Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2001 21:01:03 -0700 From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com> Subject: gym-stud-8 Gym Boy Cum: 8 ============== 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. By popular request here is some more information about Michael's visit. Pain ---- An intense searing pain woke me. **CRACK** "Wake up," a voice bellowed from me. **CRACK** I came too and realized that my hands were suspended over my head and that I was dangling from a tree branch. Another sharp crack of pain and I came to fully. Things came to me slowly. First I realized I was outdoors in a field. **CRACK** The blows were landing slowly and quite painfully, I let out a scream; however, I realized that my tormenter cared not about my pain. I had selected David for that reason from reading his stories. **CRACK** But we had discussed that there would be no sex... OWWWW!!! "Let me make sure I have your attention," David said as he began to increase the speed and force with which what I knew from having read about his older brother Jeff and his gym stud slave Jason receiving this treatment was undoubtedly a freshly cut switch. "Michael your wife has gone home, she very much enjoyed watching your humiliation yesterday. Especially when I fucked you," he said and then landed ten blows in such quick succession that I lose my breath. "She says you didn't show her the chastity belt or explain why she was coming here to visit," David continued pausing before landing a particularly violent blow across the center of my buttocks. I started to scream and call out for help. For just a fraction of a second I thought I heard a slight snicker but a sharp crack of the switch behind and away from me told me that an audience: Jeff and Jason was watching. After several dozen more vicious blows I was released and David carried me into his office. Rape Number Two --------------- Inside I was made to stand in Dave's office again. My wife was not here today but my memory of the previous day's humiliation was quite fresh. Additionally, I realized that during the night, in my sleep, I had been shaved leaving no hair on my body except my eyebrows. Even my lush full head of brown hair had been shaved off in the night. David opened a cabinet housing a wet bar and in the mirror at the back of the bar I caught a sight of myself. Aware of my moment of self consciousness, David spoke "Good. A bit of humility will help you understand your place." Taking a drink for himself, he stood in front of me and looked off at his boys as if I wasn't even there. "Jason," David said. The young muscular stud came closer. A gruff midwestern Wyoming miner Jason looked every bit the tough heterosexual. But, I knew better and the metal chastity belt encasing his cock confirmed his slavery to the man who now held the keys to the equally tormenting CB-2000 that kept my cock in place. "Jason, Michael here is into his eleventh day of chastity. How long has it been since your last release," David continued. Jason responded, clearly being careful not to seem too eager, "one hundred eighty, SIR." "Perhaps we should dispense with drawing it out and let you lose on this handsome fuck toy slave?" Perhaps too eager Jason chomped for the prize--my fuckhole--and yelped, "YES SIR." "Step back," David said clearly dismissing the eager boy. "JEFF." "SIR," the frailer, but older brother, of my tormenter responded stepping forward simultaneously. David stared at him and then me. "Two hundred and sixty seven SIR," Jeff responded without having to be asked. Before I could object, protest, runaway, or do anything else David grabbed me and pushed me over his desk. No words were exchanged and I felt David's brother ram his cock into my fuckhole against my will. The worst part: with my ass, legs and back sore from the birching, my cock caged in a plastic cell, and my body being violated, I found myself aroused. I could definitely feel my cock straining against the plastic barriers of the CB-2000. This fact was not lost on David who said, "Fuck the boy Jeff he's liking you forcing yourself on him." I started to try to get off the table to protest my predicament and David grabbed my head and slammed me back onto the table forcefully. "FUCK HIM," David exclaimed again as Jeff pumped into me harder, raping me. My only solace was that my wife was not standing by today watching and she hadn't seen me get hard. When Jeff finally came, the orgasm was massive and lasted for what seemed like five or six minutes. David kept me pinned bent over his desk and lectured to me, "this is what I am training you for. Now, Clean yourself up Jeff. "You seem to enjoy being fucked by guys," David continued. When I started to say something he lifted my head from the desk and pushed it back down--hard. "I was not asking for your opinion. Jason come here so I can unlock your belt." David kept me firmly pinned to the desk as he unlocked his gym stud slave. "One hundred eighty days you say?" "Yes, SIR." "Do you promise to viciously rape this worthless 'heterosexual'?" "YES SIR." Rape Number Three ----------------- Jason was much larger and much less gentle on my ass than Jeff, or David, had been. With several powerful strokes Jeff rammed his way in and out of my fuckhole like a violent jackhammer. I screamed for him to stop and he just fucked me harder and worst of all my cock stayed rock hard inside the plastic chastity cage but not without enough room to become erect or to achieve orgasm. "STOP," I begged but Jason just raped me more brutally. David let go of my head and I found Jason forcing me onto the floor and on my back and then I was being fucked so he could watch my face and watch me scream for him to stop. He kissed me and then orgasmed inside me. Like Jeff the orgasm was intense and seemed to go on forever. Unrelenting he kept forcing me to kiss him violently working his mouth and forcing his tongue into my mouth. The harder I tried to fight him the more he just used his strong body to pin me down. I had been made a bitch and treated like I had treated my wife and the mistresses and hookers I fucked. "Jason will not stop until you kiss him back," David explained as if having a man being raped on his floor was no big deal. I followed instructions, I found myself enjoying it. The humiliation, the submission. David was helping me find freedom. Rape Number Four ---------------- I started to cry like a baby when Jason pulled out, but continued to keep my arms pinioned firmly to the office floor. David took off his pants and kneeled down between my legs. I started to kick my legs and realized my mistake as Jason moved my arms under his knees to keep my pinned and then his strong arms pulled my legs over my head. Bent over myself and crying like a baby I was forcibly raped again. I screamed, tried to kick, and cried but nothing helped. David's assault on my ass was ore violent and more intense than the previous day and more intense and with **absolutely no** concern for my pleasure. Only his. There were as David explained while he raped me only two things I needed to learn: obedience to and pleasuring of my master or mistress. My pleasure, my pleasure was at the discretion of my master or mistress. I screamed and cried louder as David continued to fuck me. He didn't stop till he orgasmed and even then his cock stayed fairly rigid and he continued to fuck me solely to torment me and hear me cry. "Tie him up with his ass exposed like that in the bedroom and stick a five inch butt plug in him," David said finally pulling out without any regard to my feelings. Jason quickly grabbed me and dragged me out of the room. Rape Number Five: The Buttplug ------------------------------ Legs doubled over my head I stayed for hours with a massive buttplug logged in my ass. Without a clock I had lost all sense of time. But I had woken to a birching with the sun still rising and between my doubled over legs I could now see the sun setting. My fuckhole had been used and abused four times today alone and I was helpless to stop it. Worst of all after what had to be like six or more hours being fucked by the hard metal plug, I was getting to like the sensation. A lot. My cock had stayed rigid in its plastic cage now for a few hours and I was I realized hoping that David might come fuck me again. I saw no one and received no food or water that night, just a long steady fuck from the butt plug logged in my ass. I didn't sleep either. Morning ------- By morning my legs were quite cramped and I called out first vaguely, "Help". But then more specifically: "Please David, I enjoy being fucked, please..." It took an hour and my throat and mouth were dry, but he finally arrived. I knew by then what I had to do, "Fuck me David, please fuck me, please use me for your pleasure." The butt plug came out and his cock went in. Over the month I lost track of time but the treatments were unrelenting: shavings, enemas, fucking, whipping, birching, spanking, belting, tickle torture, hot wax, tit torture, you name it I was subjected to it. Everything but orgasm. Twice I can remember extended cum denial sessions but never an orgasm. Also, David made me write extended journal entries. [David: I kept the entries and am sharing some of them with you.] Wife Visit #1 ------------- About two weeks in David was permitting me to sleep unrestrained since I was keeping the butt plugs and other objects required by David up my ass all night without trying to remove them. I came downstairs with the long double dildo up my ass with a full foot or more still sticking out I had to walk clenching my cheeks to ensure that the dildo did not fall out. Sitting at the table with David drinking coffee and chatting casually was my wife. I nearly let the dildo slip onto the floor. That would have been a serious mistake, just four days earlier I had been whipped quite severely out in the field with the birch for dropping the same dildo when I had been instructed to use it to fuck Jeff and Jason. "Come in, and get under the table and lick your wife's pussy," David said without missing a beat and quickly returning to his coffee. I hesitated and David clearly was pissed he stood up and picked a small tawse off the table. In less than ten seconds I was ass up over David's lap with a huge dildo sticking up. **WHACK** **WHACK** **WHACK** I tried my hardest not to cry in front of my wife but David was unrelenting with the tawse. "What were you told to do?" **WHACK** **WHACK** **WHACK** "Lick my wife's pussy SIR," I said fighting back tears. "And you hesitated why?" **WHACK** **WHACK** **WHACK** The pain became too intense and I started crying as David continued a brutal onslaught with the tawse. After about ten minutes he stopped the punishment and pushed me onto the floor. I struggled to keep the dildo in place lest I incur a whipping outdoors. Still crying like a baby I crawled under the table and did something that just days earlier would have been unthinkable: licked my wife's pussy without any regard to my own pleasure and without any ability to get direct pleasure. "Thank you David," my wife said as I began my licking. Not thank you Michael who was on his knees with a dildo up his bright red just spanked ass licking, but thank you David my rapist and punisher. "I've had him practive fucking my boys with that dildo so he can stimulate them quite well without being able to orgasm himself or really exert any control over the person he is having sex with," David explained. Now the practice sessions the past week made more sense. I had to back into Jeff or Jason and work the dildo into them so that they would enjoy it despite their cocks being caged. A small complaint from them and David would rain a dozen or more blows with the tawse on my back and if I dropped the dildo, well I didn't drop the dildo after the first mistake. "I'ld like to see that," my wife said as she stood up and pushed the chair away. I quickly scurried around and pushed my ass up into the air showing my wife where I could easily maneuvre the dildo. She squatted slightly and slapped my red ass cheek saying, "pleasure me for once you fucker." I worked my ass up and maneuvred the dildo into her pussy and began to move my ass up and down to work the dildo in and out of her. She moaned pleasurably and after twenty minutes of extensive work on my part I succeeded in bringing her to orgasm. She pulled off me and walked out thanking David on her way. Reward ------ "Stay," David said to me, "your wife was quite pleased. If you stay put for five minutes and enjoy her smells on you, then I will clean you up and give you a reward. The minutes seemed like hours and then I found myself being lifted--by Jason of course--and dumped into a bathtub. I allowed Jeff to shave me without and resistance and Jason to soap me down. I could tell they enjoyed doing it. Naked except for the chastity belt I was escorted downstairs to the office. My "reward" for good behavior had three parts. The first part was a tollyboy style metal and leather chastity belt of the type that was a permanent fixture on Jason's midsection. The second was that David would be keeping the key. The third was that Monica, my wife, and David had agreed that I would have to visit David at least once a month or she would divorce me. I foolishly tried to run out the door, but Jason tackled me and helped Jeff force me into a straightjacket. I was pushed over the desk and Jeff and Jason, at David's instruction, took turns brutalizing my ass with a razor strap. After David instructed them to stop, the tollyboy was attached with the strap holding a butt plug in my firey red ass. David made a point of showing me the key used to lock Jason's chastity belt was on the same key ring that held the key that locked my belt as we put the key ring back into his pocket. Still trapped in the straightjacket I was carried upstairs and unceremoniously dumped in the bed. David walked in and said, "I'm quite disappointed with your behavior after being shown the chastity belt, I was initially going to make Jeff and Jason suck you off to orgasm instead you got your ass whipped." He pulled the blinds and curtains shut leaving me in darkness and walked out shutting the door. I cried sobbing. I had been reduced from a millionaire internet CEO to a fuck toy for my wife. It was a long and continuing fall. Last Night ---------- On what, David announced was my last night for this stay, I strongly suspected that my wife would arrive. It had been over forty days since my last orgasm and I had started to become accustomed to the tollyboy that was my new "second skin" At ten o'clock David summoned me to follow him to his office the lights were off save a library-style desk lamp. I quickly bent over the edge of the desk presenting my ass for either punishment or fucking as David might desire. I was a quite different man than the one that had entered forty days earlier. David instructed me to finish my last journal entry. [David, I'll pick up from here.] Blackmail Photos ---------------- I showed Michael several long videos of him willingly sucking cock or getting fucked by Jason and Jeff. There were photos of him being shaved. Photos of him after whippings. Videos of whippings and more. What little shred of dignity he had remaining clearly faded away. I had him sign model releases for several of the photographs and then stuck them in a large envelope and locked them in the safe in my office. Schedule -------- I present Michael a calendar with several four day weekends highlighted. The calendar is a four year planning calendar and the dates stretch from 2001 through 2005. You will be here those weekends I explain twirling the key to his chastity belt in my hand casually. He nods agreement speechless. Wife Visit #2 ------------- Monica enters as I slide the key into my pocket without giving him the relief he so tremendously desires. I hand her the tawse and walk out of the room. In the morning Michael comes downstairs still naked red bruises are quite visible on his buttocks, thighs and calves. I ask Monica, "Better?" "Much," she responds and kisses me bye and then hands Michael skimpy running shorts and a skimpy T-shirt to put on as they head out the door. September 2001 Update --------------------- Michael has had five monthly visits. During his visits, I make it a point to take him to the back room at my gym and strap him to the exam table and extract his cum slowly and painfully. He reports to me that he is no longer working outside the house and spends all day at home naked. He particularly hates visiting me since it means visiting airport security in the tollyboy--quite embarassing. And most importantly, Monica reports that Michael is ~quite~ focused exclusively on her sexual pleasure and he has not seen another woman since his visit. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. $$