Gym Boy Cum: 3 ==============
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Six Long Days -------------
It had been six long days, especially for Jason. It had been
eleven days total since his last orgasm. I was testing his
self-control and his obedience. Several times over the last few
days he had pleaded in various ways for release. Verbals hints.
Boyish and pouty looks, surprising for a such a gruff young miner
boy and more were his arsenal. Mine was much more straightforward:
absolute resolve to training Jason to redefine his sexuality
around me and my needs rather than the pleasures of his own
orgasm.
In calm moments, Jason would agree he rolled a six fair and square
a few nights earlier, but he would please nonetheless for release.
I continued to have him to suck me off, lick my nipples, and bend
over and let me fuck him as he walked in the door, still grimy and
dirty from the mines. He was quite attentive to my needs. Each
lick he gave was focused on me. He sucks focused on my cock. His
groans while bent over on the floor being fucked were for me.
I taunted him cruelly too: Teasing his cock working him into a
frenzy of excitement and then snatching away orgasms at the last
moment; forcing him to shove ice cubes in his pants if I noticed
even the slightest bulge in his crotch when I did not want him
aroused; and basically owning him like the marked boy that he was
(while we were in New York City he had gotten a permanent spider
tattoo on his neck.)
Also, each night after dinner I would play with him, tickling his
body while he was firmly restrained. I worked feathers in the
nether regions of his body, especially in between his toes. I
noticed that my regular tickle sessions seemed to be making him
more ticklish.
What I loved the most from those six days were the vaguely inhuman
sounds he would make straining to orgasm as I would alternatively
stimulated his cock shaft and then snatched away any shot of
orgasm. The sounds were deliciously intense.
On the sixth day, he came home extra dirty, perhaps hoping that in
a frenzy I would just let him have an orgasm right away.
Slow, Controlled Release ------------------------
I pushed myself against his body. Some of the grimy oils on his
skin rubbed off quickly onto my naked flesh. Lip locked in a
mutual embrace, I could feel his cock raging into a stiff state. I
grabbed his short, dark, cropped hair and pulled his head back and
forced my tongue down his throat violently.
Then I reached down into his pants and violently grabbed his
loosely hanging and cum filled balls sacs violently and twisted
till Jason gasped in surprise and tried to pull from my embrace.
With one hand tormenting his sensitive, but fully cum filled ball
sacs, and the other holding his head firmly in place and at an
awkward angle to force his availability to my kiss, I had his
undeniable attention.
He moved his hands to what had become a familiar position,
interlaced behind his head. His sweaty pits exposed, I kept one
hand firmly punishing his balls with a vice-like grip and then
began to lick his boyish manhood in by smelling and licking his
pits. There was always a somewhat unpleasant, but erotic, metallic
aftertaste if I got to Jason before he showered. I savored that
taste and all of his sweaty, salty, grimy, oily, miner manhood.
With my vice-like death grip squeezing his balls, Jason was unable
to maintain an erection despite his obvious enjoyment from the
pleasure I was delivering with my tongue. I pushed Jason onto the
floor, maintaining a grip on his ball sac that was growing
increasingly painful for the muscular stud I now commanded. As my
force on his balls increased he began to cry out in pain and I
threw body on top of his sweaty, dirty body. The smells and aroma
and the feel of his mine shaft dirt and sweat against my clean
smooth white skin felt good.
I loved to look down at my body after even brief frottage sessions
with Jason. Normally I was not so sadistic on his ball sac during
the sessions, instead I would allow him an erection, but take
other measures to ensure he would not climax. Tonight though I did
not want Jason to even ooze the tiniest drop of precum until I
decided he should be permitted.
I kept a quite painful grip on Jason's now tenderized ball sac as
we showered. Jason carefully cleaned my body with the utmost of
care and sensitivity. This was a development that I think anyone
who had seen Jason before he had first met me would have been
surprised by. A young, twenty-two year old miner boy, who had once
aspired to college, but remained in a small Wyoming town working
in a very heterosexual environment and drinking beer and cursing a
lot, sensitivity was not a given.
Jason though had responded quite well to my training and tonight's
attentiveness, which included an in-shower blow job when I agreed
to release my death-grip on his testicles for a few minutes was no
exception.
As I hoped, one of his miner buddies showed up, unexpectedly, and
wanted to hang out. I had been encouraging his buddies to show up
in the early evening and made a point of keeping plenty of, cheap,
domestic, beer in the fridge and making myself pretty scarce when
they visited. Also, my big screen TV was another draw.
I would swear Jason visibly cringed when the doorbell rang. He
knew full well that his friends would hang out for two or three
hours--and force him to sit and swill beer all the while wearing a
small leather pouch and wanting every so badly to shoot his milky
boy load of cum.
Another Miner Boy -----------------
Tonight was slightly different though; I had planned this very
meticulously. Only one of Jason's miner buddies was coming over. I
had been watching this one closely. He was a year younger than
Jason and had been coming to the gym regularly.
His name was Tom. A year younger than Jason he had dropped out of
school and had been working in the mines longer than Jason. I
greeted Tom warmly and encouraged him to come inside.
I handed Tom something a bit stiffer than he usually drank, a
vodka--straight up. A bit lighter in weight than Jason, I figured
that two drinks would soften Tom up, leave him a bit more
suggestible and open to, how shall I put it--new possibilities.
Three vodkas later, Tom was still solid-sober, but I could see
Jason becoming quite frustrated at his predicament. I was
encouraging Tom to linger for much longer than usual and Jason was
without any relief for his needs.
Kicked back from the table and kicking back some vodka myself, I
watched Jason's hands, and more importantly his groin and cock,
under the table. Forty minutes into the idle conversation I
noticed him move his hand towards his crotch and I casually
interrupted with, "Jason, I could really use some ice."
He took the hint and with a sheepish facial expression stood up.
There was a feint bulge in his pants, but I paid very close
attention to Tom's eyes. They tracked--Jason's crotch. My
suspicions were confirmed.
Jason went to the freezer and keeping his back to Tom but showing
me his hand with ice--and then empty after a maneuver into his
pants. He returned with some more ice for my drink and sat down
again. Tom's eyes followed Jason's crotch again. But, this time a
faint wet spot was barely visible as if Jason had wet himself--of
course the bulge was gone as well.
Before Jason could sit down, I asked him to help me get a case of
beer from the garage. Inside the garage--and outside Tom's
hearing, I asked Jason if he had noticed Tom's wandering eye. He
had not. If you asked me, I would describe Jason as a heterosexual
man, with slight tendencies towards bisexuality that he had
encouraged and helped to make blossom.
Now, I wanted Jason to encourage the same in Tom. I explained that
the only way that Jason was going to get relief tonight was if
he got Tom to give him a blowjob. Even if Tom did not get Jason to
cum, I explained I would finish the job later if necessary. Jason
started to protest, but I pointed out that as long as Jason made
Tom give the blowjob then Tom would be the "gay" one in his mind.
The Blowjob -----------
I suggested that Jason head back into the house with his fly
unzipped and wet jock showing. Jason did so while carrying a case
of beer. Tom took definite notice and I wandered off to leave the
two alone.
Jason then shoved his basket into Tom's face. The younger boy
seemed startled at first, and not to mention embarrassed that I
was on hand. But, then Jason grabbed Tom's brown tresses and
pulled Tom in so that his nose was directly against the wet front
of Jason's white cotton jock--and now semi-erect cock.
Tom responded and licked the front of Jason's jock. I stood by
watching closely as Jason unbuckled his thick leather belt and
dropped his pants to the ground. Tom was clearly aroused by the
site of Jason's semi-naked, and butt bare on account of wearing a
jock.
Tom got down on his knees right there in the kitchen and began to
lick the front of Jason's jock. After a few minutes, Jason pulled
his jock to the floor and began face-fucking his younger friend. I
watched Jason intensely pump his cock in and out of Tom's mouth.
Close to an erection, Jason became intent of forcing his cock
further down Tom's throat and Tom began to try to pull back and
avoid gagging.
Jason grabbed the younger man by the back of his head and forced
harder and harder, face fucking the younger miner viciously until
orgasm was reached and then pushing Tom onto the floor.
I sent Jason upstairs and helped Tom to his car as if nothing
happened. I figured that anything that would "blossom" in Tom
would take time and I did not want to jeopardize Jason's job--a
lot of the miners would probably just kill him if they thought him
gay. Tom acted like nothing happened as I helped him into the car
and asked if he could visit alone again some night, I suggested in
a week or two.
Upstairs, Jason was standing naked with his fingers laced behind
his head and his legs standing apart. He proudly informed me he
had not touched his cock yet and I knelt down and licked several
remaining drops of cum off his now flaccid cock.
I kissed him on the cheek and told him that Tom wanted to visit
again--alone. But that I did not think that was appropriate for at
least a week. I handed him the Monopoly die and reminded him that
the base was seven days from his roll. He tossed the die and it
rolled up three--ten days till he could next have release.
I put his cock in a leather pouch to discourage any inadvertent
touching. And then instructed Jason to spend the rest of the night
pleasuring me.
Jason's tongue was unusually gifted tonight, having just tasted
release, but also knowing that any future release was dependent on
total service to my needs. Jason's tongue rimmed my fuckhole for
the first time tonight, quite thoroughly. He confided after
finishing that despite the pungent odor and taste, he found it
quite pleasurable.
Disobedience ------------
Four brief nights had passed from that stunning orgasm. Each night
Jason seemed to double the intensity of his attention to my needs.
Then, on the fifth night, he came home and I could sense he was
off his game. Ever so slightly imbalanced. Uncertain. Uneasy.
Shifting slightly from foot-to-foot.
I had him strip completely naked, and I could see his discomfort
grow. I examined his cock shaft and testicles closely without
touching. I could sense his discomfort grow the longer I stared
there.
His naivity and fear got the better of him and he blurted out that
after work Tom and he had met and Tom had given him another
blowjob--and that he had orgasmed.
I sent him up to his own room, without dinner or a shower and told
him to be standing facing the wall with his fingers laced up
behind his head waiting for when I got there.
I waited several hours before I went up. By the time I went into
his room he was visibly trembling and I could see a urine stain on
the carpet where he had lost control of his bladder.
"Jason," I said in my lecture voice, "as I recall there is only a
single rule you need to follow..." As he started to move slightly
away from the wall and talk, I cut him off loudly exclaiming, "if
you open your mouth or step away from that wall you will find
yourself standing on the front porch naked and you will never be
invited back into this house."
His mouth closed and he steadied himself again. Then he voided his
bladder onto the floor of his bedroom again. I came up behind him
and placed my hand on his head and blocked his hands from moving
and forced him onto the floor and pushed his face into his urine.
"Now," I said continuing while keeping his faced forced into his
own urine, "there is only one rule and when you do not follow it
you have to be punished."
I instructed him to stay nostrils and face firmly planted in his
own urine as I went to retrieve a chastity belt I had measured him
for and ordered a few weeks back. At the time, three weeks into
our relationship it had seemed like it might not be necessary with
Jason. But, sadly Jason's conduct had disproved that theory and
now tangible constant restraint on his freedom of action would be
necessary.
When I returned with the belt, I first further rotated Jason's
head forcing his short, cropped--and previously dry--hair into his
own urine. Then I pulled him up and forced him to face me.
I took a damp rag that I soaked in ice water and coarsely cleaned
his cock and balls before trapping them safely in the confines of
the belt. I did the procedure without talking to him and Jason
remained remarkably quiet. After I finished I announced that he
would spend the next hour standing facing a full length mirror,
naked. Then I moved him to the bathroom.
Jason was quite a sight to see right now. Grimy, oily, sweaty and
generally filthy from the mines. His body was naked except for the
leather and steel chastity belt encasing his cock and balls. I
took the cold rag and scrubbed his neck to make sure his mark--the
spider tattoo I require on all of my boys--stood out. The odor of
his own urine on his face and hair was quite palpable.
"Stand here," I said, "this should help remind you of who is in
charge and the rule." Then I left and shut the door.
In the fairly small bathroom the odor of his urine would be
filling his nostrils. The chastity belt would stand out in stark
relief to his body. And his mark. He was under my control and
learning that disobedience had consequences.
After an hour, I realized that my anger was still not quite in
check and so I returned to Jason and told him that his corporal
punishment would be administered first thing in the morning. I
took him back to his bedroom and made him lay on the floor with
his head, and face, in the urine stain he had left.
In the morning, I found Jason where I had left him more or less. I
could tell he had not slept and was feeling quite uncomfortable in
the chastity belt--among other things.
The smell coming off him was quite ripe. His normally
military-like short hair was matted and disheveled. It also reeked
of his own urine. On his face I could see fresh tears.
I had a wooden hairbrush in hand and sat down on a wooden chair in
the bedroom. "Come here," I said softly, but firmly.
Jason stood up slowly and came towards me. Clearly afraid of his
very imminent fate, and yet also terrified of what would happen if
he did not approach.
"Now," I said slightly louder and angrier.
Jason then lay down across my lap. I man-handled him, positioning
his belted private parts so that there would be nothing to press
against during the punishment for even the slightest amount of
sexual gratification.
"Jason," I started lecturing him, "this is going to hurt a lot.
You are to keep your hands behind your head with your fingers
laced. If you move your hands, I will hit you harder. If you are
foolish enough to try to stop me from hitting you by trying to get
up or move a hand in the way of the brush. You will most
definitely regret it. Any questions?"
Meekly, he responded, "No, sir."
I began the barrage of pain. Using the stiff, unyielding wooden
side of the brush first, I began landing forceful blow after blow in a
torrent on Jason's defenseless buttocks.
Jason's reaction was delayed, it was not until the third or fourth
blow had forcefully landed on his smooth, exposed buttocks that he
began to howl in pain. I ignored Jason's entreaties to stop and
Jason had the good sense at first to stay with his fingers
laced--helplessly--behind his head.
After just fifteen or twenty minutes, the severity of my repeated
blows began to take a more noticeable toll on my miner-boy. Jason
began to howl in agony with each blow and his body began to rock
as he tried to wiggle his defenseless buttocks out of the way.
Smelly and dirty from a day of work and drenched in his own urine,
my pretty 22-year-old gym-stud, miner boy was quite a sight to
behold now. His ass was a fiery red and starting to welt and
blister at spots. He was bawling like a little baby. And his cock
and balls were quite securely locked up in a chastity belt.
I paused for a moment and used a belt to bind his kicking legs
together and further reduce Jason's ability to escape my weltering
blows with the hairbrush before I quickly resumed at a more severe
pace and with greater force.
After over an hour, Jason's buttocks had severe blisters. Jason
moved one hand off the back of his head and I grunted, "No."
before flipping the brush over to the bristle side and landing
several blows that resulted in the most satisfying cries of pain
during the entire punishment session.
After just five jarring blows with the bristle side, Jason
re-laced his fingers behind his head and I returned to the wooden
side. However, the effects of the bristle side--some minor
bleeding from tiny punctures to Jason's buttocks was in evidence.
When I was satisfied that Jason was going to have trouble sitting
or standing for several days, I stopped hitting my boy and lifted
him up towards me to hold him and comfort him.
"Do not touch your ass boy," I said as I held his urine soaked
face and hair close to my nostrils. He was gorgeous despite his
current state and I loved him all the more for taking my quite
severe punishment.
I then brought him to my bathroom where several mirrors would
ensure that his mostly naked body would be visible. It was a quite
striking picture. A fairly tall, 5'10", 170 lbs, young man was
standing there. Grimy and sweaty from a hard day of mining, his
muscles were well defined and regular gym workouts kept a
beautiful physique.
His normally handsome cropped hair was matted and soaked from his
own urine. On his neck, the spider-tattoo, a symbol of my
ownership and control of him stood out in relief. Around his
groin, a leather-and-metal chastity apparatus obscured any
possibility that his cock and balls could be accessed except at my
direction.
His swollen, sore, red butt also stood out in relief. Exhausted
and in severe pain, Jason stood in the normal position I
demanded--hands laced behind head, arm pits exposed for tickling,
etc.--just like a person being arrested.
I could tell Jason quite badly wanted to rub his sore bum, so I
laid down the law. "One hour, you stand here one hour without
touching your butt and I'll give you a nice hot showed and some
Vaseline on your buttocks. Touch your butt and you will be over my
knee faster than you can count to ten."
"Yes, sir," he responded, his voice trembling slightly, he
continued, "and thank you SIR."
I kissed my boy on his forehead and walked out of the bathroom
leaving the door open. When I returned in an hour, Jason was
standing there still and his eyes caught mine in the mirror, he
was quite proud of himself.
I showered Jason with his hands cuffed high above his head to
avoid any temptation to touch himself or his buttocks. I even
opened the chastity belt and roughly scrubbed his cock shaft and
balls with an antiseptic soap and a coarse natural sponge. Then
without allowing his cock a chance to stiffen, I quickly forced
the cock head back into the plastic tube of the chastity belt and
sealed it up.
I washed his hair lovingly, wringing the boy's own urine from the
short cropped black hair and roughly kissing him while forcing my
tongue deep into his throat.
After the shower, I uncuffed Jason's wrists and reminded him to
keep his hands away from his still quite sore buttocks. Over to
the bathroom vanity, I bent him over and without even asking
permission, I slid my condom sheathed rock hard 8"+ mantool into
my boy's unlubricated fuckhole. Jason let out a large gasp of
surprise as my huge man tool force itself into his tight puckered
fuckhole.
More gasps for air and to find the right emotion followed as I
jackhammered my cock in and out of Jason's tight fuckhole, all the
while slamming my body against the boy's swollen and sore ass
cheeks. This was the first time I had fucked Jason while the boy
was in a chastity belt. Jason began to cure about wanting his cock
free, I grabbed his hair and began to fuck the boy harder.
His cock would only have an erection in the future if I decided
he could have one. And this was not one of those times. I allowed
my desire for total pleasure to run its course. Fucking in and out
of my tight, recently-cum gay boy's ass. Only after I shot a rich
load of my man gism did I relent and pull my still hard man tool
from the boy's fuck hole.
Then I applied some Vaseline to the blistered and bruised butt and
pulled him up by his short hair and forced him to suck my still
stiff and oozing cock. Jason tried to eagerly lap my cum from the
tip of my cock, but I could detect a hesitation.
I grabbed the boy by his ears and deep throated him forcing him to
gag slightly before he regained his composure. My cock now into
his throat, I let loose a torrent of urine through my semi-erect
shaft. Unable to prevent the forceful stream of urine from sliding
down his throat and into his gullet, Jason began gagging harder. I
however kept him firmly by his ears deep on my cock till I
finished my piss.
Then I pulled him up to me, kissed him, and told him that I loved
him with all my heart.
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