Gym Boy Cum: 7 ==============
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
Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.
Interlude from Diary --------------------
In April of this year (2001), I had a pleasant visitor who I will
mention even though the rest of my tales from the diary up until
this point date back to 1997.
Michael Visits --------------
Michael had seen one of my recent diary entries while browsing the
Nifty_Archives_. We traded several guarded emails wherein I
learned that Michael Jones (not his real name of course) was
"heterosexual", and married no less, who was finding my stories
"interesting".
Our emails petered out until about March when the dot-com company
he was CEO of shut its doors. Although still quite wealthy from
his previous successes, the failure of his most recent company had
left him rudderless. Further the investment market was not very
receptive to throwing money at ideas on a napkin.
Two days after the layoffs, Michael emailed as to whether he could
come visit. I decided that it would be fun to have a visitor and so
I invited him up to Wyoming, what follows is his story, mostly in
his own words...
The Most Humiliating Moment of My Life --------------------------------------
I was naked and bent over a wooden desk in nowhere-Wyomming. My
wife was chatting politely with a man I had met in person for the
first time only a week earlier. Then I felt his cock enter me. I
started to struggle and he rammed his cock into me harder and kept
me pinned to the desk.
I was being raped.
And all I could do was scream, "No... stop..." Not that it did any
good, David was fucking my brains out and I couldn't stop
it. After he raped me, my wife and he were even chatting politely
with each other about my "training" as if I hadn't being forcibly
raped against my will.
How did I get here?
Masturbation and Mistresses ---------------------------
I am a nice white-bred Catholic boy. I grew up in California in
the Central Valley the middle child of five. I worked hard for
everything I got in life and after dropping out of high school
managed to start my own, ultimately succesful company that made me
what I am today.
I am about 5' 11", and have black hair and blue eyes. Up until
meeting David I had never had sex with a man. On the other hand, I
used to masturbate endlessly and had several mistresses who I
would fool around with regularly. All to great frustration on
behalf of my wife, Michelle.
I am not sure how I found David's diary entries at Nifty, maybe I
clicked the wrong links, maybe I just wanted to see what else was
out there, I'm not sure.
The embarassing thing to admit is I found the stories a turn on. So
I emailed David a few times, but I wasn't really ready to meet, then
my dot-com company fell apart and I just needed to push the envelope
and do something "extreme".
I didn't think David would ever fuck me, I had told him time and
again that I was straight, but I just wanted to get control over
my dick. David had his own ideas as you will see from reading
this.
I visited David's house in Wyoming for the first time around March
20th, a Tuesday. The trip up from Silicon Valley had been
exhausting and then the multi-hour drive from the airport to the
middle-of-nowhere where David lives had wiped me out. I arrived
around seven o'clock at night.
A somewhat frail, but handsome man, with a spider tattoo on his
neck greated me at the door and showed me to an office on the
ground floor. I later learned this was Jeff. David kept me waiting
for about ten minutes and then walked in and sat down without
saying much. At 6' 2" he was impressive in size and quite handsome
himself.
"Take off your clothing," he said matter of factly.
I hesitated for a bit and he asked, "Are you deaf or stupid?"
I stammered, "sorry," before taking my clothing off. Although part
of me wanted to run screaming from the room, David was so normal
looking and his voice commanded respect. I found myself stripping
naked.
"Stay standing up and lace your hands behind your head," he
instructed after my last article of clothing was on his office
floor. I realized that my cock had become erect, perhaps in fear.
David ignored my erect cock for the moment and circled me,
inspecting me like a piece of cattle.
"You will do," he said matter of factly, "you will stay from
March 30 through May 1. After a few more preliminaries I am going
to send you back home to your lovely wife in California. Then if
you are really interested in being trained properly, you will
return ~with~ her on March 30. Any questions?"
I had millions, as well as objections to dragging my wife into my
private fantasy and commiting a month of time to rural Wyoming and
David. As if sensing my concerns he said, "Let's get through some
formalities and then you can go home and think about whether or
not you want to come back."
Barely inside David's home for an hour, I found myself driving
rural roads in Wyoming to get back to the airport and then back to
Silicon Valley. David had left a rather pointed reminder from our
brief encounter, a CB-2000 chastity device surrounded my cock. My
need for control over my cock was going to be satisfied.
Frustrating as it might be.
With just ten days till I was scheduled to return to Wyoming, I
quickly found my life transformed. As I walked in the door my wife
squawked about how she was tired of me cheating on her. If only
she knew.
I became acutely aware of the plastic jail of the CB-2000 as an
image of Jessica, my current paramour, came to mind. I escaped my
wife's prattle in the bathroom and pulled down my pants hoping for
release. I pulled at the plastic cage, but with the tight rings
David had selected to secure the device, if I took it off I
doubted I could get it back on. A tiny piece of plastic was all
that was holding me in place. I could easily cut it off with a
pocket knife.
I recalled David's parting words, "If you return with the chastity
cage removed you will be visiting the clearing behind this house
and have a very intimate and painful encounter with a birch." My
hands moved away from the chastity cage and I contemplated the
next ten days.
No point seeing Jessica. We didn't talk, just fucked. Couldn't
even really have sex with my wife. Heck, even something as simple
as jerking off was out of reach due to a small, red plastic tab
and some translucent plastic.
I realized there in that bathroom what Jason must have felt like
for the first time in the chastity belt. I suppose if I had
thought about it more then I should not have been surprised that
David forced himself on me when I returned on March 30th.
I came out of the bathroom and told my wife I had broken it off
with Jessica and that I was going to get help for the month of
April, would she mind dropping me off at the clinic in Wyoming?
Back to the Most Humiliating Moment -----------------------------------
We drove from the airport in silence. Monica (my wife) drove. The
last few days in the chastity belt had been torture for me and
only thrice daily cold showers had managed to prevent me from
ripping the belt off with force.
Monica had asked very few questions about the "clinic" although in
just ten days, I must confess that I noticed some marked
improvement in our relationship. We had gone out for dinner three
times and managed to talk civilly. I had even focused the entire
evening on her--not letting my eyes wander looking for some tail.
As we pulled up the drive to David's house, I nearly lost my
bladder. Monica commented, "This hardly seems like a clinic."
"Its quite private," I responded.
Suddenly, panic seized me as I realized that Jeff or Jason would
answer the door naked--likely in a chastity apparatus of some
sort. Monica stared around at the rural environment as I lifted my
suitcase from the car. Monica walked up the steps and rang the
doorbell before I could interpose myself between her and the door.
Jason answered. He was buck naked save for a metal and leather
chastity belt around his privates. "You must be Monica," Jason
said warmly, inviting my wife in with a gesture.
"Please come in to the office, David will be down in a minute,"
Jason explained. Jason took the suitcase from me and reminded me
to undress. I didn't listen and instead sauntered into David's
office, cocky as a peacock.
Monica didn't say anything to me about the strange, freakish
sight, of a grown man naked. Her comment, "interesting setting,
how many patients do they have?"
"Three," a voice said authoritatively, from the doorway,
"including your husband."
"Michael, I believe you were left with quite explicit instructions
to remove your clothing when you returned," David said as he
approached me from the side.
I sat there, that was a mistake.
David lifted me out of the chair and began to pull my clothing
off--ripping and cutting with a knife from his desk as necessary
to just get it off. Time was frozen for me, shocked by David's
brazen assault on me in front of my wife, I did nothing.
"There," David announced as he used a knife to remove my
underwear.
"Stand," he said to me pointing to a space in between the chair
and the front of the desk. David's strong hands manhandled me into
the position as I was still frozen. I saw the expression on my
wife's face when she saw the chastity belt on my cock and I felt
an intense--red blush--level of humiliation.
David lifted my hands behind my head into the interlaced position
he demanded and said, "stay."
I was facing my wife. Naked. My cock caged. My arms locked behind
my head. I would swear that my face was visibly red.
My body betrayed me then as I felt a stream of urine run from my
caged cock. Frozen in place out of terror. I had reached the
single most humiliating moment of my life and my wife relished in
it. She let out a loud laugh and announced, to David, "Now where
have you been for the past nine years."
After my bladder was quite thoroughly drained and David's floor
was quite soaked, he maneuvered me over the desk--ass in the air.
Then they started talking as if I wasn't in the room. "Monica, I'm
going to keep Michael here for a month training him on better
behavior and then I'll return him to you. If you keep up his
training I can guarantee you that the next nine years of your
relationship will be significantly more satisfying for you."
My mind is hazy about the remainder of their conversation as the
full depth of my situation started to become clearer to me. Then,
David "kicked it up a notch."
I remember feeling David's hand on my back and then suddenly a
pressure against my anus. I tried to struggle and screamed no. My
wife laughed at my predicament and David fucked my brains out
without any regard to my wants or desires.
When he finished raping me, he pushed my head into the wet carpet
where I had lost my bladder and told me to stay.
Author's Note -------------
I have some more diary entries that my internet visitor Michael
wrote this year that I can continue to share or I can go back to
more of my own entries. I must say Michael's visit was quite
intense so I am likely to share some more of those before going
back to my own diary entries from 1997.
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