an embarrassment for this township. You have been sentenced to be hanged by your balls until they are dead. May God have mercy on your manhood. Do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried out?”

There is laughter from the crowd, and from the expressions around me its obvious many are anxious to watch the lad’s castration. God. As for the boy, he is babbling...the fear so great he can’t find the words. He is begging, that much is apparent, and then he is crying and he starts to try and walk but he can’t move. I can make out the “Pleaseeeeeee” and the “NO”.....and he seems to be repeating the words and as he glances around the crowd it is almost as if his eyes are desperate to find sympathy. Its obvious he is one petrified teenager, and the crowd seems to feed on his fear.

There is a drum roll then.....and we all look....to the platform and the hangman that holds the lever. God....is that what you call him? The boy yells out “OH GOD... PLEASE..... NOOOOOOOOO! DON’T!!!!!” just as the Sheriff gives the nod and the lever is pulled. In that instant the entire platform beneath the boy’s feet falls away and he starts to slide, dropping in the process. He drops about half way to the ground, and as he does so he suddenly jerks to a stop, then bounces back up a few feet before he falls again with a snap. As his body jerks the boy screams, a blood curdling scream as the chain snaps taught and his balls suddenly take his weight. He flips over, and then, he is suddenly hanging, upside down.....and spinning...oh-so-slowly about four feet from the ground. He is struggling....his body jerking in spasms as his balls stretch out....the boy’s entire scrotum literally stretching almost a foot in length. The weight of the leg irons slowly brings him around, turning him in mid-air, and then only a few seconds after he made the drop he is upright, slowly spinning around and around held only by the chain on his scrotum. The boy is leaning back at about a forty-five degree angle, his head looking up and his balls stretched out and holding him. I wasn’t expecting that....I thought the balls would rip off but they held him there, suspended just above the ground, swinging, literally by the essence of his manhood.

He is delirious with pain, and from his lips the screams continue....more of a wail than a scream, something between an animal and a man....or less than a man perhaps. The expression on his face is of total agony...the young man suddenly wishing he never had balls! His entire body jerks continuously.....his legs flailing in and out as he bends his knees, then straightens them and then bends them again....struggling perhaps to release some of the pressure or to find some relief from the misery his balls have become. As everyone watches the boy’s prick has grown completely rigid....and as we watch it continues to stiffen. His big purple head pops out of his foreskin, and the end glistens with the fluids of his manhood. Soon it is so stiff and jutting it looks obscene, and yet he struggles like a madman seemingly not to notice the change and his screams just blend slowly into a long, continuous cry that seems to have no beginning and certainly has no end.

He slowly spins on the chain....dangling by his balls. His hands are still tied tightly behind his back, but you can see him working them, struggling to get them free and to try and save himself. He dances the hangman dance, but his struggles are useless, and its obvious he realizes he can’t work them free. His body shifts and he’s on his back, suspended in the air and slowly turning by his balls. He bends his waist and then straightens out, again and again and it almost gives the impression he is humping the chain that holds him. He is one desperate teenager, struggling so hard to do something, ANYTHING, and then in his desperation he is jerking his entire body then like a wild animal in some kind of obscene trap. It’s almost as if he is trying to jerk hard enough to pull his balls off and in doing so get free..... I hold my breath, and I find myself praying that will happen and they will tear free and separate and so end his misery. But it doesn’t happen. The boy struggles, and his twists and turns grow even more desperate. God...how can his balls hold him? If only they would castrate him and end his misery! But they don’t and his balls stretch out some more, the sac so gross that it doesn’t even look human. He is mad with the pain, and try as he may he is unable to jerk them free. They somehow hold his weight and continue to suspend him. He is crazy with the pain, and he opens his eyes and closes them...then opens them again....then he is looking out at the crowd. His eyes are wide with the pain, desperate and he is screaming for mercy from a merciless crowd. Everyone but me it seems is laughing. All of his schoolmates, except for one, are laughing so hard it is almost a roar, and the town is clapping and cheering and seeming to be enjoying every rotation of his body and every moment of his pain. I’ve never seen anything like it. As he jerks his legs and bends his knees, it forces his body to move about, still swinging from his sac. When he bends his knees his head swings straight down, and he hangs upside down, the boy’s balls so stretched out that it gives the appearance the skin will fail at any moment. Then, as he arches his back and straightens his legs, his body flips around, the weight of the leg irons enough to pull him back up, almost straight up and down....his head up in the air for a moment before he bends his knees again and rolls back over, slowly, spinning in two directions on his stretched out balls. The balls seem to twist in the process...his scrotum taking the twist and the boy’s huge balls bulging even tighter as it happens.

Time seems to drag...and the boy is sweating, his entire body glistens in the hot sun as he struggles and dances on the end of the rope. His life has become nothing but agony. His prick seems to jut out from his little patch of pubic hair, and then, as we are watching, he suddenly starts to grunt and then his prick spasms and then, when you would least expect it, long lines of the boy’s semen just seem to jet out of his untouched cock. The boy is grunting and jerking as his body spurts like a fountain, and the crowd roars as it happens. For the boy, his orgasm seems to bring him no pleasure. Instead, it’s more like a last, desperate act from a set of dying balls. Still, he squirts again and again, the youths huge load splashing out of his dick and literally splattering like raindrops into the dirt as he spins from his balls. As he ejaculates the last of his seed the boy seems to almost collapse inwardly, slowly losing his strength as he spurts his manhood. Soon, he is empty, the spasms of his last orgasm dying with his balls. After that his struggles slow and his scream turns to a babble and then to a low, continuous whimper. He seems to be gasping for air and his balls change color. At first they were bright red, but they are dark now, and as we watch they grow darker still. They do not look like the balls of a human anymore They are so dark they look purple, and are distended, almost like a grotesque bulge at the end of a tube of skin.

He hangs and hangs. I feel my heart racing, wondering how long it has taken. Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? More? Perhaps less. Some people begin to walk away. The boy is still conscious, but I have no idea how long he will stay that way. I do not see an end, and began to wonder if they will leave him this way to die. He just slowly goes around and around, and whenever he bends his knees he upends himself and his balls seems to twist again. He grunts when that happens and arches his back, and as his extends his legs he flips back over and grunts again. God! I wonder if it will ever end! Suddenly, I see one of his classmates, the one boy who wasn’t laughing, start to move toward him, and as he leaves the line of his friends and begins to walk up to the lad, I can only wonder what will happen. Nobody says anything. Then, as we watch, I see him reach to his waist and pull out his knife. The blade is long, and sharp, and the metal glints in the sunlight. The hanging boy looks at him, and the two boys’ eyes meet. I am close enough that I hear it when the youth with the knife says “I can’t do it for you Jason....I can’t cut you down.” Then as the boy spins around one more time, slowly, the youth with the knife reaches out and cuts the rope that binds his friend’s wrists. As he does so, the boy’s hands come apart...and he immediately reaches out desperately and grabs the chain that holds his balls and drives the pain that is still consuming him. He grasps the chain that holds his balls with his hands so hard his hands turn white, and its apparent that he is pulling upward and with a desperation that causes every muscle in his body to strain. He is gripping the chain like a crazed madman, and you can see his desperation as he tries to pull himself up and relieve the pressure on his balls. At first it appears to be working, and he manages to pull himself up and then up some more....but the beam is high over his head and the platform has fallen away and is no more. There is nothing he can climb up to, but he climbs anyway, up the chain. About half way up he hesitates, and he stays suspended then, not going up and his balls are no longer stretched. Nothing moves, and to boy seems to be stuck there, stranded as he grips the chain. But, there is no strength left in his arms and its obvious he is unable to go any further. Worse, he starts to slip and you can see him desperately trying to maintain his grip. His arms are shaking, and then the quivering intensifies and to more laughs from the crowd the youth loses his grip, falling back to the end of the chain with a snap. He convulses from the impact, and the shudder seems to rack his body. As he falls back and jerks with the impact, he screams so loud I want to cover my ears, the scream so intense as his purple balls are jerked once again, taking all his weight one more time as he cries out from the misery. His eyes are wide with desperation. He looks to his friend and says “PLEASE HELP ME...PLEASE.” No one says anything and his friend does nothing at first. Then, slowly, the boy who is his friend, simply reaches out and offers his knife to the boy hanging by his balls. You can see the desperation, and then the youth grabs it, and then in a flash he brings it up and tries to saw the chain. His one arm pulls upward on the chain again as he tries to take some of the pressure off his hanged nuts....and with the other he saws the knife back and forth and back and forth against the metal chain, hoping and begging and desperate to somehow cut through it and get himself down. He is screaming “God...oh please....please...oh pleaseeeeee knife cut it...cut the chain!” as he works the knife and slices the steel against the chain.. He saws and saws but makes no progress against the links of iron. While we watch him sawing with the knife, dulling it, his body begins to spins around faster. Suddenly he cries out again and his hand loses the grip on the chain. The tears are flowing down his face then, and you can almost sense that moment when he realizes it is hopeless. Everyone is suddenly cheering......

“DO IT.....DO IT.......DO IT........DO IT.......DO IT.......DO IT.......DO IT!”

The teenager is beside himself.....and as the realization of what he must do consumes him he slowly moves his hand with the knife down...down to the only thing he can do to cut himself free. He hesitates.....holding the knife against his own balls.....against what’s left of his manhood, purple and distended even as it is. He’s got the knife right up against the metal ring, which is an inch away from the leather tie. Time slows again......and he seems to think about it......the crowd cheering him on and encouraging him to finish his own castration.

“DO IT.....DO IT.......DO IT........DO IT.......DO IT.......DO IT.......DO IT!”

You can see him hesitating, but the pain is so great and the hope is totally gone from him and its apparent that he realizes he has no options. He looks out to the crowd and his eyes lock with the girl. She is screaming too.....”DO IT DO IT DO IT.” Suddenly, he closes his eyes and then his hand is in motion, and as I watch the teenage boy begins to saw the dull knife through his own balls. They are stretched so tight that the skin begins to rip as he starts the cut, and then he is sawing his hand faster and faster, desperate to make the cut and be done with it. He screams as he castrates himself, and while he is making the slice I see his prick spasm again, and then as a final shot of semen shoots from his dick suddenly the knife completes the cut and the boy falls free from his balls. He hits the dirt flat on his back and his stiff prick pumps out his last fluids from his manhood onto his belly. The teenager’s balls remain behind, for a minute, still held by the ring and the chain that is hooked to it. Then, slowly, the severed scrotum slips free of the ring, and as it does so is seems to fall almost in slow motion, until it lands with a splat onto the boy’s own belly. The boy’s testicles spill out of the top of the sac then, and seem to quiver on his stomach as they are exposed to the air. Looking at his shredded balls laying in his pool of semen is almost more than I can take. I almost vomit and start to move away from the scene. As I do so, the crowd suddenly is clapping and the clapping grows in intensity until it is a roar. I turn to look one more time, and as I do the entire town literally erupts in glee, and the hanged teenager’s eyes roll back in his head and he collapses completely, the teen no longer a man and his nine inch prick slowly losing it’s last erection. I shake my head as I realize that this boy’s fucking days are over.

[Authors note: © Copyright May, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments are appreciated, more than you can know. Nathan9001@yahoo.com]