Electricity

I stripped down to my underwear, throwing my clothes in a heap near the basement stairs.

I programmed the electric digital timer for four minutes on, one minute off, for six cycles, then placed it on the couch. I picked up the two alligator clips in one hand and with the other pushed the button on the digital timer to turn the power on. The red light came on which meant the alligator clips were live with electricity. I adjusted the sliding power adjuster to about 1/3 power, then turned again to the alligator clips.

I brushed the two clips together and watched as the electricity sparked slightly, creating a small cloud of smoke.

I allowed the one clip to drop and holding the other, pushed my forefinger and thumb together, opening the clip, then squeezed the skin of my balls together and attached the alligator clip to the skin, slowly releasing my grip on the clip, allowing it to close on my scrotum.

I then picked up the other clip and held it in my fingers. I could feel the electricity powering through my fingers at the point of contact. I also felt it in my scrotum.

I then squeezed the skin of the other testicle and held my breath as I attached the clip to the scrotum.

Immediately, I could feel the electricity zapping my testicles. I screamed out and tried to control the pain so I wasn’t so loud, but the electricity was grabbing my balls like a vice grip. I continued to cry out, but a few seconds later, I was able to control it, then reached for the sliding power adjuster. I slowly pushed the power up until the pain in my balls was so intense I could barely stand, then quickly reached for the digital timer and turned the power off.

I then wrapped the two pillows around my waist and wrapped the cable around my waist on top of the pillows and clipped the two ends together.

I then stood on the chair and hooked the cable around my waist with a carabiner. I then hooked the carabiner to the chain hanging from the ceiling in the basement and adjusted the pillows under the cable. I checked the clock on the VCR and made a mental note the digital timer would go on in five minutes. I quickly reached between my legs for the chain and hooked another carabiner to the chain, then pulled the chain through my legs so it was riding between my buttcheeks, and hooked that carabiner to the cable around my hips. I checked the clock again. Four minutes to go.

While standing on the chair, I tied a three-foot long strap around my right wrist. I tied the knot about ten times, then wrapped it around again and tied it yet again. I wouldn’t be getting this wrist free. I then did the same to my other wrist. I tied a carabiner on each strap right at the wrist. I’d use these carabiners to secure my wrists behind my back with the MasterLock.

I adjusted myself again, then bent over, bringing my head down until the cable around my waist dug into my hips.

I was ready.

I looked at the VCR. Three minutes to go.

The night before, I’d frozen a small length of chain in water. It was like a dog’s collar. I draped the large O-ring over the side of the container. The container was about six inches tall, about one inch across. I’d done it a week prior to test how long it would take to melt. By my rough estimates, I figured it would take about an hour and a half to let the chain inside loose. I’d prepared the chain so that on both ends, the O-ring was loose. I’d easily be able to use the MasterLock to hook my wrists to the chain.

As I stood on the chair, I double checked the ice and O-rings. I was ready.

I stepped off the chair and hung there from my hips about three feet off the floor. I was trying to think of what I looked like hanging here naked, imagining it looked like pretty strange. The cable around my hips was attached to the chain and the chain itself was between my legs, scraping up against my hole, attached to the cable at my front.

I reached out with my hands and wasn’t even close to touching the floor. I did, though, reach the chair and spun myself around so it was in front of me.

I half picked up the chair and pushed it across the floor until it was almost out of reach, then quickly put my hands behind my back. I reached both hands around my back and felt for the MasterLock. I found it and hooked the one carabiner into the U-ring of the lock, then carefully hooked the other carabiner into the U-ring. I took a deep breath and closed the MasterLock. I was now totally committed.

I checked the VCR. One minute to go. I didn’t know how many seconds had elapsed into the final minute, so I braced myself. I knew it was going to hurt. I’d hung before hundreds of times. I’d also electrocuted my balls hundreds of times before. I’d never done both at the same time, though. Every time I’d try to do it, I’d chicken out before the timer clicked on. This time would be different. I couldn’t break out of this quickly.

I started to get nervous. A million things ran across my mind. What could go wrong? A million things could go wrong.

I watched as the VCR’s clock clicked to the next minute. The digital timer was set only seconds behind the VCR.

I heard the digital timer click on the electricity and a moment later, heard myself scream out in horrifying pain as the electricity grabbed my testicles like a sledgehammer slamming voltage through them. And I kept screaming and screaming. The electricity was more than I thought it was going to be. It was like a glove of broken glass squeezing on my scrotum. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. I pulled against my restraints, my hands desperately trying to get free to stop the pain, but to no avail. There was nothing I could do. I was totally helpless.

Every movement. Every movement caused more pain than I thought I could handle. I tried to hold still, but then realized it was impossible because I was still screaming. And my eyes were glued shut. I felt myself swinging from the chain and tried to open my eyes and tried to stop screaming. The pain was so much more than I had anticipated that I thought I better begin to get myself loose now because I didn’t want to go into having the power turn off, then back on.

I pried open my eyes and tried to hold myself still so I could check the VCR. The timer said that only two minutes had passed. Four more minutes to go.

I tried to steady myself. I tried to get control of the pain. I tried to stop moving. I tried to stay still. Every movement brought more torture to my balls. I tried again to control the pain. I pulled on my wrists, feeling for the stick of ice.

What was I thinking when I hooked myself up to this. I knew for a fact the ice wouldn’t melt to a point where I could get a wrist free for more than an hour.

The pain dug into my balls again. I could feel drips of water from the ice on my back, beginning to pool, and running down my backside.

It was then I realized my mistake. If the water dripping down my backside goes through to the front and connects to the alligator clips on my balls, then the pain I was feeling now would be a walk in the park compared to the covalent bonding water would make with the two clips on my scrotum.

I tried to adjust myself to be sure the water didn’t actually make it through my legs. Most was falling off the sides. I checked the VCR and saw it click over to just one minute left.

The pain was almost bearable now. If I moved suddenly, the clip would bite into my balls again and again.

And as suddenly as the pain started, I heard the digital timer click off and the electricity mercifully stopped.

I slumped down against my restraints, exhausted from only the first six minutes.

A few seconds later, I realized I could use this time to massage the ice stick to make it melt faster.

I reached up for the one end and wrapped my fingers around, stroking it up and down to melt the ice faster. I was actually trying to dig into the ice with my fingernails, desperately trying to get the hook out of the ice.