Afternoon Castration

Placing Castration Bands with Elastrator

Castrated. Damn…hard to believe, but it happened, sure as shit it did, and I’ll never forget that slice of the knife as long as I live. Nope, that is imbedded in my brain like it was yesterday.

It all started over a girl, like a lot of things I suppose. My girl. The boy’s name was Dakota Jennings, and he went after my girl and she fell for the bastard and I don’t know why. But after she dumped me, I was mad as hell, and when you are mad and a horny teenager and missing the senor prom because some jerkwad has stolen your girl then sometimes you do what has to be done.

Now, I wasn’t stupid. I knew enough for example not to try to capture the bastard by myself, because he was one hell of a strong kid and I sure as hell knew enough to know that. He was a swimmer, with that perfect body of a developing adolescent and the real truth was that I envied him. He was a jock, plain and simple, while I was a lanky 130 pound 18 year old with a pencil dick. I had acne too; not too extreme I suppose but still there non-the-less, and I grew my hair long and it covered my ears. Dakota on the other hand had that clean cut short hair all American look that pissed me off, and which the girls seemed to craze. He had perfect blue eyes and a perfect orthodontic smile and a set of six-pac abs, and along with all that he had perfect grades, and I hated him.

He and I had shared a senior gym class, where the jock ruled and I was the laughing stock, and while I hated every minute he seemed to relish it. One thing I knew from that class was that he was hung too, at least in the balls department, and I had seen him in gym enough times to know the kid had a big set of bullocks. Huge would be a better description! God, when he pulled off his jock after sweating through class they literally swung between his legs, like two big plumbs ripe for the picking! I think it was the fact he was so proud of them, and also because of the way they seemed to emphasize his manliness, that I decided to take them. I knew enough to know that once he’d lost is balls his interest in Linda would dry up in a hurry, and from my way of thinking, she’d come back to me once I turned her new boyfriend into a eunuch.

I knew why she had taken a liking to him. Hell, all the girls liked him. And next to Dakota I looked like a boy. For one thing, I was rail thin, and I didn’t have much in the way of the muscle department. I tried to compensate by going over to the EMO look, with my jet black hair and deep brown eyes. I had a tongue piercing, and two earrings in one ear, and I was looking at tats and hoping to get one in the near future. I had been in trouble a few times with the law, did some drugs and got caught at it, and also had ripped off a few homes that only Linda knew about. So, I guess I was a kid going nowhere, while he on the other hand was heading for college and an oh-so-perfect future upper-class life.

It was all so unfair! And, it even went so far as sexual development. At 18 I had two little patches of black hair under each armpit, and another small little patch above my five inch dick, but other than that I was as smooth as a ten year old. My legs were for the most part devoid of hair as well, and there wasn’t even a thin line between my navel and my dick. My chest was totally smooth, and my flat stomach didn’t have a sign of muscle. Shit—to be a senior in high school with a little boy look was embarrassing as hell, and I was certainly humiliated by the way my body was turning out. It didn’t help my balls were small, at least they were next to most of the guys in gym class, and of course I got laughed at regularly. Dakota was a jock, a man in every since of the word, with a big cock and a massive set of nuts and that oh-so-perfect body all guys wish they had. Then, he took my girl, and after that at night I would jerk off my thin cock to the thought of castrating Dakota, and I’d shoot my watery load onto my chest to the fantasy of stealing his nuts. It slowly became an obsession, and I worked out the details, and I was living for the day when I would cut off his nuts and make him envy my balls, as unimpressive as they were.

My plan wasn’t very sophisticated, but from my perspective it didn’t have to be, and I put it in place shortly after the school year had ended. I knew Dakota worked at a burger joint after school, trying to earn money for college, and it didn’t take much to figure out when he worked and more importantly when he got off. I set it up for a Saturday afternoon, as his shift ended, and paid off three guys to get him tied down for me. I didn’t tell them I was gonna castrate the fuckwad, no, I didn’t tell them that. I just told them I wanted to teach him a lesson, to whip his ass with a belt, and I needed him tied down and helpless so I could do it to him. I knew the kids from a YMCA camp my parents had made me go to the previous summer, which had been attended by a few inner city kids that I had gotten to know. They thought it was funny as hell, and for $20 each they grabbed him after he left work and dragged his ass out to the edge of town, at a place we all just called “the pit.” It was next to a catfish pond, and there was a junkyard of sorts there, which included a number of worn out washers, dryers, and even a couple of old refrigerators. The place was abandoned, except on occasion a guy would take his girl there to park, or to smoke some weed. But for the most part nobody went there, and I knew on a Saturday afternoon it would almost certainly be unattended.

After they had kidnapped him, they drove back into town and gave me a call, and I left immediately and drove right out to the spot where they had left him planning to do the deed. When I arrived they had tied the nineteen year old jock over an oven that somebody had tossed in the dump, so his two ankles were tied to the front legs and he was bent over it, his arms tied to the oven door handle on the other side. He was already naked when I got there, his big bullocks, heated by the sun, hanging down towards his knees and swinging as he struggled. To me, they were just hanging there waiting, waiting for me and the knife. I had brought my Gerber just for the purpose, and it was razor sharp and I knew his balls would be no match for the steel. I wore a stocking cap I had, with holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth, and I knew that with it on he would not be able to identify me. As I walked up to him, and he tuned and saw me, initially he started to beg me to untie him. But then he took in the mask I was wearing, and at that point he was smart enough to know that letting him go wasn’t in the plan. I saw his eyes go really wide then and that’s when he went crazy and jerked against every rope that held him.

I looked at his pile of clothes, and decided to go through his pockets. For one thing, taking his cash I figured would perhaps make the authorities think a robbery had been the main intention, but as luck would have it there was less than twenty bucks in his billfold. There was a nice picture of Linda thought, and in his right side pocket of his jeans was a lubricated rubber, and on the package it said: “Ribbed for Her Pleasure.” Right then that’s when I got the idea to fuck him. I had never fucked a guy in my entire life, never wanted to for that matter, but as I saw him bent over and his legs spread, his hole seemed to wink at me. I hadn’t fucked anything but my five-fingered friend for more than two months, ever since my girlfriend had dumped me for the jock now tied before me, and suddenly his hole looked inviting in a way I can’t really describe. I know for certain my dick went rock hard, and I figured it wouldn’t take that long and I’d enjoy nutting him a lot more after I had fucked his hole and shot my wad as I emptied my balls.

I took out the rubber, and when he saw it in my hand he went crazy then, and was jerking and straining so hard every muscle in his perfect body was pulling against the ropes that were spreading him wide and forcing him to open his hole as if he was begging for it. He started screaming for help, and I knew right then it was well past time to shut him up.

I picked up one of his socks, which was in the pile next to his jeans, and stuffed it into his mouth, and then took some duck tape I had brought and finished the gag. While I didn’t mind him grunting, and I actually enjoyed listening to him, I just didn’t’ seem to think that letting him yell out was all that good of an idea, even though I knew that nobody was around that could hear him. Still, once he was gagged, I was a lot happier. After I had him so he couldn’t yell, that’s when I pulled down my own pants to my knees, and then rolled the ribbed condom over my rock hard dick that was jutting up at the sky. I didn’t really need the condom, but I didn’t think it was too wise to leave a load of sperm in his ass that some enterprising police office might trace to me. Anyway, as soon as I had rolled the rubber on my dick, I moved up against him and prepared to mount him like a whore.

He went even more ballistic, and started thrashing back and forth, and I could see his powerful thighs tense up as he struggled to pinch close his hole and to protect the entrance to his bowels. The condom was lubed, but even so I spit on my latex covered dick to add some more, and then I pushed my dick up against his hole, and then, as I felt the lips of his ass accommodate the head of my teenage dick, I pushed forward and leaned into him. With a slight bit of pressure, I went all the way in then, with a single thrust, until my erection was buried to the hilt and my small bag of nuts were up against his ass.

He tossed his head back and grunted in shame, and that’s when I smiled and started to fuck him. Each thrust slammed into his prostate, and that made him grunt, and the ribbed condom really stimulated his hole and I could tell he didn’t like it. I hadn’t said anything to him, nothing at all, and he had no idea who was fucking him, or even why. Still, I fucked him, and I savored every single second I was pounding his hole. He grunted and struggled and jerked and tried to twist, but no matter what he did it made no difference. I loved feeling his struggles, and that only made me increase my thrusting, and soon I was slamming my cock in and out of his ass, and I wanted to laugh as he took it like a woman. His hole was tight, very tight, and his body temperature warmed my pole almost exactly like a woman’s pussy. He was a hot fuck, yes he was, and I fucked him like he was my girlfriend, fast and deep, and soon my balls were churning and I knew I was going to shoot my wad.

I would have loved to fuck him for a long time, but I didn’t want to put off his castration any longer than necessary, and I wasn’t trying to make him feel good either. That said, I did slow down though, just before I shot, long enough to take out my Gerber so he could see what I was gonna use to nut him. I laid the open knife right on top of the oven he was tied over, so he could see it there. As he took in the knife, and the razor sharp blade, I started to thrust my cock deep into him again, slamming into him hard enough to rock the oven he was tied to. He was grunting again, right away, and so was I, and then as my balls started to churn again and I prepared to shoot my wad, I whispered into his ear, working hard to disguise my voice as I did so.

As he stared at my knife I said: “You feel my cock? I’m gonna fill you with my sperm, and then I’m gonna use the knife and castrate you. Get ready, cause you can kiss your big balls goodbye. Here comes my wad, right NOW!”

As I said those words I was probably less than a second from ejaculating, and that’s when the oven door came off.

I never saw it coming. One second I was fucking him and about to cum, and he was struggling and grunting as my cock slammed in and out of his hole, and the next he had literally jerked the old oven door completely off of its frame, tearing out the rusted hinges with the power of his desperation. I suppose that the combination of fear of being castrated, along with the humiliation of being fucked, just joined together to give him the strength necessary to tear that oven door off of those hinges.

What I know for certain was that he jerked that oven door straight up, over his head, and since his wrists were still tied to its handle it was almost like it was an extension of his arms. He tossed the big thing right over his head, and it came down and slammed right into the back of my head, hitting me so hard I almost passed out. I staggered, and fell back and as I did my cock popped out of him, and I landed on my ass on the ground. I had no idea what really had happened. I started to get up, and was up on one knee and about to stand when he swung his torso, slamming the entire oven door sideways this time, so that the big steel door struck me right across the left cheek. There was this blinding pain that shot through my jaw, and I hit the ground, hard, the entire sky spinning as I crumpled from the intensity of the blow.

I do not know exactly what happened next, not precisely anyway, but I remember everything was blurred. He managed to get to the knife that was still laying where I had laid it out, right in front of him, and soon he had cut himself free from the ropes that had tied him. I know I saw him doing that, from a somewhat dazed point of view, and I know that I rolled over on my stomach and tried to crawl away from him. I was bleeding out of my mouth, and I noticed when I spit that a couple of teeth had been knocked out of me. The left side of my face was numb, and it was pretty clear that the oven door had done a number on my face. I was desperate to get away, but he picked up that oven door one more time then and slammed it into me, hitting me with it flat on my back right about where my shoulders were. I crumpled like a rag doll then. Still, I never passed out, but I sure as hell was stunned, and as far as being able to fight him that was never in the cards. From the first hit of the oven door, I was at his mercy.

He jumped on my back then, and pulled my two wrists back, behind me, and then he tied them together, so damn tight I thought he was gonna cut the circulation off. Then, after he had done that, he rolled me over, so I was on my back and looking right up at the sky. My jeans and underpants were still at my knees, where I had pulled them down to fuck him, and my cock was still covered with his condom, although my erection had for the most part disappeared at that point. He sat right on top of me, on my thighs, straddling me, and that’s when he ripped off his gag and spit out the socks I had forced in his mouth. Then, he reached down and pulled my hooded stocking cap off of my face.

As he took in who I was he said “FUCK! FUCK ME! YOU! OH FUCK MAN, YOU ARE DEAD MEAT! DEAD! YOU HERE ME! YOU ARE A FUCKING DEAD MAN TANNER! YOU FUCKED ME! YOU FUCKED ME! GOD DAMN! YOU WERE GONNA CASTRATE ME TOO!!! OH MAN…TANNER, FUCK. FUCK YOU! WELL TANNER—ILL TELL YOU ONE THING. YOUR FUCKING BALLS ARE HISTORY! HISTORY!”

I tried to beg him, to tell him I was sorry, but my mouth wasn’t working and as it turned out later my jaw had been broken. I could taste the blood in my mouth, and as I stared at him and he looked at me he suddenly jerked my pants down, and off, and then he pulled my legs apart and lifted me up, by my thighs, so that he was under me, he on his knees and my legs straddling him. I looked down and saw his cock then, and it was up and eager and juttig. A few seconds later I felt it, as he pulled me down onto it. I tried to beg, and tired to move, but the reality was there wasn’t much I could do and I was still in so much shock from getting hit with that oven door that I was definitely not at my best form. The next thing I knew his dick was in me. I had never seen him with a boner before, and his cock was big, really big, and I did not think it was possible to slide his massive erection it into me. But I was wrong. But when he shoved his fat cock into my hole it literally brought tears to my eyes and I felt like it was splitting open my hole. Fuck it hurt! No! Suddenly, the roles had been reversed, and the fuckee was now the fucker, and I was the whore! NO!

There was nothing I could do at that point, nothing at all, but grunt and stare into his eyes as he fucked me. We faced each other, and I felt him impaling me, ramming his huge cock in and out of my ultra tight virgin hole with a vengeance. He used no lube at all, and it hurt like hell, but even so after a while I felt this strange feeling, the way his cock was ramming into my prostate, and my dick went rock hard and was soon jutting, even as he slammed his own cock in and out of my hole. When I got hard he reached down to my dick and pulled off the rubber, so my cock was jutting up at the sky, the big purple end of it round and full, the single eye dripping with precum. My hands were tied tight beneath me, and all I could do was stare at him and my stiff cock as he fucked me like a girl. At some point as hard as it is to believe my nuts started to churn, and I don’t know why, and then a few minutes later I started to shoot my cream and it all came out in white ropes of sperm, squirting in lines up my stomach and onto my flat chest. The first shot of my sperm hit my chin. I came and came and came, and in hindsight it was probably the biggest load of my life. All total, I think I shot about 5 lines of cream, emptying my balls as his cock forced it from me. At some point while I was cumming he too ejaculated, his entire wad of hot seed jetting into my hole, splashing up against my prostate and filling me with his load of seed. I could feel his hot load shooting into me, and it was my worst nightmare, and as I lived through the feeling it was so humiliating it cannot be described.

It was then, after he had cum, and my own wad was splashed on my stomach, that he reached up with my knife in his right hand, and grabbed my balls with his left. He was still rock hard, still imbedded in my hole, and he had a grin on his face then like a schoolboy. I managed to get out a “NO!” as he laid the steel blade up against my own small scrotum, and then for a second he hesitated, and time seemed to stand still. Then, he laughed, and I tried to beg him, but I couldn’t really talk and it didn’t matter anyway. He jerked outward with his left hand, pulling my nuts out from my body and stretching them. At the same time he started to move his right wrist then, moving my knife back and forth, and as he did this tremendous pain shot through my groin and after that for the next few seconds I just lived through my own castration. He sawed my balls off with my own knife, and as it was being done I felt so weak, so humiliated, so ‘bested’ and so beaten it cannot be described. He unmanned me, literally, and it was clear when I had been done and it was over that I was nothing compared to him. The truth at that point was that he owned my girl, and my balls.

As soon as he had nutted me, he laughed, and then he started to thrust his cock in and out of my hole all over again, fucking me with a renewed intensity, almost as if the act of castrating me had reinvigorated him. He was rock hard, and his big rod impaled me, and I cold feel the head of his cock sliding in and out of my hole, each thrust deep and made with a vengeance. He was into it, really enjoying fucking me, and I could see the way he looked at me that he owned me. What was even more surprising I think was that he ejaculated all over again in less that a couple of minutes. The message was clear. He was a real man, a stud, and I was a nothing. Almost to emphasize that point, my own cock shriveled to a worm as he fucked me, and by the time he shot his wad and squirted his seed into me my own pole was small and unimpressive. Limp and nut-less, I felt his DNA shooting into me one more time, and at that point I was beaten and there was nothing left to fight for. As soon as he had squirted his second load of cream and deposited it deep within my ass, he picked up my severed balls and held them right up to my face, making sure I could see what I no longer owned.

That’s when he said: “Pretty small set of balls if you asked me. Well, too bad for you Tanner. You don’t deserve them. I know it. Linda knows it. And so do you.“

Then, with a toss, he threw them over the bank, so that they landed in the catfish pond. I heard them splash, and there was no doubt that my nuts were fish food at that point. That’s when he leaned down to me, his big cock still buried inside of me, and then he said: “You kidnapped me, tied me up, fucked me, and tried to castrate me. Just remember, the police can’t give you your balls back, no matter what. But if you tell the police who did this to you, everyone’s gonna know everything. I swear. Including what Linda has told me about your antics, and those houses you broke into earlier in the summer. So, I suggest you just live with it. You know what you did, and unfortunately for you, it didn’t quite go the way you had planned. Now, you better deal with it—you only have yourself to blame for getting yourself castrated.”

Then he pulled his still hard cock out with a slurping sound, and laughed. He slid on his underpants, and stuffed his big rod inside, and then pulled on his jeans after that. After he put on his shirt he rolled me over and cut the ropes off of my wrists, and then he slid his middle finger up my hole one last time. As he did he said: “Your hole was tight. Almost as tight as a virgin pussy. And one more thing. If you get horny and need a fuck, bring your hole over anytime and I’ll fuck it raw. You’re nothing but a bitch now, so get used to it.”

I wanted to cry. He pulled his finger out with a pop, and then he pocketed my Gerber, as a souvenir I suppose, and then he left me. A few minutes later I heard my truck start up, and after that he was gone. I was in pretty bad shape, but got to the highway and eventually a guy stopped and picked me up and I caught a ride home, and then from there I went to the hospital. My truck was already there, almost as if he knew I’d be going there. Still, for some reason, I didn’t feel like driving it for a while anyway.

Of the things he had said, he was right of course, and so I had to stick to the story that I had no idea who had nutted me. The doctors fixed my jaw, but they couldn’t do much to fix my missing scrotum, and while they could stitch up the cut they didn’t have a magic set of nuts to replace what I had lost. I thought about my options, and in the end I didn’t tell them I had been raped, or what had happened, or what I knew. Consequently, they never took any DNA swaps from my ass, and since I didn’t tell them all that much they didn’t look very hard for who had attacked me. They knew I knew more than I was telling them, but with my prior record and EMO look, I don’t think they really cared.

CHASTITY GAME

Slave Wearing Chastity Belt

There were a number of small gifts from my boyfriend, but when I opened the athletic cup, I was a little confused. It seemed like an odd gift. He had smiled, and said it was for a “chastity game” he wanted to play with me.

That had been last Christmas, and I soon found out what he had meant. Occasionally, throughout the year, he would ask me to put on the cup, and the chastity rules would start. The rules were simple, I had to wear the athletic cup continuously until he gave me permission to stop. I could pull it down piss, and when I was taking a shower, but I was under no circumstances allowed to touch myself during those times, and I wasn’t allowed to remove the cup until he gave me permission.

It was fun, it made me horny, and I enjoyed it immensely, both when he finally would get me off, and also when he would ask me again to wear the cup. Part of the excitement was not knowing when I would be “allowed” to get off again. One time, in the summer, I almost went crazy…he made me wear the cup for just about 4 weeks. Fortunately he let me go buy another cup so I could swap it out for cleaning.

On Thanksgiving, he handed me my jock and cup, and told me that for Christmas he had something very special planned. I smiled, pulled down my pants right then and there, and put on the cup. That would be a record. At the time it made me excited, but toward the end I was so horny I could hardly stand it. I was definitely waiting anxiously for Christmas.

Christmas Eve finally arrived and I was practically shaking with excitement. I figured for sure he would get me off that evening, because the next day we were leaving to go visit his family for the week between Christmas and New Years day.

Sure enough, I was excited to finally open my first gift to find leather wrist and ankle restraints. So kinky! He told me to go lock them to the metal bed posts and I eagerly did so, practically running up the stairs to our bedroom. The restraints were beautiful, thick padded leather with heavy attached chains and locking posts. I had never done any bondage before, but I knew I would enjoy it…or perhaps I was so horny I figured anything that he did I would probably enjoyed.

After I had secured the restraints to the bed he told me to strip out of everything but the jock, and then he asked me to lay down. He attached each the restraints to my wrists and ankles and then re-adjusted the chain so I was tightly spread out. I was wearing only the cup, and I was so hard and horny that my cock was causing it to lift several inches in the air.

He smiled and climbed on the bed beside me and pulled out a pair of scissors. “The cup was fun, but I think it’s time has come.” He said. Using the scissors he snipped the sides of the jock and lifted it off of me. My cock stood at full attention.

He then began stroking me slowly, it was glorious. He slowed down, or stopped, every time I came close. He seemed to be able to sense when I was going to cum. After a while I was writhing in ecstasy begging him to let me get off. He just chuckled and sat there smiling at me.

“Now, I got your real present downstairs. Let me go fetch it for you.” He said. He got up from the bed and left me there.

I lay there panting, the restraints were secured such that I couldn’t move much…my body was pretty taut. I waited anxiously … he seemed to be taking quite a long time. I realized that my muscles had actually become a little sore from being pulled so tightly for so long. Finally I heard him come back up the stairs and he entered the room.

“I’m having fun,” I said, “but these restraints are pulling a bit tight.”

“Oh I’ll get them off of you very soon.” He replied.

He then tossed something onto my cock and balls and I howled. It was a large bag of frozen bag of peas. “What the hell!” I screamed, trying to wiggle away. He reached down and held the bag on my cock as I unsuccessfully tried to squirm away.

“Shhh…just relax. I need you to cool down a bit.”

“Damn, that’s cold…stop that shit.” I said. He removed the bag of pees. Despite how horny I had been ten minutes before, I was pretty much completely out of the mood now.

“I needed you to be small, so I could put this on.” He reached down and picked up a box, and pulled something large and shiny out of it.

“What is that?” I asked. The position I was in made it difficult to see.

“It’s your new chastity ‘cup’.” He said. He was opening some sort of hinge and sliding something cold up under my legs. “I measured you six months ago while you were sleeping, and ordered it special…custom made all the way from a Germany.”

I got a brief glimpse inside of it. I could see grey rubber on the inside. I watched him push my cock into a tube, and it along with my balls disappeared as he pulled the shiny metal part up and over. It felt nice on my cock, soft and comfortable. I was warming up and could feel my cock start to expand again.

I felt pressure all over and felt a snap as he attached the back part to the front.

“There you go. All locked and ready to go.” He said. He reached up and started releasing my arms from the restraints.

As soon as my right arm was free, I reached down to feel it. It was a smooth and hard metal, sort of like a pair of speedos, but with a slight cup bulge in the front. I realized I was getting more and more turned on. As I did, I could feel my hard on pushing down and backwards. It was frustrating.

He released my other arm and I sat up as he undid my ankles. The sides snapped together and I could see small holes where I supposed a key would be inserted.

“Where are the keys?” I asked.

My boyfriend chuckled. “I have them in a safe place.” He said.

I was now completely released from the bed. I got up, stretched, and looked at myself in the full length mirror. It was really hot looking.

“It has an opening around your ass so you can do your business.” He said, reaching down and lightly fingering my anus. “Inside everything is secured inside a rubber chamber. When you piss, it will drain out of the hole right here.” He led my hand down between my legs where I could feel a small port near the opening for my ass.

“Finally, you can squirt soapy water when it comes time to clean yourself.” He showed me a tiny hole at the top near the waist.

“Now you don’t have to worry about any ‘chastity rules’. This will enforce the rules for you.”

I grinned. This was going to be a lot more fun than the athletic cup! “It’s awesome…thanks! But hell, I’m so horny…I haven’t gotten off since Thanksgiving.”

He smiled, “I know. I wanted you extra horny to test it.”

I looked at him, confused. “What do you mean…test it?”

He tapped it lightly, then hugged me. “I know how horny you are, and I want to see how secure this device is. The hornier you are, the more likely you will try to circumvent its security measures. I want you to tell me if you manage to get off while wearing it over the next few months.”

I pulled back in surprise. “Next few months?!?!” I exclaimed.

He pulled me back in and hugged me tight again. “You heard me.” He said.

Something about this awakened something deep inside of me. I don’t think I had ever been hornier before in my life. I was hard…as hard as I could get inside this rubbery metal prison. I was overcome…I started kissing him. Deeply. Kissing him like I had never kissed him before.

“Good boy.” He said, “good boy…”

 

You wished for this

Chris grinned with cruel humor as he stroked my erect penis. His hand combined with the baby oil was giving my body all the welcoming and arousing sensations, sending pulse after pulse of hormone charged blood through my muscles. I lay spread eagle tied to our bed watching and hoping that my Boyfriend will allow me that feeling of release, but I know his evil side and I know the commitment I made with him. Just as my stomach tensed and my cock strained his hand pulled away for a second time leaving me panting and twitching minus the ejaculation that was sure to follow any second. To say my body was now on edge would be lying, it was definitely over the edge, it is screaming to have the balance restored with just a few more strokes of my cock.

It had been three weeks since I gave control of my cock over to Chris and the first time since then it had been outside of the CB6000. We had played with chastity allot over the time we’d been together and now I decided that I was going to take my commitment to him to a new level. Being locked in chastity has always given me an overwhelming feeling, a charge of hormones always courses through my body at the thought of wearing them and my sexual appetite always sky rockets when locked up. That feeling of horniness and the quivers it radiates throughout me has always been the best part of sex for me, ejaculation at the end is great, but the build-up is the true ride. Chastity also brings that loss of control, the sense of denial, the excitement of guessing if you’ll be allowed to cum. Even if I’m denied an orgasm the knowing that I’m to remain locked just makes me hornier. So my commitment to Chris was simple, after months of being locked for a few days here and a few days there, I wanted to remain locked, I wanted to give Chris the control over my horniness. I wanted to see how far he could take me and far I could go. Would I become a mess of unreleased sexual tension or would I become more and more submissive, accustomed to being chaste. The thought of being locked 24/7 was a fantasy that drove me wild, but in reality could it work for me.

Chris moved up the bed, he straddled my body kneeling over me. He sat his cute tight but right on top my hips whilst carefully placing my penis upward alongside his back. Right in where his bum crack begins. If only a little lower, if only he was going to begin to ride my erect penis.

“I know what you’re hoping for, But it’s not going happening” Chris’s smile turned to a serious gaze. “You gave up the right to ask for an orgasm, and believe me it’s gonna be allot longer than 3 weeks until I think about giving you one.” He was dead right but I was glad at what I was hearing. As much as I wanted to cum right now, knowing that my Cb was going right back on was turning me on so much more. Chris then leant forward over me, he planted his tongue firmly in my mouth and at the same time I felt my cock move lower into his arse crack . I could feel his balls rubbing up against the base of my penis, his erect cock drove itself up my stomach, I needed to scream but his tongue prevented all but a long moan. I was becoming so charged with hormones that I thought my dick was about to burst out of it skin, and then in a heartbeat Chris pulled back and sat up. “I can feel that cock of yours is getting a bit excited, it’s definitely time to be put away before I lose control of you.” Chris then exploited my weakness. I hated being tickled and he got to work immediately. It was a sure way to turn me off and the only way he was gonna get my cock soft enough to be locked back up again. It drove me mad and tensed every muscle in my body, I always laughed but it was a pained reaction to something that I didn’t enjoy at all and in no time my penis was soft again.

Chris replaced the ring under my balls and locked together the locking pins to fix the ring in place. Of course this alone made me horny and erect again which only instigated another round of intense tickling. Soft once again Chris swiftly slid the shaft of the Cb over my cock and fixed it to the pins, then the lock, sliding it into the hole of the locking pin, he left it poised millimetres from its locked position. My Cock swelled and engorged the cage, it was confined once more and the feeling brought over me another surge of hormones and excitement. I had just be freed and teased with to the brink of orgasm, I was still falling over that edge of imbalance. My cock pushed against the cage in a desperate attempt, one push after the other like it was pounding against a closed door. Chris reached up to my right arm and undid the lock holding my wrist. He guided my hand to my cock and rested my fingers onto the lock of my Cb.

“Seeing how you’re the one that made this commitment to me, to give me your cock, you’ll be the one each time that closes the lock. If and when I decide to play with your dick, if you’ve cum or been denied, you’ll re-lock your dick. No if’s or buts, No begging and no refusal!!”

Chris’s look was stern. He meant what he was saying and I knew if I messed about I was sure to pay in some way. My cock surged stronger, I felt like I was actually about to cum but nothing was going to spurt from my cock. It just strained and strained, physically unstimulated but packed with energy.  I gripped the lock with my fingers and pushed. The steel pin moved into the brass lock and ‘click’, my dick was locked away again. I wasn’t however disappointed at all, I was exactly where I had hoped to be, Hornier than hell and under my boyfriend’s control. With my dick now locked it was as if my focus changed, it shifted straight to Chris, how can I please him. I needed to channel all my energy onto his dick, I wasn’t going to get any release but Chris was. My free hand moved away from my cock and towards Chris’s erect dick and I began to stroke it much to my boyfriend’s delight.

Chris once again moved over and straddled my body, once again sitting over my hips but this time it was my caged cock that nestled in between his arse crack. I continued to stroke his cock with my free hand as his right hand came down and grasped his own balls tightly. His left hand slid around his back where he clasped the end of my Cb, pressing his finger into the piss slit to rub the tip of my penis. We both began to moan in sync as I felt the tension build in Chris’s body. His eyes clenched and his upper teeth eloquently peered out from his mouth to bite down onto his bottom lip.  We continued like this for some time as i knew exactly how to hold Chris on edge, plus I was enjoying this almost as much as when my penis was unlocked a few moments before.

“You love pleasuring me don’t you! You love it more having your cock locked up, knowing I won’t let you cum.” Chris was dead right again, I whimpered yes in response. “This last 3 weeks have been amazing, having you locked in this way, you’ve been so horny I love it!” another whimper came from my mouth, yes sir. “You won’t be cumming at all anytime soon I hope you know. And only if you don’t complain about it will I edge you like I just did.” Another surge of energy rushed through me, I wasn’t totally expecting to unleash Chris’s dominant side like this but it was exactly what I wished for.

Without another word Chris grabbed my hand from his cock and placed it off to his side. He leant forward toward my left arm and unlocked my wrist from its restraint. With both my arms free Chris shuffled upwards placing his body over my chest, knowing what was coming now I reached around grabbing his arse with both my hands. I pulled his arse toward my face as he grabbed the back of my head forcing his cock into my mouth, I relaxed my grip on his arse and moved my hands down onto his thighs as he began to push and pull my head into his groin. He thrust his hips at the same time as I took his cock in my mouth, that pre cum taste testing my gag reflex just that little bit. I closed my eyes as I could feel Chris clearly enjoying making me feel like the little bitch. At this point I didn’t think i was going to get any hornier, already energized to the max and now truly feeling helpless in chastity I braced to receive what was surely going to be a huge load out of Chris. He wasn’t however done with me yet. He stopped being as forceful and slowed down, easing his cock into my mouth as opposed to thrusting forcefully. I soon felt him pull out and I opened my eyes, my mouth still wide open, he began to shuffle backwards off my chest toward my legs. He shuffled over my hips and knelt between my still restrained legs.

“I didn’t want to cum in your mouth Boy as I haven’t finished using you yet!” he said this as he grabbed the ring of my Cb. “I absolutely love seeing you so helpless and so turned on, I just want you to know that. I wasn’t sure about this to start with as I love pleasuring you allot to, but, I can see this is by far pleasing you more. That cock straining inside its Cb doesn’t lie.” I didn’t know what I could say, the rush of hormones were starting to make me delirious. ‘yes sir its true sir’ was all I could manage. That grin of cruel humor returned to Chris’s face as he shuffled off the end of the bed and undid the restraints on my legs. “Now roll over onto your stomach bitch.”

I did as I was told realizing the grand finale that was to cum. I lay back down, positioned my now uncomfortably erect caged cock away from my stomach and as rearward toward my arse as was comfortable. In no time my legs and arms were once again secure in a spread eagle position, my bum exposed. I felt Chris straddle my back this time and soon thereafter a blind fold forced over my face followed by a ball gag shoved into my mouth to complete the feeling of helplessness. I let out a slight whimper before I even registered that I had done so. It was quickly followed by a slap to my arse, “Save those whimpers boy for when you really need ‘em”. I felt Chris hop off me at that point and then soon I felt nothing at all, heard nothing and obviously saw nothing. A good few minutes passed without any movement in the room, not Chris climbing over me and nothing touching my arse. The anticipation was building inside me I was wanting to have Chris fuck me, if nothing else to feel his cock on my prostate, to have some of this cum oozed out of me in some way. I let out a moan, a beg for attention. It felt like 10min had passed by now and yet my erection was by far nowhere being quelled.

“You relax” was the response I received. “You’ll get attention when I choose from now on. I will fuck you when I want to and not when you want it.” I was helpless, unable to respond to a statement that I had led myself into. I was aroused again beyond belief. Chris had totally taken on this dominant persona and he was clearly enjoying the role. I wasn’t sure when I made the agreement how I was going to feel if this persona came out, if I would be scared by it or welcoming. I was welcoming it big time. Chris was taking control of every aspect of my sex drive, making sure that I firmly knew where I stood and what I had asked for. I knew now I wasn’t going to get out of this easily and I could tell Chris was going to make me earn any relief I was going to get from now on.

The noise of myself breathing and the occasional clink of my restraints was the only thing I heard close by for quite some time. I could hear Chris moving about in the house every now and then, occasionally I thought I’d heard him come to the door of the room but I could not be sure. I wondered how it was that he wasn’t gaging to cum himself, surely he was ready to come and finish himself off, but I did know Chris. I remember his evil side and it’s in full swing, I released it, and god why is it still turning me on so much.

Finally I hear a footstep and the bed moves, I feel Chris’s knees up against the inside of my thighs as he positions himself kneeling over my bum. “I bet you can’t wait to have my cock slide into your arse. Do you want me to fuck you?” I manage a muffled uhha. “You asked to be my boy, you said here’s my cock you can lock it away. You said your cock was mine and it was up to me to decide when you were allowed to cum.” My cock was starting to hurt now, pressed against the bed and confined it its cage I was starting to wish Chris would stop talking, how much hornier can a boy get. “Your my boy now, your cocks mine and your arse is mine!”  I felt Chris lean over me toward the side dresser. I heard it open and close. My arse then felt that familiar cold sensation of the lube being drizzled into it. My cock strained some more, I was gagging to be fucked but the next sensation I felt concerned me. I didn’t feel Chris’s warm body lay down onto my back or his thick warm cock touch the rim of my anus, instead a cold hard object began penetrating me. I could feel it thicken and stretch my anus as it was forced in slowly. Chris was inserting a butt plug into me. He wasn’t going to fuck me, instead just tease me. The base of the plug forced its way inside me as I held my breath attempting not to tense as my arse stretched to accommodate its width. This was one of my favourite plugs, large and filling, you always knew you had it inside you but it wasn’t big enough to make you feel to uncomfortable. Once it was in though it certainly wasn’t going anywhere either.  It slid into place as my anus closed around it and it wasn’t gonna come out again without some help.

“There you go. I would say every bit of you is chastised now. No mouth to blow, no butt to fuck and no dick to touch.” I was fucked, but more in the literal sense as I wasn’t getting any relief now. I loved this plug because it always sat just next to my prostate, always making me hornier, which is exactly what it was doing. But it never really massaged the prostate either, just stopped anything else from touching it, just made me horny.

I let out a slight whimper again moving my hips up and down on the bed in an attempt to make the plug feel like it could stimulate me. It did nothing but confirm that it was solidly inside me. “I told you you’d need those whimpers bitch. I hope to be forcing many more out of that mouth of yours.” Chris now lay down on top me, his warm body pinning my hips to the bed. I could feel his cock pressing up against the top of my arse, pressing onto the plug and forcing it further into me. I felt his chin caress the side of my neck and his arms push into my ribs on both sides. I whimpered again.

Chris sat up once more back to where he had been, kneeling between my spread legs. I felt his hand grab the end of my Cb and once more his finger entered the piss slit and begin to rub the tip of my caged cock. I felt the bed begin to rock steadily and the sound of lube being squelched between fingers. Chris’s body moved up and down on his knees as he began to bring himself to climax with his other hand, his legs and feet pushing into mine. All I could do was lie there as nothing more than an object restrained on the bed. I felt as horny as I could ever be, overwhelmed and almost sick to the stomach by a primitive need to expel my semen. Yet I was removed from the sexual act that was taking place on top of me. I wasn’t able to take part, I was no longer a sexual partner at this point in time, just a chastised object belonging to Chris and his sexual desire. I was amazed this was happening, that I had been taken here by my boyfriend and that I was being used in this way. Now what’s next. What happens when you open Pandora’s box.

In only a few minutes I felt Chris’s warm semen spray all over my back and arse. A long moan from him signaled a release of monumental energy that he had clearly been building up over the last few hours. The same energy that was locked inside of me with nowhere to go. Chris eventually stood up off the bed, “Oh my Boy, that was amazing. You look so fucking hot right now. See what your missing out on from now on.” That was true and now really hit home as to what I had committed myself to, but at the same time it excited me more than I thought it really would. Although ready to crawl the walls with sexual energy and frustration, the feeling was amazing.

Chris left the room leaving me tied, blindfolded and completely chastised on the bed. My body was beginning to ache now from the restraints but I felt relaxed, exhausted yet comfortable in being left alone to ponder in my mind the change the relationship had just taken. Up until this point I hadn’t thought Chris was going to take my request for chastity as seriously. I thought he’d give in and let me cum often at least, but now I knew I was definitely chastised, definitely under my boyfriend’s control and fuck, what a feeling.  Chris soon returned to undo my restraints, gag and blindfold for which I was grateful. There was a slim chance he’d leave me like that a lot longer.

“So was that everything you were hoping for?” Chris smirked as he sat on the bed beside me.

“Yeah it was. You have no idea how horny this, it feels amazing.” I sat up next to Chris still fully erect in my CB6000 and still plugged. “I wasn’t sure you were actually as into this as much.”

“I wanted to string you along for a little bit. I thought you’d be begging after a week to be let out. So after 3 weeks I assumed you were ready to learn the truth.”

“What, that you love having me locked up.” I responded cheekily.

“Well yes, and I’ve wanted it that way for a long time.” I felt a little shocked but excited by Chris’s statement. “You still think that I’m going let you cum every now and then. Like I said, you won’t be. Your my Boi now, I’m still your Boyfriend but I own your cock and arse. You will get used to that plug to because it will be in you whenever I want to use you to get my rocks off. Is that clear?”

What the fuck have I got myself into here. Why the fuck is my dick still so erect at hearing this. Oh wait, its exactly what I wanted. But I wasn’t expecting it to happen so quick. “Yes Sir.”

“Your dick never lies, Boi.” Chris grabbed my hand and led me into our bathroom. He opened the shower screen door and began to run a shower for the both of us. We had a massive shower cubicle in this house of ours and it was a godsend on mornings when we both had to leave the house at the same time to be able to shower together. Chris entered first before me gesturing me to follow him. We took turns in lathering soap over each other and the warm water began to distract me from my chastity and the plug still firmly rooted in my arse. We kissed and laughed at the situation I had put myself in and Chris told me once more how he thought I’d loved to cum too much to be in this state. But as he finished saying that remark and as a smile brushed along my face, he looked at me sternly. “Well you have no choice now. Your opportunity to change this is over!” And with that he placed his hands on top of my head and forced me onto my knees. His penis thrusts its self toward me and without a chance to object it was forced down my throat.

Once more I was reduced to Chris’s sexual object, and still I loved what was happening. My never ending erection again thumped away inside its cage. My anus clenched at the plug hoping for some kind of stimulus. This was how it was going to be from now on. He knew that when I was like this I was vulnerable, horny and willing to do what he desired and he was going to make me pay for asking to be this way. It was now a matter of how long I could last being his chaste Boi. Would I continue to beg for more and more, or how long before I would crumble.

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The Auction

Winston Horton II started out that day like he did any other. Out of bed by five, twenty minutes on the Stair Master, shit shower and shave followed by the donning of his power suit, then two cups of coffee and one slice of dry wheat toast, and then an hour on the Internet before driving to his office.

His Internet ritual never varied; Email first, followed by the weather then the latest market listings, news, sports, and finally an online auction site that he monitored daily in search of rare and unique collectibles. He always clicked first on the newly listed items, and on that particular morning nearly shit his pants.

The picture that opened was that of a naked youngish man bent forward at the waist to allow an unobstructed rear view of his scrotum. The young man, or boy, or whatever he was had a small ruler wedged between his smoothly shaved thighs to give a reference to the size of his testicles. Beside it was a front view of the same young man. His legs were again spread and a hand was shown holding his cock up against a neatly trimmed pubic bush. The obvious heat in the room made the young man’s testicles hang luxuriously low and a single drop of perspiration hung like a pearl from a hair on the bottom of his scrotum. There were about a dozen other thumbnails that could be opened to full size pictures, but Winnie, as his few friends called him, ignored them to read the merchandise description.

“This auction is for two healthy disease free testicles that are currently on a nineteen year old adult white Caucasian. The winning bidder will have the privilege of removing or destroying them in whatever manner he chooses, with the stipulation that the removal must take place no farther than fifteen minutes drive from a medical facility. The auction price also includes ten days unrestricted use of the subject’s body, provided of course, that no other permanent injuries or scarring occurs. The minimum bid on this package is five hundred thousand dollars and the auction will run for one week only. Don’t miss this opportunity to expand your collection or to experience life’s ultimate power trip.”

Winnie opened a few more of the thumbnails and re-read the offering, and finally shed his Brooks Brothers coat and responded to the stirrings in his crotch. He unhooked his hand tooled leather belt, carefully lowered his sharply creased trousers and pushed his chair back to allow free access to his cock. He stroked slowly at first, taking the time to open another of the thumbnail pictures, them more rapidly as he began to ponder the possibilities, until he finally pumping with a speed and intensity that he’d last done as a teenager. His orgasm was like an explosion of white lava from a volcano, and having no towel or napkin in which to contain it, he abruptly stood up and turned to cast his pent up seed on the Persian carpet. He sagged back into his chair, breathing heavily, and was immediately disgusted by his adolescent act and also slightly pissed off that he was now running late.

He thought about the auction all during the drive to his office and he nearly ass ended the car in front of his before catching himself daydreaming. He could certainly afford to bid in the auction. He’d inherited several million dollars and had doubled that many times more developing and selling real estate. He had spent millions on his rather eclectic art collection and had no regrets in doing so. His wife had died many years ago and his only son had walked out of his life a year ago, right after graduating from High School.

He felt the acid boil in his stomach as he thought about that day. His son had been waiting for him, and as soon as Winnie came in the door Junior introduced him to a huge twenty-two year old black kid and announced that he and Ted were as of now life partners. Winnie’s idea of a good time didn’t include getting fucked in the ass or sucking dick, but he was tolerant of and respected other people’s peculiarities. He’d known for a long time that his son was different, but he’d assumed that the boy had enough sense to stay in the closet, get married, and produce an heir.

Winnie could have accepted a temporary liaison with a classmate but the kid went apeshit and fell in love with and older man, a nigger to boot. The memory of his delicate, fine boned son standing on his tiptoes to passionately kiss the nigger on the lips was still fresh in his mind, and the mere thought of what was probably a massive black cock pumping in and out of the smooth white ass that Winnie had at one time wiped, powdered, and diapered made him physically ill.

Junior also used that opportunity to drop another bombshell; he had no intention of going to any college, let alone the Ivy League school that Winnie had been grooming him for. Instead he and Teddy were moving to the South to ‘immerse themselves in the culture of the noble Afro-Americans by living in their traditional life style,’ whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Winnie had no intention of leaving his only child completely out in the cold, and he’d prepared a generous stock portfolio that he intended to present to his son for a twenty-first birthday present. He felt certain that by then the boy would be tired of living in squalor and would come to his senses and ditch his nigger boyfriend in favor of a better life.

Winnie thought about the auction for a while before deciding that he’d have his lawyers do some research. He knew some people that had gotten stung by on-line auctions but nobody had ever gotten the best of Winston Horton, II on a  deal.

Several time zones to the East, Winston Horton, III and Teddy were awakened by the strident chirp of their alarm clock. Although it was late in the morning local time, it was their usual time to rise and shine. They smiled at each other, then rolled out of bed and strode naked to the toilet where they spent the next half minute first chasing a spider around the bowl with their  streams, then playfully mingling the streams to form a single splash as they emptied their bladders in what had now became a morning ritual. They finished and then washed and carefully dried their cocks off before returning to bed.

“So, Hortie, you think your old man saw it?” Ted said, spreading his legs slightly.

“Oh yeah, he saw it all right,” Hortie replied, licking the inside of Teddy’s recently shaved thighs and lifting the long black cock out of the way to gain full access to his plump balls. “He probably jacked off as soon as he saw it and blew his wad all over his keyboard.” He paused long enough to retract his partner’s foreskin and run his tongue around the end of the rapidly inflating cock. “I spent eighteen years listening to him talk about ‘getting people by their balls’ and ‘cutting them off at the pockets’, and just looking at that collection of what he calls art almost makes me sick. There’s no way he could ever miss out on something like buying a guy’s balls.”

“You sure he’ll do it?” Teddy was still a little doubtful.

“He’s probably got his lawyers checking it out right now,” Hortie rubbed a generous dab of lubricant along Teddy’s shaft. “ He’ll make sure it’s legal, then he’ll want some more pictures and details,” Hortie said, rising to his knees and bending forward to place his forearms on the bed. “It’s the way he always does business.”

“I sure hope so, Hortie. I sure hope so,” Teddy replied, dragging his cock down the slender white boy’s back and into the crack of the smooth, hairless ass. “I’d sure hate to have him slip the meat to us, you know?”

Winnie’s lawyers got back to him late that day, giving him their opinion that the purchase would probably be legal provided he verified the donor’s age and got a written permission slip authorizing him to perform the . Winnie wasted no time in sending off an email to the auction site requesting more information and also more pictures, preferable of the young man’s face.

“So Hortie, what’s next?” Teddy asked, coming up for air. Hortie was on his back, knees bent and feet in the air. Teddy was crouched in front of him and had been alternating between licking Hortie’s cock, balls, and asshole, sticking his supple tongue as far into the orifice as humanly possible.

“I won’t send him a picture of my face but we’ll watch the bidding and wait.” Hortie answered, now breathing hard. Teddy had been holding him right on the edge or orgasm for over an hour, and when he came it was going to be one of the best ones ever. He’d been with girls and a couple of other guys, but Teddy could excite him in ways that he’d never dreamed were possible.

“What if, you know, someone else wins?” Hortie asked.

“Won’t happen, lover,” Hortie answered, “Once he figures out it’s me, there’s no way he’d let anyone take his only son’s balls.”

“He was mad enough to nut both of us last year.” Teddy commented before sucking both of Hortie’s balls into his wide mouth and slipping his index finger into Hortie’s ass. Hortie’s answer was choked off by his explosive orgasm and it was a full five minutes before he could again speak.

“If Dad doesn’t win the auction,” he murmured, “we just walk away. As long as we don’t take anyone’s money there’s no harm done, right?”

The next day Winnie’s email in-box included mail from the administrator of the auction answering some  Winnie had posed to the young man attached to the testicles that he was bidding on. The young man was in desperate need of money, and being as how he was a dedicated ‘bottom’ in a committed relationship, he had no further use for his balls. He would gladly send more pictures of the merchandise but none of his face, nor would he include any clue to his identity either before or after the purchase and subsequent removal of the gonads. As a side note, the young man added that he’d also received a proposal from an Oil Sheik who had reportably performed many castrations and had a reputation for cruelty. The Sheik was offering a million one hundred thousand to end the auction early.

“Did he go for it?” Teddy asked Hortie later the next day.

“I didn’t set the hook yet,” Hortie replied, showing Teddy the final picture. “Once he gets this he’ll cave though, that’s for certain. He promised Mom he’d never lay a finger on me, and once he figures that it’s me that he’s bidding on he’ll pony up a million and a quarter to keep me out of the Sheik’s evil clutches.”

Winnie’s email the next day included another picture and a message from the owner of the goods to the effect that although he really wanted a million five he would end the auction early if the bidder was an American. Winnie thought about it a long time and then opened the attached picture. It wasn’t very different from the others; just a simple rear view of the boy on his knees with his hand around the neck of his scrotum, tugging the balls downward as if presenting them for inspection. Winnie looked at the picture, caught his breath, and then sent it to his Photoshop program so he could enlarge it. His first impression he had when he saw the hand that was around the scrotum was correct. Prominently displayed on the ring finger was his grandfather’s old class ring. The same ring that Winnie had presented to his son on the day of his high school graduation.

Later that same day Hortie received an email from BsVd8690, his father’s auction identifier. Included was a voucher for a round trip plane ticket from anywhere in the US to Portland, Oregon. It also contained a draft of the contract that Hortie would be required to sign and a list of explicit directions. Hortie was to fly to Portland and check into the Holiday Inn under the assumed name of William Rogers. The room was prepaid and the desk clerk would have a package for waiting for him, which included the contract, a leather hood, padded restraints for his hands and feet, and an account number and verification code for the offshore bank where the funds were on deposit. He would read and sign the contract, put on the hood and restraints, and fasten himself spread-eagle on the bed. The purchaser would then enter at precisely Noon, verify that the contract had been correctly executed, then consummate the deal, after which the purchaser would make the call releasing the money and summon an ambulance, if necessary.

“Jeez, Hortie,” Teddy said as they read the message, “he sounds pretty serious”

“I’ve seen it before,” Hortie answered. “It’s just the way he does business. Dot all of the I’s and cross all the T’s, that sort of thing. Don’t worry, it’ll all work out.”

“I’d just hate to lose these things,” Teddy answered, pulling Hortie’s shorts down and fondling the white boy’s balls, which he considered were as much his as Hortie’s.

Hortie ended the auction, much to the disappointment of the Sheik, and made preparations to travel. The next day he was in Portland, where he checked into the Hotel and went to the room to wait. The door opened exactly at noon and his father confidently strode into the room. “Shit!” I should have known that this would all be one of your schemes!” Winnie said, turning towards the door to leave the room.

“Dad, wait!” His son pleaded. “Yeah, it was kind of rotten, I’ll admit. But we really do need the money. If you won’t give it to me them I’ll just start the auction up again and let the chips fall where they may. Is that what you want?”

Winnie sat on the side of the bed and thought a long time before answering his son. “I promised your mother that I’d never lay a finger on you, and I guess that promise still holds. The money is yours. Take it and may it bring you happiness. There is one thing though.”

“What?” Hortie asked, elated that his plan had worked.

“Sign the contract,” Winnie said, taking the gold plated Parker from his pocket. “You can’t transfer the money unless I present the bank with the signed contract.”

“Okay,” Hortie answered, “Fair enough, I guess.” It always came down that way with his dad. Business first and foremost, everything else could wait.

“Okay, that’s that. I guess, but you could do one other thing for me.” Winnie said.

“What’s that?” Hortie was willing to bend a little, after all. He was now one and a quarter million dollar richer.

“Let me realize at least a little of my ,” Winnie pleaded. “Please, strip down and put on the restraints. Let me see what I missed out on.”

Goddamned old pervert, Hortie thought. And he has the nerve to think that I’m screwed up. Well, I guess he earned it. “Okay,” Hortie replied, shedding his clothing and fastening the manacles around his wrists and ankles. “Anything else.”

“Flop down on the bed, Winston, and let me look at you.” In a matter of seconds Winnie had clipped the restraints into the pre-installed eyebolts on the ends of the bed. He had to admit that his son had a magnificent body. He still had the inherent slimness and fine features of a youth. His flaccid cock drooped lazily over the large testicles that sagged heavily between his hairless thighs. Winnie couldn’t resist reaching out and gently grasping his son’s balls and rolling them around between his fingers and hefting them, as if comparing them to his own. His inspection of his son’s balls was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Dad!” Hortie said, suddenly embarrassed by his nudity and compromising position. Winnie ignored his son and went to answer the door.

“Good evening, Your Highness,” Winnie said cordially, as the Sheik entered the room. The Sheik merely nodded, then strode to the bed and looked at Hortie for a few minutes before reaching down and roughly squeezing the unprotected balls hard enough to elicit a cry of pain from the boy.

“Very good, Mr. Horton.” The Sheik’s English was impeccable. “The money is in this suit case. One million, five hundred thousand dollars, as agreed. Do you wish to count it?”

“There is no need, Your Highness, we are both men of honor.” Winnie replied, picking up the suitcase and heading for the door. After his son ended the auction Winnie had contacted the Sheik and sold the contact on his son. Subtracting the auction’s commission he’d cleared slightly under two hundred thousand dollars. Not bad for a few hours work. Perhaps his son, once free of the aberrant hormones that ruled his body, would ditch the jungle bunny and return to school and get his degree. Hell, with the kind of money he now had he could even get his Masters.