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    Coconut Island

    Once again I stand here with my hands clasp behind my head as the hot topical sun beats down upon my body. Stripped of any clothing, the sun shining on my balls causes them to hang low and ever so vulnerable. With my sac completely relaxed they show perfectly like two large walnuts in a thin cloth bag, the left one hanging lowest. I prepare myself for what I know is coming, the humiliation and pain of my inspection.
    As my keeper approaches my body becomes tense. She is young and somewhat petite; however, she is quite muscular for such a small one. Her toned thighs and butt show quite well as she is clothed in some sort of short loincloth which is worn by all the women on the island. Her skin is dark and tan but appears very smooth and well kept, her hair long and dark, and her eyes cold and black. All this lends a perfect accent to her bright white smile which shows from time to time, usually at my expense.
    She stands before me and cups my balls in her hand then bounces them a bit as if she is taking a mental note of their weight. Then she begins the real inspection as she takes one in each hand and rubs them between her fingers and thumb. I can’t help but flinch as she hits the sensitive nerves that surround my orbs. Before she is finished she will have felt the entire surface of each of my testicles and judged my reaction to each area her fingers explore. I grunt and my knees bend with each sharp pain. She has done this before and knows how sensitive the sides are. They are always given extra attention. She only flashes a quick smile and a giggle when she knows she has found the area that is extra sensitive. Then lastly she begins to squeeze. I know this is some sort of her telling me the female is the strongest as I finally fall to my knees in pain.
    Quickly she motions for me to stand again as she takes out the rings which will be placed around my sac. They cannot have a diameter of more than an inch, far too small for my balls to slide out of. They are about an inch wide and hinged to clasp around me to hold my balls away from my body. A tiny latch of sorts holds them together and I have yet to figure out how to release it in the little time I have to try. At first I was fitted with two but now it takes four to hold my balls low and tight. The top one is made in such a way to hold my cock away and leave my balls totally exposed. The bottom ring has eyelets in it, this is where the chain fits by which I am lead about.
    After the last ring is put in place and my balls held tight she connects the leash to it, turns her back to me and gives a tug. The leash is about six feet long and I don’t know just how heavy but I’m certain that it has contributed to my nuts hanging lower and lower. She walks about four feet in front of me holding the other end to the leash and a stick of about three feet with a small flat paddle on one end. This, of course, is to keep me inline. She leads me along past all the huts in the village, I can see other women and girls staring at me, most of them either laughing or just pointing. That’s when I realize what they find so amusing—other than the fact that I’m totally naked and being paraded by about by my most tender of parts.
    For as I walk behind her I cannot help but gaze at her tight and round ass, barely covered by a strip of cloth no more than three inches wide held only by a tiny rope of sorts about her waist. My glance then finds its way to her thighs which are perfectly shaped and lead up to her exposed hips and then her sides. Every step she takes is a sensual experience, especially for a man who has not been allowed release for so long. Even in my painful humiliated state I cannot help but become aroused. She then notices the attention I’m receiving and looks around at me. She sees my cock fully erect and almost throbbing from what I’ve been tempted with. Then suddenly with an annoyed look on her face she quickly jerks the chain pulling me to her as she unleashes a flurry of swats to my tightly held and exposed balls. I scream in pain as she slaps them from side to side. I fall to the ground in agony as I hear the roar of laughter from all the other women and girls watching.
    Quickly she yanks the chain and I scramble to my feet before my manhood is ripped from me and I become totally useless to them. Holding my sides in pain I stumble on as she takes me back to my holding area until I’m needed again. There my balls will be chained to the floor and my mobility limited to its length. There I will be fed my meals and taken out a few times a day in order to relieve myself, my keeper holding my leash, just as a master or mistress would his or her dog. My keeper is responsible for taking care of me in every way which includes not only feeding but bathing and grooming me, and preparing me for my monthly utilization. Yes, this is a strange place and I have learned that resistance is futile. I have been tamed and my captors know a man’s most vulnerable part and just how to control him with it. My keeper isn’t afraid to use that stick right where it hurts to keep me in order.
    It will be about a month before I’m taken out again. That gives me lots of time to think about this place and what I’m used for. I will endure the constant humiliation of being controlled by a female less than half my size and worst of all the grooming, preparation, and training. I do understand they want to train me to control my manly desires but I’m not sure if they understand that will never happen as long as I have my balls. Maybe they do understand and just enjoy showing me who’s in charge. Yes, the time spent between can be quite interesting but what goes on then is another story…..

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    Big Supporter mick_sl8ter's Avatar
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    Nice story.

    But it is 2010 and we need visualisation.
    Can someone add some (simple) 3D animations or sketches to this story?

    Being able to picture a story/concept in your head based on plain text should not be a required skill any more in the 21th century.
    Pornography = boring.

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