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STUART, CELIBATE
Stuart had to talk to that kid…he had to get the CAGE off…the tight rings locked around his
penis were driving him crazy. Which was worse?
Taffy’s
confusion over Stu not being able to take off his pants? Or the fact
that whenever Stu got an erection looking at—mostly men, but that hopefully was
a phase, whenever his dick got hard, it was unable to fully erect in the
crippling steel rings of the CAGE.
And then in the middle of the night, Stu would get nocturnal erections,
or try to get them, and wake up in pain as his dick couldn’t expand in the
smallness of the CAGE.
Five times a night Stu would
have to take cold showers…especially last night, when he’d been tortured with
some of the memories of what Donnie O’Hara had put him through, because of
Stu’s desperation to have the cock cage removed.
Stu recalled Donnie cutting the long electrical cord of Stu’s bedside
lamp,peeling back the insulation from the bare wires “Now for your nipples to
have a bit of fun, dude” Donnie had said softly, and he’d shocked and
re-shocked Stu’s nipples as the young commodities broker had screamed.
Stu had gritted his teeth as
Donnie had brushed the electric wires once more across the sensitive nipples,
before throwing Stu on the be, unlocking the CAGE.
“And now I
will make your penis dance!” And the strap had fallen again and again, before
Donnie had thrown it down, laughing, and ordering Stu to suck the teenager’s
long, thick cock til Donnie had cum again and again. But what could he do?
Stu’s mouth still tasted eating Donnie’s turds, mixed with cigarette butts, in
a bowl of milk…super cereal, eh?
And at the
end of that weekend…the boy had finally let Stu jerk off…but had stopped him at
the last minute! And then Donnie had locked the CAGE again…”Maybe next week, if
you’ve earned it, Mr. Ambrosio.”
Four months.
This had been going on for FOUR MONTHS. But it was over as of today! Stuart
would be firm.
Stuart tried
to look firm today as
he knocked on Donnie's front door. The memory of Taffy's lipgloss was still in
him...how horrible it had been, telling her he couldn't take off his
pants...she thought he was a religious nut!
Donnie's
mother opened the door. "Hello, Mr. Ambrosio, what can I do for you? I'm
just off to go shopping?" Stu smiled gameley. "I...wanted to see
Donnie, Mrs. O'Hara. Is he in? It's about the newspaper delivery." Mrs.
O'Hara gave Stuart a knowing look...sort of a Suuure it's about the delivery.
They were a
strange family. Strange that Donnie had recognized the package on top of Stu’s
mailbox. “Oh, you’ve got a cock chastity tube, huh, Mr. Ambrosio? They’re
complicated little things…I’ve got a little time.”
Stu had told
the kid to mind his own business, but after two days of trying to assemble the
CAGE himself, he’d waved Donnie over, and offered him a few bucks to put it
together after his route. “It’s just a fun thing to fool around with, heh heh.”
Stu had told the kid.
Stu recalled
that when Donnie had helped Stu assemble and put on the CAGE he'd told Stu
"Yeah, this is easy. My dad wears one. Ma went out of town, and Dad gave
me a hundred bucks to pick the lock so he could watch a Dr. Fellatio tape and
wank it."
But then
Donnie had pocketed Stu's key.
"Donnie!
I need that key! This is just an um..experiment"
Stu had roared. "C'mon, Mr. Ambrosio" Donnie'd grinned, "You
couldn'ta got the thing on without me, and you know you need a keyholder. See
you soon."
Now Mrs.
O'Hara was smiling openly. "Well, I'll be gone all afternoon, and my
husband is, you could say, tied up with a project in the attic. Oh, speaking of
that, thanks again for helping Donald, Jr. do that wonderful work in our
basement Thursday night. Oh Donnie? Your friend Mr. Ambrosio is here to see
you, dear!" With a wink, she was gone.
Donnie came down. "Bye, Ma!"
Donnie had obviously heard the Thursday remark, and was laughing, silently.
On Thursday, Stu had dropped by, and Donnie
had promised he might unlock the CAGE if Stu would help him with a little
housework.
"Gotta de-mildew the
basement, man" the kid had said, grinning
Stuart remembered scrubbing
the walls and floors with detergent and water, as Donnie slashed his back
with a malacca cane.
There had been plenty of water
damage and Stu had carried carpets to be cleaned as Donnie had screamed at
him viciously. "Get moving Cerdo!" Cerdo meant pig in Spanish,and Donnie was in third year Spanish at
As Stu had removed silt and dirt
stains from the walls with a hose, Donnie had grabbed the hose from Stu
and shot him in the face with it. "You are the laziest man I have ever
known!" Donnie had roared, before kicking Stu into the wall.
"No, sorry, man...not going to unlock." Donnie's verdict had been at the
end of all Stu's work, negative. "Maybe Saturday, my mom'll be shopping
and Dad's doing time in the attic, you know?"
Now Donnie smiled and stretched
his biceps in a Goo Goo Dolls t-shirt that Stu recalled from four weeks ago,
when Donnie had taken Stu out to the woods seven miles from town.
He’d stripped Stu naked and cuffed Stu’s
wrists behind his head, and driven off in Stu’s car, and it had been an
interesting project, poor Stu getting home. Though Donnie had allowed Stu to
masturbate to orgasm the next day before re-locking the CAGE…guilt?
Now, Donnie leaned against the
doorjamb, his braces glinting as he grinned at poor Stuart. “So, you came over
to help me with my homechores, Stuart?” Stu rolled his eyes.
Not even “Mr. Ambrosio” anymore.
Not even the pretense of respect. “Donnie…I’ve come by to get the key. I’m sick
of this now.” Stu tried to look firm. He was, after all, much taller than
Donnie, who had just turned eighteen. “Donnie, I had some interest in chastity
training, because I read something about it in the media, and I thought—“
Donnie laughed. “You’re a perv!
You’re a slave! If you wanted that thing off your dick, you could buy BOLT
cutters, man, don’t make me piss myself.” Donnie spun on his heel and ambled to
the kitchen, his slender buttocks twitching in his loose jeans.
Why do these kids wear those damn baggy pants?
Stuart fumed, thinking of a TV show that said they liked to mimick prisoners,
who had to wear baggy pants because they couldn’t have belts.
Stuart followed Donnie into the
kitchen. “Goddamnit, I don’t want to destroy my chastity device, I just want to
unlock it and besides, my fiancée, Taffy is wondering why I can’t screw her..because I can’t take my pants off and show her this
goddamn thing on my dick!”
“Not to mention the tattoo, right
Stu?” Donnie was falling over himself laughing as Stuart blushed. “Or did you
have that removed already, Stuart?” Stuart gritted his teeth and stared at the
floor.
“You know I did, Donnie, you’ve
whipped my butt since then.” Fifty-two days ago, Donnie had ordered Stuart to
get “I FUCK LITTLE BOYS” tattooed in bright colors on his left buttock, for
about a $140 fee. The price of an orgasm…
Thirty-three days ago, right
before his company beach trip, Stuart had spent seven thousand dollars to have
the tattoo lasered off…and there was still a bright red mark. Stu looked at
Donnie with furrowed brows. “The key, mister. We’ve
had enough of this. I’m going to talk to your dad about this if it keeps up…”
Donnie looked frightened all of a
sudden. “No, not my Dad, Stuart. You’re going to talk
to my Dad…he’s up in the attic…” Stu tried to look conciliatory. “Well, just
give me the key, Donnie…
Donnie’s eyes became big and
Bambi-like. “No, come see Dad. He’s real strict.” Donnie led Stuart up to the
very top floor of their house, and then up a ladder into the attic.
Donnie waved Stuart in. “Tell Dad
what a bad boy I am…” Stuart started. There was Donald O’Hara, Sr., respected Air Force
colonel, bound and gagged, naked on the floor…and on his penis was a CAGE just
like the one Stu had on.
The same thing, a series of standard
nickel-plated steel rings connected by a leather strap over the colonel’s
struggling hard penis.
Donnie giggled, and pointed to his
blushing father. “And note, Daddy has the ball stretcher and separator on
his testicles. I had to help Mom with that one.” Donnie smirked at Stuart. “So
what do you think the old man will do to me?”
Suddenly Donnie’s fingers came up
and twisted Stu’s nipple through his Brooks Brothers burgundy pullover. “Get
downstairs, you little queer. There’s been enough bullshit.”
Stuart hurried down the stairs,
with Donnie lightly kicking his bottom. When they’d gotten back down to the
living room, Donnie grabbed Stu’s burgundy pullover in a small fist.
“I am so sick of your bitching. You know
goddamn well that you’d die if I gave you your keys back. You want them?”
Donnie reached into his jeans and
pulled out the chastity keys. “You want these keys…so you can jerk off and put
the thing back on and take it off? Take them!” Donnie held the keys out, and
Stuart reached for them, but then dropped his hand.
“I-I just…”What was wrong with him? Didn’t Stu
want the keys? SLAP! Donnie’s hand flattened Stu’s lip in a cruel backhand.
“All that trouble for nothing.
What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Donnie snapped his fingers, and Stuart, lower
lip trembling, unbuckled his pants and pulled his belt out, handing it to the
boy. “Drop ‘em now, queer.”
Stu shamefacedly pulled his pants
down. He hesitantly
pulled his underpants down as well, and bent over the couch.
WHACK! “Thank you, Master Donnie, may I have
another?” WHACK! “Th-thank—“WHACK WHACK WHACK! The
belt fell implacably across Stu’s buttocks a few times. “Take it all off,
Stuart. You make me sick.”
Stuart stripped naked, trembling,
and Donnie began laughing as he saw Stu’s erection bulging relentlessly in the
CAGE. “What a homo like you wants with a fiancée is beyond me, man.” Donnie reached in his
pocket and brought out a couple of clothespins, which he snapped on Stu’s
nipples, and Stuart cried out!
Then Donnie locked Stu’s hands behind him with cuffs that seemed to
appear out of nowhere…”Now, Stu, I’m going to unlock you.” Donnie’s changing
voice was assured as he unlocked Stuart.
“And can I cum, Master, please?”
Stuart was begging, as he felt the beautiful hands of the young man gently
stroking and massaging his large cock. “It’s been so long, Donnie… please let
me cum…I’m so hard.”
“But Stuart” Donnie said softly.
“You just had a chance to have the keys yourself…you coulda gone home and taken
the goddam thing off and pounded your pud into puke, dude….but you’re a fool,
man. Seven times in the last four months I’ve offered you the keys back, but
you never remember that you’ve refused them…maybe you don’t wanna cum.”
He was right, Stu thought
wretchedly. All Stu could remember was the wanting, the needing…and how much he
needed this nasty boy to be in charge of his orgasms. “B-but can I cum tonight,
Sir?” Stu’s eyes were begging, and Donnie toyed with Stu’s cock, meditating on
God knows what…bands, piercings, girls? Whatever boys wanted.
And Stu would make sure Donnie got whatever it was…
Donnie stroked Stu’s cock for a
few moments, and Stu began breathing faster as Donnie stroked just a little
faster…”You like that don’tcha?” Donnie asked in a velvety tone, tickling
Stuart’s frenum with vigor. Oooh yesss. “You want to
cum, baby…you want to make a mess in your little man’s hand?” Donnie’s voice
came softly in Stu’s ear.
THWACK! Stu winced as Donnie’s
belt landed on Stu’s groin full force, WHACK THWACK! Two more times on Stu’s
glans and his cock limpened.
Through tears, Stu begged, “Why,
why did you do that? Why did you hit my penis, Master Donnie? In the past four
months I got a tattoo for you, I bought you a Vespa, an Ipod, a Blackberry…why
do you hate me, Sir?”
But Donnie’s nails were tickling
Stuart’s cock into a full blown erection again and Donnie’s tongue was running
circles in Stuart’s ear. What a great young man he was… and maybe Donnie would
give it to Stu in the ass as he’d done a few nights ago… but why oh why was
Donnie so mean?
Whack! The belt fell again on
Stuart’s tortured cock. Stu burst into tears.
“Well, don’t be upset, Stu…you
don’t take the keys, why should I jerk you off?” Donnie asked innocently.
Suddenly Donnie’s knee slammed
forcibly into Stu’s testicles and the young commodities broker fell on his
knees weeping. Donnie dragged Stu by the hair to a couch, and sat down.
“What do you want now, Stu-bum?”
Donnie asked lazily. “Your cock, Master?” Stu asked
hopefully. He felt ridiculous, cuffed and naked on his knees in front of the
kid.
On the first of last month, Donnie
had had Stu suck off eight of his male friends while they’d all watched a Pearl
Jam concert video…But Donnie’d kept his own dick in his pants…he’d stood behind
Stu as he sucked each boy’s dick, whacking Stu with Mrs. O’Hara’s carpet
sweeper, and warning Stu of dire consequences if he bit down on anyone’s dick…
Since then, Stu felt his
cocksucking abilities were even better, and he hoped fervently that Donnie
would give him a chance…but now Donnie was waving his muddy soccer boots at
Stu.
“Lick them off…like you licked
your shit off my dick when I corn-holed you on Monday.” Stu obediently began licking the cleats
clean, gagging on the foul mud. But he was a good cleaner, and soon Donnie’s
boots looked as if he’d just bought them!
“Now, lick all of Ma’s used
cigarette butts out of the ashtray…uuugh!
“And now I want you to rinse out
your mouth…open up!” Stu opened his mouth, and Donnie pulled out his cock
quickly, and began urinating. “Now catch every drop, Stuart…I don’t want any
piss on my Mom’s rug!”
Stu’s mouth was as open as it could get, but a
few drops hit the Oriental rug, and Donnie’s belt landed ten or twelve times on
Stu’s butt, causing the commodities broker to cry once again. He felt as if he
might vomit, from the bitter urine, but knew that this would only lead to more
tears, and the repeated WHACK! “Thank you Master Donnie…” was more than enough
to bear!
But after the whipping was over…Hallelujah!
Donnie looked as if he was going to take his own pants down.
But Donnie was holding out a key
again. “Take this upstairs to the attic, and unlock Daddy and give him a nice
blowjob…he’s not cum in 180 days, but Ma told me I could give him a treat, if I
liked…so go give Daddy some relief…and then you can come back.”
Donnie quickly locked Stu back in
his own CAGE before giving Stu the key to Donald Sr’s crotch prison. Half an
hour later, Stuart returned, with humiliation on his face for having serviced
another slave. But he gave Donnie back his key, and Donnie re-locked Stu’s own
cuffs, and blessedly removed Stu’s CAGE once more.
And now would Donnie…. “Kneel,
Stuart!”
Yes! Donnie unzipped and dropped
his jeans… “Now, Master?” Stu couldn’t believe it. “Well, not yet. Suck my
balls a bit…and then you can…”
…And finally Stu’s mouth took hold of Donnie’s
long, pink cock, and began slurping greedily. This was so much more pleasant
than sucking the colonel’s old, wrinkled member.
“I may let you cum…” Donnie said
“Or I may not…” But Stu was barely listening now.
“We’ll negotiate the orgasm
honey…” Donnie’s voice came gently. “Just let’s see how your
wee-wee kissing skills are today…and then we’ll do some scrubbing of the
floors…Dad can help when I unlock him. Did I ever tell you about what a good
blowjob Dad gives me? You are probably still fucked up over sucking Dad…but he
can really suck a cock himself, that guy.” Stuart made a face around Donnie’s
cock, and the boy didn’t miss it.
Suddenly, Donnie grabbed Stu’s
ears and began slamming the cock down Stu’s throat again and again as Stu
choked desperately. “You don’t need a gag reflex…fag like you, Stuart…why can’t
you suck like my Daddy does?”
Stu was jealous but silent, as he
had the boy’s dick in his mouth, and he would for at least another hour…
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