One Step Behind You
Part Ten
By Randall Austin
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Lang agreed, "Okay! If the penis clamping only takes 10 minutes, then I say let's do it now, and then afterwards Billy can serve us all a little lunch."
Gideon asked if he could use the dining room table to get me fitted with my penis clamp. When Lang Okayed it Gideon ordered me to get a pillow and to come back to the dining room table. He had me sit on the edge of the table and then scoot myself back. Then he had me recline on my back and put the pillow under my head for support. For some reason everyone seemed quite interested in his instructions to me. "Alright now Billy, spread your legs out nice and wide."
Everyone stood up and slowly started gathering around the table, including Perry, Tony, and Eric. Gideon opened up the large suitcase he had brought with him and placed several packages on the table. He ordered me to spread my legs apart even wider than I had. "Okay, we can spread those legs wider than that! You don't know how to follow directions very well, do you boy?"
I moaned slightly, "Lang, please, I..."
Gideon reached back into his suitcase and pulled out a large pacifier with a nippled end and stuck it in my mouth. He smiled at everyone, "That'll keep him quiet!" Then, addressing me, "Billy, I'm only telling you this once. If that pacifier comes out of your mouth while I'm getting you fixed up I'm hauling your ass out to my van and you're getting a bullwhipping."
Weston filled us in, "Gideon also has a bullwhipping service. He's got a truss frame welded onto the side of his van. Not only do most folks not own a bullwhip, but most who do don't know how to use it. So Gideon does house calls."
As Gideon opened up the wrapped parts of the Deluxe Vitaguard VG-SX-14 SensaControl Garment he pointed out a special feature, "This model allows for obstructed and unobstructed erections. You can see how this part fits on, but notice this wide band pulls out. I'm setting it for unobstructed for now, but if you desire you can sheathe the penis with this band to any degree of tightness of fit, and it will make erections very painful." Everyone strained to get a closer look at that feature. "Remember, Lang, for the most part you want Billy's erections to be unobstructed. Because that built up libido is what you want to generate and channel towards productive ends. Erections for the most part stoke the `fires', so to speak; it's that force or energy you are harnessing towards productive ends with this chastity control device."
As Gideon fitted and emplaced me with the Vitaguard, Pastor Abjornson spoke, "I think it's a real blessing that we all can be gathered around here with Billy for this special moment in Billy's life. This can confirm for him the support he has from each and every one of us, his best friends, as he enters a new phase of life."
Gideon joined in as he worked on my groin area, "Reverend, I could not agree more. The problem with so many slaveholders is that they do not participate in a more family sort of way with their slaves. I am a family man with two daughters and one son, and when I punish our 28-year-old male slave, Giblet, I always do it in the evening in the family room, and I make it a point of having my entire family around. My wife, my two daughters aged 8 and 13, and my son aged 11. It's a very `family' moment for us, because I consider Giblet to be a part of our family. I want my entire family to share in the molding of Giblet. That's the way it should be."
"And that's exactly the way the Lord wants it, as well!" exclaimed Pastor Abjornson.
It didn't take long to get it on me, and when it was finally locked, Gideon handed the keys to Lang with something of a flourish, "Here are the keys to the pleasure palace! One more troublemaker locked up and out of commission!" Gideon ordered me to stand up and walk around in it. Everyone watched me ease myself off the table and walk about in my new chastity belt, sucking on my pacifier. "How does it feel?" It was indeed very lightweight, and unobtrusive. It's appearance was that of a pair of light blue jockey briefs, but with most of the buttocks and asshole exposed, made out of a material one would guess to be some sort of synthetic medium weave fiber. When I didn't answer the question Gideon told me I could take the pacifier out of my mouth.
I handed the pacifier back to Gideon and he gave it to Lang, "Here Lang, keep this for Billy, courtesy of Boss's Clamping and Hobbling Services." Lang thanked him and asked me to rub myself at my crotch area. I couldn't feel a thing and expressed some amazement, "I can't feel a thing."
"Praise the Lord!" exhorted Pastor Abjornson, just as Mr. Falkenberg entered from the front door. Lang was pleased, "Good, father is here. Billy, get everyone a glass of sherry and then prepare lunch. Grilled cheese sandwiches, spinach/tomato soup, and salad will be fine. Make sure you wash off the dining table first, then get a new tablecloth." I asked if I could get dressed first, Lang answered, "No, not yet. I think everyone wants to see you in action wearing just your new "Vitaguard." While I went off everyone greeted Mr. Falkenberg.
When I served Mr. Falkenberg his sherry he said, "Lang, I see you went ahead and had Billy's girl catcher put away!"
Lang was curious, "Do you like it Dad?"
"Well, I don't know. We've gotten into the habit of having Billy serve our evening guests in the nude."
"No problem, Dad. The model I purchased is easily removable with the Vitaguard access key. Of course, now he will probably be erect most of the time while serving, but that's the custom out East and in parts of the Southwest anyway; to have the nude servants erect while in service."
I went off to prepare lunch, but I could hear the conversation.
Weston added, "My dad has a clamped slave for whom he always removes the clamp when he's serving guests. The problem he had was that the slave would always sneak a jerkoff in some back room while unclamped. But what my dad did was offer a door prize to the guest who caught the slave jerking. Often that prize was that he got to punish the slave. I've always found that punishing a slave at some point during the course of a social gathering or party, especially for an offense like masturbation, offers a nice change of pace, a conversation starter, sort of like entertainment."
Gideon added, "Oh, I completely agree. Especially since there's something kind of comical about a clamped slave getting whipped for masturbating; the way that's the first thing on their minds, the way they just have to do it, how they just can't keep their hands away from things they're not supposed to touch, even if it means a public whipping. It all just points out the difference between free men and slaves. But we need to keep trying to achieve the best for our slaves. We show our respect for slaves by not letting them act like rutting animals. I care enough about my slaves to not want them debasing themselves."
As I set the table and the guests took their seats, and while serving them, I noticed that Perry, Tony, and Eric seemed to be trying not notice me, and avoid eye contact with me, as if somehow that would change their status in the eyes of my owners, Weston, and Gideon.
I felt awkward and embarrassed as I served everyone in my new chastity belt, like I was wearing some kind of weird diaper. I was depressed, and I know it showed. At one point Perry asked Lang if he could have some salsa. When Lang asked me to get it, I told him I would in a second. When Lang told me to do it now I was frustrated and slammed down the tureen I was serving from and rushed out and got it. When I came back everyone was kind of quiet. I handed the salsa to Perry and he didn't even say `thank you'.
As I finished serving the meal and was about to leave, Lang took my nose ring padlock and my pacifier from his pocket and handed them to me; "Here Billy. Stick this pacifier back in your mouth and go and lock yourself by your nose ring to the dining room slave bolt. There you can think about the wisdom of losing your temper and imposing your sullen mood on your friends and my guests as you served us just now! When we're finished eating you're getting an ass strapping!"
Standing in the dining room locked to the wall by my nose ring as my friends ate, wearing my new chastity belt, with a pacifier in my mouth, and nothing to look forward too but an after lunch strapping, I never felt more totally lost and enslaved. I could have cried out loud, but didn't because just as my new degradation was about to take me to the breaking point, my mind would fly back to my new chastity belt, searching for practical answers, wondering how it would impact my life, wondering if Lang was serious about keeping it on me forever, wondering how I would ever be able to have fun in my life ever again.
As they all dug into their meal, Weston let out a sigh of relief. "Doesn't it feel good? I don't know about you guys, but doesn't it feel good having Billy's clamping out of the way. It just feels really good to me, like one of those times you know you went and did the right thing." Mr. Falkenberg and Lang listened with some curiosity, and then nodded in agreement.
Gideon was a bit more sober on the matter, "Well, to me, taking away a slave's jackoff rights always feels good! But I would have to add that it really is not such a serious matter as you all make it out to be. Locking up the genitals of young slaves like Billy and Weston's three new boys is not a serious matter because all of them are young. Under the age of about 25 what we are basically talking about are children's genitals and children's sexual pleasure being locked up. It's only when a male is well into his thirty's that his genitals can produce adult, extreme, pleasures. That's why males over the age of 30 howl like it's the end of the world when I clamp up their dicks. So it's a real kindness to clamp the boys up young! Because then they'll never know what they one day will really be missing."
Pastor Abjornson nodded in agreement, "I know that Reverend Stefenson, who is in charge of all our church slaves, agrees with that view, and that is why the church only buys up very young boy slaves and gets them immediately and permanently chastity belted."
Pamela Croft complimented Pastor Abjornson on his church's enlightened ways. Lang agreed and added, "There must be something to it, because look at Billy now. He's actually being quiet over there. Remember Weston, how when I locked Billy to the wall earlier, before his friends arrived, how he was twitching and moaning over there, constantly trying to get our attention? Clamping already seems to be helping him."
Pastor Abjornson had an idea, "That is divine to hear, Lang! Tony, Perry, and Eric, you just heard the good news from Lang that already Billy's attitude seems to be improving. Why don't you boys each offer a little word of encouragement and support to Billy in his new, shall we say, `mode' of service." Eric, unmoved and skeptical, just shook his head, but Tony and Perry seemed interested in offering me support.
"Hey Billy", began Tony hesitantly, "Last year in our dorm we had this contest to see who could go the longest without jackin. It was a really big deal, extending through every floor of our 10-story dorm. And it went on for weeks. But one of the surprising things we all found out was that the guys who made it past the first eight or so days had no problem staying with it for a much longer period. I was one of them. Most of the guys gave in during the first week, but once over the hump, we guys who made it past the first week found that not jerking off was actually a rather easy thing to do."
Perry tried to be helpful as well, "That's right dude. It might be a little itchy down there for your first week or so, but after that it mellows out. You won't even miss it. And, like I know when it was final's week last semester, I don't think I did it that entire week more than two or three times, and it was, like, no big deal."
As this went on Mr. Falkenberg was studying my chastity belt from the logistical standpoint, "Looking at that thing, while it leaves the butt available for spankings, I notice it does cover both the side thighs somewhat, as well as the balls. One needs a broad punishment area with lots of options to discipline effectively. Isn't that clamp going to hamper our discipline options somewhat, what with it limiting our spanking area, and taking away our ball squeezing option?"
Gideon had helpful experience, "You need to be aware that one of the things that happens to clamped-up boys is that their nipples become more focal, becoming heightened erogenous areas. Thus they become far more sensitive to pain than they are now." Then he called to me, "Billy turn your body towards us so we can see your titties." I kept my face to the wall but turned my body towards them so they all could see my chest. Gideon continued; "Billy's got nice tits and nipples, as you can see. With their new heightened sensitivity you need to be aware that a boy's tits afford many wonderful punishment opportunities. Not enough slavers realize that boys' tits and nipples are top quality slave-control workstations; a great area for achieving effective behavior modification. Boys' tits and nipples are prime targets for pinching, squeezing, twisting, tawsing, clipping, clamping, stinging, singeing, tweaking, and flip-whipping."
"If you like, after lunch, for an extra $50, I would be happy to demonstrate some effective tit punishment techniques. Nothing more quickly gets a lazy slave yelping like a bitch in heat than really effective tit work."
Mr. Falkenberg was quick to take Gideon up on the offer, "Lang, since we have Gideon here, we might as well take advantage of his expertise."
Weston interjected, "Slaves' tits are a wonderful area to work on. Using the full palette of punishment options on boys' tits is just something I have always enjoyed doing."
Gideon continued, "And as far as the balls go, it is true that the Vitaguard model clamp is, by necessity, a genital guard. That means that if you were to punch or whip Billy in the balls right now he wouldn't feel a thing. But that is the purpose of the thing, after all. We don't want Billy able to feel a thing in any of his parts down there. But it has an upside in terms of punishment options that is major. You know how when you whip naked boys you have to make sure you don't let the belt or whip snap around and get them in the cock and balls. Well, with the Vitaguard you no longer have to worry. It offers full genital punishment protection. And, even neater, you now can belt and whip directly into and upwards between the legs. Let me tell you, that makes a slave behave even faster than a ball squeezing."
Lang was clearly pleased, "Hey, that is absolutely true! I like it!"
Weston added to the enthusiasm, "It's important for Billy to know, for deterrent purposes, that his overseers now have the ability to belt and whip his perineum!"
Lang smiled, "Well Dad. I really think we made the right decision here today in getting Billy clamped."
Gideon went on, "And remember, if you ever really do want to squeeze Billy's balls you can always take the Vitaguard off. It's a pretty easy thing to do. A lot of slavers make a point of squeezing a slave's balls every time they remove the clamp, as sort of positive reinforcement for the slave towards wanting to keep the clamp on. That way they come to associate having the clamp removed with painful balls."
Lang was thrilled, "Man, you are an expert in your field. Just so full of valuable slave control tidbits!"
Gideon blushed slightly, "Well, I like to think so!"
Pamela Croft joined in, "I would like to add, along the same lines, that you can also consider getting Billy's penis dyed. If you are like most holistic slavers, then you probably intend to work Billy until he drops. It has been found especially helpful for slaves who are penis clamped for life that having their genitals dyed in some ridiculous fashion makes them want to keep their penis covered. The idea is to make them repulsed by their own genitals. If you know that every time someone sees you naked you are greeted with uproarious laughter at your ridiculously colored sex organs, then you are probably very rapidly going to come to terms with keeping your privates locked up and out of the view of others for good. You will actually crave having them hidden and locked away in a chastity control devise. Realize, penis dying is just an option, and it may not be the right one for you at this time. But it is another humane step owners can take to make their slave's lives easier. It is one that has indeed proven effective in helping slaves come to terms with no longer being able to fondle their genitals for purposes of self pleasuring."
Mr. Falkenberg seriously regarded what he heard, "Ms. Croft, thank you. Good to know that. Good to know. Thank you!"
Tony was curious, "Like, dyed how? How do you make them look so everyone laughs at them?"
Pamela smiled, "Such designs as yellow and pink stripes, multi-colored polka dots, concentric circles. There are so many things. In fact, there is a coffee table book that was published just last month called, `Dyed Drudge Dicks' which is an absolute hoot."
Weston was beaming, "Hey, what do you all say that after Gideon gives the Falkenberg's lessons in punishing slaves' tits, and after Lang gives Billy his strapping, we all go out to my place. My friend Andy is coming over with his two slaves, and we were planning on corralling our slaves in a little free and easy running and pulling competition."
Lang agreed, "That really sounds like fun. I'll bring Billy. It's time we put him into the match, and see how he fares competitively."
Weston was thrilled, "Oh man! I'd love to see our little Billy in the corral, hobbled along with the other slaves, tugging at the reins to do the best he can for us!"
Mr. Falkenberg couldn't attend, "I have to get back to the office. But I think it would be good for Billy. Especially if Billy's three friends could be there and cheer him on."
Gideon said that he could not attend since he had clamping and hobbling appointments all afternoon, but he encouraged my friends to join in the fun. Eric backed out at first, stating that such activity was sheer barbarism. Weston straightened him out, "Eric, you simply are referencing slave corralling from a few notorious practices that used to take place in the South. I assure you that those days are over. There are now laws in place making sure the games stay sane and healthy. Every slave I have ever talked to who has participated told me they enjoyed the games immensely."
Eric was informed, "That is not true. Sure, among themselves slaves may resignedly get into the spirit of it, but the fact is it is entirely against their will, and they simply have no choice but to partake, or else you slavers prod them on with the whip."
Weston patted Eric on the back, "Mellow out, dude! You are one person who really does need to come out and see what goes on. Try to get involved in facts, rather than hearsay."
Eric looked intently at Weston, "Oh, I'm coming out to watch, and I want to believe what you say. But I'm afraid your games are going to be about as `humane' as your views on penis clamping and dying." Weston caught Eric off guard, "God, you're a good looking guy! Do you swim at school?"
Eric, surprised, answered, "Well, yes, I do. Varsity." Weston led Eric off to the corner, as he continued chatting about his own varsity days.
My listening to their conversation was interrupted by Lang, who unlocked me from the wall and led to me to where Gideon and Mr. Falkenberg had taken seats in the living room. Gideon took from his suitcase a large pile of devices. Pamela, Tony, and Perry joined us for the demonstration. I was scared at first, but Gideon simply demonstrated tawsing and flip whipping techniques by pointing out where to land blows on male breasts with the various whips and tawses without actually doing it. Gideon also demonstrated a wide array of punishment devices such as clamps, screws, hooks, and punishment bras, which he showed how to attach to my tits, but didn't tighten enough to have them cause me any discomfort.
Mr. Falkenberg and Lang were impressed enough by Gideon's wares that they bought a rather large pile of tit punishment devices. In addition to the $50 lesson fee on how to punish male tits, the Falkenberg's purchased $325 worth of slave tit hardware and punishment devices. When Lang wrote out the final check for $1,385.00, Pastor Abjornson told me that that was a sign of the Falkenberg's love for me.
As Gideon, Pamela, and Mr. Falkenberg began to take their leave, Weston and Eric walked into the room deeply engaged in conversation. They joined in the farewells, and I noticed Eric seemed to have lost the slight sneer to his upper lip which was always on display when he talked to committed slavers.
Lang snapped his fingers at me, "Okay Billy, hurry and get the dining table cleared, then get back in here for your ass strapping! And make it quick! We want to hurry and leave here so we can get you penned and hobbled for the corral games."
Lang, Weston, Tony, Perry, and Eric just stood and watched as I rushed to clear off the table. Lang asked, "What do you guys think, does the Vitaguard look good on Billy?"
Tony said, rather quietly, "It's nice looking."
Weston agreed, "I think it's attractive on Billy. It's the same color and almost the same model I have on my three boys. And it's a good thing it looks good on him, since he's going to be wearing it for a very long, time!"
Perry added, "Kind of snazzy looking. With that butt exposed like that it could attract a lot of babes on the beach."
Everyone laughed, leading Weston to ask my friends how they were doing in the chick' department. Getting into the spirit of Weston's question, all of my friends laughed and reported that they were doing quite well and that they had their hands full'.
Weston moved over to Eric, and brushed his shoulder, "Eric, you asked me earlier how I could say that I loved Billy like a brother, since I was the one who encouraged Lang to get Billy nose ringed and clamped. Look at Billy. Do you see what I was talking about? Look at him doing what he's told, clearing that table. That's the kind of thing I mean; I just think it's a beautiful thing to watch a slave working, doing what he's told. Behaving. When Billy does what he's told, I just love him so much. I would do anything for him." From Eric's silence on Weston's statement I worried that Weston was successful in getting Eric to see slave matters his way.
As everyone continued to watch me, Weston spoke louder to catch Lang's ear, "Lang, look at Billy go to town clearing that table! I guarantee you, once you experience the productivity, tractability, and docility of a clamped work boy, you'll never let your slave play with himself again!"
Lang acknowledged Weston's counsel, then asked if he would serve as my `holder' for my strapping. Weston agreed. As he removed his belt, Lang called me over, "Billy, it's time for your punishment. Get over here!" My friends were silent. I went to Lang, "Billy. Why in the hell did you have to act like a shit when serving our lunch? What is it with you? You're getting twelve swats. Put your arms together in front of you and face Weston." I did as he ordered and Weston came up to me, eager, intense, and acting like he genuinely loved me. He held my arms tightly with both of his arms looked me in the face, and said, "Billy, I'm so sorry. I wish Lang didn't have to do this." He motioned to Lang that we were ready, and Lang ordered me to make a circular motion with my buttocks. "Come on Billy, wiggle that ass for your friends! Make nice big circles with that slave ass of yours. Let them see your spanker's targets wiggling for attention! It looks to me like that ass of yours is begging for a strapping."
After he felt I had sufficiently humiliated myself, he told me he wanted me to spread my legs as wide as I could because he wanted to do some inner thigh and perineum work. From fear of the pain I was physically unable to move my legs apart and said, "I can't Lang. Please don't, I'm afraid."
Lang asked Tony if he would help out so as to make my strapping go easier, and Tony agreed. Lang told him to grab my left leg with both of his arms and to lift it up and out of the way. He did as ordered. I was now standing on one leg, supported by Tony pulling my left leg as far away from my body as it would go, and with Weston holding me by both arms. My inner flanks and perineum were now fully accessible to Lang's inch and a half wide belt. Lang's first swats went to my buttocks, and I moaned. Everyone became silent. Lang's next two swats hit my inner thighs and I cried. Weston gazed into my eyes, swallowed hard, and said quietly and sincerely, "Oh Billy. Please be a good boy for Lang and me from now on. I love you bro, and hate to see you going through this."
Lang went back to strapping my ass and went on down the back of my legs with the strap. Then he announced, "Now I'm going to try for a perineum shot." He landed it straight on and I screamed. I could feel Tony's hardon against my leg he was holding. Perry shifted in his standing position, and Eric's mouth was open, and he gazed at my strapping wide-eyed and silent. Lang did all but the remaining swat on my buttocks, which were raw and red, and then announced that for the final shot he was going to try for the perineum again. He did, and I screamed even louder.
When it was over, Tony let go of my leg, Lang put his belt back on, and Weston let go of my arms, and then embraced me tightly with both of his arms as I moaned. He comforted me, "I love you so much Billy. We're going to get you up to being a 100% fully compliant slave. It'll be a beautiful thing. You'll love it."
Lang came and put one of his arms around Weston, and one around me. "Thanks Weston and Tony, you both did a great job! And you Billy, what can I say? You took it well. I still love you more than anything, but I sure in the hell wish you wouldn't make me do this stuff to you!" He playfully tweaked my nose and smiled hugely. Then he tousled my hair in genuine affection, "Okay everyone. Let's go out to Weston's place and have some real fun!"