From: jw@accessone.com
Subject: Seattle jock slaves
Date: 14 Nov 1996 01:01:16 GMT
Organization: NWBC

Here is a portion of a story from one of my jockboys, 
I would like to have others as well, but would prefer them to be in the 
Seattle area, and early 20's in age. 
If you like bondage, and some jock humiliation, let me know.
By the way,, this story is absolutely true,, enjoy!!!


I am Jerrys e-mail Jockboy.  Well, thats what I usually am but tonight I 
am his Jockslave.  I am 24, live in Washington DC, and am fucked for the 
night.  I have known Jerry for about six months now and we share a lot of 
the same interests, after all, that is how we met.  We both like the 
glimpse of a jockstraps leg band under a random runners shorts, the 
outline of a cup under lycra, the simple sight of a jockstrap, the bulge 
through a guys lycra shorts.

We started talking about what we liked to see others wear and what we 
liked to wear ourselves.  After a couple of conversations, I became his 
jockboy, pledging to always either wear a jock or a cup-jock at all 
times.  This was a change for me as I usually just wore jocks and cups 
during my workouts.  I would occasionally wear a cup while running but 
that what the extent of it.  During the day I would wear boxers and at 
night I always slept naked.  All that changed.  If I did not hear 
anything from him, I was to wear a jockstrap.  Usually, however, Jerry 
had me wear a cup which started to make my cock and balls more and more 
inaccessible.  He always had me wear a banana cup, the bright yellow one, 
with the banana supporter, a white one that has the word BANANA written 
in large black letters on a yellow label.  Where ever I wore it, I always 
had to make sure that the waist band was pulled up high so that it could 
be seen by the whole world.  The first day that he had me wear it was a 
Saturday, under a pair of black lycra shorts and a short t-shirt.  I was 
embarrassed by the bulge that the cup made under the shorts.  To tell you 
the truth, I was also kind of embarrassed by having to spend the whole 
day in spandex shorts.  What was interesting was that I realized how many 
times I touch my cock unconsciously during a day.  When ever I had an 
itch, I would try to scratch by was stopped by the cup.  When ever I 
would start to get a random hard-on during the day, the cup would prevent 
it.  Having to sleep with one on was also an adjustment.  My dick would 
strain to harden during the night and I would always be stopped by the 
cup whenever I wanted to touch my cock.

Our relationship continued and he started to send me packages in the 
mail.  These would be boxes with fun pieces of athletic clothing like 
football pants, lycra shorts and tights, jockstraps, dance belts, thong 
swimsuits, etc.  There would also be a smaller box which I was not 
allowed to open until I was told.  The first time I got a package like 
that, I couldnt wait with excitement to see what was in the little box.  
I was told that I had to go to a mall in an old t-shirt and shorts that I 
could throw away.  I was to go to the bathroom, remove my clothes, rip 
them up so I couldnt put them back on, and then open the box to see what 
I had to wear home.  

I had done exactly as I had been told.  I only wore sneakers, and old 
pair of running shorts (no underwear or jock) and a t-shirt.  I got into 
a stall and stripped.  Standing completely buck naked, I ripped up the 
shorts and the shirt and opened the little box.  I saw blue material, 
like sweat shirt material.  It didnt look to bad.  I took it out and 
unrolled it.  All of a sudden, I felt completely fucked.  Rolled up in 
the sweat shirt (which was cut off) was a banana cup in  a white 
supporter and a pair of white Onionskin shorts (very short) with the 
lining cut out.  I gulped and pulled on the cup followed by the shorts 
which felt like I had practically nothing on.  Then came the sweatshirt, 
coming down to just above my navel.  The shorts were so transparent that 
I might as well not have been wearing anything.  I gathered up my courage 
and left the stall.  As I walked by the mirror on the way out, I looked 
at my backside.  You could easily see my ass and the two straps from the 
cup that cradled my ass cheeks.  The bathroom was in the food court 
section of the mall and I made my exit as quickly as I could.  The only 
problem was that Jerry had not let me take my car but made me ride the 
bus.  I foolishly agreed.  Now I was on the bus practically naked.

The second package that he sent me was the same idea.  I had told him 
that I found the first one a little extreme and he said that hed tone 
this one down a little.  I was to go to the mall again and to the 
bathroom the same as before.  This time, however, I was to spend and hour 
shopping after I had put my outfit on.  I went to the bathroom stripped, 
destroyed my clothes (nervous as all hell) and opened my box.  I first 
saw gray and then something shiny.  I pulled out the most beautiful 
cockring I had ever seen.  It was stainless steel, heavy, and an inch and 
a half wide.  I immediately put it on knowing that it would be impossible 
if I waited any longer.  It fit perfectly, a little on the snug side 
actually.  Next I pulled out gray lycra Hind tights.  I put them on and 
realized that they were size large, kind of baggy.  As soon as I pulled 
them all the way up, I realized what Jerry was doing.  Because they were 
a little on the baggy side, there was no real support and so my throbbing 
cock just bobbed and swayed beneath the tights, clearly visible to all.  
And, because of the rings size, it never really let my cock become 
completely flaccid.  Walking around was very difficult, especially since 
I had been wearing either a jock or a cup for the past couple of months 
and now all of a sudden, I didnt have anything to keep my cock restrained.

Chastity has also been a big theme in our relationship which brings me to 
the position that I am in as I type this.  In one of his boxes, Jerry 
sent me one of his chastity belts.  It is a single handcuff bracelet to 
which there is a curved metal tube welded.  My dick goes through that 
tube (which has a cross bar at the end so that my cock cant peek out the 
other side) and then the cuff is locked around my balls and the base of 
my cock.  Once that is closed, the cuff cant come off.  However, the cuff 
is held more firmly in place by a leather belt that goes around my waist 
and a belt that goes up my ass crack.  All this is locked to a locking 
post in the back.

Tonight, Jerry had me go on a run wearing white dance tights, a banana 
cup, and a cut off sweatshirt.  He had me take the keys to the padlock in 
the back and the cuff with me and I had to run for three miles and then 
hide the keys.  I got back home and called him.  First he punished me by 
making me put on a very tight dance belt, coat the inside of a cup with 
Icy Hot, and then put the cup inside the dance belt.  After my 
punishment, he has me put on the chastity belt.  Before I locked on the 
ass strap, however, he made me shove a medium butt plug up my ass.  The 
strap is then pulled tight, pushing the plug further up my ass, and then 
it was locked into place.  Jerry had also sent me two leather wrist cuffs 
that fastened with D rings and two combination padlocks.  I had been 
instructed to make two 18 inch dowels with eyebolts in both sides.  The 
bottoms of the dowels were attached to the cock cuff.  The top of the 
dowels were attached to the leather wrist cuffs.  These cuffs were then 
locked with the combination padlocks.

I am naked except for the chastity belt.  I have a butt plug shoved up my 
ass and locked into place.  I am horny as hell and my hands are locked by 
dowels 18 inches from my cock so that there no way I can either touch my 
balls, my cock, or even adjust my plug.  It is also ten oclock in the 
evening.  I have to spend the night like this and only will I get a call 
tomorrow morning at eight from Jerry with the combinations to the 
padlocks.  Or, he said, I might have to call in sick.....