Chastity++ ==========
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual
intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If
this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location,
or you are not of legal age, don't read it.
REMARK This story picks up in the world set up the stories
collectively known as the Justin_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.
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web in full.
Prologue --------
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.
Chastity --------
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 cock 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 cock
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 cock 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 cock, the
belt's wearer can't do much.
Internet Invitation -------------------
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
Response --------
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
Offer Accepted --------------
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 sexual 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 cock 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 cock 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.
Trial -----
As Justin left my office, chastity belt encasing his cock 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 cock through the webbed front plating. Despite Rick's
attempts Justin's cock 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 cock and balls to pull them through
the hole in the lower plate, they stiffened considerably.
As I fastened the straps, his cock hardened more, then the steel
front cover swung shut smoothly trapping his erect cock
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 cock, but were blocked by the tightly webbed
cage shielding his cock from contact. I watched him rub his hand
up and down the steel web vainly trying to make contact with his
cock 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.
Spanking --------
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 shit," 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 cock 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 cock 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.
Friday ------
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.
5PM ---
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 cock 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.
30 Days of Hell ---------------
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.
Day 1 -----
All day, my cock 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 cock 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 cock, I want to jerk off
so badly... ...fuck this thing, I need to piss... ...fuck...
...shit... ...this thing is so fucking 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 fuck 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 fuck man, he beat me like a kid before bed for no reason
and in front of his faggot son no less. What a dick. And then my
god what the fuck 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. Fuck this asshole. Argh! I want to fucking 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 cock but it mostly just pushed the fucking
back plate of this fucking belt into me further. I want to take a
fucking 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.
Day 2 -----
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:
...fuck... ...he made me walk around the fucking city naked...
...every god damn faggot in the park was starring at me... fuck
them... fuck him... and fuck I need to piss... shit 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 cock caged
right through the pants and see my piss fucking 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 shit
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.
Highlights ----------
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
fuck him after he got strapped. The journal also reveals that his
cock was straining against the cage while being fucked 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
sexual 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.
Final Day? ----------
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 cock'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 cock 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 fucked or
spanked....
Write the Author ----------------
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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
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