Chad groaned himself awake. Even while lying prostrate, the weights felt like they were pulling his balls away from his body. The pain was excruciating. He turned on the light next to his bed, and threw back the covers.
He stared. The chrome ring had multiplied. His red tight balls were visible sticking out of the sixth ring separating his balls from his body. Damn, if he could ever get those off, he'd have really low hangers. If the pain had stopped, he might have even been happy. He thought about it, and swallowed hard. Each time he flipped the switch, and it hadn't apparently done anything, Chad now wondered if that had created another ring. He carefully remembered flipping the switch five times trying to get released.
Maybe he should go to the hospital? His uncle was a fireman, but he didn't want the jaws of life to accidentally snip off his balls along with the rings. He pulled on some shorts, and headed out the door to sit on the porch to think. There was no way that he could sleep with his nuts in the rings steel grip.
He opened the door, and looked down and stared. Another black gift box was sitting on his welcome mat. This one had a big tag addressed "FOR CHAD". He swallowed hard, and slowly reached for the box. He unfastened the ribbon, and opened the lid...