Chastity++
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  **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, don't read it.
  
  **REMARK** This story picks up in the world set up the stories
  collectively known as the _Justin_Series_. If you haven't read
  them, I recommend them based on the overwhelmingly positive stream
  of feedback I've received.
  
  Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is
  purely coincidental.
  
  Author: TopLegal, toplegal@geocities.com
  
  (c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
  Usenet and the Web in full.

Prologue
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  As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big
  city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among
  other S&M proclivities.
  
Chastity
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  Three weeks ago to the day, Justin got his ass walloped for
  leaving work without the chastity belt. I had purchased the belt
  from a quality leather store in the city. The belt consists of a
  metal cage and fastens around the male with leather straps and
  secures with decent sized padlocks.
  
  The metal cage is quite the sight to behold. It consists of two
  metal layers. Both look like sections from a spider web. The back
  piece has a large opening for the cock and balls to slide through
  and then curves up following the body's counters till it reaches
  the midsection and then is secured to the leather strap. The front
  piece is hinged to the bottom of the first piece and has a slight
  bulge to accommodate the testicles and firmly sandwiches the cock
  pointing upwards against the backing plate. The front piece has
  cross metal every eighth of an inch making it possible to just
  barely touch the cock or to taunt it with a feather, but making
  serious contact impossible. Masturbation too is out of the
  question, with barely enough room for the semi-erect cock, the
  belt's wearer can't do much.
  
Internet Invitation
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  Many of you read the stories of my exploits with Justin on the
  Internet and after posting about Justin's walloping and his
  subsequent good behavior a "Rick" sent me an intriguing e-mail.
  
  Dear Sir:
  
  After reading about the chastity device you purchased for your
  slave, I began wondering if you would consider using it on me for
  an extended period, say a week or more.
  
  Rick

Response
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  The offer was too intriguing to turn down. I responded:
  
  Dear Rick:
  
  It would be my pleasure to assist you. Due to the belt's design,
  it will be necessary for you to be available to me during the time
  the belt is on you.
  
  Additionally, I will administer nightly spankings during the
  duration of your time in the belt.
  
  I recommend an initial period of 24 hours followed by a longer
  period to be determined later.
  
  Call me at XXX/XXX-XXXX to arrange details.
  
  TL
  
Offer Accepted
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  It took another week after my response for Rick to call me. It was
  surprised by his deep voice and assertive personality. We talked
  for an hour before discussing sexual matters.
  
  Rick is just out of the army and had served for over 4 years in
  South Korea on the demilitarized zone. Despite the temptations of
  the flesh available to him, Rick had become a masturbation freak.
  Rick told me how he would stroke his cock sore -- to the point of
  bleeding and cracking -- trying to squeeze orgasm after orgasm out
  of his body. Worse still, he couldn't stop masturbating long
  enough for his cock to get better.
  
  I asked Rick how he saw my diary entries and after some evasion he
  finally admitted to getting turned on by military control. Some
  more discussion revealed that Rick was missing the structure and
  discipline provided by military life.
  
  I explained how Justin and I lived and how successful the belt was
  at controlling Justin's masturbation. Rick asked if Chris would be
  around. I explained that it was likely Chris would be and that he
  would have to share a room with Chris.
  
  After some more polite talk, I described the belt again in greater
  detail and invited him to my apartment to see it on Justin.
  
Trial
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  As Justin left my office, chastity belt encasing his cock shaft
  between two metal layers, I warned him about Rick's visit. He was
  embarrassed and I reminded him that if he was not naked -- save
  the chastity belt -- when he answered the door that there would be
  consequences. With the walloping I had given less than a month ago
  still on his mind and his body still a bit sore, he cringed
  visibly and assured me that he would answer the door for Rick in
  the belt only.
  
  I kissed my handsome husband and sent him home from the office.
  
  I made it a point to arrive home around 8 and Rick was already
  there and chatting with Justin about the belt and trying to feel
  Justin's cock through the webbed front plating. Despite Rick's
  attempts Justin's cock shaft could not harden sufficiently to bend
  the steel and allow him release.
  
  I introduced myself to Rick and suggested that we sit down and
  chat over some drinks. With no prodding, Justin got up and brought
  over some soda and after serving Rick nestled himself at my side.
  
  "So, Rick, what do you think," I asked.
  
  "It is just like you described," Rick said. "If you put that on
  me, I won't be able to get off."
  
  "Tomorrow is a Friday, why don't you come over around 5 PM, and
  I'll get you set up with the extra one I ordered for Geoffrey."
  
  "Look man, I think that would be cool, for 24 hours right?"
  
  "Exactly Rick," I said. "I won't take it off till 24 hours later,
  but then we can go from there."
  
  "Could I try it for a few minutes now," he asked.
  
  "Certainly," I said. "Justin, could you get Geof's belt from the
  hall closet," I continued.
  
  Justin quickly fetched it and brought it out. I asked Rick to
  stand up. For the first time, I really drank in the manliness of
  his body. At 23, he was muscular and well developed everywhere.
  His dark hair was closely cropped and he stood a mere 5' 8".
  
  As this was going on, Chris came in from a party and sat down to
  watch. I could tell Rick was uncomfortable, but I just reminded
  him how much he needed the belt to help himself and he calmed
  considerably. As I handled his cock and balls to pull them through
  the hole in the lower plate, they stiffened considerably.
  
  As I fastened the straps, his cock hardened more, then the steel
  front cover swung shut smoothly trapping his erect cock
  uncomfortably between two layers of unyielding steel. I fastened
  the front with the padlocks and suggested he relax and walk around
  for a bit and that when he was ready, I would take it off tonight.
  
  His hands went to his cock, but were blocked by the tightly webbed
  cage shielding his cock from contact. I watched him rub his hand
  up and down the steel web vainly trying to make contact with his
  cock flesh. Slowly he looked at me and asked me to take it off. I
  agreed and removed it.
  
  I could tell he was sold on it for more than just 24 hours.
  
  I had Chris give Rick a tour of the room they would now be sharing
  and then made a point of giving Chris an early bedtime spanking in
  front of Rick. Rick's eyes opened incredulously as he watched
  Chris remove his pants for me without question and come over my
  lap for 30 firm swats on the buttocks.
  
  Rick was slowly learning that my stories to the Internet were the
  real thing and that when I said 24 hours or a red butt to the
  city, I meant it.
  
Spanking
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  After I spanked Chris and kissed him goodnight, I took Rick back
  out to the living room and asked him to come over my lap.
  
  For the first time, he balked.
  
  "Look I don't want none of that spanking shit," he said.
  
  I grabbed his muscular arm at the use of a curse to me and pulled
  his body right across my lap. "What would your commanding officer
  say to you cursing at him?"
  
  Off guard, Rick stammered and then fell silent.
  
  Justin handed me a leather paddle and I pulled Rick's pants down
  and administered 50 firm, but not violent swats to his bare ass.
  
  "Get up soldier," I barked.
  
  Rick complied and stood with his pants at his ankles at attention.
  
  "Ok soldier, report at 1700 hours for chastity treatment," I
  ordered.
  
  Rick saluted and replied,"Yes SIR!"
  
  After Rick left for the evening Justin sucked my cock and begged
  for his own chastity belt to be removed, I decided to wait a bit
  longer and had him rim me before removing the belt and spanking
  him. As had become more common since the chastity belt, the
  spanking produced and intense orgasm in my husband which wet my
  crotch with his warm gism.
  
  The belt off, he pressed his hot cock against me in bed and ground
  his pelvis into my wet groin, savoring his own cum that he had
  shared with me. We kissed and tongued passionately and then fell
  asleep locked in an embrace.
  
Friday
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  When the early rays of sunlight streamed into my eyes, my first
  sensation was of my gorgeous husband's hot flesh pressed against
  me. I lift his lips to mine and kissed him deeply. We talked for a
  bit about Rick and agreed it would be a lot of fun to have Rick
  around.
  
  At two, when Justin came to have his belt fastened to head out
  early, I found myself harder than usual anticipating Rick's
  arrival. We decided that Rick should keep a journal during his
  first 24 hours to assist us in helping him deal with his
  masturbation problem.
  
5PM
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  Rick arrived a minute late, I had him strip at the door and stand
  at attention. Justin supplied a leather paddle again and I bent
  him over and administered 5 swats for lateness, I also tacked on
  15 minutes of extra chastity. Rick accepted the punishment like a
  soldier and thanked me with a hearty "Yes SIR!"
  
  I let Justin attach the belt around Rick and then took the keys. I
  recorded the time, 5:13 PM.
  
  I handed Rick a diary and some paper and asked him to record his
  feelings, desires, anger, etc. I stuck him in Chris' room and
  suggested that he relax for a few hours before dinner. By 7 PM, he
  needed to piss and had come out into the living room to tell me. I
  shrugged and told him to stand in the window cock cage out at a
  full salute, he obeyed.
  
  At 11 PM, I told him to be at ease and led him to the bathroom to
  relieve himself.
  
  Part of the beauty of this chastity belt is that it not only
  controls masturbation, but it completely controls the slave's
  control over their excretory functions. After the bathroom trip,
  Justin supplied him a pleasant meal. I permitted a final bathroom
  trip at 1 AM and then administered a firm bedtime spanking in
  front of both Christopher and Justin.
  
  Christopher got his spanking next and then I took Justin's
  chastity belt off and gave him 30 blows, his orgasm in front of
  the other two men embarrassed him, especially when I made him lick
  it up.
  
  At 5 AM, Rick woke Justin and I pleading for a bathroom trip. I
  pulled him into bed and told him to hold it. When we woke up
  around 10, I made him wait till both Justin and I had gone before
  permitting him any relief.
  
  From his diary, I could tell that he had difficulty sleeping,
  frustrated but unable to masturbate he had paced around the hall
  and then the room and then written about how frustrated he was.
  The next 7 hours and 15 minutes would be much worse for him
  though. He decided not to eat or drink to avoid having a bathroom
  trip delayed, but also could not sit still and kept rubbing the
  front plate of the cage hoping for some satisfying contact, but
  not finding any.
  
  His diary reveals a brutal countdown to the belt's removal which I
  took my time with and made sure he spent till 5:28 PM on Saturday
  in. He thanked me for my attentions and masturbated in front of
  Justin and me.
  
30 Days of Hell
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  We then discussed a number of time frames for his next session.
  Rick, satisfied with the efficacy of the device, and the
  discipline I was bringing to his life suggested a week. Justin
  suggested a month and I concurred. After some though, Rick agreed,
  we would wait for the first -- a mere 4 days away -- and he would
  live with us for all of September.

Day 1
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  All day, my cock was rock hard, through several client meetings, I
  strained not to let my hard on show. When 4 pm arrived, I ducked
  out early, for an appointment... At 5 pm, the appointed hour, I
  found myself so turned on that I wanted to shoot a load just for
  the hell of it. Rick's lateness got me harder still and when he
  finally arrived a half hour late with a lame excuse about city
  traffic, I was ready to burst with a load of cum.
  
  Restraining those urges, I ordered him to strip. Then, I took a
  leather paddle and firmly, but not violently, spanked his ass once
  for each minute he was late. He apologized and then I announced
  that he would be wearing the belt a full three hours extra for
  this infraction. That clearly scared him.
  
  I examined his cock before affixing the device. The skin was sore
  and cracked from all the masturbating he had been doing. Past
  tense that is. For the next 30 days, he wouldn't be doing any of
  that.
  
  As I clasped the padlocks shut, Rick sighed as if relieved of a
  heavy burden. I handed him a diary and told him to stay naked in
  the house and then sent him to Chris' room which he would be
  sharing till dinner.
  
  His diary entry for the first few hours was particularly
  interesting:
  
  ...The metal is cold and is trapping my cock, I want to jerk off
  so badly... ...fuck this thing, I need to piss... ...fuck...
  ...shit... ...this thing is so fucking uncomfortable... ...I'm
  gonna march out there and tell that faggot that I want out...
  ...argh, it won't come off...
  
  I purposely waited till he came out to offer dinner or a chance to
  empty his bladder. Doing so served two purposes for me, it would
  give me an opportunity to spank him more severely for trying to
  welch on the agreement and it would reinforce my control over him.
  By 11 o'clock, not that Rick could tell since I had removed all of
  the time pieces from Chris' room, Rick finally came out like a
  rocket on fire.
  
  "Get me the fuck out of this faggot," he demanded.
  
  "SOLDIER, 50 push-ups, NOW," I responded.
  
  Trapped between his anger and the open threat of the consequences
  for disobeying me, Rick chose to obey orders. He dropped to the
  floor and began doing push-ups. From his diary entry later, I
  could tell how painful they were with his bladder full and his
  stomach starved for food.
  
  When he finished, I took the leather paddle and slapped his ass 50
  times, once again I used it mostly to humiliate and to indicate
  that it could cause severe pain rather than to discipline him,
  yet. After the paddling, I made him stand at attention in the
  window, chastity belt to the city for 40 minutes without any
  bladder relief.
  
  Just past midnight, I fed him and then made him stand at attention
  for another 20 minutes before permitting him a bathroom trip. His
  diary entries on the times he spent in the window and after
  spankings are amazingly revealing about the mixture of humiliation
  and arousal that I was creating in him.
  
  At 2 am, I sent him to bed after administering a firm bedtime
  spanking in front of Christopher. Then, I took Christopher outside
  the room and shut the door leaving it open just a crack so that
  sounds could come through. Then I kissed Christopher full on the
  lips and whispered to him that I was going to deliver a harsher
  than usual bedtime spanking -- with a razor strap -- so that the
  pain level and noise would trickle into Rick's hearing.
  
  Christopher eagerly came over my lap to accept the punishment and
  seconds later I was slapping his ass violently with the razor
  strap. I made certain that each blow was particularly violent and
  just ten strokes in, Christopher was mewling like a baby. Rick's
  diary revealed how disturbing he found both his own punishment and
  hearing Christopher get strapped:
  
  What the fuck man, he beat me like a kid before bed for no reason
  and in front of his faggot son no less. What a dick. And then my
  god what the fuck his kid did I can't imagine but when he came
  back in there were thick red lines across his butt and he was
  crying. Fuck this asshole. Argh! I want to fucking masturbate. And
  the faggot kid I'ld like to rape that sorry ass and really wipe
  that grin he had when he watched me get spanked off his smug
  faggot face. Argh! I tried pressing myself against the pillow to
  get pressure onto my cock but it mostly just pushed the fucking
  back plate of this fucking belt into me further. I want to take a
  fucking piss now.
  
  I must say, aside from the sheer level of control I felt over
  Rick, the pleasure I derived was mostly from reading his journal
  entries and seeing how completely controlled he was by the belt
  and how over the course of the month he slowly learned to accept
  the belt and my control.
  
Day 2
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  I had taken off from work so that I could be sure to have extra
  time to ignore Rick today. I sent Justin off to work -- sparing
  him a full day of chastity and then gave Chris a good morning
  present in the form of a private blow job outside of Rick's view.
  I ignored Rick's presence until he finally opened his mouth at 11
  AM and rudely demanded to take a piss and be fed.
  
  Twenty squat thrusts later, the smug look was off his face. Thirty
  strokes with a small wooden paddle gave him his first taste of
  real, but slight, pain. I followed the punishments up with 2 hours
  in the window and then without permitting him to relieve his
  bladder selected nearly translucent tight white lycra shorts and a
  matching top and took him out in the park for a walk holding my
  hands.
  
  His diary entries on these public walks reveal the total
  humiliation that these experiences provided:
  
  ...fuck... ...he made me walk around the fucking city naked...
  ...every god damn faggot in the park was starring at me... fuck
  them... fuck him... and fuck I need to piss... shit today I pissed
  my pants while he walked me... the faggot just starred at me and
  laughed as I did it... the tights he had me in turned clear and he
  paraded me around the park so everyone could see my cock caged
  right through the pants and see my piss fucking running all over
  me... then he beat me again when we got in the door... worse than
  he had before... he used some sort of leather belt... it must have
  been what he beat his faggot son with... I didn't cry but boy did
  he whip my ass...
  
  Little did Rick realize that I was holding back, making it sting
  but not striping his ass up. Before permitting him to pee and shit
  proper, I had him hand wash the lycra outfit for use the next day
  and then I fed him. Later that evening around midnight he was much
  more demure about his bathroom and food needs. He came in and
  politely asked when he would be fed and be allowed to use the
  bathroom.
  
  I kissed him and permitted him to eat and use bathroom right away.
  
  The evening ended with another spanking in front of Christopher.
  That night though I spanked Chris again with the razor strap, but
  this time right in front of Rick. The terror on Rick's face at the
  sight of young Christopher's ass being reddened with the strap was
  a delight in and of itself.
  
Highlights
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  In my own recollection of the events of that month, the third day
  was when Rick had a real breakthrough in terms of accepting the
  chastity belt. I think somewhere during that day he understood it
  wasn't some big joke and that I was planning to go through with it
  all the way until the thirtieth of the month. Further, I think he
  finally understood that I had absolutely no qualms about hitting
  him with a belt, strap, cane or paddle, hard, so as to really
  cause some pain and get some notice.
  
  His journal entries seem to reflect this although I notice that
  for him the real breakthrough was around day 7 when he finally
  recorded in his journal in the evening that he hadn't tried once
  the whole day to masturbate. That was ground breaking. Further, in
  his journal entry for day 15 it reveals that he let Christopher
  fuck him after he got strapped. The journal also reveals that his
  cock was straining against the cage while being fucked tormented
  and desirous of relief. For whatever reason though, that was not
  repeated, or if it was no note was made and Christopher never
  spoke of it at all.
  
  My favorite times that month though where when I exhibited Rick in
  the belt publicly, both by walking hand-in-hand with him while he
  was forced to wear tight lycra shorts and at several bars where I
  had him stand at attention for the evening completely naked save
  the chastity belt.
  
  Unsurprisingly these were the most embarrassing moments for Rick
  in the belt and his journal entries reveal an unusual mixture of
  embarrassment and pleasure from being so utterly publicly
  humiliated.
  
  By day 25, I was finding myself depressed that Rick would not be
  around to torment further by denying him orgasms and a chance at
  sexual release. Justin and I talked about whether he might be
  convinced to stay, I think Justin enjoyed having my more
  capricious and sadistic tendencies focused on another. Rick
  however never discussed his confinement or extending it.
  
Final Day?
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  When the last of the month rolled around, I felt saddened, Rick
  seemed perkier than he had in a few days. The last three or so
  days had been hellish for him with constant attempts to masturbate
  again in anticipation of his cock's upcoming freedom accompanied
  by severe canings at my hand. Rick and I sat alone in the dungeon
  bedroom watching a clock roll to 5 o'clock in the evening and then
  cuddled a bit while the extra hours he had earned passed slowly. I
  sensed the building frustration he had directed at the belt as we
  sat till midnight. As the clock chimed he didn't ask fearful of
  punishment, rather he just nuzzled his face against my chest and
  waited.
  
  I lifted his chin so our eyes met and asked if he really wanted it
  to end.
  
  "Please," he said softly.
  
  Slowly, I unlocked the belt, releasing it from around him
  completely for the first time in a month. Like a free prisoner
  tasting fresh air, his hands immediately went to his cock and
  stroked it.
  
  "Thank you," he whispered and kissed me.
  
  I handed him his clothing and watched him leave the apartment.
  
  To this day, I wonder where he is today. During his entire stay he
  never once called or wrote anyone or received any calls and for
  that matter when I had invited him to stay there were no
  encumberences binding him to any one place. My thought is that he
  is in some other master's home enjoying being fucked or
  spanked....

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