Date: Wed, 04 Jul 2001 08:47:07 -0700 From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com> Subject: gym-stud-7 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. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. .. _Nifty_Archives <http://www.nifty.org/> $$