WARNINGThis contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you arenotof legal age, don't read it.
REMARK This story picks up in the world set up the stories collectively known as theJustin Series. If you haven't read them, I recommend them based on the overwhelmingly positive stream of feedback I've received.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
Author: TopLegal, toplegal@geocities. com
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web in full.
After spanking him five nights in a row with a strap for his conduct, I realized more drastic measures were called for. A quick look at my most recent catalog from a leather shop brought to my attention a unique new chastity belt.
The hot man wearing it in the picture was yummy enough to want to eat and the metal cage that contained the _c_o_c_k_ looked unbelievable cruel in a way that only the most perfectly designed implements of bondage can look alluring and yet confine so completely. By allowing complete visibility and even slight touching of the _c_o_c_k_, it would be tempting and yet still impossible for the wearer to jack off.
From work the next day I ordered the device.
When it arrived in the mail on Saturday, Justin was surprised to find a package.
I opened the box and summoned my husband over. After fixing him at attention, I slid the back part of the metal device around his _c_o_c_k_ shaft and pulled his testicles through. Next I strapped the belt firmly in place. Then I attached the paddlock fixing the base.
Next, I closed the front cover after lifting his _c_o_c_k_ up towards his belly button. With two more paddlocks, his _c_o_c_k_ was sealed between two layers of metal. Ejaculation would be nearly impossible. It was delicious. I kissed him deeply and handed him tight fitting lycra shorts and told him we would be going out for brunch.
The door man saw and smiled at me but was polite enough not to say anything.
As I walked us slowly through the park, Justin gradually became shier and shier. Each passerby looked at him holding my hand and then his _c_o_c_k_ and then stared. Justin was embarassed beyond belief. In the restaurant he regained his composure and asked how long I intended to make him wear the belt. "Every night when you leave the office, you'll come by and I'll put it on you," I responded.
He frowned deeply, but did not argue. After a few minutes of silence, he asked the question "Why?"
I waited a while and then responded, "Because you can't keep your hands off yourself." As we left the restaurant to more glares from onlookers, I knew he wanted to find another answer.
Tom and I kissed and we all sat down in the living room. Geof took up his position between Tom's legs and sucked his master. Justin sat next to me, his _c_o_c_k_ still partially erect and all but untouchable in the metal cage.
Tom asked Justin about the chastity belt and Justin was not to chatty. After flipping my husband over my lap and deliverring 30 hard slaps to his buttocks he proceeded to explain to Tom why he needed the chastity belt. Tom asked me about it some more and how Justin would be able to go to the bathroom with it on. I pointed out that stainless steel doesn't rust so in terms of urinating it will be unpleasant, but it could be done. As for deficating, well just like he will have to wait to pleasure himself, he'll have to learn to control his bowels more.
Justin did not look pleased by the discussion, but said nothing. Tom asked me to order one for Geof and I saw Geof gag on Tom's _c_o_c_k_. I pointed out that not only was touching impossible but also, the cage was too tiny for a boy to have an erection in. Tom rubbed his hands gleefully and pointed out that since he worked from home Geof could count on being in chastity most of the day so he wouldn't be walking around the house turned on unless Tom wanted him to be.
I promised to order the unit for Geof as Justin got dressed for us to leave.
When I got home finally at 11, he was standing at the door waiting in the chastity belt.
But, I didn't take it off right away. Instead, I took my time, ate my dinner, read the mail, worked out and basically ignored him.
At midnight, I removed the belt, and immediately gave him his bedtime spanking. Once again he came from the spanking alone and then we had wild _s_e_x_ before finally going to sleep.
By the end of the week, I thought he was learning to accept the belt as part of his life, but Friday he left the office without letting me attach it.
By ten o'clock, I was both annoyed and worried, an altogether unpleasant condition to find me in. A half hour later, my blood was boiling.
When Justin finally walked in at eleven, I think he knew how furious I was because the first words out of his mouth were to ask whether he should fetch a strap or a paddle. Rather than give him time to make up excuses, I ripped his clothes off, fastened the chastity device around his _c_o_c_k_, and dragged him by his ear to the dungeon bedroom.
I positioned myself behind my errant husband and off to a side. Seconds later, the cane was flying through the air and down towards his tender exposed buttocks. This would be an especially painful spanking with his _c_o_c_k_ caged between two webbed layers of cold steel. No orgasm through pressure and frottage against the spanking horse would be possible. The first stroke of the cane landed on his smooth tanned buttocks violently. The cane barely made a sound as it struck. But within seconds, Justin's sobbing had turned to a yelp.
I repeated the treatment, lifting the cane high in the air and bring it down violently time and time again. All told, I counted 97 strokes. His buttocks, lower back, and upper legs were a mess of deep crimson lines where the cane had struck. His voice had grown slightly hoarse from screaming in pain, but not once had he begged me to stop, he knew better than that by now.
Then, I stood him up and tied his hands to the ceiling. With a tawse in hand, I then proceded to tenderize his nipples, underarms and firm torso. Thirty blows in all and his front side was a mess of red.
When I finally untied him and placed him in the window, he could barely stand from the pain. I made him stand, sore reddened backside to the city for twenty minutes while I jerked my hard _c_o_c_k_ off in front of him. Then I asked what his excuse was. His voice was so hoarse from the whipping that I barely heard his answer. I asked him to repeat himself.
"Sir, I just wanted to have some fun, I didn't think you would be angry," he managed.
"Wrong," I replied.
"It won't happen again sir," he responded.
"Of course it won't, you'll be wearing the chastity belt full time now and only have it removed for special occasions by me," I stated calmly. His whole body convulsed in terror and I savored the control I had over my beautiful husband.
"But, but, but how will I go to the bathroom," he managed.
I just grinned broadly.
"Please, I'm begging you sir, I promise nothing like this will happen again," he said as loudly as he could manage.
"Come here," I said motioning him to the spanking horse.
Slowly he came back to where he had just been caned. "Bring me a razor strap from the wall," I ordered. His eyes welled with tears, but he walked quickly to the wall and handed me the strap. "Bend over," I ordered. He did. Seconds later, I was belting his back with the strap until his smooth tan back was a dark shade of red. His cries and pleas for me to stop were barely audible.
When I was satisfied that there was little point in strapping him further, I took him on the floor of the dungeon. His sore back was pressed to the hard floor of the dungeon bedroom. My hard throbbing _c_o_c_k_ rammed his _f_u_c_k_hole through and through. My sides were slapping against his sore buttocks and all and all I was dominating him. Inside the _c_o_c_k_ cage, his _c_o_c_k_ strained to harden, but his _c_o_c_k_ was no match for the sturdy steel that enmeshed it.
Once I shot my load deep within him, I fastened the chastity belt fully and locked it in place. Then I left him on the floor, filled with my cum and sorer than I had ever made him.
By lunch time, Justin was pleading me with his eyes to let him out of the chastity belt. Instead of releasing him though, I took him over my knee and slapped his tender buttocks with my belt and _f_u_c_k_ed him in front of Tom and Geof. The embarassment of being treated so much like my property again was too much for him finally and he headed to the bedroom.
I followed and put him over my knee for another 50 with my hairbrush. All of the kicking and struggling he tried did not help him escape its blows, but did intensify the force with which I used it on him. Then I _f_u_c_k_ed him again on the floor of the bathroom.
Then we both headed back out to our guests, Justin was sorer than ever with deep welts now visible on his buttocks. Geof laughed a bit and Tom made him suck _c_o_c_k_ and then had me beat Geof with my belt. Geof was not laughing so hard after that. I also made Geof suck my _c_o_c_k_ and in a moment of particular cruelty, I had Geof lick what he could of Justin's _c_o_c_k_ through the webbed cage. The effect was painful for Justin whose _c_o_c_k_ reacted by straining itself against the unyielding metal. Geof took particular pleasure in this particular "blowjob" and kept it up for a full ten minutes til I finally asked him to stop.
After dinner, I used a tawse on Justin's front side again in front of Geof and Tom and then had both Tom and Geof _f_u_c_k_ his sorry ass. By the time they finally left, Justin was so sore that he was crying a stream of tears and what voice he had left was making quite interesting sounds.
I put him in the dungeon bedroom again to sleep and think about his conduct.
Tawse in hand, I beat him a total of 100 times more throughout the day.
At midnight, I removed the chastity belt and let him come to bed with me.
Since that weekend, Justin has faithfully come to my office every day before leaving work and had a chastity belt placed around his _c_o_c_k_. No matter how much the rush, he seemingly always finds the time to let me attach and secure it.
The first story in this series,Spanking Party, was written on a lark and the feedback convinced me to keep writing. My thanks to everyone who has written in and thanked me or shared their own stories. Continued e-mail means more stores.
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