The watching cheerleaders laughed raucously as he thrashed around futilely trying to escape. “NO! AAA! STOP! STOP! TURN IT OFF! OH GOD! IT’S TOO COLD! EEE!” He screamed and pleaded and begged as the ice-water cascaded over his bound form.
Finally, long after his endurance had given out, after the torture had long become unbearable, they turned the water off. He gasped with relief.
“Look at his little baby c**k now,” one girl giggled. They all pointed. His balls were shriveled and tight, his c**k at its smallest size, its tinyness humiliating. He blushed.
The girl at the faucet turned it back on. He screamed. She turned it off. He gasped for breath. Then she turned it back on. He screamed. Off again. He looked pleadingly at her, but there was no mercy. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On. With
