Marcus came to check on Joe. “How are you doing?” “Better,” Joe said. “But I every time I think of Todd I just want to punch him in the face.” “Well. That’s a normal thing with Todd. The trick is to be able to have those thoughts without punching him in the face.” “He needs a good punch in the face.” Marcus folded his arms. “Well. Yes. But it never ends at that. You can seriously hurt or even kill someone if you punch them wrong. And it doesn’t take him down, it’ll just get worse. You know this. How many times have you been arrested or detained for fighting?” Joe didn’t answer. “Uh huh. You know. Learning to be at peace with your aggression is your salvation. Either that, or we have to start making some medical decisions about curbing your testosterone.” Joe exhaled. “I know that. I hate it. I feel like the Hulk sometimes.” “I’ll get better,” Marcus said. “I’m glad you pulled me off him and put me in time out, Marcus. I was hoping you would. I’m scared I’m going to get dependent on that.” Marcus made a noise in his throat. “That would be a problem. Maybe you need a shock collar.” “Are you serious?” “I don’t know,” Marcus said. “But I had another suggestion.” “What?” Joe asks. “I think enrolling you in some sort of martial art – an aggressive one like Brazilian Ju Jitsu or something – may help?” Joe rolled on his side to look at Marcus. “How would sending me to fighting classes make me STOP fighting?” “Cause it’d give you an outlet for your energy and aggression, but you’d learn how to control it and your strength. Learn some discipline. You work in an office. You don’t work out enough. You need an outlet. Something involving grappling.” Joe thought. “That sounds kind of fun….” “Better than a shock collar?” “Yeah. Or being castrated,” Joe snorts. “You know I’d never cut your balls off,” Marcus retorted. “I like to play with them too much.” Joe laughs. “Yeah you do. You could get me neuticles or something though.” “Oh dear god,” Marcus snorted. “Yeah no. Alright, I’ll look into it for you, boy.” “Thank you, Sir.” “You’re welcome. You have another twenty minutes with your thoughts and I’ll come untie you for a break ok?” “Yes Sir.” “Think you’ll be calm enough by then? Todd’s long gone.” “Yes Sir.” “Good boy. Holler if you need anything.” “Could I get some water please?” “Absolutely.” Marcus gave Joe’s foot a squeeze. “Be right back.”
Joe wiggled around for a moment and got comfortable again. Marcus was so patient with him. He felt more and more embarrassed about his out-of-control aggression every time he had to come tell Marcus what he’d done, head bowed, tail between his legs, bruises on his knuckles. But Marcus never punished him. Just disciplined him, or tied him and showed him stillness. And for once in his life, Joe felt like he could be saved. He loved Marcus a lot. He never wanted to be a good boy for anyone before. But for Marcus, it mattered. He didn’t want to let him down. Did Marcus really think ju-jitsu would be a good outlet for him? Joe was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t hear Marcus come back with water and startled when he appeared in his peripheral vision.
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Puppy would not sit still while you were baking and kept jumping on you, causing you to spill and make messes. If he were still, all you heard was whine whine whine! It was like you never fed the pup. If he had been good, he would get to lick a beater. But no, he was being a bad puppy so he got… well, secured. And he had to stay like that, the smell of the cookies baking filling the house. You didn’t untie him when the oven beeped either – only when the cookies were finally cooled. On then did you untie him. Even then, Puppy still had to sit and stay to receive a cookie. You were pleased that he was obedient and earned his cookie. Lessons are sometimes learned through rewards. You knew he would never let the nightmare of being denied a beater haunt him again.
“Squirm all you want, your dick is still getting locked up. You knew the rules, and I warned you when you were towing the line, but you still disobeyed me. I don’t know why you look so surprised that I’m actually following through on my word. Did you really think this was some sort of role play? You signed the contract. You’ve been spanked before for breaking the rules. What delusional world were you living in where you thought I was bluffing about lock up?” Master laughed. “Well, you and reality are about to get acquainted.”
My whole life, I’d been drifting. One apartment to another, one motel to another. Then, one foster home to another. Constantly rotating. Never settling. I barely graduated. Tried college for a bit, but got antsy. I traveled around doing various labor jogs in the gas industry. During the day, I’d work brutal 12 hour shifts and at night, I’d go online and talk to this guy Blake in Washington State. We had a lot in common – same tastes in TV shows, same kinks, same preferences toward men. He liked them a bit furry and well, I happened to be a pretty textbook otter. Soon we moved the conversations to phone calls and text messages, although that soon turned into sexting. No matter where I went, Blake was just one click or call away. I became a little addicted to him. Blake was my anchor.
When yet another job dried up, this one in Alaska, Blake said: “Come live with me.” I was astonished. It had been two years, but we had never met. I expressed some concern and he said, “Well come stay with me until your next job”. I had no where else to go, so I did what I always did and just drifted. This time, south. I hitched in Canada and guess where he was going? Seattle. I felt that I was being pulled there, so I went.
I found myself so excited to meet Blake for the first time. It was a feeling I wasn’t using to experiencing. I was nervous, jittery. Our first conversation was awkward. I couldn’t stop stuttering, nor could I stop staring. The face I’d seen in so many pictures had come to life in front of me. He was far more handsome than any Skype chat conveyed. First date jitters all over again. Blake made me dinner. We both played polite, but by the next night we were both naked in his bed. It was the most comfortable bed I could ever remember sleeping in…well, ever.
After a week of getting to know each-other and falling in love all over again, Blake offered to tie me up. Of course, I had wanted that. I wanted it since Day 1, when I stumbled upon all his beautiful bondage work on his Tumblr. The first time he tried, I came immediately and ruined the session. The second time around, we fooled around for a bit and he edged me for half an hour until I came. That was better. When Blake took out the rope, I was pleasantly still horny but much more calm.
On went the ropes. On went the mask and the gag. Away went the sounds, the distractions, movement. As I laid there, immobile and restricted, I realized this was the first time I had ever been physically prevented from going anywhere. I was stuck. It felt so secure, so comfortable, just to be some place and not having anywhere to go. I didn’t want to go anywhere either. For the first time, I wanted to stay. I felt a little emotional but forced myself not to react and spoil the session. Instead, I closed my eyes and drifted into headspace. Blake told me later that I dozed off for a bit and he kept checking my pulse, scared that I was going to die. I loved hearing that, knowing he was attentive and focused on keeping me safe. I don’t remember him checking my pulse at all. I was so deep in a meditative trance that when he untied me out of concern for my circulation – and that it was 2 in the morning – I momentarily could not remember what day it was. I just wanted to cuddle.
I learned something important that night. I had been bucking advice my whole life to just settle down somewhere, but what I had been seeking the entire time was for someone to ask me to stay. I wanted someone to want me to stay. I wanted someone to keep me as theirs. The next day I decided to tell Blake if I ever decided to leave, he was to tie me up again until I changed my mind. But he beat me to it. Over breakfast, Blake asked me if I would stay for good. He wanted me to get a permanent job in Seattle and live with him and share his bed. Poor guy, he was so alarmed when I began to cry.
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“Alright, Tom. You know the drill. Won’t be much different than your usual exam. We’re just making your prostate is healthy before you get locked into chastity. You will be stimulating it a lot in order to release your build-up, so it’s important it’s 100% healthy. Hold your posture. That’s it.” Tom sighed. He didn’t like other people touching his ass other than James. “Yes Doctor.” Tom adjusted his hands and tried to get comfortable. He’d been coming to this office since he was a kid, but everything else had changed – the doctor, the purpose of the visit, and well…the wall was a lot closer. If Tom recalled correctly, he’d smacked his head into it last time two times he had his anal health checked. No Sir, not this time. Tom was prepared. Tom was a bottom’s bottom. Sticking things up his ass was his idea of a fun evening. Nothing was going to –
Something cold suddenly pushed inside his tight sphincter and – bang! “Ow!” Tom exclaimed before he could stop himself. Dr. Choudry chuckled. “Did you hit your head on the wall?” “…No.” “Sorry, I should have given you a little warning. People tend to tense up if I do, so I’ve learned not to.” “I can handle it. I can take dildos bigger than your finger,” Tom sniffed, his pride wounded. “Ok ok,” Dr. Choudry said with a smile. “I’ll put a note in your chart to give you a little warning next time. Alright, let’s see…everything feels normal. Cough please.” Tom did so and try to resist the urge to pee, cum, and get hard all at once. God that prostate was a magical button. He could not wait to see how sensitive it got once he was not allowed an erection anymore. Not like he had much of a choice….James made that decision weeks ago. Tom didn’t mind as much though. James always seemed to have his best interests in mind. He liked that James pushed him a little. It really opened up his world to the potential of his own sex drive. Tom’s thoughts drifted to that time they borrowed the e-stim machine from Rick…
Tom was just getting used to that nice sensation of something up his passage when it slid out. He instintinctively looked over his shoulder to see where it went and if it would continue. After a moment, Dr. Choudry cleared his throat. “We’re uh, done. You can get dressed now.” Tom tried to hide his slight disappointment. “Oh ok. Shit. That gave me a bit of a boner.” “That’s normal, Tom. If you want, I can give you a moment to self-pleasure?” Tom thought about it. “Let me text James.” Dr. Choundry threw away his gloves and washed his hands. “You have such good discipline for such a sexually active boy as yourself.” Tom smiled. “Thank you, Doctor.”
He texted with James, who was ready to respond, eager how his boyfriend’s appointment was going. After a moment, Tom lifted his head. “I’m not allowed to. He wants me pent up for tonight.” “Tonight? What’s tonight?” Tom bit his lip as he smiled. “Not sure. Maybe he’s going to finally lock me.” Dr. Choudry was making notes. “Well use a lot of lube and play safe. I’ll bring you a cold washcloth to get your erection down.”
Tom sighed in relief. “Thank you Doctor. You know, since I started dating James, I’m starting to feel like the world is full of men who will gladly look out for me if they know I need a little help. I like that feeling. It feels …secure, I guess.” The doctor clapped Tom on the shoulder. “I’m happy to hear it. As a doctor, my patient’s mental well-being is just as important as the physical. Anything to help keep you happy.” Tom was sure if his cock wasn’t preventing him from putting on his pants that he would have hugged his physician.
When James picked Tom up from his appointment, he was amused to see that Tom got a sticker and a lollypop for good behavior.
A boy in this position has so much potential yet one of my greatest pleasures is runny my hands over his taut body, down his crack rubbing his hole and cupping his balls.
Sometimes it’s not the sum of the actions, but the message it sends – it says: “I can restrain you however I please, to display you, to make you accessible to me, and I will touch you however I like. You have no say. I just want you to know what it’s like to feel helpless, and remember that I can give that to you any time I want, for however long I want. And if I want to tie you up tight just to cup your balls and tease your hole…well I am entitled to that.”
“Good lord, he’s struggling to get out. He’s nearly frothing at the mouth.” “It’s kind of entertaining isn’t it? He’s stuck. All he’s doing is exhausting himself, which does us more of a favor.” “Indeed. Justice is pretty delicious. Are you sure it’s him?” “Absolutely. The tattoo on his shoulder doesn’t lie.” I point to it. “Oh, indeed. That’s the one on the flier the neighborhood watch put in our mailbox. Have you called the police?” “Not yet. I’m enjoying letting our little thief realize how fucked he is,” I chuckle. “He’s hit his last house, I’ll say.” My partner yawns. “Indeed. Did you hear him come in, love? I didn’t hear anything.” “Oh, our pup woke me up. He’s gonna get a big steak in the morning.” “Lucky pup! ..Say, where are his clothes?” “Oh, in that bag over there. You know, for evidence. I suppose I should go call the cops now, I want to get some more sleep in.” “Mnn you do that love. I’m going back to bed. See you there.” I give him a kiss on the cheek. “Sleep well, sweetheart.”
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Dieter hears the truck pull up. He opens the door and greets the mailman. “Hello, Mr. Schmidt. How are you today?” “Fine, thank you. My wife had a boy on Tuesday.” “Congratulations! Here, I just made some cookies. Why don’t I give you some for her?” “Oh she’d love that. She’s been having sugar cravings recently. Here’s your mail.” I accept it. “Thank you. One moment. You want a bottle of water too?” “Sure, very kind of you to offer.” “Of course, it’s warm today.”
I leave the door open and disappear into the kitchen so I can wrap up some cookies and fetch the water bottle. He glances into the house and spots my boyfriend in his compromised position. I give him the items in a plastic grocery bag, but my mailman is distracted.
“Thank you very much. If I may ask…what on earth did your boyfriend do to get secured to the wall like that?” I glance over my shoulder. “Oh him? He wouldn’t stop eating the raw cookie batter. Greedy little thing. Doesn’t he know not to eat raw egg?” Mr. Schmidt is momentarily speechless, then he clears his throat. “He really should know better than to eat raw egg.” “Thank you! That’s what I said. Boys these days. You look out for their best interests and they act like you’re ruining their lives.” Mr. Schmidt nods, understandably. “Not much different than raising kids.” “Indeed.” “Thanks for the cookies again, Mr. Petersen.” “No problem. Thanks for the mail. Good day!”
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I wanted to make a little post about how bf released me from chastity, but it turned out to be a thorough report on yesterday’s endeavors. Hope you’ll enjoy! x
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Sunday’s are always the most useless days. Nothing to do but to sit home, and mentally prepare for the terrible monday morning that’s coming up. Perhaps that’s why my boyfriend ocassionally throws in a ‘kink’ day during free, lazy sundays. I love it when he puts the kink in ‘the-kinky-bf’ ^^
Just some background: I was in chastity for about 17 days pretty much 24/7. As you might’ve seen on my blog, the horniness it caused was killing me and I was playing with toys an awful lot to get some sexual relief besides the casual sex we had. That didn’t go unnoticed to my boyfriend either of course, so he announced that this weekend would be a nice day to play. I always get even more excited when he announces his kinky endeavors, because it makes me wonder what has inspired him and what he’ll be up to.
So… Sunday evening – after almost a full weekend of eagerly awaiting my fate – he took me to the bedroom. and told me to strip down. He then opened our naughty drawer (which is on my side of the bed of course ^^) and took out the penis gag, blindfold and spandex hood. Then came half a roll of leftover plastic wrap, which he used to bind my torso and arms so I couldn’t get my hands near my chastity cage. He pushed me over, so I fell on my back on our bed and he cut a small hole in the plastic to get to the chastity lock. I was already leaking at the anticipation of what as going to happen when he took off the cage. Instead of immediately playing with my dick, he began stroking my body through the plastic. Nipples, thighs, chest, chin.. everywhere except for my throbbing dick that was just released from his confinement.
Then all of a sudden he took the head of my dick, and started rubbing his thumb over my glans. I’m normally not that sensitive over there, but the denial made this the worst torture ever and I quickly began struggling my bondage and started moaning in my gag in a way too high pitch. He asked me if I wanted him to stop. I said yes, but apparently that was the wrong answer. Bf took the empty roll of plastic wrap, firmly pushed me on my side and started spanking my ass thoroughly. I knew what this was about. It was a predicament. He made me choose whether I wanted an agonizing cock head rubbing, or a rough spanking with the role. There was no way to win this. Because I hated the ‘thumbing’, I tried to endure the spanking for as long as possible, but when I was close to tears and struggled a lot, bf turned me over and started ‘properly’ stroking my dick getting me close to the edge in just a few strokes.
I tensed my back and legs to keep the orgasm as far away as possible, but again there was no way to win. After about twenty minutes (or perhaps 45.. idk) of edging, moaning and sweating bf had enough. He stopped, told me to cool down a little, and left the bedroom, leaving me throbbing and struggling on the bed. The gag caused me to drool a lot as well, but instead of swallowing it, I was only able to suck the plastic cock in my mouth… I’d rather prefer bf’s, but he left his cock surprisingly untouched during the whole scene. He even stayed dressed throughout.
After an unknown amount of time, bf came back. Immediately grabbed my dick and got my attention. In the mean time I barely lost my erection, even though he was away for quite some time. Just a minute later we were back at where we stopped: Right on the edge. Intense, loud and frustrating.
I begged him. Not to make me cum, but to please stop the stimulation for a while because the struggle to hold back an orgasm became harder and harder. Bf probably thought that me begging him to stop only meant I wasn’t being teased enough. He obviously wanted me to beg for release, but I didn’t. It wouldn’t help anyhow. For about fifteen minutes bf switched between teasing, some ball squeezing and (again) spanking with the empty plastic wrap role. He was pushing me with his edging. I was again close to tears, because every time I begged bf to stop, he went on for one or two more strokes, making it harder and harder to hold back. I was not allowed to cum, that was something he made very clear.
But I did. Muffled moans came from my gag, because I just couldn’t hold back a stream of cum dribbling out my cock when bf stopped stroking. He quickly continued his stroking and pushed me juuuust over the edge again. And again. And again. In about ten minutes he ruined like 5 orgasms until I was completely empty and one sweaty mental mess… Even then he continued palming me until I begged him to please stop stimulating my overly sensitive cock. He did and he left the room again, without saying a word. When he came back he cleaned the mess on my belly, pushed me over on my tummy and lubed my ass. I was exhausted. My jaws were aching from the gag, my ass was red from the spanking and my cock sore from bf’s unlubed treatment.. But still I loved the fact he still had a fire going in his dominance. Even though he had be using me for almost two hours, he still wanted one thing and that was to fuck my ass and fill me up with his cum. And so he did. It was the cherry on the pie. He collapsed on top of me and whispered in my ear how much he loved this. Then he left the bedroom again to let the situation really sink in. Fifteen minutes later, he came back, cut open the plastic wrap and undid my hood, gag and blindfold. We cuddled and I thanked him. It was awesome and I needed him to know that.
We haven’t locked my chastity back on, because even the day after there’s still soreness and red irritated skin on my dick. Even if I wanted to masturbate, I couldn’t, haha. Next time I hope bf uses some lube on my dick as well, haha. On the plus side; For the first time in weeks I can get hard while writing a post. That’s a very nice feeling as well. ^^
