Jon was 15. He had recently been transferred to the J. Spencer School where they had a novel method of punishment. Jon was about to find out what this was.
The story starts in a science lesson on a Wednesday morning. The teacher was very dry and boring, and some of the pupils’ eyes were glazed over. Jon was surprised though how everyone continued to look at the board and pay attention. At his last school, with a teacher like that, they’d be chatting, passing notes, chewing gum...
After another quarter of an hour of this boring waffle, Jon thought he’d liven things up a bit. He started folding a paper dart under the desk glancing occasionally around to check the teacher wasn’t looking. The boy next to him saw what he was doing and shook his head "no", but Jon thought he was soft, and finished the dart anyway.
Finally it was ready, and choosing his moment, as the teacher had his back to the class writing, Jon threw the dart. It hit the teacher on the back of his head.
"Who was that?" bellowed the teacher. He’d caught the general direction of the dart out of the corner of his eye and looked towards Jon. In his old school Jon would be safe. All the boys would stick together. No one would squeal.
"It was the new boy sir," said the boy who had seen him. He turned to Jon and whispered "sorry." The teacher frowned and stared at Jon for a few moments.
"Get to the punishment room now". He motioned to the prefects sitting at the side of the room and they escorted Jon to the punishment room, telling him to be quiet whenever he asked questions about what was going to happen. After a minute they arrived and walked up to the reception desk.
"You must be Jon. Mr. Brown’s just phoned through." Jon was a little nervous; he was expecting a shouting at, and maybe some extra work, but was totally unprepared for what was to come.
"Strip and get changed into these," said the receptionist as she handed him some shorts. "And you’ll need to take off your underpants as well." Jon was a little shocked, but looking at the burly guard standing next to the desk realized he had little choice. He went to the changing room and did as he was told. The shorts were gray and seem to have some kind of Velcro fly that went all the way underneath.
He came back to the waiting room and sat nervously. That was when he heard the screams from the punishment room. The receptionist continued working on her computer and didn’t even look up. Five minutes later the door opened to the punishment room and a boy limped out being escorted by an assistant. He was sobbing and holding his groin. A woman in a doctor’s outfit followed him. She looked at Jon and walked over to the receptionist and picked up a chart.
"...and the boy’s a first timer. Well that’s a bit harsh. Still, Jack maybe right, it’s better to punish them right the first time so they never do it again." She looked at Jon. "Follow me Jon". Jon got up and followed her into the room. The lighting was subdued. There was a control panel at one side and in a spotlight, a reclined black chair. It reminded Jon of the dentist and he started getting even more nervous than he was already.
"Sit in the chair please," the ‘doctor’ ordered. Jon hesitated. "Go on! I’m sure I don’t have to call the guard do I?" the doctor insisted. Jon slowly lowered himself into the chair.
"Hands on the rests please." He put his hands on the rests, and instantly two metal cuffs locked his hands in to place. At the same time, two cuffs locked his feet in place. Shortly afterwards a larger band slowly came round his chest. He struggled a bit, but realized it was futile.
Covered metal plates now locked around both thighs fixing his legs in place. He was completely secured except for his head, which was free to move.
The doctor pressed another button and Jon felt his knees being pushed apart. He tried to resist but it was hopeless. He looked down as he felt something very strange happening near his groin. Something was opening the Velcro seal to his shorts. Next he could feel something pushing into his shorts. It was probing his genitals, and even though he was scared and embarrassed, it still felt nice, and he felt himself getting a little erect. The machine finally located and separated both testicles, and clamped around them.
"This is your first time to the punishment room, so I’m going to explain what is going to happen," said the doctor. She turned a dial at the control panel, and Jon felt the clamps squash his balls slightly. It was only a subtle movement, but enough for him to feel a dull ache. "I’m sorry if that’s a bit uncomfortable. I find that a little pain helps boys focus on what I’m saying."
"Mr. Brown has sent you down here to learn some respect. The best way for us to teach you the respect is to give you something to fear. Next to death, pain is what we fear most, and that is what you are going to experience now. When we started this program, we wanted to find an easy way of inflicting the most pain with minimal effort, and without causing permanent damage. What better choice than to use boy’s testicles. Easily accessible, and as you will find out in a moment, extremely sensitive. So, we created the chair you are sitting in now. It can squeeze your testicles at a range of settings. What you are feeling now is level 1," she indicated a large display panel. "Each increase in level doubles the pain. Allow me to demonstrate."
Jon was really scared now, anticipating the increase. It came like a bolt of lightning. He felt like he had been punched hard in the balls, but this was continued pressure. Sweat appeared on Jon’s forehead and he grit his teeth. It was extremely painful, but he could still just maintain his composure.
After what seemed like minutes, but seeing the clock on the wall was only a few seconds, the pressure was let up. Instant relief. The dull pain was still there but it was so good to be free of the intense squeeze. He had developed a small erection.
"Normally first timers only go up to level 3, but Mr. Brown must’ve been having a bad day today. He wants me to take you to level 4."
"But I didn’t do anything wrong!" Jon burst out, scared. The doctor turned the dial to three and pushed the button. Jon felt the pain increase as he strained at the chest belt. He let out a short yell, and the button was released.
"Did I ask you if you did?" Jon remained silent, holding back a sob.
"Now this is what will happen. I’m going to program the chair to take you up to level 4... slowly, as it is your first time. It will stay at level 4 for one minute. Do not worry about crying out. All boys cry out." She punched a few buttons and the program times came up on the panel:
Level 1: 20 sec
Level 2: 20 sec
Level 3: 20 sec
Level 4: 60 sec
She pressed a final button and Jon felt the device contract. This was followed by the dull ache. The counter ticked down from 20 to 0 and then he exhaled and tensed as the second level of pressure was applied. Again he could handle it, but the fear was growing of what was coming next. Level 3 hit him just as hard as last time, even though he knew it was coming. The pain was agonizing, but after the initial yell he found he could just maintain composure, although he was sweating profusely, and breathing rapidly through gritted teeth.
Through the tears he saw the counter get closer to level 4. 5... 4... 3...
"Please stop it!" Jon cried out, but the doctor just shook her head as the counter reached zero and the device made its final compression.
Jon screamed out. This time he had no hope of fighting the pain. It took over his whole body. It was so intense he couldn’t think straight. It didn’t even have a focus; it literally felt like his whole body was being crushed. That was the longest minute of Jon’s life. His mind screaming to try anything to stop the pain, but it was futile. He screamed, trying to beg for the machine to be stopped, but what he said was incomprehensible.
After the minute was up, the machine detached itself from Jon’s organs fastening the Velcro before disappearing into the chair. Jon’s head was forward and he was openly sobbing. One by one the restraints retracted and Jon fell crouched over moving his hands to his groin.
The door opened and an assistant came in to help Jon out of the room. He was still in a lot of pain, and it took him a while to dress himself. He had to return straight to class, and everyone watched him as is limped, with a tear-stained face, back into his chair. He was in pain, and embarrassed. He knew that the whole class knew what had happened to him.
That was the last paper dart he threw, but it wasn’t his last visit to the punishment room...
After his first visit to the Punishment Room, Jon had been very careful to follow the rules, and behave in class. Part of his not wanting to make a mistake got him his next visit to the room…
It was a week later, in English. He had got a small assignment back, but missed the instructions the teacher gave about writing out spelling corrections. He started to ask the boy next to him, Josh, what to do, but the teacher had spotted him, and both boys had been sent to the Punishment room.
As before, Jon had to change into the adapted shorts with the Velcro access for the ball-crushing machine. Both boys sat in the waiting area. Josh showed a mixture of fear and hate for Jon for getting him in this situation.
Jon was expecting to be called into the room first, but when the ‘doctor’ came out she called both boys in. Jon hadn’t noticed before, that the ‘doctor’ was quite attractive. She was in her early thirties, and under her lab coat he caught a glimpse of her shear stockings running up very shapely athletic legs. She turned her head back to check the boys were following her, her jet-black hair swinging round like a shampoo commercial. Jon was beginning to think that she was actually quite hot.
Jon snapped out of his fantasy as he got into the room being surprised to see two chairs facing each other. He was very reluctant to sit and put himself in the position to receive agonizing pain, and the ‘doctor’ had to call security into the room. On seeing the two large men, Jon relented and sat, to be instantly secured to the chair by covered-metal straps. Josh was already in position, and his testicle-compressing device already surrounded his genitals. Jon felt the Velcro strip on his shorts being opened, and soon his manhood was held fast by the machine.
The doctor came between he boys with a remote. She activated Level 1 compression and both boys winced feeling the all-familiar pain between the legs; the dull ache that begins to travel into your stomach and make you feel a bit nauseous.
"Both of you have visited me before, so I’m sure you remember that I like inducing a little discomfort while I’m talking, so I know you’ll be focused," said the doctor. She reached behind her and pulled out two more remotes. She carefully placed one under the hand of each boy instructing them not to touch them.
"Now boys, Mrs. Stoke tells me you were both talking during her lesson. One of you must have started it, and I’ll leave you to figure out whom, so you can tell me when I return. The remotes in front of you will activate levels 2 and 3 on each other’s chairs for 30 seconds. In total each level must be activated 3 times on either chair by the time I return, or I will give each of you 2 minutes of Level 4. Now sort it out!" She left the room closing the door.
"You idiot, why did you talk to me?" said Josh sounding a little frightened more than angry.
"I wanted to get my work right," replied Jon.
"Well, you obviously deserve the punishment," stated Josh and pressed the Level 3 button on his remote. Jon yelled, and his body tensed as the initial stabbing pain grew into the sickening pain that sprang from his groin through his whole body. This was much worse than he remembered from last time, and he moaned and took short breaths through his clenched teeth. However strong you feel, and however certain you are that you can take pain, nothing can prepare you for the intensity of pain a ball crush produces. There is nothing you can do to come to terms with the pain, nothing you can think to take your mind off it. It takes over your whole body, your thoughts. Nothing matters but the cessation of the pain. Through his agony, Jon looked to Josh. He seemed to be enjoying watching Jon suffer. Jon summoned all his strength and focused on pressing the Level 3 button on his pad.
A computerized voice spoke: "Compression in progress. Unable to accept additional commands." He pressed a few more times, but from the look on Josh’s face, it wasn’t working.
A few seconds later, the compression stopped. Jon, with the pain lessened, began to relax his muscles. In that split second of relief, Josh made his move and pressed the Level 3 button again.
Jon yelled, half from pain, and half from being so stupid letting Josh press before him. The sickening agony returned and tears welled in his eyes. He was in severe pain, but had just enough free will to begin to hate Josh.
He watched the counter on the display panel count down. Jon felt terrible; the colour had drained from him. He was shaking, sweating. The agonizing, sickening pain was so terrible; he couldn’t imagine anything worse. He desperately wanted it to stop. He would do anything for it to stop. He would almost rather be dead than continue to suffer this torture. Still he clung on to the hatred. Josh would pay for this. This time, Jon would be ready.
Josh was in relative comfort. His heart was racing, as he knew he also had to press the button first. He was enjoying seeing Jon get the punishment, after all it was his fault they were both here.
The counter was almost at zero.
"Compression in progress. Unable to accept additional commands," came the voice.
But Jon hadn’t pressed his button… Josh had pressed early and been locked out. The counter hit zero and Jon pressed Level 3.
Now it was Josh’s turn. He yelled and bent as far forward as his restraints would allow. Jon, still in pain was none-the-less relieved that the compression of his balls had stopped. He was also glad to be getting his own back on Josh. Half of him enjoyed seeing the short, blond-haired boy writhing in testicular pain opposite him, the other half felt sorry, and angry that he’d been put in this position. The end of the thirty seconds was drawing near. Jon saw Josh was crying openly
"I’ll take the next one, if you take the last two," he suggested, "that means we’ll have had three each." The counter reached zero. Josh, still in pain was obviously very angry with Jon and stabbed at Level 3.
"Level 3 compression credits have been used - you have broken the rules. Auto punishment begins." Came the disembodied voice.
"You idiot, we’ve already used Level 3 three times," said Jon.
"Both subjects will receive 30 seconds of Level 4." Came the voice.
"No, wait! That’s not fair, I didn’t press it! Hey doctor…" Jon started calling out, but was cut short as all the air shot out of his lungs. The Level 4 compression of his testicles had begun. This was complete agony. Level 3 was sickeningly painful, but Level 4 even took away every last bit of free will to think, or choose to do anything. You had no choice but to yell out and prey that this testicle torture would stop. Jon was now in such excruciating pain that if he had a free hand, and a gun, he would shoot himself to stop it.
Both boys yelled for the whole 30 seconds. At the end they were shaking and sweating, muscles tensed. Then they slumped down as the pressure was released.
"I’m… sorry…" stuttered Josh through the pain. "Ok, we’ll do what you said."
"Just give me a few moments to recover," replied Jon, also struggling to get the words out. Josh pressed the Level 2 button and Jon tensed up.
"Sorry Jon, but the Doctor will be back soon, and I don’t think I can take Level 4 again. Anyway, after this you can relax. It’s better to get it out of the way now."
"I guess…" said Jon through gritted teeth. After his turn he gave Josh the two bursts of Level 2, and the Doctor came back and released the boys. She wasn’t interested in who was to blame; after looking at the crushing record to see what had occurred she just told the boys to return to class.
The boys agreed never talked about their experience, and through embarrassment ignored each other most of the time from then on, or so Jon thought… But that’s another story…
Jon thought the incident with Josh was in the past, but how wrong he was. Being the new kid, he hadn’t had time to figure out who the power was in the class, what alliances there were between people. Unfortunately Josh’s best friend, Steve was the son of a school governor, and was always treated as special by the teachers. He managed to get away with a lot more in class than most, and as such had only visited the punishment room once, and that was for steeling. He had been known to help others so had a tight circle of friends. Steve didn’t like new people, and he especially didn’t like new people who got his friends sent to the Punishment room. Over the next few days they plotted to set Jon up big time, and then… well guess whose mum worked in the Punishment room?
It went like this, one morning, early, Steve and Josh poured a bottle of ink all over the register in the teacher’s desk. They then planted the bottle in Jon’s desk. To complete the stitch up, they covered a tennis ball in the ink and waited for Jon. As he entered the corridor they threw him the ball, "hey Jon… catch!". Jon of course caught it by reflex, got his hands covered in ink and needless to say, however much he pleaded with the teacher telling him he’d been set up, he ended up being dragged by the prefects to the Punishment room. Josh and Steve had both conveniently got dentist appointment notes and left the class shortly afterwards.
Jon was back in the testicle compression chair in the special shorts, the device had already located, separated and clamped around each testicle. Jon was frightened. He had no idea what level he would be given today, and for how long. The teacher had been furious about the register. He was also aware that the ‘doctor’ was giving him some seriously worrying looks. She didn’t say anything, but just walked around checking the control panel. Suddenly the back door opened and Jon was very surprised to see Steve and Josh walk in.
"Hi honey," the doctor said to Steve.
"Hi mom," replied Steve smirking at Jon.
"So this is the one who’s been bullying you, dear?" Steve’s mum asked.
"Yeah mom, like I said, he’s been taking stuff from my bag, punching me, and he even kneed me, you know, down there mom."
Jon couldn’t believe this pack of lies and had to speak out, "…but it’s not true, I’ve never touched him. Please you have…" but he was cut off as like lightning, pain leapt from his balls. He yelled out; there was nothing he could do; it was agony, unbearable. Through a fog of pain he saw the doctor with her finger on the Level 4 button. She let it go and Jon’s muscles relaxed, tears fell from his eyes.
"Don’t ever talk unless you’re spoken to you horrible boy," her glare was frightening enough without taking account of the ability she had put Jon in agony with the press of a button. Steve had really done a job on her. She totally believed his lies. This was going to be bad. She turned to Steve.
"Now honey, you and your friend have half an hour for you to have a go at being a bully. I’ve locked out the computer so you can go up to Level 3 only… Have fun." She left the room and shut the door. Jon was terrified. He was helpless, strapped to the chair, unable to move.
Steve gave Josh the remote, "You go first. It was you who that bastard got sent down here."
"Please don’t…" pleaded Jon. Josh walked towards Jon, evil in his eyes. He leveled his eyes to Jon’s staring intently. Then without moving his head he brought the remote between their faces, finger poised to press the button.
"And now you pay…" Josh said darkly bringing his finger down in slow motion.
"No…" started Jon, but he knew it is pointless. A second later he felt the device contract around both testicles. It was almost slow motion. There seemed to be a pause, and for the briefest of moments he thought it hadn’t worked, then… bam, excruciating pain cut into his groin.
"Arrrgh!" he yelled and strained on the metal chest clamp holding him in place. A few seconds later he wretched as the sickening after pain sprang up into his stomach. "Uggh!" he groaned and started shaking, spit dribbling between his clenched teeth.
"Do you little ballies hurt?" taunted Josh.
"Is little baby going to cry?" Steve joined in. Jon shook and groaned trying to cope with the sickening agony caused by a few nerve endings in his male organs.
"Now… how long shall I hold this button down?" asked Josh sickeningly.
"Well you could hold it down for the whole half an hour," replied Steve.
"I could, but…" came Josh, who then drew back and whispered to Steve.
"Cool!" yelled Steve and looked at Jon in pain in the chair. The crushing stopped. Josh had released the pad and handed it to Steve. Waves of after-pain pulsed through Jon’s exhausted body, but he was relieved none-the-less that the crushing had stopped.
"What is the capital of France?" Josh asked Jon. Jon didn’t respond…
"Too slow… Five, four, three, two, one, now" said Josh and as he reached "now", Steve pressed the pad. Again a wave of pain surged into Jon’s body and he yelled. After about ten seconds it stopped and he breathed through his clenched teeth, heart racing.
"What’s the capital of France?" asked Josh again.
"Paris," Jon spat through the pain.
"Good, very good!" said Josh.
"What is the square root of 64?" he asked.
"Eight," replied Jon.
"What is my favourite colour?" asked Josh, a smile on his face.
"That’s not fair, I don’t know…" pleaded Jon.
"Five, four, three, two, one, now," said Josh and again, Steve hit the pad causing severe pain to Jon. The pain was as bad after each wrong answer. Jon hoped his body would get used to it, but it didn’t. There was nothing he could do. The pain was as horrific and all consuming each time Steve pressed the button. The countdown only made it worse, knowing what agony was coming, with nothing he could do to stop it.
After quarter of an hour, the boys grew weary of this game.
"If only we could give him level four…" said Josh.
"Wait a minute," replied Steve and went over to the console, "password protected… But if you’re the son of the operator…" he pressed a few keys.
"Ok, what do you want Level 4 or Level 5."
"Level 5? I didn’t know it went to Level 5," said Josh astonished.
"Oh yes," replied Steve, "Mom told me about it. She said they weren’t allowed to use it any more because it’s so painful that usually boys black out after a minute or so. And one even started having a fit. Oh, and one boy actually had one of his nuts crushed and had to be taken to the emergency room to have it removed." Jon was sweating, and incredibly afraid now. He didn’t know if Steve was winding him up, but the thought of Level 4 alone was enough to scare him. If there was a Level 5…
"Are you ready Jonny?" asked Josh who now had the remote. "Set it to Level 4 first so he can feel the difference." Steve turned the dial to Level four. Josh looked at Jon, hovered his finger over the pad, then stabbed the button.
Jon screamed. He hadn’t been able to get used to, or tolerate Level 3, so there was no hope with Level 4. It was the depths of hell. Nothing could be done to cope with this pain. It was excruciating, all consuming. He wanted to die. He just screamed and screamed, tears flowing from his eyes, his body tensed against the restraints. Josh released the button, and Jon’s exhausted body slumped into the seat.
"And now… Level 5…” Jon was too exhausted to do anything. His helpless eyes watched as Josh lowered his finger to the button on the remote.
Body-splitting agony… He wanted to die. It was unbearable. Kill me… kill me… and then he blacked out.
When he woke, he was still in the chair. The boys had gone, and the doctor was standing over him slapping his face.
"Wake up! Wake up!" Jon moaned and focused his eyes on her face.
"The boys shouldn’t’ve done that to you, but you will tell no-one. Do you understand?" She sounded gruff. Jon just moaned.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" she bellowed and hit level 4. Jon sprang to life, tensed again, fully awake and in sickening pain.
"TELL NO-ONE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" the doctor asked again.
"Yes! Yes! Please stop it!" begged Jon, and the pressure stopped.
Jon was given the rest of the day off, but his bruised testicles gave him pain for the next few days. He had been lucky. His still had his balls. But would he keep them?