Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 02:30:38 -0800 (PST)
From: hugh questorius <questorius@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Humiliator 4

Chapter Four

THE JOCK STRAP
Part 2. Penitential Punishment


"Brother James SJ is a teacher at a Catholic boarding school and is exactly
what you'd expect a Jesuit to be - tall, lean, severe, fearsomely
intellectual and tortured by sex.  His vows of celibacy mean, as far as he
is concerned, that he must not only forswear the sexual act but that even
thinking about sex is a sin.  An erection therefore is the work of the
devil and masturbation is damnation.  As the poor sod is a paederast, his
work among young lads in his care is daily torture.  He tries to discipline
himself by means of mortifying the flesh - self flagellation and bondage,
but as he is also a masochist this only heightens his sinful arousal, a
condition which merits harsher acts of self discipline, which in turn
heightens his sexual need and so on in a vicious spiral until he either has
a wet dream or, worse still, actually masturbates.  At this point his need
for penance and punishment is so great that he comes to me "for help"!

"By coincidence, I'd had a letter from him, begging to "be allowed to make
a pilgrimage of penance" to me, as he so quaintly expresses it, on the very
morning of the day of the police rugger match.  So, having literally beaten
the fuck out of Mike, I quickly saw the potential of the soiled jock strap.
I sealed the soggy thing in a plastic bag and posted it to Br. James
telling him that as an act of penance he was to wear it continuously for
the next six days until I was ready to receive him and that this would
prevent him from 'interfering with himself'.  Naturally, I had no doubt
that it would have the effect of keeping him a state a near - permanent
sexual arousal so that by the time he came to me he would be in a state of
gibbering need.

"On his arrival I ordered him to strip off his cassock and interrogated him
about his sexual peccadilloes, especially whether he had indeed worn the
jock continuously and had refrained from handling himself.  Miserably, he
said he had. 'So, you have been able to quell your sinful urges' I
stated. Even more miserably he moaned that no, he had not, that he had been
tortured by "unholy lusts" and begged me to help him by means of imposing
"the harshest corrective discipline".  I cupped my hand under his crotch
pouch and found that not only was he tumescent but that the pouch was
soaked with lubricant pre-cum.  This was exactly as I expected for I have
never known a man produce fuck-juice as freely as he and I had no doubt
that the jock would have been virtually continuously wet for days.
Nevertheless,I pretended to be outraged by this evidence of his
uncontrolled and shameful carnality and made him squirm under a tirade of
abuse.  Cringeing, he begged me to take him to the punishment room "to
purge his guilt".  (Don't you just love the language of these religious
fanatics? But I'm very happy to manipulate it to serve my own ends!)

"As usual, he was wearing a long strap high round his chest. This crossed
on his back and came up under the armpits, very tight, to buckle at the
back of his neck.  The effect would be to force one into a round shouldered
stoop to ease the pressure, but needless to say it was a matter of pride to
a Jesuitical fanatic to maintain a rigidly upright posture at all times, no
matter how harshly the strap bit into the flesh.  Apparently he had put it
on at the same time as the jock strap and had worn it continuously too.  To
remove it was not so much a question of taking it off as of peeling it out
of his flesh, leaving an ugly red weal.

"Usually I would double it in half and wrap it once around my knuckles
which still left a loop over two feet long - a pretty vicious implement -
but this time I stretched it taut between my hands at shoulder height so he
could see, and slowly twisted one end round and round until it would twist
no more.  Then I swiftly brought both ends together so that it twirled on
itself to make a single twist of double thickness leather.  He watched with
a sort of fascinated horror, knowing exactly what I was doing, knowing that
the twisted strap would always present a mixture of doubled flat and
doubled edge as it impacted on his body and that the force and weight of
flat and edge would be the same but concentrated into a much smaller
surface area where the edges struck . . .

"Nor did I wind it once about my fist.  I held it up before his eyes and
let it hang, nearly two an a half feet of twined rawhide strap.  I nodded
solemnly and without a word he folded his arms across his chest like a true
penitent, dropped to his knees and, bowing his head low, offered the whole
length of his lean, muscular back to the lash.  I flogged him with vigour
and severity.  "Mea culpa" he moaned, "mea maxima culpa" as the leather
scarred his back.  No question of tying him down like Mike.  He needed to
submit himself voluntarily to the lash.  However, he is always much less
keen to perform the next act of penitential self abnegation - to suck me
off.  This he really hates but knows he must do and that I'll just go on
beating him until he does.

"When at last he had satisfied me, I made him stand while I stripped the
jock from his loins.  It was soaked with fuck-slime and a long bright
string of it dribbled from his cock. I made him lie on his back while I
tied ropes round his ankles and hoiked him up to the meat hooks in the roof
beam until only his head and shoulders remained on the floor, his hands
firmly bound behind his back.  His legs were splayed wide apart so that his
genitalia were blatantly displayed in a way that must have been acutely
distressing to a man who spent so much energy trying to deny his sexual
nature.  More to the point, it left him conveniently exposed and vulnerable
to my attentions.

"With ostentatious show I pulled on a pair of bright yellow household
rubber gloves to underline that I was going to work on an obscene and
disgusting area of his body.  The gloves made it a bit difficult to fix the
straps and buckles of the cock harnesses and to knot the leather boot laces
round his balls with precision, but a bit of awkward fumbling between his
legs was no bad thing.  He yelped and whimpered and pleaded most
satisfyingly as I worked, but his rigidly erect cock and copious dribble
told a different story . . . especially when I forced in the butt plug.
Finally I grasped his cock in my rubber-clad fist and slowly jerked him
off, ensuring that his spunk spurted straight down into his face.  I
smeared it over his face and chest and made him lick his semen off the
glove - the ultimate degradation.  He was a bit reluctant to do this, but
when you are helpless with your legs in the air, you are wide open to
persuasion.  'Let this be a lesson to you to abjure the dirty sins of the
flesh' I told him sternly.  Then I released the bonds and made him don his
cassock over his beaten and defiled nakedness and sent him out into the
night with the admonition to "go forth and sin no more".

"So, there is no actual Jesuit semen on the jock - but it has been
liberally marinaded in lots and lots of sweat and sin and suffering and
seepage.  Think on that when you come to put it on - but not yet.

"There is one more man's smell in it, and I want you to know about him too.