Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 08:00:19 -0700
From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com>
Subject: gym-stud-6

Gym Boy Cum: 6
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  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.

Reality Check
-------------

  Before sharing some more of my edited diary entries with my fellow
  netizens, I wanted to take a moment and clarify a few matters that
  have been confusing some:
    * These stories are real.
    * Really.
    * Yes, really.
  And in the "immortal" words spoken to Homer J. Simpson in his
  quest to redeem Apu, "Thank you come again."

  Ok, the above is not really a full and fair answer. I have changed
  some names, places, locations, and other minor details such as my
  own profession, age, and the like to protect the privacy of the
  real Jason and Jeff.

  That said, my gruff miner boy just finished sucking my dick before
  I went into the study and got on the laptop to type up this diary
  entry into the computer. Jeff on the other hand may be asked to
  return to Germany to start a new project.

                                * * *

Extended Chastity
-----------------

  Extended chastity was becoming a regular part of Jason's life. We
  had done 30 days, then 60. Ninety was going surprisingly smoothly.
  Jeff was occasionally cruel though in pointing out that he no
  longer had to wear the chastity belt.

  On four different occasions during Jason's first 90 day stretch, I
  took Jeff over my knee and beat him with a razor strap for teasing
  Jason needlessly. For example, during the first week when Jason
  came home and was delivering his blow job, Jeff came over and
  started wagging his cock in Jason's face--without touching his own
  cock.

  Without missing I beat, I had pushed Jason's mouth off my cock
  shaft and unlooped my belt from my pants. Jeff found himself over
  my lap in less than ten seconds. I was less than gentle with the
  belt and Jeff further apologized by rimming Jason's fuckhole.

  Problem solved as they say.

  Jason was significantly better about handling the extended
  chastity this time around than the previous 30 or 60 day periods.
  Overall he was being transformed psychologically. His sexual needs
  were becoming completely secondary to my own.

Business Trip
-------------

  Another reason to travel on "business" arose for me. That meant I
  faced a tough challenge to bring the boys or not.

  Jason had loved traveling to New York the first time--it had been
  his first trip out of Wyoming from what I could gather. But it
  would mean missed work and perhaps more serious questions about
  where he was getting his money, etc. I decided Jason was staying
  in Wyoming.

  Besides, the chastity belt firmly locked to his body and encasing
  his cock shaft and head would keep him out of any serious trouble.
  Then we have to turn to my older brother, and other sex-toy: Jeff.

  After pondering the matter for a bit, I struck upon a rather
  devilish arrangement to subject the two to in my absence. Jeff
  would be in charge, _but_ Jason's word would be golden on any
  disputes.

  To make matters quite explicit, I handed Jeff a wooden paddle and
  told him to discipline Jason, in front of me, for coming home five
  minutes late. Jeff was not used to punishing others and so this
  was a double test since I need Jason to know there would be
  consequences for his behavior over the next week or so while I was
  gone.

  After some marked hesitation, Jeff grabbed Jason firmly and pushed
  him over a table and ordered the younger, but much stronger miner
  to stay put for punishment. Jeff then began to swing the paddle
  firmly landing fifteen or so firm, but not overly painful blows on
  my miner-slave-boy.

  I remarked, "That's hardly got his attention Jeff. Jason
  misbehaved and needs to be *punished*." I put a tremendous amount
  of emphasis on the last word.

  Jeff tried again, this time the paddle was swung with quite a bit
  more force and I could hear Jason gasp softly as if catching his
  breath. By the tenth stroke, Jason was squirming and tensing his
  ass cheeks. Jeff looked at me and smiled before administering
  thirty more blows in rapid succession.

  "That's more like it," I exclaimed as Jeff stopped and Jason lay
  there in no small amount of pain. I kissed Jeff warmly, with
  tongue and then licked my miner boy's reddened ass cheeks.

  The three of us slept together that night and in the morning I
  headed off for Los Angeles.

My Trip
-------

  My business took me to Amsterdam. Amsterdam is a wonderful city on
  so many levels. First there is the fact that many, no most people
  actually speak English. For me, as a typical American Imperialist,
  this is most helpful. Then there is the openness about sex and
  sexuality in the Netherlands that I just love.

  Business first. I have a rather tidy sum of money invested outside
  the United States and much of it requires periodic direct
  management. This was an example of that. I am a 20% owner in an
  import-export business based out of Amsterdam and at least once a
  year I come here to review the books and assist in management of
  the company.

  There are three other principles, each with a bit over 25%
  interest in the company. There had been five of us initially but
  the other three had bought out the other American leaving me
  behind with a smaller interest. Although they could make decisions
  without me, after I had detected some fraud by employees on two
  separate occasions, I had managed to redeem myself in there eyes.
  I guess it keeps coming back to taking one to know oneÉ

  One of my partners, Gustav, in particular always attracted me. He
  had never been as annoyed with me as Enrik, Kaatje, or even--when
  she was still around--Kersten. On more than one occasion, I had
  speculated that Gustav was eying me. After our meeting today,
  Gustav proved me right.

  As the four of us gathered our brief cases to leave the meeting
  room, Gustav tapped me on the shoulder. "Might we talk over
  dinner," he asked. Though it was as much a question as a
  statement, or perhaps command, since his inflection did not change
  to correspond with a question.

  Somewhat puzzled but also interested, I responded evenly: "What
  time?"

  "Eight oÕclock at De Silveren Spieghel at Kattengat 4-6"

  He had planned this and this was going to be a rather expensive
  dinner as well. I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before
  eight and was impressed by the charming 17th century home the
  restaurant was in. The menu was somewhat uninspired to my New
  York-tastes; although, it had everything I had seen in Wyoming
  beaten hands down.

  He mostly talked over dinner about business and a bit about
  himself. He was unmarried. I was less than forthcoming, but did
  explain a bit about my move to Wyoming.

  No check came to the table--he had paid for dinner already.

  After dinner he suggested a walk, as his house was relatively
  nearby. I agreed. After a twenty-plus minute leisurely walk, we
  soon found ourselves outside his modest (by American standards)
  home.

  Then, he kissed me. Not a polite goodbye kiss, but a "hello please
  fuck my brains out kiss". I pointed my head towards his house and
  we entered. Gustav could hardly keep his hands off me as he kissed
  me inside the door and ran his hands around my muscular body.

  Now if youÕve read this far in my diaries you know that I do _not_
  generally approve of this sort of wild abandon. A boy should be
  made to wait. So I did the only proper thing, I grabbed his hands
  and then body checked him against the wall with his hands pinned
  above his head. "Patience," I said firmly.

  Gustav was clearly surprised but also horny as hell and continued
  to use his mouth like a snapping turtle almost to try and kiss me
  forcibly.

  I kept one of my hands pinning his harms in place and took the
  other to hold his forehead back and said, "I said patience."

  Surprised by my forcefulness, he exclaimed, "I want you David, let
  me suck you."

  "You'll be doing more than just sucking me off tonight Gustav," I
  said as I kept him firmly in place against the wall--a prisoner of
  sorts in his own home.

  I turned him around and brought his arms behind his back. From my
  pocket I pulled a plastic flexi-cuff and affixed it to his wrists
  thus securing his hands in place.

  "Now," I said, "let's take this at a more leisurely pace." As I
  walked from his foyer leaving him there facing the wall and cuffed
  with a plastic bracelet. I sat down on a nice chair in his living
  room and after about twenty seconds Gustav followed me in. He was
  clearly out of sorts.

  I pointed for him to kneel next to me. He did.

  "Gustav," I explained, "I have always found you quite attractive,
  but I intend to take this slowly and at my pace."

  He nodded eagerly and I could see a firm bulge in his pants.

  "Let's get your clothing off," I announced. I grabbed him by his
  shoulders and stood him up. Getting his "bottoms" off, e.g. pants,
  shoes, etc., was easy. But how to do the top part with the cuffs.
  I went to his kitchen and found a scissor.

  Gustav shook his head in shame as I cut off his nice dress shirt
  to avoid removing the handcuffs. Naked and thoroughly humiliated
  in his own home, he was quite a sight.

  A small part of me wanted to call Enrik and Kaatje over to see
  their fellow Dutchman in such a compromising position. I resisted
  that temptation and instead stood him, buck naked in his own
  window. Front facing out with his cock to the world.

  It was relatively dark so the actual chances of someone seeing him
  were small, but the level of terror this introduced for him and
  the amount of control this gave me were significantly greater than
  anything else.

  While he stood in the window, I relaxed in his chair and
  periodically got up to refill my glass with some of the expensive
  brandy he kept in his living room. I made a point of making noise.

  If he turned his head towards me I would shout, "Eyes forward."

  By midnight, I had made him stand exposed for nearly an hour and I
  was ready for him.

  I guided him up to his bed and pushed him onto his stomach. With
  just a pillow underneath for support, I lubricated his fuckhole.

  Then, after sliding on a condom, I fucked his tight fuckhole.
  Later, I discovered that Gustav was a virgin prior to that fuck.
  In the meanwhile, I rammed my thick, massive, eight-inch-plus
  powertool in and out of his tight hole with tremendous force.

  Though forced to take my cock up his ass, Gustav moaned and
  shouted in appreciation as my massive cock pumped in and out of
  his tight hole. When I finally shot my load inside is fuck hole he
  was sweating like a pig and bucking slightly to try and get my
  cock deeper inside him.

  I pulled out relatively quickly after orgasming and turned him
  onto his side. Still cuffed with his arms behind his back,
  Gustav's cock was fairly erect.

  I pulled off my condom and forced my cum from the tip of the now
  limp plastic sack towards the opening. I rubbed my cum onto
  Gustav's face. His cock stiffened appreciably.

  "Can you untie my hands," he asked. I smiled and shook my head,
  no.

  With my cum thoroughly rubbed into his face, I took his stiff
  uncut cock in my hand and began to stroke it ever so gently. I
  paid close attention to his breathing so as to ensure that he
  would _not_ orgasm.

  It was now past two in the morning and I was in no particular
  rush.

  For the next six hours I milked Gustav's cock in slow motions. As
  the young Dutchman came close to the edge of orgasm I would
  abruptly stop and inflict some pain to his nipples or balls sac to
  prevent any completion. During the six hour session a considerable
  amount of precum managed to ooze forth from his cock head and out
  underneath his foreskin.

  I used a coarse sponge to periodically clean his cock head of the
  oozing precum and also to prevent the young business man from
  having an orgasm.

  Then I decided that I wanted Gustav to suck my cock so I forced
  the boy out of the bed and onto his knees. There in a kneeling
  position with his hands helplessly and at this point rather
  painfully restrained behind his back I thrust my erect tool into
  his mouth, deeply.

  Gustav gave quite a good blow job. When he finished I took him to
  the bathroom and released his hands with a pocket knife from the
  cuff. His hands were then bound over his head to a metal shower
  rail.

  Some chaffing marks were visible since the plastic flexicuffs are
  not particularly well designed for bondage sessions, but that did
  not bother me particularly.

  In the shower, I used the coldest possible water to clean his body
  and paid particular attention to his _cock_ and _fuckhole_. In the
  cold water, his cock shriveled up and his nipples became quite
  erect.

  After the shower, I left him there without drying him off. I told
  him that I wanted to go get some things from the hotel and that I
  would be back in about two hours, and of course "not to go
  anywhere".

  I made haste across the city to my hotel room where I had some sex
  toys I wanted to use on my cock-sucking, Dutch, business partner.
  However, I took care to take my time on the way back to Gustav's
  house. Entering exactly two hours and five minutes after I left
  and then making a point of making quite the racket downstairs
  without going up to help Gustav.

  When I did finally go up it had been three and a half hours and
  Gustav (and I) had been without sleep the night before. A CB-2000
  chastity cage went on--I like them for travel and for their
  flexibility for men you encounter while traveling. This would
  prevent any unnecessary activity till I departed, I explained.

  After the CB-2000 was in place, I used a knife to release the
  flexicuff and told him to stay naked for the rest of my stay.

  I'll share some more about Gustav and the remainder of my stay
  with another diary entry perhaps...

Return Home
-----------

  I arrived back in New York City first and then flew onward to
  Wyoming by way of Colorado and then a three hour car ride form the
  airport. By the time I reached the house I was in no mood for
  shenanigans.

  Jeff and Jason had other ideas for me in mind though. As I walked
  through the door, Jason verbally assaulted me with a barrage of
  criticisms and allegations concerning Jeff's behavior over the
  previous two weeks. Jeff similarly wasted no time rebutting each
  point and laying out several allegations and complaints of his
  own.

  I grabbed them both by their ears and walked them outside to the
  forest clearing behind the house. I tied them to the a single rope
  facing one another and after cutting a fresh switch, administered
  a dozen or more violent strokes to each boy's back side and
  buttocks.

  Chastened they quieted down--although there was considerable
  sobbing. I took them back inside and told them I didn't want to
  hear another word until morning and we all went to sleep.

Jason's Version
---------------

  Jason and I sat in my office with Jeff outside waiting his turn to
  tell me what had happened. Jason explained that things had gone
  well the first few days until he came home late from work.

  Jason explained that Jeff got extremely angry at him for coming
  home late--even though Jason's chastity belt was still securely in
  place and he had done nothing wrong. I kissed my miner fuck-toy on
  the forehead and indicated for him to continue explaining.

  Jason explained that Jeff took out a razor-strap that I sometimes
  used to punish them and wanted to take Jason outside to the
  clearing in the forest behind the house but that Jason refused.

  I fought to avoid showing expression--particularly dismay and
  nonchalantly said, "Keep going."

  "Well, we started fighting with words but Jeff kept pushing me so
  finally I grabbed the strap from his hand," Jason said proudly.

  "I see," I responded evenly.

  Jason continued somewhat smugly, "Finally I just took _him_ out to
  the clearing and showed him a thing or two with the razor strap."

  "Anything else happen," I asked.

  "Naw, we both behaved other than that," Jason said acknowledging
  in a sense the wrongfulness of the situation.

Jeff's Version
--------------

  I sent Jason out to the hall and called Jeff into the room. Jeff
  immediately got on his knees in cock-sucking position and I
  decided to oblige him.

  My lover for so many years I knew Jeff in and out. I also knew
  that Jason's version of the story was likely quite true, Jeff had
  been so totally submissive to me for so long that perhaps I had
  made a mistake in judgment leaving him in charge. Plus, given his
  slender frame he was no match for Jason's studly, miner boy build.

  The only real question was whether Jeff would tell the truth about
  what happened. He did not.

Punishments All Around
----------------------

  Rather than alleviate their tension and anticipation of possible
  punishments, I returned Jeff to the hallway and spoke to both of
  them.

  "I am disappointed about what happened here while I was gone and I
  am disappointed in both of you," I said in lecture tone.

  Both boys were already naked as they frequently were around the
  house. I took Jason by his head and guided him to one of the front
  windows in the house. I made him stand in presentation position
  with arms laced behind his head in the open window. Jeff was
  positioned at a nearby window in the next room--thus both were
  outside the other's peripheral vision.

  Standing between the two of them in the foyer, I continued the
  lecture: "You will both remain in this position all day and not
  leave for *any* reason whatsoever. At ten o'clock I will take you
  both upstairs to the bathroom and then to your bedrooms. You will
  be woken up at seven o'clock given another chance to use the
  bathroom and then put on display again to further think about your
  conduct. Finally, tomorrow night at ten o'clock we will discuss
  punishments."

  With that, I walked back into my office to take care of some
  business. I didn't wander back out until around one o'clock and I
  noticed Jason had lost control of his bladder. I scolded him
  verbally--as well as Jeff for craning his neck to see--pushed
  Jason's face and hair into the wet urine and then stood him back
  up in position with his own urine soaking his hair and dripping
  down his face.

  By nine o'clock I could see both boys were struggling to remain in
  position from fatigue, but I did not waiver in their "thinking
  time" and only exactly at ten o'clock did I escort them to the
  bathroom and allow them to use it without talking.

  I sent both of them to their separate bedrooms and reminded them
  to stay put.

  Seven o'clock sharp I roused them from bed--they were both
  exhausted--and led them to the bathroom and then back downstairs.
  I considered whether to give them any food or even water and
  decided against it.

  By noon, I could tell Jason was having trouble standing from shear
  exhaustion and Jeff was not far behind. I bent ever so slightly
  and forced them both into a kneeling position with a small towel
  under each knee cap for support.

  At ten o'clock, I called them to my office and sat them both down
  to discuss the matter of punishment.

  "Both of you deserve to be punished," I announced matter of
  factly.

  Jeff shook slightly and Jason was also a bit taken aback. I think
  Jason in particular viewed the window-display of the past days as
  punishment enough. I know he was in constant terror that someone
  would pull up the drive and see him.

  "Jeff," I said, "can you explain to me why you need to be
  punished?"

  "Sir, yes sir," Jeff said stammering slightly. "I need to be
  punished because I was supposed to be in charge and messed up and
  because I was less than truthful to you in explaining what
  happened."

  Amazing what a little time to contemplate the error of your ways
  does for a boy. "And a fair punishment would be?"

  "A thrashing to tears in the woods," he said with his voice
  trembling.

  I nodded and looked over to Jason. His conversion from putative
  heterosexual miner to my fuck-toy had been mostly without serious
  punishment. Especially when compared to the type of thrashing that
  was necessary for this type of misconduct.

  My philosophy about true punishment is that it requires that the
  recipient be unwilling and unable to stop it. There are no "safe
  words" and the point is to move the recipient beyond tears and
  into severe pain.

  Jason stayed silent.

  "Jeff," I said, "what do you make of Jason's silence--does he
  perhaps think he does not deserve punishment?"

  Jeff--wisely--did not answer, but Jason took the bait. "Sir,
  please sir, I am sorry, butÉ"

  I cut off Jason, "No buts, no excuses. We are past that point
  Jason, right now I need two things from you the first is to
  acknowledge your misbehavior and the second is to acknowledge you
  need to be punished. I if you are not prepared to do those two
  things then you can spend more time in the window."

  "Sir, I am sorry sir, you left Jeff in charge and I screwed up by
  trying to boss him around and I deserve to be punished," he said
  his voice trembling.

  "Good then," I announced. "Jeff you will be first, tomorrow at
  five o'clock, I expect to see you in the woods naked, waiting for
  me, *at* five o'clock."

  "Yes sir," he responded.

  "Jason, I expect you there at eight o'clock sharp."

  "Yes sir," Jason responded.

  "Ok you can use the bathroom and then go to bed, if you want you
  may have some water, only."

  Both boys scampered out of the room in slight terror that I might
  start the punishment right there and then

  I waited till about five minutes after five in the morning to make
  my way to the clearing. Jeff was there naked, waiting.

  I guided his hands into the rope restraints and left him bound.
  Some marks were visible still from the minor thrashing they both
  got when I came home from Amsterdam.

  I talked to Jeff for a few minutes before administering the
  punishment, reminding him why he was being punished and that the
  punishment would continue until he had been crying for quite some
  time.

  Then, I began to administer the birch. Freshly cut, there was
  still some sap dripping from the end I was holding. I was
  extremely forceful even with the first few blows. This was a
  punishment after all and it behooved me to make sure that by the
  end, Jeff was in excruciating pain.

  Repeatedly I laid blow after blow with the birch on Jeff's bare
  buttocks, back, and thighs. Further as he writhed and turned to
  try and avoid the sting of the birch some marks would land even
  more painfully on less-muscle covered areas such as the side of
  his legs.

  After about four minutes and fifty hard strokes he was screaming
  loudly in pain for me to stop. I hit harder and faster. After ten
  minutes his entire backside was lined with red marks and quite a
  few around his sides from attempting to avoid the birch.

  By fifteen minutes we were past Jeff's pain threshold and he was
  crying, no bawling. He was also screaming and howling like a
  banshee after each stroke.

  I kept up the corporal assault with the birch. Punishment has to
  go past tears. Deep welts began to rise especially around the
  buttocks where I had started to concentrate the blows.

  I continued for some forty five minutes with Jeff in tears for
  about thirty of them before finally stopping of my own accord to
  avoid breaking his skin during this punishment session. No inch of
  his back side was white any more, from his shoulder blades to the
  back of his shins, red marks lined his body.

  Still restrained, I came around and held him letting him sob and
  cry in my arms from the pain.

  After he calmed slightly, I undid his restraints and carried
  him--fireman's style--up to his room and laid him face-down on his
  bed. I went away and returned with a tray of food and some water.

  I sat with Jeff until around five minutes past eight and left
  indicating that I wanted him to stay in his room except to go to
  the bathroom.

  Jason would be more difficult to punish. I even checked his
  bedroom to make sure he had gone down to the clearing. He had.

  Once down there I found him crying already and he immediately
  began pleading for me not to punish him.

  "Jason you are about to about several hundred reasons to cry from
  a rather severe birching," I said matter-of-factly. "I suggest you
  pull yourself together and contemplate your bad behavior."

  I lifted his arms over his head and into the rope restraints. I
  went away for a bit to cut a fresh switch for the punishment. I
  returned to find he had pee'ed himself in terror.

  It hardly seemed necessary to rub his face in the dirt-urine mix
  as his hair was still matted with urine from two nights earlier
  and he reeked of urine.

  I focused on the task at hand and began violently administering
  the punishment with the switch. I was more forceful than with
  Jeff, this time I focused on landing fifteen to twenty extremely
  forceful blows a minute on Jason's exposed body.

  The effect was marked. Almost immediately he began screaming and
  howling in pain after each stroke. Further as he twisted around
  attempting to avoid blows and I landed them anyhow on whatever
  part of his body was exposed he would howl louder.

  It took only five minutes to reduce my miner fuck-slave to tears.
  That's when the punishment really started though. I continued the
  onslaught with the switch for another thirty plus minutes through
  Jason's tears, pleas, and screams.

  Red was the rule on his backside from shoulders to heel. As I
  wound down, I focused the last few minutes of intense punishment
  on his buttocks with the intent of making it particularly
  excruciating to sit for several days. Jason took notice and
  obliged by crying louder and screaming more.

  Finally, when I was afraid that one more stroke might leave him
  bleeding, I stopped and held him much like I held Jeff.

  The next morning, both boys were still quite sore and I called
  Jason in sick from work. Jason apologized to Jeff and I indicated
  that next weekend Jason should *request* that Jeff administer the
  razor strap punishment that had started this whole affair. Jason
  nodded meekly in agreement.

  Both boys were particularly attentive the next night as well to
  *my* sexual needs. While they are always quite good, I find the
  night or three after a severe punishment a boy is even more
  attentive. Jason in particular started a new thing of licking in
  between my toes that I find both slightly ticklish and quite
  intensely erotic.

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