Boys In The Locker RoomA littel back ground:
I used to be a lifeguard in high school. We had our own locker rooms that were separate from the ones used by teachers and students (technically these were once the family locker rooms, but were in disrepair and they just let the guards have it)
My best friend Sandy (also a guard) was great at getting boys to do things for her. She would promise them a peek or a feel or whatever, and they would do virtually anything she asked. She never gave them a peek or feel, but it didn't matter.
One day I had this dipsh!t sophomore boy Tom dump his coke into my bag just because I told him I wouldn't go out with him. Ruined all of my homework, and I got a detention for being late on a big project.
The next day, at the end of F block shift (last swim block of the day) Sandy told me she left me a present in the locker room. I didn't think much of it, and went on closing up.
When I went back to the guards locker room, I saw Tom standing outside the door to the gross stall (formally the handicaped bathroom, but one of the partition walls was missing) butt naked, with his hands duck taped behind him. When I looked closer, his balls were trapped on the inside of the locked stall door, with the rest of him outside of it.
He begged for help. I almost felt sorry for him. Then I saw the bottle of coke, and got pissed. I told him I was going to make him pay for what he did. I used my studded leather belt on his *** back and legs. He screamed, but I didn't care - no one could here anything.
I went inside the stall and used my belt on his balls. He really screamed himself horse when I hit his balls.
After a while I put his cloths in a locker, and locked it. I went inside the stall and took hold of his balls, then unlocked the door and dragged him out the back door of the pool, depositing him into a snow bank with a last good hard yank.
I never saw Tom in school after that.