Ball torment in the jungle

**Every character in this story is of age or above**

Aaron fought his way through the dense forest, thinking that nothing could save him now. He was surrounded by trees, bushes, and leaves and foliage covering the ground. He could see little beyond the greenery. And then there were the sounds. The singing of some exotic birds. The roaring of animals unknown to him. From a distance, he could hear sticks breaking and bushes rustling from time to time. He felt that this was the end for him. Until he finally found the place. He grabbed the bushes blocking his view and came out into an empty field.

There wasn't as much greenery here. Red earth, with a few buildings and a dirt road between them. A few cars. Boxes with strange markings. Lots of people.

Aaron walked on. He felt saved. Until he took a closer look at these people.

Several men began to scrutinize him. They were all dressed in military uniforms and holding rifles in their hands. They were all looking at this young, skinny boy who had just come out of the bushes.

Aaron didn't move. He felt fear.

The only woman Aaron could see stepped out from among the men. She was wearing military pants and a tight-fitting black bra. A piercing glinted in her navel. She had a bandana around her neck and a military cap on her head. She had a gun in a holster at her waist. She looked to be about thirty years old.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“I'm Aaron. I'm sorry, but I'm lost and I have no idea where I am.”

The woman approached him and stood in front of him. She looked him up and down.

“How old are you, boy?” she asked.

“Eighteen.”

“And you say you're lost?”

“Yes, ma'am. We were on a school trip and somehow it happened.”

“Somehow it happened,” she repeated after him.

Aaron swallowed.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologize to me. It's not your fault you got lost.” She held out her hand to him. “I'm Piper. I'm in charge here.”

Aaron shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

“We'll be happy to help you find your way back. We know these woods well. But first, let's talk a little. Okay?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Stop it, call me Piper. Come on.”

She put her hand on his shoulder as if they had known each other all their lives and walked ahead with him. All the men they passed stared at Aaron. He felt like he was in a place he shouldn't be. Otherwise, these men wouldn't look like they were preparing for war.

“Don't worry about them,” Piper said. “They're my subordinates, but they're really nice.”

They entered a building and Piper led him through the corridors to a room that looked like a garage. Aaron went inside. Concrete floor and walls. A few tables with tools. And in the middle of the room, a metal stool bolted to the floor.

Aaron didn't like it.

“Come on, go ahead,” Piper said.

“I feel like I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you.”

“Oh, Aaron, sweetie, don't worry about it. You're not disturbing anyone. I'll just talk to you for a moment, and then one of my colleagues will help you find your school trip.”

“Okay... I... thank you.”

“Come over to that stool.”

Aaron looked at her. He didn't like any of this, but what else could he do? This girl was in the military and looked muscular. He could see her shoulders and biceps, although he spent most of his time staring at her black bra.

He walked over to the stool.

“We're a private military group working with the Pentagon. The Pentagon likes to hire us because we don't care about any of the codes that the regular military has to follow. And it just so happens that we've had a lot of spies here lately.”

Aaron's eyes widened.

“I'm not a spy, I swear. I'm...”

“Shh, calm down. I'm not saying you are. We've just had a lot of them here lately. Further east is the sea. A ship has been drifting there for several days. We know they came here for us and send spies here from time to time, so we have to make sure that someone like you isn't one of them.”

“I understand how it looks now. I'm very sorry ma'am.”

“Piper.”

“Piper, I'm very sorry. I'm really not a spy.”

“Calm down, Aaron, nothing bad is happening.”

Piper looked very cheerful, as if she were having a friendly conversation with her friend.

“Aaron, will you be a good boy and listen to me?”

Aaron swallowed loudly.

“Y-yes.”

“And will you answer all my questions?”

“Yes.”

“That's great. Because I'd like to talk to you in private. We don't need another guy here, right? So if you listen to me and do what I tell you, I promise I won't call anyone else. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Great. Aaron. Would you be so kind as to undress?”

Aaron's eyes widened.

“Excuse me?”

“Your clothes. Take them off and put them on the floor next to the stool.”

Piper continued to smile. She sat leaning against the end of the table by the wall.

“Is that necessary?” Aaron asked.

“Aaron, sweetie. Do you really want me to call my few friends over here to help you undress?”

Aaron shook his head from side to side vigorously.

“Exactly. Come on, take everything off and don't worry, sweetie. There's no one here but us.”

“O-okay.”

Aaron took off his shirt, shoes, and pants. He threw everything on the floor. He was a skinny boy and not very muscular.

“Your boxers too.”

“Is that necessary?”

“Yes. You can leave your socks on.”

Aaron was terrified, but he knew that if he didn't follow her orders, it would end badly. In her eyes, he was probably a spy, and his opinion didn't matter.

He slipped his fingers under the elastic of his boxer shorts and pulled them down, then threw them aside. He stood completely naked, except for his socks, covering his crotch with his hands.

Piper jumped off the table and approached him. She came much too close. He could see her brown eyes clearly. He saw in them the sadism of someone who had worked in the military for many years and had no limits.

They both were practically the same height.

“Relax, sweetie, I've seen what boys have between their legs more than once, you don't have to be ashamed.” Her tone didn't match her face. She sounded like a sweet friend, not the sadist she looked like. “I have another task for you now. It might be a little harder. Lie down on your stomach on this stool. So that your legs and arms hang down along the legs of the stool.”

Aaron hesitated, but he had no choice. He lay down on the stool. The position he found himself in was even more humiliating than standing naked in front of such a beautiful girl. The seat of the stool was too small for his body. He looked like a cripple trying to fit on it.

“Good job, now just don't move,” Piper said.

She approached him with a rope in her hands. She crouched down and began tying his hands to the legs of the stool.

“What are you doing?”

“It's just a formality. Relax, it only seems scary. Everything will be fine.”

Then she tied his legs in the same way.

Now Aaron was lying tied to a stool that was nailed to the floor. He could see his pitifully dangling balls and cock between his legs. He could lift his head and look ahead, but it was uncomfortable.

“This is very uncomfortable,” he said.

“I know, I know. But you can do it, you just have to hold on a little longer.”

Then she went behind him.

“Now that I’m tied up, can we…”

“I haven’t tied you up yet,” Piper interrupted him. “At least not completely.”

“How come?” asked Aaron, confused.

“I still have to tie your balls.”

“What?!”

“Don't worry, it won't hurt.”

Aaron could see everything that was happening between his legs. Piper knelt down and grabbed his balls. Then she started wrapping the rope around them. She did it quickly and aggressively, which, despite her promises, hurt him.

“Ouch.”

She did it quickly, as if she knew what she was doing.

“Oh, relax. You're doing fine.”

She finished and stood up. Then she went somewhere far behind him. She tied the other end of the rope somewhere, but Aaron couldn't see where. However, he could see the excess rope hanging loosely.

Piper came back and crouched down next to him on the ground so that they were eye to eye.

“Was that necessary?” he asked.

“I'm afraid so. I have to be sure you're not a spy, otherwise I won't let you leave here.”

"Okay, I understand, but I'm really not a spy. I swear. I'm eighteen years old.

“Oh, I've seen younger spies. All right, maybe I'll show you why I did all this first.” She took the remote control out of her pocket and started clicking something. “Let's start with half a kilogram.”

“What?” Aaron asked uncertainly.

He heard a mechanical sound behind him, and then he saw something that made his heart almost stop. The rope began to tighten.

“Wow, wow, wow! What is this?”

It stretched to its limit, and didn’t stop. His tied sack was pulled back and away from his body. His two testicles, trapped at the end of the sack, were pointing in the opposite direction from his body.

“Oh, fuck!”

It kept pulling. The rope tightened until it finally stopped.

Aaron looked at Piper with his eyes wide open.

“It doesn't hurt, does it?” she asked.

Aaron didn't answer. He felt a slight discomfort, but it wasn't terrible. He couldn't speak because of the fear he felt.

“And if you tell the truth, it won't hurt. So tell me, Aaron, what field trip did you get lost on?”

“I... I got lost on a school field trip.”

“Mhm.”

“It was a field trip for nature class. The teacher took us because we were supposed to... look at nature.”

Piper looked at him as if he were stupid.

“I'm sorry, I know how it sounds, but I didn't care about the field trip. Neither did the rest of the boys, you know. It was just that we didn't have classes.”

“Sounds convincing.”

“Will you let me go?”

“No. First, we'll see how your balls react to a kilogram.”

She clicked. Mechanical sounds rang out behind Aaron again.

“No, no, wait!”

His poor sack was pulled back even harder. Aaron tensed all his muscles. Veins popped out on his neck. He tried to break free, but he had no chance. Piper knew how to tie someone up.

The mechanical sound continued. His sack was getting tighter and tighter.

Aaron didn't scream. The pain wouldn't let him. Instead, he could only moan.

The machine finally stopped.

Aaron's face looked as if every tiny muscle in it was tense.

“Wow, not bad. You've got some tough balls.” She patted him on the shoulder. “Many guys much older and bigger than you have started moaning in this position.”

“Please... I'm telling the truth,” he gasped.

“Tell me, Aaron. What do you know about the X15 group?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you a member?”

“No.”

“Did they send you here to gather as much information about us as possible?”

“No, I promise. I got lost... from a class trip.”

Speaking had never been so difficult for him. He had to concentrate hard to express himself correctly. His hands were clenched around the legs of the stool.

“Would you like me to rip your balls off?”

“No. No. Please.”

“Then confess. I'm not angry that you're a spy, really. You're young, stupid. They probably paid you a lot for it. Listen. Tell me the truth, and I'll cut the rope from your balls.”

“I'm telling the truth. I'm not a spy. I swear. Please, it hurts a lot.”

“Oh, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron.”

Then she clicked the remote.

The mechanical sounds returned. The rope began to stretch again. Now the pain in Aaron's crotch was much worse than before. The boy began to struggle on the stool, but it was firmly attached to the floor and didn't budge.

His two balls became very visible at the end of the sack, which was already very red.

The rope continued to stretch. It began to creak from the tension.

Then it stopped.

Tears welled up in Aaron's eyes.

“It hurts... Please... I can't.”

“Wow. One and a half kilograms pulling on an 18-year-old's testicles is a lot. But is it enough to make you tell me the truth?”

“I'm telling you... I'm not a spy,” he moaned. Speaking was becoming increasingly difficult. “I beg you.”

“I must admit, I didn't know the sack could stretch that much. Shall we test its limits?”

“No, please.”

“Then tell me the truth.”

“I'm not a... fucking... spy. I beg you. It hurts. Have mercy.”

“Aaron, I care about my people. Do you know what will happen if I let a spy out of here? What kind of commander would I be? Last chance before I increase it to two kilograms.”

“Please. No.”

She clicked.

Mechanical: BZZZZZZZZZZZ

“Aa!” Aaron screamed and went silent from the pain.

The rope stretched and began to creak. His sack was stretched to its limit. His testicles were more visible than ever before.

Aaron began to struggle with all his might. He couldn't take it anymore. He thrashed his arms and legs. It was all for nothing. On top of that, he moaned pitifully. Tears began to roll down his cheeks. He was breathing very quickly. His heart was pounding at the speed of light.

Just when he thought his balls were about to be torn from his body, the machine stopped.

Piper wiped the tears from his cheeks.

“Oh, don't cry. I know it hurts, but it doesn't have to. Just tell me the truth. Believe me, I don't want to castrate you either. You're young, attractive, girls probably like you. Why would I take away your chance to have fun with them?”

“I beg you,” he moaned in a quiet voice. “Please...”

“Oh, it's okay. Calm down, sweetheart. Your balls must hurt a lot, I understand why you're reacting this way. Why are you a spy?”

“I'm not...”

“Don't lie.”

“Fuck you.”

“But Aaron, there's no need for such language.”

“I got lost...”

“You'll lose your balls in a moment if you don't tell me the truth.”

“I beg you...” he continued to moan.

More tears streamed down his cheeks. His head was bowed, he no longer had the strength to lift it. He could see his penis hanging pitifully. He could no longer see his testicles. They had been pulled too far.

“You came with them on this ship, didn't you?”

“No,” he hissed.

"They sent you here. "

“No.”

“What's your leader's name?”

“Ms. Pean.”

“Who is she?”

“A science teacher.”

Piper clicked a button.

BZZZZZZZZZZ.

Aaron's eyes widened even more. His breathing quickened even further. He began to struggle.

“Two and a half kilograms,” Piper said.

His testicles were being pulled backward. His scrotum was starting to look comically long. Much too long for something that still had some physical endurance left.

“Aaah!” he moaned and broke off, unable to make any more sounds. “Sss! Aah!”

“Do you think they can take it?” she asked.

“Please!” he shouted with his last ounce of strength.

The buzzing stopped. The mechanism stopped pulling on his red sack.

And then Piper clicked again.

BZZZZZZZZZ.

His balls were pulled back even harder.

Three kilograms.

Aaron struggled like crazy.

“Last chance,” Piper said.

Sweat began to pour from Aaron's armpits.

His legs began to shake.

He felt like he was about to pee himself.

His sack was already several inches long and still flying backward.

His two bulging balls looked as if they were about to burst through the skin of his scrotum. All its bumps and small veins were visible.

And then the buzzing stopped.

Aaron's eyes were wide. It was the worst pain he had ever experienced. He felt as if his testicles were about to detach from his body. He didn't move for fear that the slightest movement would cause this to happen.

“Mmmm,” he hissed.

“Wow, you really have tough testicles. I think one more push and you'll lose them forever.”

“Sss.”

“It's a good thing I don't have them. It's so easy to torture you with them.”

Piper got up and walked over to Aaron.

“Jesus, you should see this. It's some kind of testicle length record.”

She gently touched his swollen testicles with her finger.

“Ssssss,” Aaron hissed.

“So, are we tearing them off, or are you telling the truth?”

“I... I was,” he moaned.

“Hmmm, I guess you did. All right, fine. Although I have to admit, I'd love to rip them off. But it's cool. I'll let you keep them. For now.”

She took a knife out of her pocket and cut the rope.

Aaron's balls bounced back and hit him in the ass.

Aaron felt the greatest relief of his life. He could see his balls between his legs again. Now, however, they were much bigger and longer. And the sack was red as a tomato. He began to breathe heavily. The pain began to subside. His testicles had survived.

“Thank you, thank you. Oh Jesus, thank you.”

Piper untied him from the chair and helped him up.

“Can you walk?”

Aaron stood bent over. He was holding his crotch. His head was level with her thighs.

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“Then come on.”

She led him as if he were crippled.

“What about my clothes?” he asked.

“You won't need them for now.”

She led him to another room. It was small and looked like a storage room. She helped him inside.

“Stay here. Get some sleep or something.”

“Can I go back now?”

“Not yet, sweetheart. I have to be 100% sure you're not a spy. I'll come back for you tomorrow.”

And then she closed the door. Aaron heard the lock click shut.

“Let your balls rest,” she said through the door. “They'll need it.”