Silent Punishment - Lalo Cortez

Description: I closed the living room curtains. the light became soft.the table was there, firm, cold, occupying the center of the space like an improvised altar.i sat in the middle of the table, spread my legs wide, and let my body relax. i was naked, exposed, vulnerable. the silence in the house seemed to heighten the tension inside me.i took hold of my testicles gently. at first, just to feel the weight, the warmth of the skin against my fingers. then i began to squeeze. lightly, then harder. the pain came quickly, but it wasn’t a shock — it was a kind of dirty comfort. a sign that i was entering that space that was mine alone, between pain and desire.i pressed them against the tabletop with the palm of my hand. the wood was hard, unforgiving. the pain was sharp, direct, and shot through my body like a jolt. i shuddered. the pleasure followed closely behind, hidden in the humiliation of being there, punishing myself alone, in the middle of the room.i crushed them again. i felt my breath catch for a second, my body tense up. but i didn’t stop.each time i pressed them against the table, i felt a strange pleasure.there, alone, on top of the table where i usually eat or work... i was being exactly who i am.just me. the pain. and the urge to feel it.