In those days we used to run around wild on the farm, each of us in a pair of overalls, and barefoot, and with nothing else on.

We were fourteen or thirteen, each of us, and my grandad being a drunk, we used to get up to anything we liked, never going to school, and having plenty of land to kick around on.

The butt of our games, no matter how we worked it, was always poor Jakey. He had the prettiest eyes, and the prettiest face, and he was none too bright.

‘We’ll race across the dam,’ Tom said, ‘and whoever loses gets his nuts through the wringer.’

We grinned at each other, Tom, Brad and I.

Jakey frowned.

‘What’s the wringer?’ he said.

‘Gran’s old wringer, stupid. Out on the back porch.’

Jakey was the youngest of us, maybe thirteen and a half, and there was no way he could beat us across the dam. We stripped off our overalls and dived in – Jakey missing the signal to go.

The poor kid! He came out half a minute after us, not a hair on his body, and dripping wet, his feet in the mud.

‘Oh well, Jakey, looks like it’s you,’ Tom said.

‘Not again.’

Jakey always took his punishment like a man, but he had no idea what was in store for him that day, though I suppose the rest of us knew.

‘We’ll need a wrench,’ Brad said.

He went out to the shed and got one. The rest of us waited in the shade of the porch, Jakey sitting naked on the splintered boards with his knees drawn up to his chest.

I don’t think he’d ever had a hard on before that day, little Jakey, but when we lifted him up on top of the wringer and he felt the cool steel rollers under his arse and our hands all over him, he got good and hard.

‘That’s a mighty impressive piece you’ve got there, Jakey,’ Tom said. He tousled Jakey’s hair and nodded towards it.

‘Pity he won’t ever get to use it,’ Brad whispered in my ear.

I laughed.

‘Oh man, is this gonna hurt?’

‘It’ll hurt a bit,’ Brad said.

‘Pull his nuts down,’ Tom said to me, patting Jakey on the back.

I reached over and grabbed Jakey’s sack, grabbed his balls inside it and stretched them downwards. Brad slid the roller back into place. He tightened the nut, so Jakey’s balls were held beneath the rollers, the two rollers squeezing his sack.

If you’ve never seen a wringer, it’s like a large metal pot, the size of a washing machine with a couple of steel rollers sitting next to each other on the top. It’s used for wringing the water out of clothes. There’s a little gap between the rollers, though it isn’t much of a one, usually, and Brad had pretty well managed to close that gap as he we could, so the rollers were almost touching.

Jakey’s sack was stuck between them, and he started to howl as the pressure pushed on the cords in his sack.

‘Ow, fuck! Ow fuck! Get it out of there. It fucking well hurts!’ he screamed.

‘Hang on, Jakey,’ Tom said, stroking his hair, ‘you knew this was gonna happen and you have to take it fair and square.’

‘ – but what are you gonna do?’ Jakey said, his voice rising to a pitch of disbelief.

The kid was so dumb – we couldn’t believe it. He still had no idea what was going to happen. His balls were about to be flattened. We bent and held our stomachs behind him, stifling our laughter.

He started to moan, his voice rising up into a high pitched wailing.

‘Oh! Oh! Oh! Get ‘em out!’

Tom calmed him down. ‘Now, that’s just what we’re gonna do,’ he said. ‘A couple of cranks of this here handle,’ Tom said, slapping it, and sending a vibration through the whole thing, ‘and they’ll pop right up.’

‘They’ll pop right up?’

‘Sure,’ Tom said.

‘Here. Take some deep breaths,’ Brad said, running his hand down Jakey’s back, and holding a firm hand between his shoulder blades.

‘Jakey, grip onto my hands here,’ I said, coming round in front of him, where I could get a good look.

‘You want it done quick, or slow?’ Tom said, brushing Jakey’s hair back over his head and spitting on his finger to wipe a spot of mud of Jakey’s cheek.

‘I don’t know.’ He breathed, quickly and deeply a few times. ‘What’s best?’ he said, looking around at all of us in turn, his hands shaking in mine.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked up at Tom and Brad. ‘Slow?’ I said.

Tom and Brad nodded, trying to be serious.

‘Slow.’

‘Slow,’ they said.

‘Definitely,’ Brad added.

‘Okay, slow,’ Jakey said, taking another deep breath and exhaling, as though he was in for a little pain.

‘Are you ready?’ Tom asked, his hand on the handle.

‘Hang on,’ Jakey said. He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths, slow and long, his eyes watering with the pain in his sack.

With his feet on the rim, Jakey had the toes of one foot pressed into my cock, though he didn’t know it, and I was already hard. The tip of his cock had a large bead of come on it, and it was hard as rock. I could see his balls held down below the steel rollers, bursting to get out of his sack.

The strange thing was, he was bigger than any of the rest of us, his cock and balls were huge.

He looked up at me and tried to smile.

I smiled back, but it was a wonky smile, I’m sure.

‘Looks like you’re gonna come,’ I said. I nodded at his cock.

‘Yeah?’ he looked down, and looked up at me smiling widely. ‘It’s got a bit of come on it,’ he said, excited, because we knew, because he’d told us, that he’d never managed to blow a load yet.

‘This might do it for you Jakey,’ Brad said stroking his back, and letting his hand slide all the way down, around Jakey’s arse, until he cupped it around Jakey’s sack. He gave Jakey’s balls a little squeeze and Jakey opened his mouth, trying not to scream, taking another deep breath.

‘Feels like they want to get out of this predicament,’ Brad slowly said.

‘Are you ready?’

Jakey bit his lips and nodded, prepared for a little pain, I suppose.

He looked into my eyes.

The thing was, he was so trusting, he had no idea what was going to happen. He thought he was going to get hurt. He didn’t realize, like the rest of us did, that this was the end of the road for him, as far as his balls went. They were about to be smashed between two cylinders of steel.

Tom pushed on the handle.

Jakey started to pant, open-mouthed.

I looked down, and saw something I didn’t expect. Jakey seemed to sink a little on the thing, and his balls, still in Brad’s hands, loosened up a bit.

‘I think you’re going the wrong way, Tom,’ Brad said, saying it like it was an official thing, and he knew all about.

‘Doh!’ Tom said, and started again, though it was obvious he’d done it on purpose.

From the position of Brad’s hand it looked like he was pretty well gonna feed Jakey’s nuts through every inch of the way. He looked up and smiled at me, and made an “Ow” face in silence, his forehead crinkling.

There was a creaking from the machine, a sudden clank, and Jakey’s mouth opened wide, his eyes started to bug out of his head, and then, suddenly, his expression changed. It was like he felt a sudden bliss. His eyes closed, and his head fell back. I saw his jock jerk a couple of times and I realised he was feeling something he hadn’t felt before – the coming of an orgasm.

I leaned forward and put my lips over his cock, moving my head up and down a couple of times and swirling my tongue around.

‘Oh,’ I heard him groan with a huge explosion of breath. I lifted my head up, a long string of saliva and come stretching out between my mouth and Jakey’s cock. He was gripping my hands so tightly, I felt like the bones would break, his foot pressed into my hard cock.

‘Tell us if you want me to stop,’ Tom said.

Jakey shook his head slowly from side to side, his mouth open, his eyes closed.

I looked down and heard a clank. Jakey’s sack slipped up between the rollers till hills balls looked like they were about to burst beneath.

Brad started tapping his fingers on Jakey’s hard, tight sack, as though he was testing the pressure. He squeezed them lightly with his fingertips, and made a larger “Ow!” face at me. He could hardly control himself, Jakey’s sack looked like it was about to burst.

I saw his cock rear up and then I looked at his face again. It was like he was in ecstasy, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his head tilted back.

Tom leaned down on the handle. There was a cranking sound, and half Jakey’s sack seemed to disappear all in a single jerk, right up into the rollers.

His body jerked bolt upright, like he’d sat on a hot poker. His eyes clapped open, his mouth opened wide, and he sucked in a long deep breath that filled out his chest till it looked like it was bursting.

But it was like he was frozen, like he was on automatic and stuck there, paralysed.

Brad put his head down in the bowl, and looked up between the rollers.

‘Oh, man, they’re going up there!’ he said, announcing it.

‘Should I crank it?’ Tom asked.

‘Hang on.’ Brad pulled his head out and came around behind me, looking up at Jakey’s face. He was paralysed. His hold on my hands had slackened, and he’d even stopped breathing, holding that same long breath he’d took. He was staring into the distance, at nothing, his mouth open, his eyes loosely open, his back ramrod straight.

‘Do you want us to stop, Jakey?’ Brad said, nudging me in the back. ‘Tell us if you want us to stop and we will.’

‘Do you think we should?’ Tom asked.

‘Fuck no,’ Brad said. ‘Only if he wants us to.’

‘No?’ Tom said. ‘Okay, Jakey, we gave you a chance.’

And that’s what we said to him ever afterwards – “but we asked you if you wanted us to stop.”

Brad walked back to his spot and put his hand up underneath. ‘Make it slow,’ he said. ‘I want to feel ‘em go.’

Tom clanked on the handle, and suddenly there was a sound. It seemed to be coming from a long way away. Jakey’s grip tightened on my hands and I looked up at his eyes. He breathed. He was breathing out, and then I realised what the sound was. He was screaming. It was so high pitched, and so faint, and he was breathing out so slowly that I could barely hear it.

It was a whine.

Inside the house, the dog started barking.

There was a sudden clank.

‘That’s it,’ Brad said. ‘Oh man I can feel one – no, oh fuck, oh it’s burst man. Oh, they’ve both fucking burst.’

There was another clank, followed by a series of clanks. I saw the rollers spin – a quarter turn, half a turn. Jakey’s thighs fell inwards, pressed together, and his mouth closed. He shut his eyes and I could hear him whining, keening softly as Brad laid him back down gently, like he was going to sleep. His sack came out of the rollers as flat as piece of tin and he let go of my hands.

His dick jerked a couple of times, and Brad leaned over to give him a hand, wrapping his fingers around Jakey’s cock and simply holding it as it jerked once, twice, and then shuddered.

There was an explosion of jism. It arced up into the air and landed all over Jakey’s lips, over his eyebrows, in his eyes, and in his soft blond hair.

We all reached down and felt that sack, a sack which felt like it was full of mush, with not a lump, not a trace of anything solid inside it. We worked it with our hands, each of us having our fill, and then we lowered Jakey to the floor and tried to get him to walk, but he simply sank to the floor and lay on his side, his knees up to his chest and his hands thrust in his groin, a stupid dreamy smile on his face.

He didn’t walk the next day, or the next, and wouldn’t even put his overalls on till a day or so later when he was still wanted to walk around naked, with his thighs sliding against each other, his knees knocking, and his toes turning inward.

He never did run properly after that, little Jakey.

But why didn’t you tell us to stop when we asked, we said, when Jakey started to sniffle about what had happened. We patted him on the back, and kissed his hair, and said “there, Jakey”.

Later that summer we showed him how he could still find pleasure, with our cocks up his arse, or his lips wrapped around them.