There is only one way to purity: male trauma focused CBT!
This is one of those extreme CBT stories that make your blood freeze in your veins – so get ready…
The Charter of the Holy Brotherhood prohibited masturbation. Aelstan knew it well – but still failed to keep himself in. Morning hard-ons, aching balls that were about to burst under cum pressure, the sweet itching somewhere close to his bell end – all that was something he just couldn’t resist.
The Elders said that the best way out was to avoid thinking about jacking off. Well, Aelstan was really doing his best to chase the tempting thoughts away. For example, yesterday evening, when he had nothing to do and was about to grab his stiff cock and start beating it, he suddenly clenched his teeth and started drilling the holy formula of the Brotherhood: “I, Aelstan, the son of Blossoming in Continence, am not allowed to…” (there came the fullest list of sweet sins, the mere mentioning of which was already enough to get one horny).
Holy Brotherhood was well over three hundred years old. A long long time ago when shameless kinks put the puritan tyranny of Aldonach to an end, the ancestors of today’s Brothers ran away somewhere to the back of beyond. Since that time each and every of Aldonach’s ancient precepts was performed in full (at least, they seemed to be) – plus, several generations of the tyrant’s followers added in their own, even stricter rules.
The main question that almost each of about a thousand of Brothers and Sisters asked in the privacy of his or her mind was WHY? Why did the prim Elders care about masturbating young men so much? Why did they care about girls allowing boys to caress their tender firm breasts?
Still all Brothers obeyed the laws of Aldonach perfectly. The ones who did not were punished with brutal trauma focused CBT, the fear of which was making most of them succumb to the senseless and merciless rules. There was a separate clan of punishers in the Elders’ biggest Temple, each and every member of the clan being a top-class male CBT torturer. However…
Yesterday the thoughts about the punishers (the Elders called them Saving Thoughts) stopped Aelstan. But today was a totally different case.
Today Aelstan was on the verge of going insane. Warm summer breeze sliding into the attic through the cracked roof (in accordance with the Charter, the youngest Brothers had to sleep up there – the closeness to the skies was supposed to protect them from sinful thoughts) was not calming him – it felt like it was burying its tiny claws in the boy’s burning hot skin. A revolving fireball was pulsing inside his skull, his eyes couldn’t see anything. He tried to resist the sinful thoughts for several seconds but that throbbing bulge underneath his rough and stingy smock… That was something he couldn’t resist for sure. Aelstan heaved a long whistling sigh and let his hand touch the bulge that seemed to be about to burst through the brown hessian.
A flow of delirious fantasies went racing through his head and his stiffening member almost went radiating concentrated energy. Aelstan pulled the hem of his dusty smock up feverishly letting it rest on his belly in an ugly lump and bared his cock twined with bulging veins. His fingers enveloped the thick shaft and pulled the foreskin back letting the dark red head break free from its hold. Aelstan’s skin was crawling and he didn’t manage to keep a long harsh yet melodious moan inside. He wasn’t just stroking his cock – he was stroking something important, something secret inside his rebellious soul.
Aelstan moved his pelvis slightly getting settled on the floor – and the dust of the rotten wood went streaming treacherously into the tiny holes left by the bugs that has forsaken this run-down shack long ago in search of something more nutritious. That was even more than enough to wake the boy’s older brother, bear-like Guardian Taareg up – the bitter dust that he inhaled broke his soft sleep, awakening him into a fit of painful coughing. The back of his shaggy head slammed against the rock-hard stand (the Elders didn’t allow to sleep on pillows that felt so much like the tender bellies of naked men or women)… Taareg listened to the soft moans sounding from up above. His little brother, god damn his ass, was breaking the Charter of the Brotherhood. All the brutal CBT stories about the punishers that suddenly went racing through Taareg’s head made blood freeze in his veins. He just had to inform the Elders from the Temple about Aelstan’s flagrant misbehavior. Oh did he? After all, the boy was only eighteen and Taareg could imagine the way he was feeling now as he had lived through it all himself before…
No fuckin’ way. The sleeping backstreets are flooded with other Guardians – the merciless spies brought up by the Temple. They will hear Aelstan’s moans in this deadly quiet hour – and when they do, they will wonder why Taareg was so deaf. There was a severe male CBT punishment awaiting those who covered sinners… No, he just had to inform the Elders.
Taareg had been weighing things up for mere seconds but that was already too long. A faint whisper approached the door of the shack, the door opened with a terrifying creak and two men sporting black smocks with the Temple’s emblem went racing up to the attic.
Meanwhile, Aelstan was beating his meat faster and faster. The Saving Thoughts were no longer bothering him. He had had to lube his palm with saliva several times before a couple of quivering drops of salty natural lube finally appeared on his bell end. A wave of sweet languor was building up inside his body, his dick was throbbing, his balls were safely locked under a thick layer of armor that his scrotum turned into…
What happened next was worse than the worst extreme sexual teasing and orgasm denial scene that you could have seen before – the opening attic hatch banged deafeningly like a thunderbolt out of the blue and two grey silhouettes appeared in front of Aelstan. True embodiment of punishment for the sweet sin he gave in to.
“Uh-huh! Here you are, Aelstan, the son of Blossoming in Continence,” hissed one of the Guardians.
Aelstan came back to full consciousness only when he was already delivered into the Temple. There were nine men gathered around the long table – the Elders and the Brotherhood Keepers were all there. Their faces were hidden and their eyes shining from underneath their hoods were something even scarier than the eyes of the beasts – these were the eyes of non-human beings.
The punisher was there as well – and one quick glance at him was enough for Aelstan to lose the boner that didn’t weaken even for a single second while the Guardians were dragging him all the way into the Temple. Still, the Elders saw everything they needed to see – they saw the silvery thread of lube dangling on the boy’s bell end.
“Aelstan, the son of Blossoming in Continence!” The voice was so terrifying that Aelstan started trembling. The only way to protect his sanity was to stop listening… “…sentenced to three full strikes on his balls and to ten seconds of vice grip”.
Aelstan felt cold sweat start streaming down his back. He was ready to hear anything except this verdict! Still, there was no sense in pleading for mercy – those gay CBT kinks addicted to brutality would never listen to him.
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The punisher approached Aelstan slowly grinning at the helpless boy writhing in the hands of the Guardians. His enormous hand reached out for the boy’s wrinkled limpie but stopped mere millimeters away from it, then slid a little lower and enveloped his balls. The punisher grabbed Aelstan’s scrotum so that his right nut in a tight sack of shiny skin stuck out between his fingers. His second veiny palm went up cutting the air and then the fist that was just a tiny bit smaller than Aelstan’s head smashed down on his testicle.
A deep pang of wild unbearable pain lanced through Aelstan’s right ball. He yelled out and went down on his knees drooping like a rag doll in the Guardians’ hands. Still, they pulled him up making him stand on his feet again. The punisher grabbed the boy’s left nut and his monstrous fist went down another time, even faster and, seemingly, stronger. The pain was so crazy that Aelstan, who was already bawling like a baby, thought that his ball burst apart… Still, that was only the beginning – the prisoners of the Temple were never allowed to have any rest.
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The punisher took Aelstan’s sack into his hand once again, this time squeezing both balls between his sausage-like thumb and index finger. His fist would hardly be able to strike both nuts, so he smashed them with the base of his palm. Aelstan’s balls hit the bones of his hand, absorbed the shock and throbbed back being in the verge of popping open. The boy broke free from the Guardians’ hold and crashed down onto the floor. He was yelling bloody murder and rolling on the cold stone with his mutilated rocks in his hands… As if it was going to help.
This is what the Charter called “a full strike on the balls”. There were still two more awaiting Aelstan – and between the second and the third, he was going to get his nuts gripped in a vice according to the Elders’ order. He didn’t know if he was going to live through it all – his CBT torture pain was already unbearable and there was still so much ahead of him.
Still, the trauma focused CBT punishment had to be paused for a while again. No, it wasn’t because Aelstan started fighting the punisher (as you understand, this didn’t make any sense) or because he, for instance, passed out (the punishers knew how to keep their victims wide awake till the end of the treatment). The problem was that the incredible pain made his scrotum tighten up turning into a stone-hard lump, which was something that the Elders did not like. They ordered the punisher to bring a bowl of hot water and to steam the sinner’s sack out there for a while.
The water was close to boiling but, surprisingly, it took the pain away. What was really bad though was the fact that Aelstan’s scrotum relaxed and went dangling low – bright red, swollen and perfectly unprotected. And the punisher didn’t miss the chance to use it.
The second generous portion of CBT torture pain made Aelstan yell so loud that his voice became hoarse. The pain grew up in his sack, went all the way up to his throat making him get dizzy. Angry tears were blinding him and his balls were in such pain that he wanted to rip them off and throw them away so that he would never feel anything even half as painful (oh gosh, that pain was just killing him!!!) as that.
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Next came the time for the vice torture. In most cases, the punishers used real vice (one sinner even got his balls squashed for real for fucking another guy – that was something that almost made everyone in the Temple including the punisher himself throw up). However, since Aelstan was a first-time sinner, the Elders decided to let the punisher use his hands on the boy.
When the punisher grabbed the sinner’s balls and squeezed them as tight as if he was trying to choke his worst enemy to death, Aelstan felt like he had the whole of his body gripped in the vice. Still, the pain seemed to focus inside his sack for some reason. He was yelling so loud and writhing so strong that the punisher and the Guardians had to resort to the services of two other assistants. They put Aelstan down on the floor with a separate man holding each of his limbs and the punisher, who was squeezing the poor boy’s balls tighter and tighter, continued his terrible business.
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Aelstan was totally unable to keep on thinking rationally and there was only one thought burning through his blurred mind like a white-hot iron rod: the third strike was on the way! A punisher awoken in the middle of the night will surely do his best to make the boy understand that jacking off was a bad thing. It wasn’t by chance that Taareg who had lived through the same procedure never dared to touch his cock again – except for the cases when he needed to pee. He was only fourteen years old when he was busted by the Guardians with his cock in his hand. Back then the punisher working in the Temple was a zillion times tougher than the current one – even the Elders feared him. Once, during the execution that butcher noticed that one of the Elders got a hard-on watching the male CBT punishment – and almost tore his balls off not paying any attention to his rank. When the sinful Elder came back to his senses several hours ago, he decided to resign immediately. Why? Well, announcing verdicts with his newly acquired squeaky voice was such a shame.
During the third strike, Aelstan, who was already going completely insane, felt like his body comprised balls and nothing except balls – and like there was a separate punisher for each testicle. When the punisher gave him the farewell strike making the stone floor shake and the Guardians freed his limbs, Aelstan rolled himself into a tight ball on the floor and lay there sobbing quietly. He didn’t dare to move a finger of his cause even the blood running under the black skin of his scrotum was piercing his nerve endings with the aftermath of the hellish CBT torture pain…
The Guardians and the Elders didn’t pay no attention to the boy – they had more work to do. Right before the final strike a pack of Guardians has delivered another couple of barely legal sinners into the Temple. The boys were busted in the process of giving handjob to each other. The Elders couldn’t hide their thirsty smiles – it wasn’t for the first time they were seeing these two bastards in the Temple. The punisher was walking to the adjacent torture hall with a loud hearty laugh…
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The new sinners made his work so much easier. According to the Charter, they were going to make half of the strikes themselves – they were pleasuring each other so well, now they would have to make each other yell from pain. What if they didn’t? Well, then he would have to get down to business earlier than expected then. His fists hurt after that previous motherfucker so badly – looked like this time he would need to give them some rest and get the vice from the basement – the Elders wouldn’t mind it anyway. They hadn’t minded it when the previous punisher squashed the current one’s nuts after all, had they…
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