FROM THE NET
Actually, cock rings can be found in many non-S&M situations. They restrict blood flow to the penis - hence blood that goes in to cause an erection does not flow out as easily. This results in a harder erection that lasts longer. They are often employed in situations where flacidity is less acceptable or may cause unpopularity, such as at an orgy.
Cock rings come in all sorts of materials, including leather, rubber, metal - I've even seen an impromptu surgical tubing cock ring. An important design consideration is size of cock ring and method of closure. Flexible materials like leather will often have snaps, buttons, or velcro that make it easy to adjust the size of the cock ring. Metal ones do not! This is important to remember because the size of the base of the penis is greater after one has achieved an erection. Let me spell out a painful and potentially embarassing series of events with non-resizable cock rings:
Man puts on metal cockring when he's flacid.
Man achieves powerful, earth-shaking erection.
Man throws back head, beats chest and emits loud ululation.
Time passes...
The erection, perhaps having served its purpose(s), is no longer fun.
The erection prolonging qualities of the cock ring keep the erection in effect.
Man finds that base of penis, when erect, is too large to remove cock ring comfortably.
Man experiences slight nervousness.
Man applies lube.
Man applies butter.
Man applies ice.
Man experiences outright terror
You can see where I'm going with this. The result might be waiting for flacidity to take its own good time. It might also be a frantic trip to the emergency room if the thing is just too small.
Personally, I'm comfortable with the fact that erections come and go naturally during sex - a soft dick isn't necessarily a sign that a man isn't aroused. Also, cock ring induced erections are unnaturally hard, as if you've overfilled a water balloon and it's straining to pop.
LINK: http://everything2.com/title/cock+ring
11.12.2010
LOVE NEGATIVE COMMENTS!
IT MEANS HE'S DOING EVRYTHING RIGHT IN MY BOOK!
-Pillsbury Dough Boy on steroids!
-He could pass for the world's shortest and most muscular sumo wrestler with that belly!
-this guy actually looks like he's gonna keel over and die. his body is absolutely fucked
-WTF, this guy can hardly walk straight and he's gasping for air.. on top of all that he's expecting a baby! Bodybuilding is a fucking joke now.
-Too much eating + GH + roids = huge gut which is in front of his chest, Ronnie coleman who's not competing now and was in Bulgaria 3 months ago when he poses doesn't have this kind of balloon in his stomach, and this guy is dehydrated imagine him whit all that water man he would be disgusting.
-GH-stomach to the max. I'm not against steroids but his gut is just too much.
-he jumped from light hvy weight to super hvy weight in a year..that's why
-Holy crap !! This guy was a middleweight in the early 80's !! He must have put on 40 kgs - all on his stomach. He looks 9 months pregnant !! I think he took the term "body" building too literally !! You are meant to build your muscles - not your body !!
+100 Kgs El Shahat Mabrouk from Egypt
LINK: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSpT2slggGw
-Pillsbury Dough Boy on steroids!
-He could pass for the world's shortest and most muscular sumo wrestler with that belly!
-this guy actually looks like he's gonna keel over and die. his body is absolutely fucked
-WTF, this guy can hardly walk straight and he's gasping for air.. on top of all that he's expecting a baby! Bodybuilding is a fucking joke now.
-Too much eating + GH + roids = huge gut which is in front of his chest, Ronnie coleman who's not competing now and was in Bulgaria 3 months ago when he poses doesn't have this kind of balloon in his stomach, and this guy is dehydrated imagine him whit all that water man he would be disgusting.
-GH-stomach to the max. I'm not against steroids but his gut is just too much.
-he jumped from light hvy weight to super hvy weight in a year..that's why
-Holy crap !! This guy was a middleweight in the early 80's !! He must have put on 40 kgs - all on his stomach. He looks 9 months pregnant !! I think he took the term "body" building too literally !! You are meant to build your muscles - not your body !!
+100 Kgs El Shahat Mabrouk from Egypt
LINK: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSpT2slggGw
faced any consequence from exposing your enlarged nipples?
FROM THE NET
Q: I've got a question for this site's tit guys: Have any of you guys ever been hassled or gotten nasty remarks or otherwise faced any consequence from exposing your enlarged nipples? Any harmless or positive comments or questions? I'm sure we'd all be interested in any anecdotes anyone might have.
I've never really been hassled but I have gotten lots of looks. Sometimes I wear as much as 2 gauge rings. My tits really show with or without rings. One day I walked into the cafeteria at work and a group of assholes that I work with noticeably pointed to me with smirks and I assumed they were talking about my nipples. I just thought to myself, if you fucking jerks only knew what you're missing! The bigger the better.
I've worked hard to get my nips where they are now! I'm trying to get them bigger but I'm proud of their size (even after they go down, they're still almost twice the size of when I started). I'm actually buying shirts (dress, T, polo's) that enhance them and make them noticeable. Plus, there's just that feeling when you move of the shirt rubbing against your nips for that little "jolt" :shock: . I figure if I like to see it on a guy, surely someone else down here likes to see it too but may not admit it!
The bigger the better as far as I'm concerned and I enjoy the envious stares from other guys...especially at the beach! It takes time and patience to develop the size you want, so keep up the good work and enjoy the results.
i love to pump them 'til the moment i walk out the door. i live in a 30 unit apt building with a small elevator. yep, i do get shy, especially if the neighbors eyes are at nip level. once i'm out and about on the street, i'm fine, and they're down half size within 15 minutes. thus far my nips show through all layers [excepting coats] winter, spring, summer or fall. including t and button down oxford at work! just gotta keep feigning confidence.
I've been pumping for a while also and my nips protrude permanently about 1/4 inch. I'd like it to be 1/2 inch or 1 inch like true man udders should be. So mine do show thru t-shirts and polos but aren't too noticeable since it doesn't stick out that much. I want mine bigger and probably wouldn't try to hide it either. I've actually pumped with snake bite cups at the gym shower before and took them off after I was done to see what kind of reaction I'd get from people. A couple of young guys, early 20s, kinda did a double take. I thought that was kinda funny. I hope one day my nips will stay out 1 inch all the time or more.
i really never worry too much about my large nipples showing through my shirts or how they appear to others when i'm shirtless. in fact, as long as the weather permits i seldom wear a shirt and when i do it's usually a tight tank top. i've only had one person ever comment on them and that was a 30ish flat chested woman with a half a dozen kids. i was at an apartment complex pool sunning with a FB-he had HUGE puffy nipples, the size of silver dollars- she walked up and asked us to put shirts on because she thought our nipples were obscene. all it did was encourage us to demonstrate real obscenity. she and her brood didn't stay to long after that LOL. i think she was just envious
Cover-up? No way! Do women EVER attempt to hide their breasts??? No! They know what they DO (powerwise and sexually) in the everyday world. I mean it would be considered such an INSULT if a guy,or another chick even hinted at them cloaking their anatomy. So with my nipples, when I wear a t-shirt, or thinner dress-ish shirt, I ACTUALLY TWIST the fabric just above my NIPs, and slightly flatten the material out (keeping the protrusion LOOK accidental) just so they can be seen ALL the more. I have BIGGER nips anyway, but I LuuuuV seeing ppls eyes looking directly at, or talking at that level of my chest. It's AWESOME! I ALSO wear a cockring 24/7 also to emphasize my junk! It's kinda fun to see who looks, or, who looks ALOT/repeatedly, like when I'm at the gym, or out running. And don't think for ONE MINUTE that cars don't honk,ALOT. Or that cars keep circling the block to get another peek. Girls are alot friendlier too. Now some guys don't look much, or even notice. I kinda think either they have a big one too, or they just think its purely natural that a guy's junk may be kinda "out-there'. But take care guys, and...THANKS for reading this.
Q: I've got a question for this site's tit guys: Have any of you guys ever been hassled or gotten nasty remarks or otherwise faced any consequence from exposing your enlarged nipples? Any harmless or positive comments or questions? I'm sure we'd all be interested in any anecdotes anyone might have.
I've never really been hassled but I have gotten lots of looks. Sometimes I wear as much as 2 gauge rings. My tits really show with or without rings. One day I walked into the cafeteria at work and a group of assholes that I work with noticeably pointed to me with smirks and I assumed they were talking about my nipples. I just thought to myself, if you fucking jerks only knew what you're missing! The bigger the better.
I've worked hard to get my nips where they are now! I'm trying to get them bigger but I'm proud of their size (even after they go down, they're still almost twice the size of when I started). I'm actually buying shirts (dress, T, polo's) that enhance them and make them noticeable. Plus, there's just that feeling when you move of the shirt rubbing against your nips for that little "jolt" :shock: . I figure if I like to see it on a guy, surely someone else down here likes to see it too but may not admit it!
The bigger the better as far as I'm concerned and I enjoy the envious stares from other guys...especially at the beach! It takes time and patience to develop the size you want, so keep up the good work and enjoy the results.
i love to pump them 'til the moment i walk out the door. i live in a 30 unit apt building with a small elevator. yep, i do get shy, especially if the neighbors eyes are at nip level. once i'm out and about on the street, i'm fine, and they're down half size within 15 minutes. thus far my nips show through all layers [excepting coats] winter, spring, summer or fall. including t and button down oxford at work! just gotta keep feigning confidence.
I've been pumping for a while also and my nips protrude permanently about 1/4 inch. I'd like it to be 1/2 inch or 1 inch like true man udders should be. So mine do show thru t-shirts and polos but aren't too noticeable since it doesn't stick out that much. I want mine bigger and probably wouldn't try to hide it either. I've actually pumped with snake bite cups at the gym shower before and took them off after I was done to see what kind of reaction I'd get from people. A couple of young guys, early 20s, kinda did a double take. I thought that was kinda funny. I hope one day my nips will stay out 1 inch all the time or more.
i really never worry too much about my large nipples showing through my shirts or how they appear to others when i'm shirtless. in fact, as long as the weather permits i seldom wear a shirt and when i do it's usually a tight tank top. i've only had one person ever comment on them and that was a 30ish flat chested woman with a half a dozen kids. i was at an apartment complex pool sunning with a FB-he had HUGE puffy nipples, the size of silver dollars- she walked up and asked us to put shirts on because she thought our nipples were obscene. all it did was encourage us to demonstrate real obscenity. she and her brood didn't stay to long after that LOL. i think she was just envious
Cover-up? No way! Do women EVER attempt to hide their breasts??? No! They know what they DO (powerwise and sexually) in the everyday world. I mean it would be considered such an INSULT if a guy,or another chick even hinted at them cloaking their anatomy. So with my nipples, when I wear a t-shirt, or thinner dress-ish shirt, I ACTUALLY TWIST the fabric just above my NIPs, and slightly flatten the material out (keeping the protrusion LOOK accidental) just so they can be seen ALL the more. I have BIGGER nips anyway, but I LuuuuV seeing ppls eyes looking directly at, or talking at that level of my chest. It's AWESOME! I ALSO wear a cockring 24/7 also to emphasize my junk! It's kinda fun to see who looks, or, who looks ALOT/repeatedly, like when I'm at the gym, or out running. And don't think for ONE MINUTE that cars don't honk,ALOT. Or that cars keep circling the block to get another peek. Girls are alot friendlier too. Now some guys don't look much, or even notice. I kinda think either they have a big one too, or they just think its purely natural that a guy's junk may be kinda "out-there'. But take care guys, and...THANKS for reading this.
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Hi Royd,
Thanks for the invitation to see more of your pictures on another site - I'd be honored to receive access. I'm sorry I didn't reply sooner; been away on business and haven't accessed this mailbox. I'm satisfied that your pictures on the JUICED forum are the best, for me, much better even than Markus Ruehl's, and his are good as we'd both agree. I'm a massive fan of Dore's swimwear since I discovered her three years ago, but you're lucky enough to have the best skin color for her designs/colors - they look so good with that fantastic all over tan. Of course, all this would be ruined if you weren't a shaver....do you wonder why men who buy sexy swimwear [or like us, buy ultra sexy micro swimwear!] stuff hairy balls into it - to me, it looks disgusting? Fortunately, I'm not a hairy man - but I'd prefer to be smoother still; if it wasn't so time consuming, hopefully as smooth as you - you're hairless body is just perfect, and to my eyes, extremely manly - hence my comments on the forum. When my penis grew it's first few hairs, I learned genital shaving FAST - and I've been shaving ever since; I have no idea what my penis looks like with hair because I've never had any! I felt the same about my anus too - look fantastic smooth; look ugly with hair. You may have been the same? I'm also a massive fan of genital jewellery but although I'm smooth myself and enjoy the liberation of Dore's tiny suits, I've not raised the courage to have my penis pierced [yet] - my heart is desperate to see/feel the PA in my glans, but my head has stopped me so far. That is why I find the pictures of your pierced penis so magnificent [the best I think I've ever seen]- I imagine all that jewellery, especially that huge PA must make you feel incredible all the time? In fact, the sheer weight of all that manhood between your legs must make you feel constantly horny - if those were my jewels, I'd never get to sleep! How long have you had the PA and how long have you been stretching it? Are you glad you've gone so large? The ball stretching really intrigues me - have you been doing this long? After what I perceived as some negative comments on the JUICED forum, I was very pleased that you posted some pics showing your erection and cumming - nearly everyone is stupid enough to think that a penis modified like yours doesn't actually work! Perhaps you'll be interested enough to tell me what the ups and downs of such mods are - and give me that final push to have a ring inserted into my own penis head.....I've settled on getting a frenum piercing done BUT somehow in my heart, it feels like a cop out, when I should be modifying my penis along the same lines as yours? Well that's enough about me for now - I'll be delighted to hear from you with words and pictures as soon as you're able, thanks Royd!
"Royd I am going to ring you!"
a fantasy of mine
"Royd you'll find out soon enough anyway where I am going to ring you. And what does it matter to you anyway, if your owner has ordered it? Heavy work group slaves like you get a genital band, and a snout ring. The genital band is actually one of the ways in which you slaves are lucky that you have such a caring owner - you're going to be doing heavy manual labour, and with low-hanging free-swinging balls like yours, there's a potential problem: they can get in the way! You probably haven't experienced it yet, but naked slaves sometimes get caught out if they do something without thinking - something simple, like sitting down! Their balls can slam into the chair, or get trapped under their thigh, and they scream. It's much worse when you are working at a huge variety of unfamiliar tasks - the slaves are so concerned about their balls that they don't focus properly on what's going on. It's not a problem on normal construction sites and so on as the workers' balls are safely protected inside their jeans, and most of the very well hung also wear briefs, or even jockstraps. But nude, there's a risk to you, and you may not work as hard as you should.
The solution is simple - a wide metal band around the root of your cock, stretching under your balls, lifts the balls up slightly and thrusts them and your cock forwards. It's much more out of harm's way when your legs are working hard. And, of course, incidentally it shows off your cock and balls to a much greater advantage - with them lifted up and thrust forward, they can't fail to be more noticeable - and you're not just here to work: your owner likes his men to be show objects, too. We call it a cinch ring, as it cinches your balls up and out of the way. You'll find that once you're used to it you'll like it - you won't get those pains that you'd otherwise get when your balls slap your thighs as you run: a lot of guys are surprised about this, as they just aren't used to exercising or working in the nude - but think about it: when did you last run a mile without shorts, or a jockstrap? And, of course, you'll get even more erections than usual - or, rather, those erections that you get anyway as a virile slave will last longer and longer. The cinch ring restricts the flow of blood flowing out of your cock a little, so once it's erect, it will be even harder than usual and some slaves even report it to be in the edge of painful, it's so hard - and the erection will last longer.
The snout ring is just a comfort factor for when the owner has nervous guests - in spite of the fact that we've never had an incident here of a slave attacking a man - there's no point, after all, as the slave can never escape and will surely be punished - some of the owner's guests get all worried when they see exceptionally strong, vigorous, slaves working near them. On those occasions when the master is entertaining, therefore, all heavy work slaves in the vicinity of the main house are secured - we can't chain your arms or legs, as you are working. We tried attacking the chain to your genital band, but it too can get in the way, and it is thought unwise to risk upsetting the electronics in your collar chain by attaching a security chain to it. Consequently all you heavy work slaves are fitted with a snout ring - a simple ring through the septum in your nose. It doesn't interfere with your eating, as it doesn't overhang your top lip, and once it's fitted, it isn't at all painful. But when we need to we can run a steel wire through the snout rings of all the slaves working on a project, and tether the end securely. It makes the owner's guests much happier, and it doesn't much interfere with your ability to work. Bear in mind, that the owner has two purposes in keeping slaves like you. Of course he needs the work about the estate done, but he could, if he wished, use machines for much of it with much less expense and a lot less effort - machines don't need guards, slave barracks, and veterinarians, do they? However the real purpose is to please the eye - the owner and his guests like to see beautiful men with firm, strong bodies working hard. There's nothing so pleasing as watching the muscles of a naked man as he toils away at a task that is almost physically beyond him, to see him panting and gasping for breath, to see the sweat trickling off him, and then, just as he seems to be giving up, to watch as the guard's whip caresses his arse and to see the slave invigorated and almost redoubling his efforts! It's a fine spectacle, and that's why all you slaves are handsome, well muscled, have no major physical deformities, and, or course, are kept nude. Now enough of this. To work!"
He moved a little lever on his control panel and the chair tilted backwards and the base almost raised so that my knees were up in the air and my head was towards the floor. The veterinarian sat on a small wheeled stool and scooted over to sit between my legs. His hand felt cold as he gripped my
balls, and I almost winced.
"Relax, boy - this isn't going to hurt you", he said. "What I need to do is to stretch your balls down so that I can gauge the size of ring to fit - it needs to be big enough to ensure that the balls are raised properly, but not so big that you're in constant discomfort as your balls are under relentless pressure. Now, try to relax as I stretch your balls. If you get extreme discomfort, you may say so. But I do need to pull them a little, to make sure I've got them fully extended."
I was getting slightly sick feelings in the pit of my stomach as his relentless pressure on my balls increased, but he did seem to be trying to be gentle. And then he let go and I just sat there, although I noticed form the cool, clammy feeling that my body had broken out in sweat as he'd been working. And as I sat there I couldn't help reflecting on what a mad world I seemed to have landed up in: I'd been a normal guy, and now here I was sitting naked, my pubes and body shorn and shaved, and waiting for a "cinch ring" to be fitted to me!
"Right.That's it. Now all we have to do is fit you with the ring."
He went to a cabinet against the wall and opened the door. Inside I could see, neatly laid out on trays, lots of gleaming metal bands. The doctor reached in and selected one, and came back.
"Look, see. Stainless steel, so there's no risk of getting an allergic reaction from your tender skin to it."
The ring was open so there was a gap in it, but even so it took a long time for the vet to position it and get my cock and balls through - he slopped oil over my cock and massaged it in to help, and I almost got used to having his fingers teasing and caressing my most sensitive parts as he worked away. Looking back on it I'm surprised I didn't spring an erection - now, when another man touches my cock it's absolutely instantaneous. But perhaps it was the thought that the was a "doctor", and you don't do things like that when a doctor's examining you, do you? When he seemed satisfied that the ring was properly located, he coated the open ends with something from a tiny tube, then came over with an instrument that looked rather like a giant pair of pliers, except that the handles were about three feet long.
"Don't worry", he said jokingly "These aren't the castrating shears, just the thing to close up the ring and make it nice and secure. We got you into that ring because the ends are open, but once I squeeze it closed into a perfect tool, and the superglue sticks it, there'll be no getting it off."
I shuddered inwardly - the fact that he could joke about there being a castrating tool presumably meant that, in his world, such a thing did indeed exist! I wondered how many men had sat where I now sat, just waiting to lose their manhood. He closed the jaws of the instrument around the ring, and pulled the two handles together. I got a momentary twinge of pain as my balls felt crushed by the tightness of the ring, but it did subside quite soon. I was suddenly "aware" of my balls and cock in a way you normally aren't - not only ere they no longer "hanging", but they feel all tight and constricted - and then, to my horror, I found myself going erect. As my cock hardened and lengthened, a deep blush arose across my shoulders and neck and up over my face. I'd never really been erect in front of another man before, and I desperately hoped that the doctor wouldn't notice. But he did! He reached down and actually played with my genitals, moving the ring around.
"Yes, that's excellent.You don't feel any rough edges, do you?"
I shook my head, too embarrassed to speak.
"What you're experiencing now is a perfectly normal reaction to cinching", he went on. "As I said, you'll find yourself erect more often, and those erections will be harder, and will last longer. You'll soon get used to it, and to the way that the balance of your body is altered because all your tackle is shifted forwards. You'll need to keep the whole area shaved, of course, as if your pubic hair starts to re-grow it will be extremely painful for you if loose hairs get trapped under the ring. It's deliberately tight to cause the maximum protrusion, and to prevent it ever slipping off - and, of course, to make you erect more. But that very tightness would work against you if you get hairy again - not that there's much chance of that happening whilst you're here, as all the slaves in the heavy work squad are kept shaved anyway."
He started fussing around with my head then, moving clamps from the side of the back of the chair and tightening them so that my head was immobile.
"This is going to be a little more unpleasant", he told me, "and so I need you held tight. Now, TRY to relax - the human body tolerates pain much better if it isn't quaking and shivering with fear, you know."
Well, I didn't know! No one had ever inflicted pain on me before. The doctor rummaged in a drawer around behind me, out of sight, and came and stood beside me holding another instrument that looked like one of those things you can get for stoning olives - a pair of pliers with one end fashioned in the form of a spike, and the other in the form of a small circle with a hole in the middle.
"One quick squeeze of this to make a hole in your septum", he told me. "There'll be lots of blood, but don't worry - there are no serious arteries in the nose, and blood spilling out always looks much more dramatic than it really is. You can scream if you like - it will hurt - most slaves do, and there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Please. Can't you give me something - a pain killing shot....?"
"No. You don't need it. The pain is only for a short time, and we don't like to waste money on pain killers for something inconsequential like this. And, in any case, your owner wants you to remember your ringing: every time you touch your snout ring in future you'll remember this morning just a little, and the memory of the pain you're about to experience will remind you that your owner has absolute power over your body. He can order all sorts of unpleasant procedures to be performed on you, and you are powerless to resist. So let this be a further lesson to you in what it really means to be a slave."
As he finished speaking he reached up my nostrils with the instrument, and I could feel the cold steel against my flesh. There was also that peculiar sharp "metallic" smell that you sometimes get from steel - I suppose it was because it was in such intimate contact with my nostrils. He fiddled around, positioning the end of the device to his satisfaction, then, holding the handles gently together so that it didn't slip or change its position, he moved around. He changed his grip on the handles so that he could exert the full pressure of his hands and arms, then squeezed. I did shriek. I felt the spike piercing my cartilage, and I'm sure I heard a dull sort of "scrunch" noise as the semi-brittle substance fractured. It hurt like hell. And blood started to pour out from my nose, to fall onto my naked chest and start to run down in a little rivulet across my belly and onto my newly-ringed cock. I was sobbing now, I couldn't help it. But the doctor paid no attention, and said calmly.
"There. The worst's over. Punching the hole is the painful bit, and the rest is merely, shall I say... 'discomfort'."
He'd put the instrument down, and was peering into my nostrils intently, dabbing at the blood with a surgical wipe. The cupboard holding the rings was opened again, and he came back to me holding a stainless steel ring, again open at the ends, about an inch and a half in diameter. It tickled, rather than hurt, as he maneuvered the ring into the hole he'd punched in my septum, and then a smaller version of the squeezing device was brought over, the open ends got a coating of glue, and the ring was squeezed closed.
"There, all done! Another success!"
He fussed around, releasing my head clamps, and then the bands holding my wrists down to the chair. At once my hands flew up to my face, and I tentatively touched the cold ring hanging from my nostrils to fall across my top lip. It felt so odd to have this foreign appendage on me, and I fiddled with it, moving it around - I got little shooting, tickling pains as I did so.
"You should do that for the next few days", the doctor told me. "Every now and then move it around so that as the scar tissue forms inside your nose the ring isn't trapped by it - you want it free moving, else when they tether you by it, it will be intensely painful later if you tear away lesions that will otherwise form between you and the metal of the ring."
He finished freeing me from the restraints, and told me to get up. As I stood there, I felt so humiliatingly exposed - my cock jutted out obscenely in front of me, and my body was all out of balance. I took a couple of tentative steps, and it just felt so odd - you don't really ever think of your cock and balls, do you, normally, but now I couldn't help doing it as they jutted out so prominently. The doctor opened the door and called the guard in, and the last I saw of him, as the guard marched me away, was him sitting at a PC and typing something in - I supposed he was updating the medical records, to record his "operations" on me.
"Royd you'll find out soon enough anyway where I am going to ring you. And what does it matter to you anyway, if your owner has ordered it? Heavy work group slaves like you get a genital band, and a snout ring. The genital band is actually one of the ways in which you slaves are lucky that you have such a caring owner - you're going to be doing heavy manual labour, and with low-hanging free-swinging balls like yours, there's a potential problem: they can get in the way! You probably haven't experienced it yet, but naked slaves sometimes get caught out if they do something without thinking - something simple, like sitting down! Their balls can slam into the chair, or get trapped under their thigh, and they scream. It's much worse when you are working at a huge variety of unfamiliar tasks - the slaves are so concerned about their balls that they don't focus properly on what's going on. It's not a problem on normal construction sites and so on as the workers' balls are safely protected inside their jeans, and most of the very well hung also wear briefs, or even jockstraps. But nude, there's a risk to you, and you may not work as hard as you should.
The solution is simple - a wide metal band around the root of your cock, stretching under your balls, lifts the balls up slightly and thrusts them and your cock forwards. It's much more out of harm's way when your legs are working hard. And, of course, incidentally it shows off your cock and balls to a much greater advantage - with them lifted up and thrust forward, they can't fail to be more noticeable - and you're not just here to work: your owner likes his men to be show objects, too. We call it a cinch ring, as it cinches your balls up and out of the way. You'll find that once you're used to it you'll like it - you won't get those pains that you'd otherwise get when your balls slap your thighs as you run: a lot of guys are surprised about this, as they just aren't used to exercising or working in the nude - but think about it: when did you last run a mile without shorts, or a jockstrap? And, of course, you'll get even more erections than usual - or, rather, those erections that you get anyway as a virile slave will last longer and longer. The cinch ring restricts the flow of blood flowing out of your cock a little, so once it's erect, it will be even harder than usual and some slaves even report it to be in the edge of painful, it's so hard - and the erection will last longer.
The snout ring is just a comfort factor for when the owner has nervous guests - in spite of the fact that we've never had an incident here of a slave attacking a man - there's no point, after all, as the slave can never escape and will surely be punished - some of the owner's guests get all worried when they see exceptionally strong, vigorous, slaves working near them. On those occasions when the master is entertaining, therefore, all heavy work slaves in the vicinity of the main house are secured - we can't chain your arms or legs, as you are working. We tried attacking the chain to your genital band, but it too can get in the way, and it is thought unwise to risk upsetting the electronics in your collar chain by attaching a security chain to it. Consequently all you heavy work slaves are fitted with a snout ring - a simple ring through the septum in your nose. It doesn't interfere with your eating, as it doesn't overhang your top lip, and once it's fitted, it isn't at all painful. But when we need to we can run a steel wire through the snout rings of all the slaves working on a project, and tether the end securely. It makes the owner's guests much happier, and it doesn't much interfere with your ability to work. Bear in mind, that the owner has two purposes in keeping slaves like you. Of course he needs the work about the estate done, but he could, if he wished, use machines for much of it with much less expense and a lot less effort - machines don't need guards, slave barracks, and veterinarians, do they? However the real purpose is to please the eye - the owner and his guests like to see beautiful men with firm, strong bodies working hard. There's nothing so pleasing as watching the muscles of a naked man as he toils away at a task that is almost physically beyond him, to see him panting and gasping for breath, to see the sweat trickling off him, and then, just as he seems to be giving up, to watch as the guard's whip caresses his arse and to see the slave invigorated and almost redoubling his efforts! It's a fine spectacle, and that's why all you slaves are handsome, well muscled, have no major physical deformities, and, or course, are kept nude. Now enough of this. To work!"
He moved a little lever on his control panel and the chair tilted backwards and the base almost raised so that my knees were up in the air and my head was towards the floor. The veterinarian sat on a small wheeled stool and scooted over to sit between my legs. His hand felt cold as he gripped my
balls, and I almost winced.
"Relax, boy - this isn't going to hurt you", he said. "What I need to do is to stretch your balls down so that I can gauge the size of ring to fit - it needs to be big enough to ensure that the balls are raised properly, but not so big that you're in constant discomfort as your balls are under relentless pressure. Now, try to relax as I stretch your balls. If you get extreme discomfort, you may say so. But I do need to pull them a little, to make sure I've got them fully extended."
I was getting slightly sick feelings in the pit of my stomach as his relentless pressure on my balls increased, but he did seem to be trying to be gentle. And then he let go and I just sat there, although I noticed form the cool, clammy feeling that my body had broken out in sweat as he'd been working. And as I sat there I couldn't help reflecting on what a mad world I seemed to have landed up in: I'd been a normal guy, and now here I was sitting naked, my pubes and body shorn and shaved, and waiting for a "cinch ring" to be fitted to me!
"Right.That's it. Now all we have to do is fit you with the ring."
He went to a cabinet against the wall and opened the door. Inside I could see, neatly laid out on trays, lots of gleaming metal bands. The doctor reached in and selected one, and came back.
"Look, see. Stainless steel, so there's no risk of getting an allergic reaction from your tender skin to it."
The ring was open so there was a gap in it, but even so it took a long time for the vet to position it and get my cock and balls through - he slopped oil over my cock and massaged it in to help, and I almost got used to having his fingers teasing and caressing my most sensitive parts as he worked away. Looking back on it I'm surprised I didn't spring an erection - now, when another man touches my cock it's absolutely instantaneous. But perhaps it was the thought that the was a "doctor", and you don't do things like that when a doctor's examining you, do you? When he seemed satisfied that the ring was properly located, he coated the open ends with something from a tiny tube, then came over with an instrument that looked rather like a giant pair of pliers, except that the handles were about three feet long.
"Don't worry", he said jokingly "These aren't the castrating shears, just the thing to close up the ring and make it nice and secure. We got you into that ring because the ends are open, but once I squeeze it closed into a perfect tool, and the superglue sticks it, there'll be no getting it off."
I shuddered inwardly - the fact that he could joke about there being a castrating tool presumably meant that, in his world, such a thing did indeed exist! I wondered how many men had sat where I now sat, just waiting to lose their manhood. He closed the jaws of the instrument around the ring, and pulled the two handles together. I got a momentary twinge of pain as my balls felt crushed by the tightness of the ring, but it did subside quite soon. I was suddenly "aware" of my balls and cock in a way you normally aren't - not only ere they no longer "hanging", but they feel all tight and constricted - and then, to my horror, I found myself going erect. As my cock hardened and lengthened, a deep blush arose across my shoulders and neck and up over my face. I'd never really been erect in front of another man before, and I desperately hoped that the doctor wouldn't notice. But he did! He reached down and actually played with my genitals, moving the ring around.
"Yes, that's excellent.You don't feel any rough edges, do you?"
I shook my head, too embarrassed to speak.
"What you're experiencing now is a perfectly normal reaction to cinching", he went on. "As I said, you'll find yourself erect more often, and those erections will be harder, and will last longer. You'll soon get used to it, and to the way that the balance of your body is altered because all your tackle is shifted forwards. You'll need to keep the whole area shaved, of course, as if your pubic hair starts to re-grow it will be extremely painful for you if loose hairs get trapped under the ring. It's deliberately tight to cause the maximum protrusion, and to prevent it ever slipping off - and, of course, to make you erect more. But that very tightness would work against you if you get hairy again - not that there's much chance of that happening whilst you're here, as all the slaves in the heavy work squad are kept shaved anyway."
He started fussing around with my head then, moving clamps from the side of the back of the chair and tightening them so that my head was immobile.
"This is going to be a little more unpleasant", he told me, "and so I need you held tight. Now, TRY to relax - the human body tolerates pain much better if it isn't quaking and shivering with fear, you know."
Well, I didn't know! No one had ever inflicted pain on me before. The doctor rummaged in a drawer around behind me, out of sight, and came and stood beside me holding another instrument that looked like one of those things you can get for stoning olives - a pair of pliers with one end fashioned in the form of a spike, and the other in the form of a small circle with a hole in the middle.
"One quick squeeze of this to make a hole in your septum", he told me. "There'll be lots of blood, but don't worry - there are no serious arteries in the nose, and blood spilling out always looks much more dramatic than it really is. You can scream if you like - it will hurt - most slaves do, and there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Please. Can't you give me something - a pain killing shot....?"
"No. You don't need it. The pain is only for a short time, and we don't like to waste money on pain killers for something inconsequential like this. And, in any case, your owner wants you to remember your ringing: every time you touch your snout ring in future you'll remember this morning just a little, and the memory of the pain you're about to experience will remind you that your owner has absolute power over your body. He can order all sorts of unpleasant procedures to be performed on you, and you are powerless to resist. So let this be a further lesson to you in what it really means to be a slave."
As he finished speaking he reached up my nostrils with the instrument, and I could feel the cold steel against my flesh. There was also that peculiar sharp "metallic" smell that you sometimes get from steel - I suppose it was because it was in such intimate contact with my nostrils. He fiddled around, positioning the end of the device to his satisfaction, then, holding the handles gently together so that it didn't slip or change its position, he moved around. He changed his grip on the handles so that he could exert the full pressure of his hands and arms, then squeezed. I did shriek. I felt the spike piercing my cartilage, and I'm sure I heard a dull sort of "scrunch" noise as the semi-brittle substance fractured. It hurt like hell. And blood started to pour out from my nose, to fall onto my naked chest and start to run down in a little rivulet across my belly and onto my newly-ringed cock. I was sobbing now, I couldn't help it. But the doctor paid no attention, and said calmly.
"There. The worst's over. Punching the hole is the painful bit, and the rest is merely, shall I say... 'discomfort'."
He'd put the instrument down, and was peering into my nostrils intently, dabbing at the blood with a surgical wipe. The cupboard holding the rings was opened again, and he came back to me holding a stainless steel ring, again open at the ends, about an inch and a half in diameter. It tickled, rather than hurt, as he maneuvered the ring into the hole he'd punched in my septum, and then a smaller version of the squeezing device was brought over, the open ends got a coating of glue, and the ring was squeezed closed.
"There, all done! Another success!"
He fussed around, releasing my head clamps, and then the bands holding my wrists down to the chair. At once my hands flew up to my face, and I tentatively touched the cold ring hanging from my nostrils to fall across my top lip. It felt so odd to have this foreign appendage on me, and I fiddled with it, moving it around - I got little shooting, tickling pains as I did so.
"You should do that for the next few days", the doctor told me. "Every now and then move it around so that as the scar tissue forms inside your nose the ring isn't trapped by it - you want it free moving, else when they tether you by it, it will be intensely painful later if you tear away lesions that will otherwise form between you and the metal of the ring."
He finished freeing me from the restraints, and told me to get up. As I stood there, I felt so humiliatingly exposed - my cock jutted out obscenely in front of me, and my body was all out of balance. I took a couple of tentative steps, and it just felt so odd - you don't really ever think of your cock and balls, do you, normally, but now I couldn't help doing it as they jutted out so prominently. The doctor opened the door and called the guard in, and the last I saw of him, as the guard marched me away, was him sitting at a PC and typing something in - I supposed he was updating the medical records, to record his "operations" on me.
Beads of sweat rolled down Royd’s flawlessly hairless skin
Beads of sweat rolled down Royd’s flawlessly hairless skin as he curled the heavy dumbbells. The intensity of his tan was incredible. He looked like a bronze statue come to life. His rich brown flesh was completely at odds with his ethnicity. Asian Americans were often stereotyped as geeks. Audible, sexual grunts escaped through his gritted teeth as he worked the intimidating hunks of iron over and over. The wet layer of glistening perspiration highlighted every ripple and cut of his inhumanly shredded musculature. With each rep, veins boiled and thickened, turning every part of his body into a hideous perversion of nature. Royd looked down at his own arms. He seemed utterly turned-on by the shockingly masculine muscles exploding off his body.
“Look at my big, thick bis…” He moaned, lust oozing out of every pore. “They’re so ripped. Look at all the fucking vulgar veins.” Royd groaned and wrenched the weights up. His arms erupted with a hideous amount of definition. A myriad of garden hose veins wrapped across his dripping forearms, over his distended, football-sized biceps and up to his shoulders. It eventually made it to his tightly flexed pecs where it fed those monstrosities the gallons of blood they thirsted for.
“God, every pump turns me on so much. I can feel my muscles stretching my skin. They feel like they’re going to rip right through.” Throwing his head back, Royd cranked out another mega-crunch. His pecs swelled to the point of bursting. Tendons flared through his giant bull neck. “I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me, SIR. Fuck me!”
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