I am dripping wet, fresh from the shower. I think of the beautiful blond that was making the moves at me an hour ago, after my sales presentation, and how I had to walk away from her as if she was nothing. Yeah, even as she begged me to come to her room, I had to shake my head and tell her no. Hell, I couldn't even look at her tits, even though she was flaunting them. _s_h_i_t_. Yeah, I'm dripping, in more ways than one, and yet the cold shower did nothing to reduce my frustration.
It's only been two days, and my ass is still blistered and sore. The welts have mostly come down, but the marks from the big paddle are still painted across my ass, and as I stare at them in the mirror I feel the chill down my spine from the memory. But as sore as my ass is, it is my _c_o_c_k_ that draws the majority of my attention.
I stare down at my _c_o_c_k_ and the clear polycarbonate tube that surrounds it. The _f_u_c_k_ing thing's even got a name. It's called "The Curve", and it holds my _c_o_c_k_ in a clear prison, encased completely and unreachable. Made in Henderson, Nevada, there is even a website dedicated to it and any high school kid could find it on the net by simply putting the phrase in quotes and doing a search for it. God. It is one of the cruelest devices in the world.
I can see it, plain as day, and the little slits on the side and the end have allowed the shower water to bath it and to keep it clean. The end is dripping, the way it always does, the little bead of pre-ejaculatory fluid oozing out the tip, an almost constant drip now after these many months when I have longed to touch it but have been unable to do so. As I think about the woman and stare at my _c_o_c_k_ it starts to grow to the full length of the tube, and as I watch my purple uncircumcised dickhead smashes once again up against the hard plastic end, which causes me to cringe and limits any further erection the way it always does.
I want to cry, and I allow myself to think about what has brought me to this misery. I am forty-one years old, with two teenage boys for son's and a wonderful Irish Catholic wife that is as beautiful as any woman on earth. I met her in high school, and fell in love, and we dated like two high school sweet hearts. She was so beautiful, and she loved to tease, and the more I wanted her the more she teased. Finally, three years later, in my junior year in college, I married her and on my wedding night I took her cherry.
She comes from a big family, an Italian family, and while I wont say they are all mobsters it wouldn't be that far from the truth if I did. Her brothers are all goons, plain and simple, and except for the wedding and a very rare visit, I haven't seen them much. Guido, her oldest brother, is the biggest goon of them all, and he I especially hate. Her father isn't all that bad, and he never visits us thank God, although we do bring the two boys to see him at least once a year. Thankfully, usually it happens when I am out of town and so I can avoid having to see any of them at all. Still, Pop's not a bad sort really, at least he didnt used to be, and he's certainly no godfather, not by a long shot, but he still heads "the business" as it's called and so I avoid him.
On my wedding day he made me the one and only offer to join him in the business, which I refused. I used the opportunity to make sure he understood me and where I was coming from. After that, it never came up again, and he never said another thing to me. Still, he sent lavish gifts to my boys as they grew up, and except for the one threat about making sure I treated his daughter right he never bothered me, even if he always thought she could have done better.
Still, I never liked her family, and she knows that. I'm the opposite of them. Honest. Hard working. I'm Catholic myself, but I'm not Italian, and I'm not into crime or drugs or selling stolen merchandise. In fact, I've never done a dishonest thing in my life. I work hard, selling medical supplies for a fairly big medical supply company, and to keep the food on the table I travel a route of cities selling my wares to one hospital after another. Yeah, it has been a good 20 years, and I've been a good husband and am raising two great sons.
I stare at "The Curve." The thick hard plastic ring that is jammed behind my balls and encircling my sac is tight, and the ring is as much a part of me now as are my balls. I glance to the little lock, the small plastic one this time with the random number typed across its face that ties the ring around my nuts to the cage around my _c_o_c_k_. The entire apparatus can slip undetected through a metal detector, and yet even so it is as secure as if it was made of steel. Of course, it would be so simple to tear it off---even a dime store pair of scissors would take care of the lock in just a few seconds. Of course, then she would know, and that would be my undoing.
I hate it. I think of my two boys, and as I think of them and their growing bodies I stare at my encased _c_o_c_k_ and the numbered lock and I am envious. God, even my thirteen year old is jacking off more than me now! I used to jack off two and three times a day, and now, all I can do is stare and dream and drip, and beg for relief when I am home. My boys jerk their meat whenever they want, going into the bathroom half a dozen times a day to pump out their seed and enjoy their ecstasy. Normally I would not have even noticed, but now I am so envious I find myself noticing their long showers and the stains in their underwear.
It's all missing from my life now, and the ability to hold your _c_o_c_k_, to pump it when you feel the need and to empty your nuts regularly and often is just more important than I ever realized before. God. Still, even though I want it and need it it is beyond my ability to obtain. I feel trapped, and I am, and as I examine the prison that holds my _c_o_c_k_ the feeling of helplessness overwhelms me.
Just six months ago everything was perfect, well, almost everything. The only downside in my marriage was my wife's prudish attitude towards _s_e_x_. _s_h_i_t_....it was always the same....she on her back, legs spread, waiting for me, to do my thing and to get it over with. If only I could have it like it was. Still, she made it almost like a chore and over time the fun went out of it.
Oral _s_e_x_ was a dream I had, and I dreamed about it constantly even if it wasn't my reality. I even begged her to at least try it, but she wasn't into doing anything "nasty" or "immoral" and sometimes I could have kicked myself for ever marrying a virgin. She wouldn't let me go down on her either, and there wasn't anything I could do or say to change her mind.
Still, she brought me the boys, and they are the highlight of my life. But _s_e_x_ was always the same, and while she didn't deny me she never initiated it. The only variation was sometimes she would use her hand. If she was having her period then she would place herself off limits....but back then at least she would agree to pump me off with her hand so I would not be too frustrated. Even then, it was less than satisfying, as she would always grab a handful of tissue and just as I would start to cum she would hold it against the end of my _c_o_c_k_ as I squirted out my load. She would always say "There there there......let me catch that nasty mess now." God! Yeah, she had to catch the "mess" she would say, and then, with a toss to the toilet, she would chuck the tissue and flush my load as if my seed was something gross and disgusting that needed to be gotten rid of.
Life can be boring sometimes. We did it the same way, vanilla _s_e_x_, day after day after day. Still, it was always available, the wifely duty as she used to see it, and so to keep me happy she spread her legs and opened her hole whenever I ask. Why we didn't end up with ten kids I'll never know. Even so, I started having trouble even getting it up, and more often than not I'd just satisfy myself with my right hand and go to bed without bothering to even ask to fill her pussy. Masturbation was easier, and I never had trouble getting hard for that. Our marriage suffered, but I didn't need her really to get myself off, and in my fantasies I'd _f_u_c_k_ my imaginary women doggie style, and pump my _c_o_c_k_ deep into the open and eager lips of every hot college girl I would see.
I guess I wanted a blow job so _d_a_m_n_ bad, and when some of my friends bragged about their _s_e_x_ual activities God I grew envious. I started reading the porn, even going on line and dreaming about open mouths and gyrating pussies. On my trips I would hit the strip clubs, and then go back to the room and jerk my _c_o_c_k_ like a jackhammer. My wife doesnt' believe boy's should masturbate, and she certainly doesnt think a married man should. So, obviously, I never did it in her presence and she never suspected the frequency I was doing it. Still, I dreamed of open mouths and hot young women as I worked my pole, _f_u_c_k_ing my meat with an intensity she would never have understood.
Then, on a stupid trip to Chicago, a hot little stripper offered me a blow, and _s_h_i_t_, I took the opportunity and went for it and let her suck me like a vacuum cleaner. God I was hard! Five minutes into it I squirted my load down her throat and screamed out like a teenage boy doing it for the first time. The feeling of my first and only blowjob was just so intense, and as I was shooting my wad down the woman's throat the feeling overwhelmed me in a way that still defies description.
Syphilis. That's what the doctor said a week later, and _s_h_i_t_, I had to tell the wife and get the _f_u_c_k_ing drugs for the both of us. I didn't even think it was POSSIBLE to get that through oral _s_e_x_! At least it was curable! But who would have thought? _f_u_c_k_. I took my almost perfect marriage and dumped it into the sewer. Well, I thought the divorce was inevitable, sure as _s_h_i_t_ I did. I figured she would take the house, and the BMW's, and the kids and the retirement fund and the stocks and all the rest.
I begged her....begged her forgiveness for my only transgression. Twenty years, one blow job, and _f_u_c_k_! Hell, she cried for days, and yet the kids never knew. She went home to Pop one weekend, and I took the boys fishing....I held my breath and when she came home she seemed better....and she started coming around then and I thought things would work themselves out if I waited long enough.
Three weeks later, on a Friday night I got up the nerve and I apologized and begged her forgiveness one more time. I gave her a ring, with a line of diamonds around it, and told her I wanted her to have it as a present. The timing seemed right, and she seemed receptive to me, and so I took the dare and approached her about _s_e_x_ after I gave her the ring. She surprised me and said OK, and while in hindsight it wasn't any different then all the other times I never suspected it was going to be my last time where I was in control. All I figured was that I was off the hook and everything would be OK. What I never suspected was she too had a present coming for me.
I had a big business trip on Monday, my first trip since THE BLOW, so I was a little concerned about going, but I had to go back to work if we were gonna eat. I had promised on a stack of bibles I'd never be unfaithful again, and she kept saying "I know you won't" and so I just figured it was going to work itself out. I just never saw it coming. Perhaps I should have. Justin, my sixteen year old, was off to a soccer camp for the weekend, and when she let Jeremy, my thirteen year old, stay at a friend's house I just never suspected. So, Saturday afternoon I was working around the house, gathering up my _s_h_i_t_ for my trip, when the doorbell rang. When I opened it I was caught totally off guard.
Standing in the door was her goon brother, and three other men that were built like freight trains. They were carrying two boxes, wrapped like Christmas presents, and a small satchel like a gym bag, and when I opened the door they just invited themselves right inside. I hadnt seen her older brother in more than a year, and the other three men I had never seen in my life. I immediately wasn't happy.
"Ur...uh....well, come on in then.....I see your manners haven't changed Guido....I'll get Kathy, she's...."
"We didn't come to see sis.........she's been crying her heart out while you've been messin around....and Pop's not too thrilled with you at the moment. He even said 'my son in law needs a spanking.'"
GOD! WHAT THE _f_u_c_k_????? My mind went blank...I mean, _s_h_i_t_, her brother KNEW! Her father KNEW! I was suddenly instantly mad....I mean, she had no right _d_a_m_n_ her! Still, I never saw the danger, didn't really register the spanking as a real threat, and I never realized where things were heading, and so I just stared at them, and as I stared her big brother started to slowly open the larger box he was carrying.
He turned to me and said "Have a seat stud....right there on the couch. Pop wanted you to have a little early Christmas present and so we came all this way to give it to you." I'll give sis her present after I'm done with you.
As he said that, he opened the box wrapped like a Christmas package and pulled this clear plastic contraption out of it. I had never seen anything like it, and I had no idea what the hell it was. It looked like a plastic tube, in the shape of a _c_o_c_k_, curving down and hanging. There were a few circular rings of hard plastic that he dumped out on the coffee table, along with a brass padlock and a few pink, plastic locks that had numbers written into them. It was obviously something _s_e_x_ual, but what it was for I just had no idea. For a brief moment I thought it was a model.
I started to throw them all out of the house, when suddenly they were just on me....I struggled...fought them, but _s_h_i_t_, there were four of them and one of me and before I hardly knew what was happening they had tied my hands behind my back and were holding me and there wasnt' much I could do about it. I started screaming for my wife, and she came up, and as she came into the room she stopped and stared and yet she didn't do anything to stop what was happening even though I begged her to help me.
Guido undid my belt buckle, and there wasnt anything I could do to keep my pants up after that. They jerked them down to my knees, and then off, followed by my Joe Boxer underwear. Suddenly, I was face down, over Guido's knee, and the other goons were there, laughing, and helping to hold me down and where they wanted me. Finally, they had me where they wanted, with my naked ass perched up in the air like some errant school boy's. Then, he said: "Well stud, any kid knows you don't fool around on your girl. Well, its time to teach you your lesson."
Suddenly, I heard a swish sound, followed by a loud, sharp snap that echoed across the room with a vengeance.
SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
_f_u_c_k_! OH GOD--the pain shot up and across my ass and it hurt like nothing I had ever felt. He wasnt' holding anything back! Oh GOD....like a giant burn my own leather belt burned into my flesh, and I jumped and my hips rocked forward and I threw my head up. I was staring, eyes wide, when the second snap hit me, sharp, like a knife even, burning across my rear. I hadn't been spanked since I was a kid, but all the memories came flooding back and suddenly I was over my dad's knee and the snap of his belt was burning into me!
I screamed, the nightmare a reality, and as I stared across the room my wife was staring back at me, looking at me, as I fought the burn and struggled against the flames that were licking at my cheeks. Left bum. Right bum. Left bum. Oh GOD...again and again and again he pummeled my ass, one after the other with a determination that knows know end.
My wife kept staring at me, watching my punishment, with the same look that she would have if it had been me punishing one of my boys. But never in a million years would I have hit any of my kids like her brother was hitting me. His blows were coming one after another, full force, just snap snap snap snap one after the other, again and again and again. I started kicking with my feet, and the other goons just grabbed them, spreading them apart and exposing my entire crack to the whipping of the belt. After that the pace intensified and I think thats when the tears started to come.
Finally, after perhaps ten minutes or so, he stopped, and I thought for a second it was over. But I was mistaken. Instead, he reached into the little satchel he had brought with him, and pulled out a very thick, clear plastic paddle that was almost a foot in length. He showed it to me, and then he said: "Well, it's real important you remember this...."
I tried to talk, started to beg him even, but I never got the chance and when he smashed that plastic paddle into my already flamming ass, with its big holes I just couldn't talk. The pain cut my voice off like a light switch, and after that all I could do was buck my hips and scream and beg like a boy begs. The other men laughed as I bucked and struggled, fighting the onslaught that was consuming my rear. They laughed and laughed as my ass burned on fire.
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
And on and on and on it went. Crack after crack, without hesitation, he brought that hard plastic paddle into my rear, ripping it hard and deep and without mercy. I screamed, bounced my rear, begged, and cried. The tears flooded out, and I felt so ashamed. Still, my wife just stared, that stern look on her face as she watched her husband receive what he deserved. I didn't think it would ever end, and it certainly went on and on and on until I was nothing but a snot drooling little boy, the tears pouring onto the floor.
Finally, he stopped, and I laid across his lap then, gasping for breath, my chest heaving up and down as I sucked in the air and felt the pain that literally radiated across my entire ass. It was flame red, hot, burning even, just a caldron of inflamed nerves that penetrated to my soul.
Then, he dropped the paddle and the two of them picked me up and then they dragged me up and over to our dining room table. Its a big heavy oak table, and it seats six. They dragged me up, onto the edge of it, where I normally sit for dinner, with my hot ass on the table and facing out, into the room. Guido sat in my chair. They used two Velcro straps they had brought for the purpose and hooked my ankles to the two table legs and then one of the goons held me from behind, so that I was sitting up, staring at them, stark naked from the waist down with my legs spread wide--all in my own dining room. My bottom hurt so bad all I could do was whimper, the feeling of being forced to sit on that table hurt so much its hard to describe really. Still, I was really powerless to stop what they were doing and so all I could do was whimper a let the tears flow like a crying child.
One of the goons I didn't know pulled out a pair of electric hair clippers, and as I watched he plugged them in and went right to work on my bush. I screamed and my wife looked away, and after that I was really scared, and fought, but all I could do was jerk a little and watch as they man took off my pubic hair with a few passes of the clippers. At the same time Guido said "Oh, look at those big crocodile tears....well, get used to it stud....we are doing you a favor cause little boys don't have hair there and besides, it can be very irritating and it tends to get snagged and in your way. Before long you'll be doing this yourself and in a few minutes you'll be glad it's gone."
The big man finished with the clippers, and as he was putting them away Guido squirted on the shaving cream. He shaved my balls and mound, and then, with a damp towel one of the other men wiped off the cream. I looked down and gasped. GOD! Bald. I mean, my entire pubic mound was missing....just shaved bald and my _c_o_c_k_ was shrunk from fear. My two boys had more hair than I did! All I could do was stare...stare at my bald mound and my scared and shrunkin _c_o_c_k_....and as I watched they pulled out a few of the plastic rings and held them up next to my balls. Finally, they chose the second to the smallest ring in the box.
It was thick plastic, and as I looked at it in Guido's hand he pulled it apart. It was actually hinged, with a rivet through the bottom of the ring, so that as he pulled the top the two ends separated and the hinged ring opened up into a giant "U". The ring was about the diameter of a thick pencil, and it was substantial.
I was slowly getting my tears under controll, and when I saw him with that ring of plastic I said "Hey..what the _f_u_c_k_....what the _f_u_c_k_ is that plastic thing? TELL ME DAM YOU!"
Guido looked at me, as he held the ring. Then he said "Well stud...first of all, it's not exactly plastic. It's actually made out of a polycarbonate polymer, and the strength of the material exceeds that of acrylic and even lexan, the material my little paddle was made of. Your bottom liked it didn't it? Well, this little ring you'll like even more! The one I'm holding up has an inner diameter of 1 and 5 8 inches, and it looks like it will be a perfect fit. You've got a huge scrotum...no wonder my sister married you."
As he said that he took the split ring and placed it under my scrotum, behind my balls and then he started to close the split ring. I stared at him, and the fit was very tight, but he pulled hard, down on my nuts, and then he slipped it behind them and against my body. As I watched, with my nuts stretched out, he managed to get it closed without any real difficulty, so that it encircled my scrotum, under and behind my nuts and up and over my _c_o_c_k_, flush with my body. It was tight, but not too tight, and it was immediately apparent to me that when the ring was closed there was no way to remove it.
Next, as I watched, he took a thick plastic guide pen and pushed it from behind the ring and through the hole in the top of it where the two ends came together. The pin held the ring closed, tight, around and behind my nuts and resting on the top of my _c_o_c_k_. I gasped.
Guido said "This ring is called the 'body cuff'. I suggest you get used to it as it's going to be here for a long time."
Next, he squirted some baby oil onto my dick, and then, he picked up the big four inch long curved tube. It was shaped exactly like a _c_o_c_k_, and then, to my horror, he pushed my own prick, which was hanging long and soft like a noodle from my long spanking, into the tube, sliding the clear cage over my _c_o_c_k_ so that it encircled it and covered it. Even so, there wasn't a lot of room to spare, and with an inner diameter of one and three eights of an inch, it fit my _c_o_c_k_ like a glove, tight, a plastic garage that held my pole and gripped it and trapped it, curing it downward permanently.
I struggled, and jerked my hips and fought the men that held me down. It was useless...and as I watched the horror of what was being done to me intensified. The polycarbonate _c_o_c_k_ cage had two pins at the base of it, which fit snugly into the big thick ring that was behind my nuts. As they slid home, the bigger pin, that was running thought the top of the big body cuff, slid though a hole in the top of the cage. That was all there was to it, and he had it on me in less than a minute.
With a nod from her brother, Kathy walked up to me then, almost as if she had known all of this was coming. Then, as I stared at her she looked at me and at the cage that entrapped my _c_o_c_k_. She didn't smile, but with a stern, serious look, she took one of the pink plastic locks out of her brother's hand and placed it through the little hole in the end of the pin that was linking the 'body cuff' to the '_c_o_c_k_ cage.' With a click, she snapped the lock closed. Then, as I looked at her and she looked at me, for the first time in a long time she smiled.
I gasped, stared at her, and at my _c_o_c_k_ that was locked tight and encased in plastic. She cupped my balls in her soft hand, holding them, running her thumb along the outside of the plastic that covered my _c_o_c_k_, feeling the hardness of the material. I could tell she liked it...the cage trapping my manhood, and it was obvious from her look that she was excited. Her eyes sparkled even.
She dropped my balls, and turned around and headed into the kitchen to prepare some snacks for her brother and his guests. It reminded me the way she would leave me alone after I had spanked one of my kids, so I could have a chat with them before I patted them on their bottoms on last time and let them put their clothes back on. I wasnt that far off.
As soon as she was out of the room, Guido pulled out his switchblade, and with a punch of the button I watched the six inch blade snap into view. He grabbed the entire polycarbonate cage that encased my _c_o_c_k_, and pulled out on it, hard, until the plastic ring was jammed into my balls, crushing them from behind. It was immediately obvious that the device could not be removed without taking off the lock. Then he said this to me.
"So, you played around on my sister. Well, never again. Sis holds the keys to your _c_o_c_k_ now....and only she will decide when, or even IF, your _f_u_c_k_ pole ever gets to breath the air again."
I stared. I looked him in his eyes, and he was dead serious.
Then he continued: "This promise is from me. Your ass gets spanked every six months, just to make sure you remember what you did and to make sure you know I'm here for sis anytime she needs me. I'm gonna become a regular reminder, and every time I'm finished with you you are gonna thank me for giving you what you deserve. And next time I expect you to perch your ass out and beg for your spanking like a bad little boy."
I knew he was serious, and the prospect of another future blistering just was too much to contemplate right then. I looked at him, in his eyes, and I felt the fear. Then he continued: "One more promise...and this one comes directly from Pop....you ever take the cage off yourself...EVER.....for ANY REASON, and I SWEAR TO GOD we will come back and you won't like it if we do. You got that? I'm not _s_h_i_t_in you here!"
I swallowed. The tears started again, running down my face. Then, just as I looked at him he jerked the knife, hard, up against my balls, and I could feel the sharpness of the steel right against my sack, under the plastic ring that trapped my nuts. As he did that he yelled "YOU GOT THAT?"
I gasped...grunted...feeling the feeling of the blade against the essence of my manhood. I screamed out, my voice rising an octive with the fear, and said "Stop....oh GOD...YEAH..oh _s_h_i_t_ man...don't....I GOT IT! I GOT IT!!!!!!"
_s_e_x_...or..._s_e_x_less. With a single sweep of the knife he could change my life in a moment. Time stood still. I whimpered....thought for a moment he was going to do it. He obviously wanted to. Then, slowly, he released the pressure, and I almost feinted as he let me go and my big balls dropped down under the cage that held my _c_o_c_k_.
GOD. That was just barely six months ago. Half a year is a long time. Now, here I am, in a hotel room, on another business trip and coming out of the shower with another very bruised ass and a trapped _c_o_c_k_ and feeing sorry for myself. I finish drying off, and dribble some baby oil down through the slits so as to lubricate my shaft within the cage. It's more comfortable that way, and it doesnt hurt so much when it starts to grow inside the tube. After that, I pull up my white jockeys and slide them over the cage, being careful not to let them snap across my sore rear. I used to wear boxer shorts, but not anymore. I am on my way home, the trip all but over, and I can hope that she will free me for a few minutes. I feel my dick stir again, with just the thought of the possibility, and I try to shift my thoughts before the end of my prick is jammed into the end once gain like a battering ram.
I've only been out of the cage four times since it was put on, and I got to cum three of those four times. I have come to learn that as my keyholder she owns me, and getting back to her now is all I can think about. I never used to look forward to getting home, not like I do now, and yet I miss her so much and need her so bad that getting home is all I can think about. Still, _s_e_x_, if you want to call it that, is anything but a certainty anymore, even though I beg and beg and beg like some high school teenager out trying to make it with his first girl. Just like a teen going steady, I send her flowers all the time now, call her on the phone daily, and open the car door for her on every trip. She loves foot rubs, and I oil her back and massage in the cream every night when she is getting ready for bed. At home I iron her clothes and cook her meals and clean the house like a maid. My boys wonder what has gotten into me, as I wait on her hand and foot and literally, almost figuratively, worship the very ground she walks on.
But she holds the key. The KEYHOLDER. MY keyholder. Only she can let me cum, only she can give me the relief I so desperately need. She has made it clear now, that only if I am good, and behave myself, and treat her right and buy her presents and kiss her constantly do I have a chance. She has hinted that maybe when I get home, this time, she will let me out for a few minutes of pleasure. I need it, bad, the constant drip in my _c_o_c_k_ is so continuous now that it is all I can think about. GOD I WANT TO CUM.
The last time she let me was almost a month ago, and then it was only after I had been good to her and had bought her roses and chocolates and we had gone out to celebrate my birthday. I remember that night, the last time I got to cum. My birthday present. When I came into the bedroom she had the cuffs there, on the bed, gifts from her father and all set up for me. The rule is simple, before she lets me out, that first of all my hands are cuffed so only she can actually touch my _c_o_c_k_. If I beg to touch it myself then she puts away the cuffs and I stay locked up tight. I don't get a second chance.
So, when I saw the cuffs out of the closet and in place on the bed I knew and she smiled and I almost jumped to get my hands into them. As soon as I did she locked my wrists into place and at that point all I could do was watch. That time she cuffed my wrists to the headboard, so that my hands were held wide apart and useless. Still, I'm not stupid, and I sure wasn't going to argue, not after the first time, when she put the cuffs away and made me wait almost a month before she gave me another opportunity. So, even though I am so desperate, I don't argue...don't dare to. Instead, I beg and beg and hope to God that she will take out the cuffs and put me in them.
I've only been lucky enough to be cuffed the four times. Like I said, the first time I made the mistake of arguing, demanding that she free my hands and my _c_o_c_k_, and all it got me was another month of frustration. Yeah, even as I laid their making my demands all she did was reshave my balls and oil my _c_o_c_k_. She let it bounce hard and stiff and eager, stuck out like a piece of steel, but she wouldnt touch it after I started making my demands for freedom and so all that happened was that it bounced up and down out of the cage while it dripped and dripped, the clear fluid of my frustration drooling into a tiny pool beneath my nuts.
While I was cuffed to the bed and making my demands she pulled out a vibrator that I didn't even know she had. As soon as I saw it though I recognized the box, as her brother Guido had brought it the same day he had brought the other box to me. As I watched her, she pushed it in and out of her pussy, having orgasm after orgasm as she watched and stared and laughed at my jutting _c_o_c_k_ that was drooling like a horny teenager's. Finally, she was satisfied, and then she put away her little toy and came back with a bucket of ice for me.
Five minutes later she got it soft, and back into its cage as I cried and begged her to at least jerk it off for me before she locked me up. She said "NO"....I obviously didn't appreciate her, and she told me to "wait a month" and then if I behaved myself then "we will see." OH GOD it was the longest month of my life! So, when I got the second chance I didn't dare argue, and instead just about leaped into the cuffs and let her lock my hands to the headboard of our bed.
It is so rare now and so special that I can remember each of the three times I have been allowed to ejaculate like they were yesterday. The first time, as I sat upright I watched her remove the little lock, and slide off the tube that has been my _c_o_c_k_'s home ever since that fateful Saturday. I didn't need any blue pills anymore, my _c_o_c_k_ jutted out, stiff and eager and hard as any teenagers. Rock hard, in seconds.....the end dripping, flared and big and round and purple. I was as hard as I have ever been in my entire life.
On that first time she took her wad of tissue, and held it over the end of my dick, and then, with just two fingers of her other hand, as if she was holding something repulsive, she began to jerk the skin of my _c_o_c_k_. It only took six strokes and I was grunting, the thick semen just shooting out of my dick and into the tissue, pumping out so thick it was almost like paste. I shot and shot and shot....the biggest wad of my life, pumping out my seed and literally flooding the tissue she was holding. All the time she looked disgusted.....and the intense smell of my spent up semen filled the bedroom. She just jacked me off, watching my face as I grunted out my load. Finally, after almost a minute, my balls were empty. Then she made me thank her. After I did, she tossed the tissue into the toilet, and then, as my _c_o_c_k_ finally settled slowly down, she forced it back into its polycarbonate prison and locked it with a little brass lock, putting the key around her neck after she did so.
I begged her afterwards for more, and all she did was laugh. She likes the cage, likes the control, likes knowing I am dripping with desire and as docile as a puppy. The device is well made, and when I'm traveling like I am now the little plastic locks don't even set off the metal detectors at the airport, and yet even so they are as secure as if they were made of steel. The only way the plastic locks can be removed is by cutting them off, and with their unique and random numbers there is no way to remove them without her knowing it.
The third time she took out the cuffs was at Christmas, and after my wrists were secure and I was incapable of touching my prick then and only then did she unlock the lock and remove the cage. As soon as it came off my _c_o_c_k_ jutted out stiff and hard like a teenage boy's. That time, with my arms behind my back, she made me sit while she shaved it bald. Normally I can keep the hair off my mound myself, but it's always the first thing she does once she does cuff my hands and removes the cage. Afterwards, she played with it, teased it a little, and then she laid on her back and invited me to _f_u_c_k_ her hole. I waddled over to her, on my knees, but it was difficult without my hands, and I probed with my pole jabbing for her hole like a teenage boy trying to find it for the first time.
She thought that was funny, my desperation, and she laughed at my erection and the way I tried to jab her pussy. Finally, I lucked out and slid it inside of her, and she held me up with her arms on my shoulders. Even with my hands cuffed behind my back I came almost instantly, pumped out my thick seed deep into her pussy, and yet my pole stayed hard and so I started to _f_u_c_k_ her again. It felt so good, working it in and out, and yet as soon as she had reached her orgasm she was through with me. Immediately afterwards she pushed me off of her, just before I could shoot a second time, and then she dismounted and left me that way, staring at my _c_o_c_k_ which continued to drip and bob and jut, hard and eager and right on the verge of being twice satisfied.
I tried to roll over on my stomach to finish the job, to _f_u_c_k_ the bed, but that made her mad and she rolled me over so I was staring at the ceiling and then she literally forced my rod back into its cage. GOD IT HURT! I told her I was too hard to fit, that I needed to cum again so I could fit inside. She looked at me, and then as I watched she just made a fist and punched my sac. Oh _f_u_c_k_, it hurt so bad and that little ring behind my nuts held my balls tight and made her shot even more devastating than it might have been otherwise. I grunted out, gasping for air, and as I heaved my prick went down enough that with some effort she was able to force it into the tube, and after a few minutes she had managed my frustrated _c_o_c_k_ all locked back into its hard plastic home.
Often, when I am home and begging for it she will laugh and tell me I need to learn my manners and practice controlling myself. Sometimes she will ask me if I want to _f_u_c_k_ her, and I always say yes. She will undress me at that point, and laugh as my _c_o_c_k_ smashes into the end of the tube in eager anticipation. Then, she will flash a wicked smile and make me go get her vibrator and slide it into her pussy. She likes staring at my _c_o_c_k_ jutting up and smashed inside its tube, straining to grow when it is impossible to do.
I don't dare get mad. If I refuse to do her bidding I know I'll never get it out of the cage, never get to cum again, so that isn't even a possibility worth considering. She likes to watch me work the _d_i_l_d_o_ in and out, _f_u_c_k_ing her hole with the plastic, vibrating toy as if it was my _c_o_c_k_. It's obvious she doesnt really need me anymore, and so all I can do is beg and hope and prey she will have mercy and let me out and let me shoot at least every once in a while. Still, I know its not going to happen very often, and in fact it's so rare it's shouldn't even be something I should hope for. But I do, and it is always on my mind and it is always in my thoughts.
When her brother showed up just before this trip I had thought perhaps I could talk some understanding into him. But of course, he had come to give me my reminder spanking, and so once again I got to feel the snap of my belt and the crack of his paddle. He was as serious as he was the first time, like he was a man on a mission or a prison guard delivering a mandatory punishment, and so as I screamed and begged once again he turn my ass into a caldron. There was nothing I could say to persuade him to let up on me. I begged him, told him I had been good, but he didnt care and he hadn't stopped until my flaming bottom had been turned into hamburger. And, just like he had promised, he had forced me to perch it up, begging for it, and at the end, to get him to stop, I had thanked him for coming and for teaching me my lesson. God!
Ouch! My prick, once again, has bottomed out in the four inch cage. It hurts, and I know I am dripping. I get one of the pads, just like women use, and slide it into my underwear to catch the dripping and to contain the wet spot that will otherwise soak through my pants. I need to leave soon for the airport, and for my trip home, and I know that before I go I need to call her and tell her once again how important she is to me. She is too, for she holds the key and the keyholder is everything when you have lost your _c_o_c_k_ and her brother comes to paddle you.
[Authors note: © Copyright January, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]