BOARDING SCHOOL TORMENT
I was 12 at the time
and it was my first year at the school, an all male academy. I should mention that my lack of equipment
mirrored my generally wimpy build and behavior. It was, perhaps, three or four
weeks into the semester, when I suddenly found myself surrounded by a
half-dozen older boys in the shower.
Usually a Phys Ed teacher was on duty to keep horseplay to a minimum,
but I later learned the older boys had caused some sort of diversion to draw
him away.
They grabbed me and
told me that I was the wimpiest of the new students and, by their reckoning, my
penis was too small to be adequate for a bug.
I was terrified, but also very excited by the abuse. Two of the boys grabbed me by the arms and
held me against the wall of the shower.
The rest took up wet towels, which they twirled into long weapons. By snapping the towel out and then yanking
it back, a stinging whip effect was created and an unfortunate boy's ass was
usually the target of this punishment.
But I was not to be so lucky.
The target they were aiming at was my groin. They snapped my little dick and balls with towel after
towel. The pain was excrutiating. A third boy had to drop his weapon to hold
his hands over my mouth, I was screaming so loudly. They hit my poor little cock again and again and my ball sack
swelled up and turned bright red (later a most frightening shade of black and
blue) from the hits it endured. At last
they stopped and told me with threatening certainty that if I ever told on them
they'd do far worse to me. They carried me back to the bench by my locker and
waited until I recovered enough to dress and leave.
I believed them and
never told a soul. But what they didn't
say was that they were going to do far worse to me anyway.