When I was eight a friend and his older brother tied me to some trees naked in the woods and shot at me with a bb gun.
I had welts and sores all over me, front and back. Especially all around my c***, balls and b***. After I started screaming as loud as I could they stuffed one of my socks in my mouth. I don’t think it was a very powerful gun because none of the bbs actually went in, but the ones that would kind of miss and just graze my skin would make me bleed. I think that scared them and is why they stopped. I hurt pretty bad for a couple of weeks. I never told anybody because they said they’d beat me up bad if I did. I hated them so much for that. That was a long time ago. But now …. it’s weird, when I think back on it, it turns me on.
I’m in my 50s now and catch myself wishing I could experience it again.