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Margaret pursed her lips. She was embarrassed by her son’s obnoxious behavior. She pulled aside her brother, Ralph. Uncle Ralph had always been closer to Victor than Victor’s own father, who dipped in and out of their lives.
“Ralph, please do something about Victor. He’s spoiling Christmas Eve with his nasty attitude, his vulgar words, and he’s teasing the small children by ripping their presents. He’s not cleaning up after himself and put loud rap music on the stereo and refused to turn it off. Please do something. Ever since he moved out, he’s been so hard to control…”

 Ralph polished his glasses on his shirt. This didn’t surprise him. With an absent father and a push over mother, Victor had been a hellion in his school days. The sound of breaking glass got his attention. Victor was using a laser pointer to get the cat to break ornaments on the tree.

“That’s it,” Ralph said, putting his glasses back on. He marched over to Victor.
“What are you gonna do to me old man?” Victor sneered.
“What your Daddy should have done to you every day.” Ralph grabbed him by the ear and lead him to the basement steps.
“Ow! Ow hey! Stop you fucker! CUT IT OUT Let me go! What are you doing??”
Ralph ignored him. He took his nephew downstairs, bent him over his lap, and spanked him until his hand throbbed. He spanked Victor until the boy was in tears and begging for mercy.

“You listen to me. You be nice to your mother. You behave yourself on Christmas Eve. You learn some respect, and you clean up after yourself you hear me? I hear you’ve been screwing up on paying rent. Can’t hold a job I bet? You fuck up, you are going to move in with me, and I am going to spank you like every. single. day. Until you straighten up. You understand?”
Victor sniffled in his lap, “Yeah yeah I got it.”
Ralph gave another swat. Victor yelped. “No, not yeah. Yes. Yes sir.”
“Yes sir,” Victor said meekly.
“Good boy. Good boy,” Ralph said in a warm tone. Now, pull your pants up. Wash your face, and think about what you’ve done. When you are ready to be part of the family, you can come back upstairs. Am I clear?”
“Yes sir,” Victor said in an even smaller voice.
“Good boy.”

Ralph left Victor to stew in the basement. He went upstairs, and saw his worried sister’s face. “I took care of it, Margie,” Ralph said. She looked relieved. “Do you have ice for my hand?” She was relieved. That meant he had been thorough. Christmas Eve went much, much better after that, although Victor made himself scarce until just before the party ended up, when he came upstairs to apologize to his mom after most people had left.

Ralph was proud, but knew it would take more spankings to straighten the boy out.

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“Well, well…our mousy little drug runner gone astray doesn’t have big balls after all.”
”Please don’t hurt me!”
“And
what, break our toys? I think not. Hm. Well you are too small to fetch
any real value on the market. I could sell you as a cheap fuck toy but
it’d be a bad investment for anybody. You wouldn’t last long; you don’t
have a body to take hard fucking.”
The young man whimpers.
“Heh.
Sometimes that makes people hard. You’re still soft as they come. You
are a coward aren’t you? Fucked up one delivery and just hid with his
tail between his legs.”
“I’m sorry I -”
“Quiet,” I snap, tapping
the strap against his thigh. “You don’t know how pissed my boss was
about that. I’m going to put you in chastity first and foremost until
you learn to be a man. Then, I’m going to have you work off that money
you lost as a houseboy to one of our more…esteemed clients. He has a
huge house, and always needs lots of help. Oh, and he needs waiters too
for his, you know, parties.” I smirk. “Might even see me there. Wouldn’t
that be funny?”
“I don’t-”
“Quiet. If my boss wasn’t so angry at
me right now I’d fuck you and put you right in your place, but he’ll be
mad if I send damage goods off. So I’m just gonna have to strap you a
bit, right on your lily white ass.”
“Please no!””
I scoff. “You
need to learn to take your punishment boy. Selling you will fix the
problem you caused. Giving you a red ass fixes your bad decision making
skills. And don’t worry, I won’t leave any marks. I’m very good at this.
I was taught well. Now…turn around. Sooner you obey, the sooner it
gets done, and we can move onto my favorite part – the chastity cage
fittings.”
The young man pleaded a soft “please no”.

“CUT!”
“How was that, Bob?” I ask.
“Fantastic! Very natural! Do you guys need a moment or can we keep going?”
“I could use some water,” Arthur requested.
A PA rushed up to hydrate him. I took a swig out of my own bottle. “I can keep going.”
Bob looked at Arthur. “You good?”
“Yeah,”
Arthur said. “Let’s move on to the strapping scene, I’ve been looking
forward to this all week. Also, it’s almost noon already. I want to get
to the milking and fitting scene as fast as possible so we don’t have to
use artificial lights.”
Bob nodded. I flipped Arthur around and rubbed some oil into his butt, then signaled Bob I was good to go.
“Alright, Drug Runner Domesticated, scene 3, take 1….ACTION!”

I grinned. “Alright, boy. I want to hear you count.” Then I raised my arm and gave Arthur what he wanted. God, I loved my job.

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“Sir – I can’t wear this! It’s – it shows off everything!” he stammers.
I remain firm. “You will wear them because I say so, and if you go against my orders I will spank you in them.”
He plucks at the tight denim and screws up his face. “I’m sorry for being stubborn, Sir, but but….why?”
“Think about it, boy. Your cock has lost its function as a sex object. It’s hidden away, no longer allowed to harden like a real man’s cock would. Since it’s just flesh now, it doesn’t need to be tucked away. I want it on display where I can see my property and make sure it gets fresh air. Plus, every time you feel the breeze against your smooth balls, you’ll remember you’re owned.”
“Yes…yes Sir, I am owned. Thank you for holding my key and training me.”
“Good boy. It’s been a pleasure. Now, go on your evening walk now and stop by the gas station on the way home to pick up a family-sized bag of Skittles.”
“Family-sized sir?”
“Yes. For sharing with good, obedient boys. Unless of course, I have to spank you and restrain you and you can watch me eat them.”

He stares at me. I can see the gears in his head moving. Skittles are his favorite candy, and he is on a sugar-restricted diet to curb his ballooning weight. His last Master spoiled him nearly rotten. He was more of a pampered poodle than an actual slave; he was not punished for rule breaking, gorged on whatever he pleased, and cock was allowed to go free. Why even own a slave if all you do is – …I shake my head and cut my own thoughts off. I didn’t want to irritate myself thinking about that again.

He’s made his decision. “May I take a bottle of water on my walk Sir?”
“Yes,” I say, punctuating it with a smile. “Take one of the little sports bottles.”
He nods and sets his face, determined to face humiliation and complete his task. “May I be dismissed Sir?”
“Yes. Oh, and one more thing boy?”
“Yes Sir?”
“If you feel the urge to piss on your walk…I expect you to do it outdoors and I want you to film it on your phone for proof.”
His eyes go wide. He’s never been asked to do anything quite so daring, so naughty. “Sir-!”
“Yes? Is there a problem?” I absentmindedly tug on his cage.
He works his jaw, then swallows he words; he squirms in my grip. “No …no Sir, there isn’t. I’m going on my walk now.”
Little by little, I can see the stubbornness and attitude problems melt away to reveal the prize of a slave underneath. He makes me so proud, every single day. “Good boy,” I say with as much fondness in my voice as I can. I squeeze him on the ass then give it a pat to indicate he should go; I watch him prepare for his walk and leave the house. After a moment of reflection, I get up and go to find a candy dish and check the batteries in the vibrator.

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Text is fictional. I think source is OP.

Sorry, one post today – not feeling well.

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“Boy where are you?” I hollered.
He stuck his head out of the bedroom, “Here! In here! Sshh come quick.”
“What’s wrong?”
He removed the piece of toilet paper from the tip of his cock cage. “I’m dripping! It won’t stop! I can’t go out there like this, you gotta milk me!”
“Oohhh you are dripping,” I cooed, examining his wet member pressing up against its plastic confines.
“I’m so horny,” he whines.
“I’m very pleased, I wasn’t expecting these kinds of results so quickly. I can’t wait to show everyone your big milestone.”
“But…but!”
“Alright, let’s get that big drip…there we go. Now just wash your hands and join me outside.”
“But..!”
“Don’t be ashamed to be locked boy. Horny bottoms shouldn’t ever have access to their cocks, it’s ruinous and too distracting for them during sex, you know that. You know how great it’s been lately in bed, don’t forget that now.”
He turns bright red then huffs and washes his hands. “Still…I’m naked in front of all of them…”
“Oh you’re going to have to get used to that. This dinner party thing is going to be a once a week occurrence, and you’re going to show everyone that fantastic service of yours from your waiter days.”
“But…!”
I give him a playful smack on the ass. “Now get out there. Get.” I guide him by his shoulders to the living room.
“Hey everyone, I have an announcement to make. Arty’s made it to his first milestone already, three days ahead of schedule – look at him dripping!” I hold his wrists and arms above his head so he’s exposed.

My half dozen guests ooo and aaahh and some clap their hands. My boy is blushing so hard I can feel it in his forearms. “Si..sir–” he begins.
“Oh Arty,” Rebecca says, “Look how beautiful he is. What a lucky boy to be in chastity under you. You do the most amazing work, sometimes I’m almost mad that I don’t have a cock.
I grin. "Does my reputation proceed me?”
Matt wanders out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel, “Oh it does. I’ve tried that chastity thing before, but my balls are too big for it. Even in the biggest cage everything goes numb.”
Rebecca laughs, “The mental image of you stuffing yourself into that is hilarious.”
“Oh look, there’s a big drip now,” Jesse announces and they all watch as my boy’s precum seeps out. I hear him whimper in humilation and arousal and it’s making me very horny. I must push it aside though, dinner is almost ready.

“See boy? It’s ok, you’re in a supportive environment here, nothing to be ashamed of. Now, let’s get a condom on the tip of your cock so you can serve dinner without slipping in it.
"Yes sir,” he responds, his voice subdued now that he’s submitted to the reality that I’m not going to let him hide in the bathroom.

The dinner party is a success. Afterwards I let Jesse fuck him then take my turn, a reward for my boy for a job well done. Conditioning is a slow process, you have to rewrite what is correct and incorrect and introduce new carrots on sticks for him to chase. It’s not always fun or comfortable, but the results are always worth it – happy, chaste, beautiful horny boys.

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Locked Boiz Getting Nasty

Locked Boiz Getting Nasty

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lockedndenied:

So … last week I told you about this GORGEOUS 20yo Asian boi who wanted to learn more about forced chastity and maybe experience it.  I got him into a cage and we played … teasing each other’s locked cocks.

Because, as you well know, it sometimes takes a bit of time to find the right size/fit and your cock fights desperately against the cage I expected to hear from him the next day or the day after.  Well.  I didn’t.  Several days passed without a reply to my few messages.  I figured he’d gone and got a lock cutter, cut off the lock and absconded with my steel CB6000S.

He FINALLY called the night before last, sobbing.  I thought something really bad had happened.  Our conversation was short but basically he was insane with horniness and his 20yo cock kept getting hard and making it hurt.  He begged me to come get him and take off the device.

I agreed to do that on one condition, that he wear only flip flops and a speedo.  He agreed and I hopped into the car and drove to his place … but I parked down the block.  It was about 11pm so not that many people on the street.  I made him walk down the street so very close to naked.  It was sooo HOT watching this gorgeous young guy walk briskly toward me that my cock started to swell in its cage.

When he got into the car, I could tell his cock was straining too.  He clutched at his locked cock and moaned, “Do you have the keys?”

“Nope.  At my place.”  Instead of pulling into the driveway, I stopped down the block, “Gimme your flip flops.”

“Now get out of the car and walk.” I drove off and parked in the drive.

As we stood at my front door, I told him to take off his speedos.  ”People are going to see.”

“Doesn’t matter.”  He hands them to me and I very slowly unlock and open the door.  Luckily for me, my housemate and a friend of his were in the living room chatting.  They looked up as we stepped in, my locked boi covering his cage.  I pulled his hands away and told him “Be proud that you are a locked boi.” and marched him to my room.

“Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”  He did.  He has such a beautiful ass.  My cock swelled hard in the cage yearning to be free, remembering when I used to be a top and how it feels to bury my cock in a hot, wet hole.

I played with his ass and started to eat him out.  He moaned.  I fingered him, slathering his hole with lube and worked two fingers inside.

“Please take the cage off.  Please.”

“I will. I will.” as I turned and pulled a dildo out of my toy box. “Patience.”  I lubed the dildo and placed it at his hole.  He looked back over his shoulder, pleading with his beautiful brown eyes.  I slowly pushed and he gasped as the head popped in; then moaned deep into the pillow as the entire length slid deep into his hole.

As I started stroking the dildo in and out, I reached underneath to his caged cock and was greeted with a stream of precum that I couldn’t help but taste.  YUM!  I worked the dildo in and out, getting faster and faster, spanking his ass and his balls.  You guys should have heard him!

So here I am fucking this boi with a dildo and spanking his balls and locked cock fairly roughly when he screams into the pillow, his whole body shuddering, and cum blasted out of his caged cock.  Explosion after explosion of hot boi cum.  I didn’t let up on the dildo fucking or the ball spanking.  His orgasm seemed to last forever.

I finally stopped and he collapsed onto the bed.

I got naked and lay next to him, my own cock unsatisfied, dripping and my cunt yearning for penetration.  I caressed him and kissed him.  ”Do you want out now?”  ”Yes.”  I took the keys off the nightstand, turned him over and unlocked him.  His cock grew instantly hard, so I sucked it.  A few minutes later he blew a second load .. but this one deep into my throat.

I gave him his speedo and flipflops then took him home.  ”If you want to be locked again, call me.”

This morning at 6am, less than 6 hours after blowing two huge loads he calls me.  ”Come pick me up.  I want to be locked again.”

“Good boy.”

Woooow.