Advantage System: Part 4 ========================
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) 2007, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Advantage System Basics -----------------------
Quick reminder for those joining the story of how Levy's
advantage system works. This applies to the relationship between
Levy and Y.J. in the story.
- No masturbation or sex outside the relationship/framework.
Both parties can mutually agree to some acts outside the
framework, but as a whole it's off limits.
- During any one sexual interaction, one person will get the
T(op) role and will be guaranteed sexual satisfaction, the other
person will get the B(ottom) role. B may or may not get an
orgasm, but his job is to ensure that T is completely sexually
satisfied in that encounter.
- T & B roles must change around because the two people in the
relationship can never be more than 1 "point" ahead of the
other. (Sort of like Deuce in Tennis, so if Tom and Bob are
the people in the relationship and Tom is the T to Bob in
encounter one, then it is Advantage Bob. Here's the "catch", Tom
cannot be T to Bob again until either it is Advantage Tom or
"love".)
Accountant ----------
"Levy," I shouted out the door to my motorcycle-gear clad lover,
"my accountant Chris and his boyfriend Marcus are going to be
visiting LA next weekend."
Levy turned back to the house to face me, "And?"
"Chris was hoping they could stay with us to save hotel bills."
"And?"
"Well, we haven't really had company together since we moved in
together and I wanted to check if you minded?"
"Sounds nice." With that, Levy dashed to the carriage house
garage, and pulled out his bike and was minutes later zooming
out of the driveway.
I dialed Chris at his office, "Levy's cool with it."
"Nice," he said. "We need to review your 2006 taxes again. One
thing, Marcus has been struggling with maintaining his weight
under 140 lbs for modeling."
Knowing what I did of Chris and Marcus' relationship, this would
mean that Marcus was being thrashed severely. The two of them
has been together since Marcus' nineteenth birthday--three years
now. Chris was my age, around thirty-five and their relationship
involved a lot of S&M. Particularly, Chris administering severe
punishments to Chris for a wide variety of transgressions.
The latest transgression to make the list was a weight
restriction. Marcus had landed a lucrative modeling contract in
2006 that specified that he weigh in every Monday no heavier
than 145 lbs. Marcus in turn had agreed privately with Chris to
receive foot whippings if he crossed over 140.
"Not a problem," I said without much of a pause. "Quick
question, you done with the whole San Diego thing yet? I miss
having you living in LA."
Chris chuckled, "settled up the estate issues last month, so
Marcus and I plan to house hunt this trip."
"Neighbors?"
"Beverly Hills looks affordable given the inheritance."
"Not enough gays," I quipped.
"We'll see Jacob," he responded and our call ended quickly
Jamie's Cuckolding ------------------
Jamie's arrival for his next appointment brought with it the
chance to continue his self-paid-for-cuckolding. When he
arrived, he stripped naked for me without having to be prompted.
"Sir," he said, with his arms clasped behind his back, his chest
pushed out. "I did every single thing you asked me to do," he
continued. "My wife was sexually pleasured by me, fully clothed,
twice a day every day since we last me."
"Well done," I responded. "You ready for a release?"
"Please sir," he pleaded, "this chastity belt is painful."
"Let's have you lay down in the recliner and get you ready for
the rest of your life."
"Sir," he responded and quickly laid down in the zero-gravity
recliner.
"Jamie in order for your relationship with your wife to work, we
need to make sure that you are ready to go back to life without
a chastity belt. Today, I am going to train you in your new
relationship with your cock. Next visit if you are in
compliance, we will get your wife involved."
"Sir, that sounds good, will I still get my reward tonight for
following instructions?"
"Of course," I smiled. Then I induced a hypnotic state in him.
Today's hypnosis would involve training him to get nauseous at
the thought of touching his own cock sexually. Further, he would
vomit if he actual touched his own cock. Lastly, he would
henceforth only be able to experience orgasm in one and only one
way: flat on his back, arms laced behind his head, cock slowly
stroked by another person.
It took me two hours to lay down the suggestions and reinforce
them repeatedly. Then came the practical section. His CB-6000
was removed and I asked him to think about masturbating.
Within seconds he was nauseous. I led him to the bathroom of the
play area and ordered him to try and stroke his cock. He vomited
into the toilet. Twice.
Success.
"I think you have a gist Jamie, but I think writing some lines
before you get your reward would be a good idea, what do you
think?"
Still face against the bowl of the toilet, I could watch his
mind struggle. He was hypnotically cued to enjoy obeying me. On
the other hand, he wanted sexual release after two weeks without
orgasm. It took him about a minute to speak up, "sir, I think I
would enjoy doing what you want me to do."
"Good boy," I said. I led him over to a desk and wooden chair. A
ball point pen lay adjacent to three sheets of paper. The first
had neatly typed at the top: "Thinking about touching my cock
sexually makes me nauseous." Below were twenty-five numbered
lines to copy the sentence down.
The second sheet read: "I vomit when I touch my cock and become
violently ill." As with the first sheet, twenty-five numbered
lines followed.
The third, and final sheet read: "I can only achieve orgasm from
another person stroking my cock slowly because touching my own
cock makes me nauseous and violently ill." In addition to the
twenty-five numbered lines, three more blank sheets with lines
twenty-six to one hundred followed.
"Get writing," I said and turned to leave him alone with the
lines.
It took him over an hour to finish the lines. When I finally
took him over to the table to lay down for his reward he was
sobbing softly.
I had him lace his hands behind his head. His cock was rock hard
and poking out. "Jamie, before I reward you, I need to know one
very important thing." I paused and waited for him to ask me
back.
"What sir?"
"Do you understand how everything I am doing with you is to help
you save your marriage?"
He did not pause, "Sir, yes, sir, thank you sir."
I began to stroke his cock extremely slowly. I made sure it took
an hour before he was able to achieve an orgasm. It was a slow,
agonizing hour of ever so gentle stroking of his cock followed
by stopping before he could climax. When I was satisfied that he
had been kept on edge for long enough, I continued stroking him
to climax.
I quickly cleaned up his cum covered groin with a hot towel and
then helped him stand up. His muscles were sore from the
intensive strain of being held on edge.
"Sir, thank you sir for rewarding me sir," he managed and then
hugged me.
"You are welcome boy." I hugged him back.
"So I can go home without the chastity belt?"
"Right, pleasure your wife twice a day and hands off your cock
or your butt and backside will regret it."
"Sir, yes sir," he said as I led him out and let him get
dressed.
Feet Whipped ------------
When I made it back inside the house finally, Levy was home with
his motorcycle gear still on. His hard cock was bulging in his
crotch.
"Nice night with your client?"
"Quite, we made great progress on saving his marriage."
"Let's work on maintaining ours," Levy said grinning, "my
advantage right?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely," I responded enthusiastically.
"So how about for my turn as top you act out Marcus' bottom role
to me playing Chris?"
"Ok," I said, "Marcus is kept naked inside the house at all
times. He is working as a model regularly now so Chris confines
himself to whipping Marcus' feet."
"For any particular reason?"
"Marcus is a total pain bottom," I responded, "he loves being in
agony. Unlike me though, it genuinely hurts him."
"So Chris just whips him for the heck of it?"
"Most nights Chris gets a 'gentle' whipping. There are also
punishment whippings."
"And the difference?"
"When Chris is punishing Marcus the intensity of the strokes is
harder and blood sometimes gets drawn."
"Do they also fuck?"
"That's the one thing Chris misses right now, he loves fucking
his bottom boy's red-hot, spanked ass. Sore feet aren't quite
the same."
"Oral?"
"Absolutely."
"And will Marcus service you?"
"Yes."
"And do you let Chris spank you?"
"I have some times."
"Let's see how much pain I can inflict on your feet without you
orgasming," Levy said abruptly. "I trust since you don't quite
feel pain as such there is no need to tie you down?"
"No need to tie me down."
Levy grabbed my belt and had me strip naked. I kneeled over a
love seat leaving my feet dangling free for a whipping. "Don't
you dare cum Jay," he said as he began striking my feet
violently with the belt.
I stayed in place as he violently thrashed me. Of course due to
the bullet in my head, my sense of pain was more or less gone.
Almost all sensations map to pleasure for me and I found the
intensity of the thrashing quite arousing.
Levy did too and after getting my feet nice and red began
striping my ass with the belt. I had to fight the urge to orgasm
and pleaded with Levy several times to give the strapping a
break not due to pain, but due to the intense pleasure.
He did not relent. Only after I was certain was going to lose
control, did the thrashing stop. I quickly felt him thrust into
my reddened, hot ass and fuck me with his hard cock. When he
orgasmed inside me, he announced, "love."
I then begged him to get a cane and thrash my ass with it until
I orgasmed. As I shot onto the leather love seat, I announced,
"advantage Levy." Then I collapsed into the chair.
He fucked me again right then and there, two more times.
"Advantage Jacob," he said before helping me up to the bedroom.
"I can see why Chris would miss being able to thrash Marcus'
ass. Fucking you with your ass sore and red is so hot."
"I noticed you enjoyed it."
We kissed and drifted off to sleep.
It was noon on Saturday before Chris and Marcus arrived. They
were hardly inside the door before Marcus removed all of his
clothing. We embraced and finally I introduced Levy.
Levy asked, "so how was the ride up?"
"Great," volunteered Marcus, "we made great time."
"Though you earned a foot whipping for not packing a suit,"
Chris said.
Marcus bowed his head slightly. "Where do you want to punish
me?"
"Let's do it in front of Levy, he should see how a naughty boy
is punished."
Marcus nodded and walked into the living room. He went to the
love seat where Levy and I had played last night and kneeled,
his feet exposed for a whipping.
"Levy," Chris began, "I need you to realize that Marcus will cry
and scream in quite real and severe pain during his punishment.
I hope that will not bother you?"
"Not at all," Levy said grinning.
Chris took off his belt from around his jeans and began to
thrash Marcus' feet relentlessly. Marcus feet already were
faintly red, but in seconds they were bright red. Blow after
blow was violently landed as Marcus howled in pain.
Levy and I hugged each other and watched approvingly. Chris
continued the assault on Marcus' feet for a total of around one
hundred blows. Marcus' feet were bruised and crimson and he was
sobbing uncontrollably. Though to his credit he had not
attempted to stand up, move his feet away from the belt, or take
any other action that could be construed by his owner as trying
to avoid the punishment. That would only have resulted in Marcus
being tied to a cross and flogged with a whip.
I had seen Chris whip Marcus early in their relationship for
moving a hand to block a punishment spanking. The result was not
pretty for Marcus. It was also, according to Chris, the last
time that Marcus ever tried to interfere with a punishment.
"Stand up," Chris ordered.
Marcus, still crying scrambled to stand on his very sore feet.
You could see him wince as his feet touched the carpeted floor.
Another wince followed as his body weight caused him to put
pressure down.
"Over to the corner on the wood floor boy, some corner time
standing on those sore feet will remind you to follow my orders
better."
Ok, I can admit it, I got hard watching Marcus' slow walk to the
corner. You could tell with each step he was trying to figure
out how to avoid putting ~any~ weight on ~any~ part of his feet.
He also was having no success. Every part of his foot had been
thoroughly whipped. He reached the corner and clasped his hands
behind his back and pushed his nose right up against the corner.
He was crying non-stop still and you could see his body shaking
slightly. He was bouncing if you will every so slightly to try
not to put his weight on his sore feet.
"Stand still," Chris barked.
Marcus froze and cried out in pain.
"Move and we repeat another hundred licks to your feet boy."
Marcus wailed, his sobbing increased, but he stayed frozen on
the spot like a statue.
"Levy," Chris said turning his attention to my partner, "as you
can see Marcus and I have a very clear relationship: he's my
slave and he gets severely punished for even mild disobedience."
"Jay filled me in a bit." Levy said. "I'm quite impressed
youâ^À^Ùre your control with the belt at that level of
intensity."
"Let's just say Marcus' new modeling job as given me plenty of
opportunities to really practice control over a violent foot
whipping." Marcus whimpered loudly from the corner. He was still
crying.
"How long will you make him stand in the corner?"
"Until he stops crying."
That took nearly an hour. When Marcus had stopped crying for
several minutes, Chris called him over to his lap. Marcus' walk
to Chris' lap nearly caused him to start crying again, but he
bit his lip to fight back more tears. He sat down on Chris' lap
like a little boy who had been punished by his dad. Chris used
some tissues to dry Marcus' face and let him blow his snotty
nose. They embraced and Marcus thanked Chris for punishing him
and apologized profusely for forgetting the suit.
It was almost hotter to watch the corner time and post spanking,
thanks than the foot whipping.
Marcus' Enema and Bedtime Ritual --------------------------------
At bedtime, Chris invited us to watch Marcus' bedtime ritual. We
decided to use the master bathroom for its larger space. A clean
white towel was laid on the floor. Marcus was then brought over
to stand on it. He was still walking quite tenderly on his feet
which were now black-and-blue.
Chris then made him wait five minutes before starting to run the
tap water warm. Taking out an old-style thermometer, he lubed it
up and inserted it into Marcus' waiting ass. Marcus whimpered
and blushed.
"Living in San Diego has spoiled you," Chris announced, "you
used to get your bedtime ritual in front of company more often
when we lived up here."
Marcus' face turned an even deeper shade of red.
I gave Marcus credit for not complaining about the public
humiliation in front of Levy and me. Any complaint would have
just resulted in a brutal punishment. So he took his ritual in
public suffering the humiliation.
Chris filled a huge black enema bag with the warm tap water.
"Three liter bag," Chris said to us as he filled it. Once full,
he hung it from our shower rod.
The thermometer came out and Chris took his time reading the
temperature. "36.5 degrees Celsius," he announced to Marcus,
"quite normal." Chris then took his time sterilizing the
thermometer and putting it away in its case.
Marcus looked stoically forward trying to avoid awareness of his
predicament.
"Levy, Jay, how about standing in front of Marcus while I
administer the enema?"
Marcus' blush returned.
We happily stood in front and hopped onto the vanity to watch.
We periodically kissed each other as well. Why not enjoy the
show after all?
The enema tube went in quickly and seconds later, Marcus' gut
was being filled with the warm tap water.
"He gets an enema nightly," Chris explained. "He absolutely
hates it. Loves pain, but hates an enema. We settled on this as
his nightly ritual to ensure that he goes to bed every night
knowing his place."
It took almost five minutes for every drop of water to flow from
the enema bag into Marcus' bowels and colon. Chris made no
efforts to speed the process, allowing gravity to do his work.
After the bag drained, Chris removed the nozzle carefully,
making sure not to drip on the white towel.
"Explain to our hosts what happens now boy."
Marcus was straining to hold the enema in his gut and slowly
managed, "I have to hold it for fifteen minutes without even a
drop leaking or I get another enema and another until I hold
it."
Chris said, "Right boy." Then to us he continued, "Marcus
actually devised this entire ritual." Chris set a timer for
fifteen minutes.
Chris stroked Marcus' cock during the time causing the gorgeous
bottom boy to moan and wince and groan. What torment. When the
timer buzzed Marcus moved quicker than a bolt of lightening to
the toilet to empty his gut. Chris inspected the white towel.
"Ok, we are done tonight boy," he announced as he picked the
towel of the ground. It took several minutes for Marcus to expel
the entire enema from his bowels.
When the enema was fully expelled, Marcus stood up, embraced
Chris and kissed him. "Thank you sir for the enema."
Levy suggested, "mind if we all snuggle together in one bed?"
Chris said, "sure, Marcus enjoys being fucked and I don't fuck
him very often right now since I only really like fucking a boy
with a red, sore ass."
"I'm good with it."
Levy seemed to be waiting for Marcus' opinion. Chris sensed that
and said, "Marcus doesn't get a vote."
We headed out of the master bathroom, into the bedroom and piled
into the king-sized bed.
House Hunting -------------
The next morning after breakfast, Chris got Marcus dressed in
what I was convinced was the skimpiest clothing I had ever seen.
It was clearly "street legal," but barely so. The top was a see
through mesh muscle-shirt. Marcus' smooth chest and body was on
display. The bottoms seemed to be short-shorts. When they left
to house hunt, Levy asked me to explain more about their
relationship.
I described how when Marcus was eighteen he found Chris' profile
on Gear_Fetish_. The two had traded messages for weeks before
talking by phone. At the time Marcus was going to Columbia
University in New York City and also modeling periodically to
help defray his school tuition. It was Marcus' freshman year and
he was struggling with his grades.
.. _Gear_Fetish http://www.gearfetish.com
So began nightly calls. Bad grades meant Marcus had to punish
himself and send photos with "Chris' Slave" written on his chest
in marker to Chris nightly. Other pictures of his red ass were
required as well. Chris would then post the photos in his
Gear_Fetish_ profile. Marcus' grades improved. However, Marcus'
interest in school was waning.
Chris knew that he got off sexually from spanking guys. Marcus
was discovering he liked being in pain. It was like peanut
butter and chocolate.
Over the phone calls Marcus agreed to certain conditions that
would apply if he went to live with Chris. Chris in turn agreed
to care for Marcus financially. It is important to note that
they still had never met in person.
By Marcus' winter break of his freshman year there were over
fifty days worth of "slave" pictures of him posted to the
Internet. His nineteenth birthday was in February and he decided
to drop out of school.
The morning of January 1, 2004 was when Marcus flew out to meet
Chris for the first time. At the airport, Chris had to change
out of jeans into skimpier clothes before the car ride back to
Chris' house. Marcus had to strip naked inside the door of
Chris' house. No spankings occurred for the first month.
Chris simply had Marcus become used to being a naked, submissive
slave boy. Any offenses that would have resulted in punishment
were noted and the discipline was a non-CP timeout and an
explanation of what the CP would have been.
The enema ritual occurred for the first time that night and
every night since. Marcus had mentioned in a chat to Chris that
his mother used to punish him that way and it brought back
memories of being a bad boy. Chris picked up on it and made
Marcus write him a long email describing his childhood enema
punishments in detail. Now Marcus suffers those punishments on a
nightly basis. Every element, the white towel, the thermometer,
the amount of the enema, the time to hold the enema, is an exact
recreation of the way Marcus was punished as a child.
He hates it.
He also loves Chris tremendously and loves Chris for the courage
to inflict it on him every night without fail.
I noticed at this point in telling the story that Levy was hard
and stroking his cock. "Hey," I said, "it's my advantage boy!"
Levy stopped and blushed, "sorry."
"I think just for that I should stop telling the story now
unless you are willing to get hand-spanked to orgasm for my
turn?"
Levy's face contorted in frustration. Unlike me, he could feel
pain. Also, unlike Marcus he was definitely not a "pain pig."
Further, even though I was offering to use only my hand, I had a
heavy spanking hand.
"That's unfair," he said.
"Fuck unfair, that's my offer. Or I can stop telling the story
and I can just fuck your brains out taking my advantage."
He came over my lap and I began spanking his smooth butt firmly
with one hand. With the other, I began to stroke his cock.
I made sure to squeeze his balls several times to extend the
spanking before finally letting him orgasm into my hand. "Eat
your cum boy," I ordered. Once he complied, I announced, "Love."
"Ok, finish the story," he said. "And you spank hard."
I stuck my tongue out at him. We kissed. I continued explaining
Marcus' enslavement.
So again, for the first month or so there was no corporal
punishment, or spanking whatsoever. There was also no sex, just
a houseboy/slave relationship.
Marcus' birthday is Valentine's Day, February 14th. So as
January closed, Chris had Marcus withdraw permanently from
school. Non-punishment spankings, and sex then began on January
31, 2004.
Marcus loved them. He's a total pain pig. The more pain you put
him in, the closer he comes to orgasm. To a point. Chris quickly
learned that point and that established the set point for
punishment spankings.
From January 31, 2004 to February 14, 2004, Marcus and Chris had
sex three or four times a day. Each time Chris would spank,
whip, flog, etc., Marcus until his butt was red and then fuck
him. Chris would frequently orgasm from the spanking. If not
that, then Chris' bareback fucking would bring on Marcus'
orgasm.
On Marcus' nineteenth birthday, Chris asked Marcus to "marry
him." Chris is not allowed to "divorce" Marcus for any reason;
however, Marcus is actually free to leave at any time with
permanent palimony. So Marcus stays out of true love.
Marcus got the tattoo that day. It's on his inner thigh: "This
cock and body are the property of Christopher L. Oxxxxx".
It took another day before the first punishment came. That was
also the only time Marcus tried to stop a spanking. Marcus had
spilled some coffee carelessly in Chris' home office. Chris did
not hesitate to flip Marcus over his lap and began thrashing him
with a hair brush.
At some point, Marcus moved his hand in the way. Big mistake.
Chris grabbed Marcus by the ear and dragged him to the garage.
There he tied him to the rafters and began thrashing him with a
bullwhip. Fifty lashes later and with Marcus' back bleeding, he
stopped.
"If you ever try to prevent me from hitting your body at any
time, we will repeat this but worse. Understood?"
Marcus nodded, broken.
Chris cleaned up Marcus' back and took him back to the office.
"What has to happen now Marcus?"
"I need to be punished for spilling the coffee."
"Right boy."
The hair brushing then occurred.
Levy interrupted. "How often does Chris punish Marcus?"
"Two, three times a week originally, now once a month or so."
"And this modeling gig?"
"2007 contract for Abercrombie and Fitch, he is making
three-hundred thousand to be their 'guy' for 2007."
"How many shoots?"
"Anywhere, anytime, basically."
It was a few hours later when Chris and Marcus returned. Marcus
stripped naked in the entry hall. "We bought a place in West
Hollywood," Chris shouted.
"Nice, where?"
Marcus laughed. Chris swatted his behind playfully.
"It's the house right in your backyard, literally," Chris
explained. I looked out the back window. "Yep, that one."
"Cool," Levy exclaimed. "We can knock down the fence."
Chris laughed, "that way Marcus can wander over naked for butt
sex?"
We all laughed. Well, actually Marcus more blushed and hid his
face than laughed.
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