"OUCH!!!"
The cry escaped his lips despite his efforts at silence. The ring was biting into his flesh, bruising it into a red circle of pain. His attempts to slide it off had shot a fresh jolt of pain, making him cry out.
"Dan? Are you alright?"
Shit! Aunt Heather was at his bedroom door. Before he could move away, the door swung open and she rushed in with a concerned look.
"OH My God! What have you done?"
Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as she took in the incredulous scene of her nephew standing fully naked, his cock in a raging erection. She couldn't tear her eyes off his enlarged cock-head, purple and pulsating. Dan was holding his shaft close to the base, his face twisted in pain and shame.
She rushed forward, the nurse in her taking over.
"Move your hands, let me see" she commanded. Dan dropped his hands, ashamed and relieved at the same time. He was in great pain and at his wits end. Aunt Heather was a registered nurse at the local hospital. She would know how to deal with this mess he had gotten into.
Heather couldn't believe her eyes. The boy had slipped a metal ring on his penis and the ring was too small for his erect size. The ring was lodged at the base of his cock, holding in the blood. The cock looked painfully beautiful, the veins on his thick shaft bulging and throbbing, capped with a huge bulb-like head. She took in his bare body, lean muscles under smooth skin, long legs and arms with barely any body hair. Even his pubic hair was scant and short, almost non-existent, making his balls look like pink eggs hanging in a delicate web.
She drew in her breath, trying not to get overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and sensuality of youth. He wasn't really a boy anymore, 18 years old and in college. He was her husband Roger's nephew. Roger and his brother shared the same strict austere moral code, shunning alcohol, cigarettes or any other vices. They wanted the boy to follow in their footsteps and instead of letting him stay at the college dorm, Dan had to live with his uncle Roger and aunt Heather.
Dan had hoped for freedom when he left home for college, thirsting to try the adventures his friends bragged about. But his Dad had made him select a college in the town where Uncle Roger lived, ensuring his continued supervision. Uncle Roger was even worse than his Dad. He and Aunt Heather had no kids, and he hadn't seen Uncle Roger smile or laugh once. The only saving grace was Aunt Heather. She had a kindly face and especially when Uncle Roger was not around her eyes would take on this mischievous twinkle as she teased him about his girlfriends, or lack thereof.
She moved closer and held his length in her left hand; it's thick mass hot and pulsating, while she gently examined the skin around the ring. There was no way it would come off without the erection completely subsiding, and the way his cock throbbed in her hand it showed no sign of abating. Clearly he was in much pain, his eyes screwed shut now, probably embarrassed to death. Her right hand moved down, cupping his balls and lifting them up. They looked so clean and yummy.
"We need to get your penis back to its normal size, Dan. Can you think of something frightening or disgusting to lose the erection?"
"I tried, but it didn't work. It's probably half an hour now and I can't bear it anymore and it still won't go down"
"Hmmm. Looks like you have to release your... hmm... you know... for it to subside. Did you try to... you know... like... help yourself?" Heather blushed as she searched for words. Living with her prudish husband for years had made her forget words like 'cum' and 'jerk off'. She suddenly felt a sense of rebellion and anger at her husband for years of joyless life.
"I tried that too, Aunt Heather" he whined. "But I can't use my hands to... you know... because the skin near the ring hurts real bad."
