On our farm we kept cattle and made large quantities of hay and straw each summer.  The barn where this was stored was about 300 feet long 50 feet high and 75 feet wide. In this we were able to stack about 7500 bales of hay for the winter.

This particular summer a university friend of mine, Stuart was helping us at ‘hay time’ to stack the hay.  Stuart and I were the best of mates, very close though nothing sexual at all. In fact we had never discussed our sexuality though I had found him very attractive at university being a fit 18 year old. Neither of us was tall we were an average 5 feet 9 inches. We were stocky guys who played in the first rugby team. We were broad chested guys strong legged and at the onset of our manhood.

At the end of the summer semester and having passed our exams we bunked off a week early to help my father, on the farm, to stack the hay.  The hay was carted in from the field by tractor and bale pick-up that dumped thirty bales at a time to be stacked by Stuart and myself. It was easy for us to throw the bales up using the bale elevator and during the time we spent waiting for the next load we would chat about everyone at university and any subject that took our fancy. It was Stuart who broached the subject of sexual fantasy and asked me what fantasies I ever had? I had never considered this but for some reason I commented that being a prisoner of war, being tortured at the hands of a male captor was I found a surprisingly erotic fantasy.  After the next three loads of hay had been delivered we found we had developed the concept further. My telling him that I had wondered what it would be like to be suspended by the testicles, not knowing whether they could take the weigh of a man.  I thought he would freak at what I had told him but his response took me aback. Straight faced he told me he had had a similar fantasy and that maybe we should take the opportunity to live our fantasy out together.

And so during our work stacking the barn we planned out where we could enact our fantasy together, in total privacy with no one being able to detect us.

As a kid although, it was forbidden, my brothers and I had built many secret camps in the haystack. It was easy to build tunnels deep into the stack and to make a network of chambers.  We had many happy times playing spies crawling on our stomachs through the honeycomb of chambers.   With this in mind Stuart and I built the haystack so that it could be climbed easily. As we completed the top of stack, immediately under the roof of the barn, we left a narrow shelf of bales that enabled the climber to take a breather and to push an outer-facing hay bale into the stack revealing a narrow crawling passage with hay bales either side.  This ran about 15 feet into the middle of the stack and emerged into a chamber about 10 feet square and 5 feet deep.  The roof of the shed was immediately above, the walls and floor soft hay bales.   We had hay bales around the edge of the chamber on which we could sit and stand and a rectangle of bales in the middle that acted as a table.  Once inside no one would detect us, the hay was an excellent sound barrier muffling any noise from inside the stack.

And so one day after we had finished the stack and my family were, at cattle market. Stuart who was staying with us for the summer chose to stay at home, to enact our game together.  In the house we took a quick shower, and dressed in shorts, tee shirts and sneakers armed with a rucksack with water bottled, baler- twine a knife and blanket strode over to the hay barn.  With no one around we scaled the outside of the stack and quickly entered the chamber.

Safely inside we were both rather nervous.  In the twilight of the chamber we undressed in silence standing back to back each rather embarrassed at the prospect of being in our boxers in front of each other.  It was surreal, two fit young lads together at last.  I turned to face Stuart and noticed his chest heaving slightly.  It had a shallow dense growth of brown curly hair that swept down and narrowed at his navel.  He looked at me and gave me a reassuring smile dropping his boxers to his feet feeing his cock that had been bursting to get free of the shorts.  It was majestic, and stood rock hard against his stomach.  His balls were large and hung low in their ball sac.  He was an Adonis, my Adonis.  He came to me caressing my smooth chest, moving the palms of his rough chaffed hands down to my boxers.  Although it was hot in the chamber I was shivering in the atmosphere as he swiftly removed my shorts revealing my eagerly awaiting erection.

What happened next was unimaginable.  He dropped to his knees and kissed my navel then slowly he traced his tongue down to the base of my cock.  Working up along the shaft he gradually took my cock enveloping it in his warm silky mouth.  The tip of his tongue flicked across the glands, slowly he moved me back against hay bales that we had built in the middle of the chamber and lifted me onto the top.  As I lay in ecstasy he ran his tongue the length of my shaft and slowly took its full length into his mouth. I could not help myself and grabbed his hair pulling his head down onto my cock, at the same time trusting my hips forward and ramming my cock into his throat, face fucking him.  As I did this he took my family jewels in his hands and at first gently caressed them, but quickly applied pressure. Looking into his eyes I could see the harshness of a man who always won, and got his own way, a look I often saw on the rugby pitch.

I lay on my back, the sweat gleaning on my torso and heart beating loud in my head in anticipation.  Once again Stuart took my balls and gently massaged them into the base of my ball sac.  “Okay Mike”, he said “I will tie your scrotal sac at the neck with baler twine he said.  It will be tight, as I have to make sure the twine does not slip when I start to suspend you he said. Do you want me to proceed?”  YES” I said.

Slowly he brought the twine around the top of my scrotum, I could feel the rope as he tied it around my balls and there was a sensation of increasing pressure as the neck of my ball sac as it was squeezed tight. As he did so he took one of the water bottles out and moistened the twine telling me that as it dried it would shrink tightening the ligature even further.  The pain was bearable in fact minimal it happened with such speed. Then Stuart strung a triple binding of twine over the concrete lintel in the roof space that was immediately above me and slowly he pulled on the twine so that my ball sac was pulled above my waist and lower body.  The pain in my stomach overcame the dull ache that had spread into my lower abdomen as the life was crushed out of my balls. I lay there, with may back arched to support some of my body weight.  I then found my head and shoulders being pushed across the bale platform and realized Stuart was pushing me over the edge headfirst.  It happened so quickly, as my body weight overbalanced I suddenly felt my shoulders sliding over the edge and as I did so I felt an upward pull on my ball sac taking the weight of my legs. I arched my back fully as the pain hit me full in the groin and to ease the increasing weight on my scrotum I supported some of the lower weight of my body by placing my feet on the bales, with my scrotum increasingly stretched above me with my genitals trapped in the secure bag.  All I could see immediately in front of my face was the large erection that Stuart had.  As my upper body continued to slide towards the floor I managed to stretch out my arms above my head to take some of the weight of my body so that my ball sac was not ripped clean. There I was, my hands stretched above my head below taking some of the weight, my body in an involuntary handstand but after a few seconds my legs cramped and gave way under the awkward position they had been in.  I screamed in agony as the sac took the full weight of my lower body.  I could not see anything other than Stuarts hard on, but knew my balls were being stretched upwards between my legs, it felt as though my scrotum was being ripped from my body as the tension on the sac skin continued to increase with no remiss.

As I hung suspended upside down the endo-morphines in my body must have cut in for suddenly I felt light headed, and the pain ebbed in the lower part of my body. Then Stuart using his legs parted the two bales in the floor immediately under my head so that my outstretched arms were either side of a deep cleft.  My throat was dry from the dust in the dried grass and all I could do was wait knowing that my arms would eventually cramp in the same way as my legs had a few minutes previously.  From my waist down I felt numb.  Suddenly my arms gave under me and my head and shoulders slipped into the cleft.  As I did there was an upward tug as I became totally suspended upside down by my balls and testicles.  I was living my fantasy and god it felt sadistically good.  My legs were now resting slightly on the bales so that my back was not fully arched.  I felt Stuart push my torso and felt my whole body swinging on the end of the twine.  This was the fantasy I had dreamt of, suspension by my testicles and ball bag, a guy having total control over me.  I do not know how long I was there but after what seemed an eternity Stuart lifted my head and shoulders from the cleft so that I could look upwards.  From what I could see my ball sac was stretched out between my legs, I sported a huge erection that was dribbling a stream of clear liquid.

“Please cut me down I pleaded, I cannot take this much longer”.  Stuart reached for the knife and whilst holding my upper body he cut the twine suspending me from the concrete beam.  We both fell to the floor with me lying on top of him and I felt him caressed my glistening brow.  I did not want to look at the damaged to my scrotum as Stuart eased the restraints that had trapped my balls.  The blood rushed through the blood vessels into my balls and the pain was intense in both my stomach and groin.

Stuart gently massaged my scrotum back to life and then I took the courage to look.  Where before my sac had hung like a tight purse close to my body, I now a pendulous elongate bag, hanging low from my body.  The skin had been stretched beyond belief.  My balls were swollen, as for the spermatic cords connecting them to my body I could not tell whether they had snapped under the immense strain of taking my body weigh nor what long term manage had occurred.

Stuart gave me some water and aspirin, his theory being that this would minimize clotting of the blood that had been trapped in my scrotum during the suspension.  “Mike”, he said,  “I am now going to give you a grand finale to your fantasy”. He spread the blanket on the floor and rolled me on my front so that I lay on my stomach.  Slowly I felt the palms of his hands easing my arse cheeks apart.  Then I felt the stubble of his chin in my cleft and his tongue started to lubricate the sphincter of my anus.  The sensation was fabulous.  A warm silky snake rimming me, after a few minutes the sensation ebbed and a finger started to ease the tightness of my hole, then a second and then a third finger were inserted.  Finally Stuart knelt between my kegs and I felt the weight of his body on my back and shoulders. He whispered into my right ear. “Mikey I need to fuck you”. My anus fully lubed suddenly felt the head of his cock engorged with blood.  He entered me with a persistent, unrelenting force.  The pain was intense as my sphincter muscle was stretched fully.  As he lay on me, with his member deep inside I felt his hands searching under my body and groin.  One hand was lubed and took my cock. The other grasped my scrotum at the neck.  Stuart then started to pump away on top of me and in rhythm to his movements he wanked my cock at the same time pulling my balls in rhythm.  His thrusting increased and after several minutes of hard humping, his whole body tensed and I felt his cock pulsate inside of me as his seed erupted inside my body.  Simultaneously Stuart tugged the neck of my scrotum down hard away from my body and as he did so my cock erupted in a rhythm of cum that spewed into the palm of his hand. 

As I lay in the caress of his arms, my head resting on his chest he murmured, “Mikey, have you enjoyed your fantasy with me?”  “Yes, I whispered”.  “So what will it be next time?” 

“Stuart, my father has an elastrator and burdizzo on the farm we use to castrate the beef calves”, I said.  “Next time I want you to use the elastrator and ring me, will you do that on me please?”  He nodded and smiled that of a conqueror.