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.
As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among other S&M proclivities.
Three weeks ago to the day, Justin got his ass walloped for leaving work without the chastity belt. I had purchased the belt from a quality leather store in the city. The belt consists of a metal cage and fastens around the male with leather straps and secures with decent sized padlocks.
The metal cage is quite the sight to behold. It consists of two metal layers. Both look like sections from a spider web. The back piece has a large opening for the _c_o_c_k_ and balls to slide through and then curves up following the body's counters till it reaches the midsection and then is secured to the leather strap. The front piece is hinged to the bottom of the first piece and has a slight bulge to accommodate the testicles and firmly sandwiches the _c_o_c_k_ pointing upwards against the backing plate. The front piece has cross metal every eighth of an inch making it possible to just barely touch the _c_o_c_k_ or to taunt it with a feather, but making serious contact impossible. Masturbation too is out of the question, with barely enough room for the semi-erect _c_o_c_k_, the belt's wearer can't do much.
Many of you read the stories of my exploits with Justin on the Internet and after posting about Justin's walloping and his subsequent good behavior a "Rick" sent me an intriguing e-mail.
Dear Sir:
After reading about the chastity device you purchased for your slave, I began wondering if you would consider using it on me for an extended period, say a week or more.
Rick
The offer was too intriguing to turn down. I responded:
Dear Rick:
It would be my pleasure to assist you. Due to the belt's design, it will be necessary for you to be available to me during the time the belt is on you.
Additionally, I will administer nightly spankings during the duration of your time in the belt.
I recommend an initial period of 24 hours followed by a longer period to be determined later.
Call me at XXX/XXX-XXXX to arrange details.
TL
It took another week after my response for Rick to call me. It was surprised by his deep voice and assertive personality. We talked for an hour before discussing _s_e_x_ual matters.
Rick is just out of the army and had served for over 4 years in South Korea on the demilitarized zone. Despite the temptations of the flesh available to him, Rick had become a masturbation freak. Rick told me how he would stroke his _c_o_c_k_ sore -- to the point of bleeding and cracking -- trying to squeeze orgasm after orgasm out of his body. Worse still, he couldn't stop masturbating long enough for his _c_o_c_k_ to get better.
I asked Rick how he saw my diary entries and after some evasion he finally admitted to getting turned on by military control. Some more discussion revealed that Rick was missing the structure and discipline provided by military life.
I explained how Justin and I lived and how successful the belt was at controlling Justin's masturbation. Rick asked if Chris would be around. I explained that it was likely Chris would be and that he would have to share a room with Chris.
After some more polite talk, I described the belt again in greater detail and invited him to my apartment to see it on Justin.
As Justin left my office, chastity belt encasing his _c_o_c_k_ shaft between two metal layers, I warned him about Rick's visit. He was embarrassed and I reminded him that if he was not naked -- save the chastity belt -- when he answered the door that there would be consequences. With the walloping I had given less than a month ago still on his mind and his body still a bit sore, he cringed visibly and assured me that he would answer the door for Rick in the belt only.
I kissed my handsome husband and sent him home from the office.
I made it a point to arrive home around 8 and Rick was already there and chatting with Justin about the belt and trying to feel Justin's _c_o_c_k_ through the webbed front plating. Despite Rick's attempts Justin's _c_o_c_k_ shaft could not harden sufficiently to bend the steel and allow him release.
I introduced myself to Rick and suggested that we sit down and chat over some drinks. With no prodding, Justin got up and brought over some soda and after serving Rick nestled himself at my side.
"So, Rick, what do you think," I asked.
"It is just like you described," Rick said. "If you put that on me, I won't be able to get off."
"Tomorrow is a Friday, why don't you come over around 5 PM, and I'll get you set up with the extra one I ordered for Geoffrey."
"Look man, I think that would be cool, for 24 hours right?"
"Exactly Rick," I said. "I won't take it off till 24 hours later, but then we can go from there."
"Could I try it for a few minutes now," he asked.
"Certainly," I said. "Justin, could you get Geof's belt from the hall closet," I continued.
Justin quickly fetched it and brought it out. I asked Rick to stand up. For the first time, I really drank in the manliness of his body. At 23, he was muscular and well developed everywhere. His dark hair was closely cropped and he stood a mere 5' 8".
As this was going on, Chris came in from a party and sat down to watch. I could tell Rick was uncomfortable, but I just reminded him how much he needed the belt to help himself and he calmed considerably. As I handled his _c_o_c_k_ and balls to pull them through the hole in the lower plate, they stiffened considerably.
As I fastened the straps, his _c_o_c_k_ hardened more, then the steel front cover swung shut smoothly trapping his erect _c_o_c_k_ uncomfortably between two layers of unyielding steel. I fastened the front with the padlocks and suggested he relax and walk around for a bit and that when he was ready, I would take it off tonight.
His hands went to his _c_o_c_k_, but were blocked by the tightly webbed cage shielding his _c_o_c_k_ from contact. I watched him rub his hand up and down the steel web vainly trying to make contact with his _c_o_c_k_ flesh. Slowly he looked at me and asked me to take it off. I agreed and removed it.
I could tell he was sold on it for more than just 24 hours.
I had Chris give Rick a tour of the room they would now be sharing and then made a point of giving Chris an early bedtime spanking in front of Rick. Rick's eyes opened incredulously as he watched Chris remove his pants for me without question and come over my lap for 30 firm swats on the buttocks.
Rick was slowly learning that my stories to the Internet were the real thing and that when I said 24 hours or a red butt to the city, I meant it.
After I spanked Chris and kissed him goodnight, I took Rick back out to the living room and asked him to come over my lap.
For the first time, he balked.
"Look I don't want none of that spanking _s_h_i_t_," he said.
I grabbed his muscular arm at the use of a curse to me and pulled his body right across my lap. "What would your commanding officer say to you cursing at him?"
Off guard, Rick stammered and then fell silent.
Justin handed me a leather paddle and I pulled Rick's pants down and administered 50 firm, but not violent swats to his bare ass.
"Get up soldier," I barked.
Rick complied and stood with his pants at his ankles at attention.
"Ok soldier, report at 1700 hours for chastity treatment," I ordered.
Rick saluted and replied,"Yes SIR!"
After Rick left for the evening Justin sucked my _c_o_c_k_ and begged for his own chastity belt to be removed, I decided to wait a bit longer and had him rim me before removing the belt and spanking him. As had become more common since the chastity belt, the spanking produced and intense orgasm in my husband which wet my crotch with his warm gism.
The belt off, he pressed his hot _c_o_c_k_ against me in bed and ground his pelvis into my wet groin, savoring his own cum that he had shared with me. We kissed and tongued passionately and then fell asleep locked in an embrace.
When the early rays of sunlight streamed into my eyes, my first sensation was of my gorgeous husband's hot flesh pressed against me. I lift his lips to mine and kissed him deeply. We talked for a bit about Rick and agreed it would be a lot of fun to have Rick around.
At two, when Justin came to have his belt fastened to head out early, I found myself harder than usual anticipating Rick's arrival. We decided that Rick should keep a journal during his first 24 hours to assist us in helping him deal with his masturbation problem.
Rick arrived a minute late, I had him strip at the door and stand at attention. Justin supplied a leather paddle again and I bent him over and administered 5 swats for lateness, I also tacked on 15 minutes of extra chastity. Rick accepted the punishment like a soldier and thanked me with a hearty "Yes SIR!"
I let Justin attach the belt around Rick and then took the keys. I recorded the time, 5:13 PM.
I handed Rick a diary and some paper and asked him to record his feelings, desires, anger, etc. I stuck him in Chris' room and suggested that he relax for a few hours before dinner. By 7 PM, he needed to piss and had come out into the living room to tell me. I shrugged and told him to stand in the window _c_o_c_k_ cage out at a full salute, he obeyed.
At 11 PM, I told him to be at ease and led him to the bathroom to relieve himself.
Part of the beauty of this chastity belt is that it not only controls masturbation, but it completely controls the slave's control over their excretory functions. After the bathroom trip, Justin supplied him a pleasant meal. I permitted a final bathroom trip at 1 AM and then administered a firm bedtime spanking in front of both Christopher and Justin.
Christopher got his spanking next and then I took Justin's chastity belt off and gave him 30 blows, his orgasm in front of the other two men embarrassed him, especially when I made him lick it up.
At 5 AM, Rick woke Justin and I pleading for a bathroom trip. I pulled him into bed and told him to hold it. When we woke up around 10, I made him wait till both Justin and I had gone before permitting him any relief.
>From his diary, I could tell that he had difficulty sleeping, frustrated but unable to masturbate he had paced around the hall and then the room and then written about how frustrated he was. The next 7 hours and 15 minutes would be much worse for him though. He decided not to eat or drink to avoid having a bathroom trip delayed, but also could not sit still and kept rubbing the front plate of the cage hoping for some satisfying contact, but not finding any.
His diary reveals a brutal countdown to the belt's removal which I took my time with and made sure he spent till 5:28 PM on Saturday in. He thanked me for my attentions and masturbated in front of Justin and me.
We then discussed a number of time frames for his next session. Rick, satisfied with the efficacy of the device, and the discipline I was bringing to his life suggested a week. Justin suggested a month and I concurred. After some though, Rick agreed, we would wait for the first -- a mere 4 days away -- and he would live with us for all of September.
All day, my _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard, through several client meetings, I strained not to let my hard on show. When 4 pm arrived, I ducked out early, for an appointment... At 5 pm, the appointed hour, I found myself so turned on that I wanted to shoot a load just for the hell of it. Rick's lateness got me harder still and when he finally arrived a half hour late with a lame excuse about city traffic, I was ready to burst with a load of cum.
Restraining those urges, I ordered him to strip. Then, I took a leather paddle and firmly, but not violently, spanked his ass once for each minute he was late. He apologized and then I announced that he would be wearing the belt a full three hours extra for this infraction. That clearly scared him.
I examined his _c_o_c_k_ before affixing the device. The skin was sore and cracked from all the masturbating he had been doing. Past tense that is. For the next 30 days, he wouldn't be doing any of that.
As I clasped the padlocks shut, Rick sighed as if relieved of a heavy burden. I handed him a diary and told him to stay naked in the house and then sent him to Chris' room which he would be sharing till dinner.
His diary entry for the first few hours was particularly interesting:
...The metal is cold and is trapping my _c_o_c_k_, I want to jerk off so badly... ..._f_u_c_k_ this thing, I need to piss... ..._f_u_c_k_... ..._s_h_i_t_... ...this thing is so _f_u_c_k_ing uncomfortable... ...I'm gonna march out there and tell that faggot that I want out... ...argh, it won't come off...
I purposely waited till he came out to offer dinner or a chance to empty his bladder. Doing so served two purposes for me, it would give me an opportunity to spank him more severely for trying to welch on the agreement and it would reinforce my control over him. By 11 o'clock, not that Rick could tell since I had removed all of the time pieces from Chris' room, Rick finally came out like a rocket on fire.
"Get me the _f_u_c_k_ out of this faggot," he demanded.
"SOLDIER, 50 push-ups, NOW," I responded.
Trapped between his anger and the open threat of the consequences for disobeying me, Rick chose to obey orders. He dropped to the floor and began doing push-ups. From his diary entry later, I could tell how painful they were with his bladder full and his stomach starved for food.
When he finished, I took the leather paddle and slapped his ass 50 times, once again I used it mostly to humiliate and to indicate that it could cause severe pain rather than to discipline him, yet. After the paddling, I made him stand at attention in the window, chastity belt to the city for 40 minutes without any bladder relief.
Just past midnight, I fed him and then made him stand at attention for another 20 minutes before permitting him a bathroom trip. His diary entries on the times he spent in the window and after spankings are amazingly revealing about the mixture of humiliation and arousal that I was creating in him.
At 2 am, I sent him to bed after administering a firm bedtime spanking in front of Christopher. Then, I took Christopher outside the room and shut the door leaving it open just a crack so that sounds could come through. Then I kissed Christopher full on the lips and whispered to him that I was going to deliver a harsher than usual bedtime spanking -- with a razor strap -- so that the pain level and noise would trickle into Rick's hearing.
Christopher eagerly came over my lap to accept the punishment and seconds later I was slapping his ass violently with the razor strap. I made certain that each blow was particularly violent and just ten strokes in, Christopher was mewling like a baby. Rick's diary revealed how disturbing he found both his own punishment and hearing Christopher get strapped:
What the _f_u_c_k_ man, he beat me like a kid before bed for no reason and in front of his faggot son no less. What a _d_i_c_k_. And then my god what the _f_u_c_k_ his kid did I can't imagine but when he came back in there were thick red lines across his butt and he was crying. _f_u_c_k_ this asshole. Argh! I want to _f_u_c_k_ing masturbate. And the faggot kid I'ld like to rape that sorry ass and really wipe that grin he had when he watched me get spanked off his smug faggot face. Argh! I tried pressing myself against the pillow to get pressure onto my _c_o_c_k_ but it mostly just pushed the _f_u_c_k_ing back plate of this _f_u_c_k_ing belt into me further. I want to take a _f_u_c_k_ing piss now.
I must say, aside from the sheer level of control I felt over Rick, the pleasure I derived was mostly from reading his journal entries and seeing how completely controlled he was by the belt and how over the course of the month he slowly learned to accept the belt and my control.
I had taken off from work so that I could be sure to have extra time to ignore Rick today. I sent Justin off to work -- sparing him a full day of chastity and then gave Chris a good morning present in the form of a private blow job outside of Rick's view. I ignored Rick's presence until he finally opened his mouth at 11 AM and rudely demanded to take a piss and be fed.
Twenty squat thrusts later, the smug look was off his face. Thirty strokes with a small wooden paddle gave him his first taste of real, but slight, pain. I followed the punishments up with 2 hours in the window and then without permitting him to relieve his bladder selected nearly translucent tight white lycra shorts and a matching top and took him out in the park for a walk holding my hands.
His diary entries on these public walks reveal the total humiliation that these experiences provided:
..._f_u_c_k_... ...he made me walk around the _f_u_c_k_ing city naked... ...every god _d_a_m_n_ faggot in the park was starring at me... _f_u_c_k_ them... _f_u_c_k_ him... and _f_u_c_k_ I need to piss... _s_h_i_t_ today I pissed my pants while he walked me... the faggot just starred at me and laughed as I did it... the tights he had me in turned clear and he paraded me around the park so everyone could see my _c_o_c_k_ caged right through the pants and see my piss _f_u_c_k_ing running all over me... then he beat me again when we got in the door... worse than he had before... he used some sort of leather belt... it must have been what he beat his faggot son with... I didn't cry but boy did he whip my ass...
Little did Rick realize that I was holding back, making it sting but not striping his ass up. Before permitting him to pee and _s_h_i_t_ proper, I had him hand wash the lycra outfit for use the next day and then I fed him. Later that evening around midnight he was much more demure about his bathroom and food needs. He came in and politely asked when he would be fed and be allowed to use the bathroom.
I kissed him and permitted him to eat and use bathroom right away.
The evening ended with another spanking in front of Christopher. That night though I spanked Chris again with the razor strap, but this time right in front of Rick. The terror on Rick's face at the sight of young Christopher's ass being reddened with the strap was a delight in and of itself.
In my own recollection of the events of that month, the third day was when Rick had a real breakthrough in terms of accepting the chastity belt. I think somewhere during that day he understood it wasn't some big joke and that I was planning to go through with it all the way until the thirtieth of the month. Further, I think he finally understood that I had absolutely no qualms about hitting him with a belt, strap, cane or paddle, hard, so as to really cause some pain and get some notice.
His journal entries seem to reflect this although I notice that for him the real breakthrough was around day 7 when he finally recorded in his journal in the evening that he hadn't tried once the whole day to masturbate. That was ground breaking. Further, in his journal entry for day 15 it reveals that he let Christopher _f_u_c_k_ him after he got strapped. The journal also reveals that his _c_o_c_k_ was straining against the cage while being _f_u_c_k_ed tormented and desirous of relief. For whatever reason though, that was not repeated, or if it was no note was made and Christopher never spoke of it at all.
My favorite times that month though where when I exhibited Rick in the belt publicly, both by walking hand-in-hand with him while he was forced to wear tight lycra shorts and at several bars where I had him stand at attention for the evening completely naked save the chastity belt.
Unsurprisingly these were the most embarrassing moments for Rick in the belt and his journal entries reveal an unusual mixture of embarrassment and pleasure from being so utterly publicly humiliated.
By day 25, I was finding myself depressed that Rick would not be around to torment further by denying him orgasms and a chance at _s_e_x_ual release. Justin and I talked about whether he might be convinced to stay, I think Justin enjoyed having my more capricious and sadistic tendencies focused on another. Rick however never discussed his confinement or extending it.
When the last of the month rolled around, I felt saddened, Rick seemed perkier than he had in a few days. The last three or so days had been hellish for him with constant attempts to masturbate again in anticipation of his _c_o_c_k_'s upcoming freedom accompanied by severe canings at my hand. Rick and I sat alone in the dungeon bedroom watching a clock roll to 5 o'clock in the evening and then cuddled a bit while the extra hours he had earned passed slowly. I sensed the building frustration he had directed at the belt as we sat till midnight. As the clock chimed he didn't ask fearful of punishment, rather he just nuzzled his face against my chest and waited.
I lifted his chin so our eyes met and asked if he really wanted it to end.
"Please," he said softly.
Slowly, I unlocked the belt, releasing it from around him completely for the first time in a month. Like a free prisoner tasting fresh air, his hands immediately went to his _c_o_c_k_ and stroked it.
"Thank you," he whispered and kissed me.
I handed him his clothing and watched him leave the apartment.
To this day, I wonder where he is today. During his entire stay he never once called or wrote anyone or received any calls and for that matter when I had invited him to stay there were no encumberences binding him to any one place. My thought is that he is in some other master's home enjoying being _f_u_c_k_ed or spanked....
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