Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2015 20:20:18 -0600
From: Ken Duxbury <kenduxbury52@gmail.com>
Subject: The Disagreement, Part Two

This story is a work of fiction.  It is the second part in a two part
story, not originally intended to be put on Nifty. It involves legal,
consent aged men, with titles (such as Sir/boy) denoting Dominant or
submissive persons.  This work is not to be recreated or copied without
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THE DISAGREEMENT

PART 2

The Day After

	I woke up the next morning on my sofa.  I apparently had drank
myself into a stupor.  The bottle of Patron was half gone, and there were
several discarded lime wedges on the coffee table.  My face felt a bit
crusty from the salt of dried tears.  I felt the weight and insistent
firmness of the tube device on my cock.  I was wearing only the black jock
from yesterday, cum crusted on the pouch from when Erin had raped me.  I
really felt a rock bottom low at that moment, looking at the bag of the
remains of the keys.  I was still in shock, in my half-drunk mind, from
seeing that bag where I had thought the keys would be.  Well, he didn't
lie.  He did leave the keys for me, right where he said they would be.

	I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and realized I still had
the metal plug in my ass.  I pushed it out – very painfully – and
completely evacuated.  Sitting there, feeling the device dangling into the
toilet on my now useless cock, I fought back emotions of hate, anger,
injustice, sadness, futility, and finally calmly decided to just deal with
it.  Maybe he's just fucking with me.  Who would permanently lock another
dudes cock up like this, without his consent?  I remembered that we would
be meeting for dinner tonight, and held on to a slim hope.

	I finished up in the bathroom, made some coffee, grabbed my old
pack of cigs and took that wonderfully strong first cup (the first few
drops are better than liquid gold) out onto my patio.  I sat in my lounge
chair, sipping coffee and smoking an old, stale cigarette.  A few coughs,
and I started to wonder why I had quit the things in the first place.  I
might have to take up the habit again, take off the edge of all the stress
of my current predicament.

	I relaxed for a while longer, then decided to get cleaned up and go
about my day.  That sick little bastard might have taken my sex away from
me, but he wasn't going to break me.  I found it was easy to clean out the
tube if I put some soap on a q-tip, then worked it around inside it.  Thank
you god for that.  Nothing was worse than the smell of old, stale piss.  It
really was surprisingly easy to clean and rinse out.  I finished up, when
to my bedroom and opened my underwear drawer.  I was surprised.  Nothing
but brand new jocks, either red or black.  I rummaged through my drawers
and dirty clothes for a pair of underwear.  Nothing.

	So, the little bastard had apparently decided that I was supposed
to be wearing jocks for underwear.  Well, no shame in that I guess.  I
pulled a new black one on.  I threw a pair of white running shorts over it
and a black wife beater that barely covered my navel, socks and runners and
headed to the gym.  I got a few hoots from the guys I knew at the gym.
"Damn, didn't know your ass was so nice!"  and "give daddy a taste of that,
honey..."  One guy, Tom, gave a cat call and felt me up.  It was so fucking
humiliating.  Finally I got pissed off and told them to knock it off.  Tom
just gave me a leering grin, sticking his tongue between two fingers then
thrust his hips forward, but everyone backed off.

	Tom was one of those model handsome guys, but didn't come off like
he knew it.  Of course, he did, but he had no once of arrogance about him.
He was confident and a tad cocky, but never in a condescending way.  He was
slightly taller than me, and quite a bit more built.  He probably
outweighed me by a good fifty pounds, mostly muscle.  His curly blond hair
framed an absolutely exquisite, pale face, with steel gray eyes to
accentuate his incredibly masculine yet humble demeanor and appearance.
And his cock, well, his cock was legendary at the gym.  Guys talked about
how there was no way they would ever be able to take it.  He was, simply
put, the best looking stud I ever laid eyes on.

	In the locker room, Tom came up and grabbed me from behind.  I
froze.  He started working his big hands over my tits, then felt down to my
crotch, grabbing the metal tube and fingering it for a minute.
	"I knew it."  He said quietly in our deserted row of lockers.  "You
finally got your little dick placed in chastity.  Someone decided to take
you down a notch."
	"Tom, c'mon, let it go.  It's nothing."
	"Yeah, Caleb, it is nothing.  It was nothing before it was in this
tube.  And now it's still nothing."
	"I'll get out of it."
	"Good luck.  Kyle told me what was planned, man.  You do know you
deserve it.  You also..."  He thrust his huge hard cock under my towel and
into my ass crack.  "...deserve this."

	Tom said nothing more.  He spit on his hand, placed it on my hole,
then started to slowly push in my recently ripped open ass.  I stifled a
cry, not wanting to call attention to what was happening.  It was strange.
I didn't fight him off; tell him to fuck off like I would have before.  I
just let him.  I let him fuck me.  Oh...I was falling, and falling fast...
	"Yeah...nice and tight pussy, boy...been wanting to bust this cunt
open for a long time now."  He whispered in my ear as he slowly eased in.
He spit some more on his hand, and applied it to his cock, getting it
slick.  His ass wrecker just kept easing in, slowly.
	"Ahhh..."  I couldn't help it as a slightly loud exclamation of the
pain from his entry escaped my lips, I was sweating, panting softly.
"Please, no...please..."
	"You're getting it, and you're getting it now.  Gotta have that
ass..."  He whispered as he nibbled my ear.  Finally he bottomed out.  I
felt his pubes against my smooth cheeks.  He worked in and out slowly, for
what seemed like an hour.  I had lost all sense of time though, really.  I
started feeling good just moments after the initial pain.  I couldn't get
enough.  I wanted him to fuck me, and fuck me hard.  I told him so.
"Shhh...you can't handle that yet.  And definitely not here..." Tom said as
he kept working his eleven (eleven!!!) inch, fat, fuck stick in and out of
my pussy.  "But, you'll get it good soon.  Yeah, my new cunt boy, real
soon..."

	I was trembling.  I felt like my whole ass was exploding.  But I
bit back all the cries and shouts and screams rising from my gut.  I felt
him tense up, then his cock expanded in me as he blew his load in one final
thrust deep inside my former ass.  "Oh...my pussy..."  I panted.  I
stopped.  What the fuck did I just say??  Did I call my ass a pussy?  I
hung my head in shame.  Tom giggled and nibbled on my neck.

	"Don't be ashamed, baby.  You're admitting what it is, and it is
beautiful."  He hissed the last part out.  I just stood there against the
lockers as he wiped up and dressed.  He patted my ass before he left and
said "See you later, cuntboy."  Loudly.

	My towel fell off; I didn't even bother to pick it up.  I just
stood there for a while, leaning forward against the lockers.  Cum started
running down my legs from my freshly fucked ass.  I felt destroyed.
Humiliated.  Used.  Broken.

	One guy named Brent walked over.  I always hated him.  He was my
biggest rival at the gym.  He laughed a bit.  "I always knew you were just
a fucking cunt at heart.  Cum running out of your fucked pussy, dripping
down your legs.  What a fucking disgraceful puss."  He exclaimed, grabbed
his bag and walked out.  I cried a bit, still standing there, then pulled
myself together, put my clothes back on, closed my locker and left.

	The rest of the day went pretty well, actually.  After I left the
gym, of course.  I went to the grocery store, dressed in jeans, boots and
the same wife beater I wore to the gym.  It was pretty nice out, so I took
a stroll through the park about midafternoon, looking at the swans swimming
in the river.

	While watching them gracefully land, swim around, then take off
again in the slow moving currents of the water, I decided it was time to do
some reflection on myself.  This could all be happening because of what
Erin had stated.  I guess I was kind of an asshole.  I didn't treat my
bottoms very good.  I generally fucked the shit out of them, and then
tossed them aside when they started to bore me.  I never paid for their
dinners or movie tickets.  I didn't care about their feelings, and when I
would see that specific twinkle in their eye, the one that told me they
were maybe thinking of me as more than a fuck buddy, I would end it.  I
would berate them if their feet smelled, or if they didn't clean their
pussy out before I fucked them.  If they wore something that was maybe not
too flattering I would bluntly state it.  If they changed their hair cut or
appearance to something I didn't like, I would dump them.

	Thinking back through all the various guys I had screwed, I came to
the realization.  No.  I wasn't a very nice person.  I let some tears fall
and sniffed back some snot.  I was an egocentric asshat.  I wiped the tears
away and continued to watch the swans, their grace reflecting my disgrace
starkly.  Poignantly.  If one could speak, I would imagine it would tell me
`This is how we are in nature.  Your reflection of us is like looking in a
broken, burnt mirror'.  The birds continued to land and fly off, sending
small wakes through the slow moving current of the river.

	I had enough.  I knew what I needed to do now.  It was time for a
makeover.  Finish what Erin had started.  Except, I would be making over
who I was, not just how I dressed.  I got up from the bench, and started
walking home, a new purpose in my stride.  I wasn't aware of the gentleman
watching me intently.

The Dinner Engagement

	I jumped in the shower and got cleaned up, cleaning the device yet
again.  After, I opened the closet and saw the outfit Erin had left for me.
Black latex sleeveless shirt, light blue and well-worn jeans were on the
red hanger.  I decided on a red jock for the night, as the black one had
started to stink a bit from the gym and a somewhat smelly cock tube
throughout the day.  I would have to learn some tricks to keeping it
cleaner, unless Erin truly had not destroyed the keys and left them exactly
where he said.

	I pulled everything on, plus my Harley boots.  Looking in the
mirror, I noticed the jeans were so faded and worn in certain places that I
could see through to either skin or the red jock in certain spots, and the
seat rode right up my ass crack.  Seemed to have been planned.  I headed to
the restaurant where I was to meet them, and arrived 10 minutes early.
They were at the bar, and they all smiled and waved at me.  I was nervous
and didn't know what to expect, but I strode confidently over to them
anyway.

	"Hey, Caleb.  Lookin' damn fine, boy..."  Kyle said, quite
sincerely.
	"Yes.  I think I did a good job picking out that outfit.  Slutty,
but still masculine and sexy.  Very nice."

	Steve just regarded me with a flat, unreadable stare, his welcome
smile gone.

	"Um...yeah.  Actually, fits just perfect.  Thanks...I guess."

	A waiter came over, and told us our table was ready.  We got
seated, and he brought menus and asked us if we would like something from
the bar.  After the guys were done, I asked for a bottle of beer.  Not
wanting to get too drunk, but still wanting a bit of hair of the dog, I
figured that would work perfect.

	"Well, let's cut the shit, shall we?"  Steve bluntly stated.  Erin
looked at him and placed his hand on his dad's arm.  "Don't worry, son.  I
won't beat the shit out of him here."  He flexed his arm, probably about
twice the size of mine, and I knew he was serious.  "You hit my kid,
asshole.  But.  You didn't leave any bruises or black eyes or split lips,
so I'm going to let this one slide.  However."  He leaned over the table,
and got closer to me, his steel blue eyes boring into mine "You ever touch
a hair on his head again, and you will be around long enough to regret it.
Understood?"

	I nervously gulped and nodded.  "Yes Sir.  I'm sorry Erin."  I
looked at him, genuine remorse in my face and voice.

	"Apology accepted."  He replied, with little emotion.

	Spurred on by potential peace and my own remorse, I continued "And
Kyle, I've given a lot of thought today about how I've been with you and
others.  I've been a complete jerk.  I didn't treat you well.  You deserved
much better than me."

	"Yes.  You are correct Caleb.  Although I'm not quite as quick to
accept an apology as Erin, over time you will prove it to me."  Kyle
bluntly stated.

	The waiter brought our drinks then, and we halted the conversation
until he was out of earshot thankfully.  I continued then "Look, I really
have given this a lot of thought today guys."  I felt my eyes getting
misty.  "I concluded that it was time for not just a physical make over,
the one that Erin forced on me, but a personal makeover also.  I know you
probably don't believe my sincerity, but hopefully you will.  I'm hoping
that by leaving that back of metallic dust, you were just fucking with my
head Erin."

	"Actually..."  He didn't finish right away.  I was literally on the
edge of my seat.  He looked me right in the eyes, locking his greens to my
blues, unflinchingly and unapologetically continuing.  "...I wasn't fucking
with your head Caleb.  I was truthful.  Those were the keys.  Were."

	I just stared at him, and took a deep breath.  But I said nothing.
They were in control here, not me.  And something about him just kind of
cowed me.  Was it because he forcibly took my virginity yesterday?  Was it
because of how he had tricked me the night before that?  Was it because he
decided I wasn't man enough to have body hair?  I don't know.  For the
first time in my life, I actually felt submissive to another man.  It was
excruciatingly hard to admit that, especially considering he was half my
age.  He proved himself to be smarter and more capable in every respect so
far.

	"No one here expects you to change overnight, Caleb.  But you will.
I took your cock away.  Then I took your masculinity.  Then, I took your
ass and made it a cunt."  He kept his firm gaze on my eyes.  "You even had
an orgasm from it.  Ejaculated.  Only a submissive bitch does that.  You
had no stimulation to your little dick whatsoever.  Think about that.
Hard."

	We stopped the conversation for a few minutes and Steve suggested
we decide what to order.  I wasn't very hungry all of a sudden, so I
ordered the chicken salad.  I saw each of my dinner companions grinning as
the waiter took our order and walked off.

	"All of that being said, it's not going to be that hard for you
Caleb."  Kyle started this time.  "You will have to adjust, and you are
going to be horny 24/7 for the rest of your life.  I know from
experience..."  He stopped and reached over, placing his hand on mine.
"...that the morning piss hardons are going to be a real bitch, and
learning to keep it under control is going to be just as bad, if not worse.
But, you'll get the hang of it."

	"Think about it this way, Caleb.  In your self-reflection at the
river today, watching those swans..."  Steve said, and looked at me and
halfway grinned.  "Yes, I was watching you.  Anyway, when you were there
and you were going through everything you've done, you realized you hurt
men on a regular basis.  Men that only wanted to be with you.  Be treated
as equals.  Or at least like a human.  You hurt them.  But we've taken your
ability to hurt anyone else..."  He took a sip from his cocktail.  "away."

	"For that, you should thank us, Caleb."  Erin finished.

	I waited to make certain they were done, thinking heavily about
what they said.  I looked around the restaurant.  Then sighed, and looked
each one in the eye.  "I'm sorry.  And..."  I paused for a minute.
Continuing as genuinely as possible, I squeaked out "...thank you."

	The rest of the night went by, moderately paced.  I actually
started having a good time.  I started smiling at them, and they returned
the smiles to me.  We chatted casually, each of them telling me about their
latest conquest or love interest.  We ate, and had a few drinks.  Dinner
was surprisingly good, even though I still wasn't that hungry.  My stomach
was still somewhat queasy from the earlier announcements.

	As the evening was wrapping up, Kyle looked at me and said "One
last item of discussion, Caleb.  None of us will be using you for sex.  We
won't be giving you the pleasure of our lust or love.  You are going to
have to find that on your own.  However, Erin and I will be requiring your
service.  Once.  Each.  I will be letting you know when.  I will text you
with the details when the time comes, but it won't be until next month.
Until then, you have some adjusting to do."

	"Go out.  Find dates.  I suggest Recon and Fetlife, you should find
some Men on there that will be more than happy with a permanently locked
boy.  This city is large enough and the kink population is large enough, I
highly doubt you will have a problem getting to know some people.  Who
knows?  You might even find love.  Tom seems to be taken with you, isn't
that what he told you Kyle?"  Erin concluded and Kyle nodded in
confirmation.

	We said our goodbyes, and Kyle reminded me to answer his texts when
he called for service.  I promised I would, and definitely meant that
promise.  I was already hornier than I had ever been in my life after
looking at the three gorgeous men all night.  I walked home instead of
taking a cab, enjoying the fresh but warm night air, and instead of
thinking about the negatives I focused on the positives.  I had massive
twinge of horniness, and decided right there I loved that feeling very
much.  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

The Future

	I grew accustomed to the chastity device.  I had tried to escape
it, naturally, but the lock wasn't pick-able, and the only thing I could
think of was getting it cut off.  But something sharp enough or hot enough
to cut through stainless steel and titanium, that close to my cock?  Not
happening.

	The first two months were utterly miserable.  I could barely keep
myself from getting an erection.  At the times when I did, I was in agony.
It bit savagely into my cock.  I would wake up about once a night with a
piss hardon too.  I stayed home mostly, and nursed my aching and locked up
cock.

	Somewhere along the third month, I noticed a difference.  I was
still horny every minute of every day, but other parts of my body became
more sensitive.  My pussy and prostate, especially.  I really had begun to
think of it as a pussy instead of an asshole.  It started bringing me
indescribable pleasure, and my orgasms were far longer lasting than what I
used to have from my dick.  Sex took on a new meaning, and grew far more
intimate.  I started seeing Tom on a regular basis, actually concerned
about his pleasure and satisfaction.  That was a positive first for me.  A
completely new feeling, and one I liked a lot.  I think he did too,
although he never came out and stated it.

	I got the promised texts from Kyle.  And, as promised, they didn't
have sex with me.  Kyle made me watch while he and the chick I had fucked
up his date with so many months ago when I had him in chastity fucked each
other stupid, him to her with his cock and her to him with a strap on.  She
giggled when he stripped me.  "So this is the dude that had you locked in
chastity that time?"  She asked.  "Yeah, that's him."  Kyle responded.
"Doesn't look so tough to me."  She snickered.

	What could I respond with?  She was right.  After they were done
and cleaned up and everyone had dressed, Kyle walked me to his door, then
stopped me.  He pulled me to face him and spoke as he looked me in the eye.

	"I understand why you were the way you were now, Caleb.  I almost
feel a bit guilty for making you watch Simone and I making love.  She's my
partner now, by the way."  I looked down at my feet, my heart feeling heavy
as I saw traces of hope evaporate from someone that I thought might take me
in his heart and love me in my new state.  "Don't forget this.  You're my
friend now, and your debt has been paid in full.  Everything is forgiven.
Now, go.  I don't think you want to stay for the rest of the night and see
more..."  He trailed off as he opened the door and I shuffled out, looking
back at him once with red eyes.  I turned and walked off as he watched me
go.

	I had been hanging out with Tom a lot, and really enjoyed our time
together, but was pretty non-committal.  But, I came to him whenever he
wanted, and I guess that was good enough for him.  He made me feel good,
and I tried my best to return the favor.  It wasn't just sex, either.  We
would go out every so often for cocktails, or to dinner, or to a movie, or
hiking.  We had, it turned out, many interests in common.  He was, in my
estimation, someone that finally made me feel right again.

	The next text, a couple months after the text from Kyle, came early
in the day.  I was to meet Erin at the address provided.  I did so, and he
told me to follow him to his new house.  As I was following him and the
neighborhood became increasingly expensive, and we finally got into an area
where I couldn't see the houses from the street due to landscaping, privacy
walls and foliage.  We pulled up to one gate, he punched in a code at the
box, and we pulled up a long driveway lined with trees.  The house, when we
got to it, looked like a multi-million dollar home.  I was star struck.  I
got out and just stared.

	Erin came over to me, and after I told him just how impressive I
thought it was, he laughed a bit and ordered me inside.  Another guy, about
six foot even, very handsome with dark hair like mine, cut like mine,
opened the door and welcomed me and gave Erin a big kiss.

	"Up to the bedroom, Jimmy."

	"Yes Sir."  Jimmy responded.

	"Follow me, Caleb.  I want to show you what was almost yours.  Till
you fucked up and I couldn't trust you."  Erin said without much emotion.

	I dutifully, but mournfully, followed.  In their bedroom, they
quickly got undressed and started to passionately make out.  I was told to
strip to my jock and stand a few feet from the bed, watching them as they
lay down and made passionate love to each other.  Erin fucked Jimmy.  Then
Jimmy fucked Erin.  Then Erin fucked Jimmy again, both climaxing huge
loads, Erin inside Jimmy and Jimmy all over himself as Erin finished him
off while still in him.  They were a panting, sweaty ball of masculine love
as they made out tenderly but purposefully after their rutting.

	As for me, my cock decided to stay soft.  But my emotions couldn't.
I didn't love Erin, but the sight of someone who looked so like me making
love to him while I was made to stand there and watch was simply too much
for me to take silently.  I openly cried.  I knew that Erin meant to show
me, and had stated it to begin with, I was undeserving of him.  In any
respect.

	Jimmy looked pretty sheepish when they both looked at me, and
excused himself to the bathroom.  Erin got up and slipped his bikinis up,
then walked over to me.  He guided me to my clothing, and told me to dress.
I did so, wanting to be away from here.

	"I warned you when this all started not to fuck up Caleb.  Yes,
that could have been you.  But Jimmy is worthy of my love and Domination,
and has proven himself over and over again.  He's a good boy."

	The tears had stopped, and I looked at him with red eyes, but
didn't say anything.  He continued.  "I truly hope you learned from this.
And I can safely speak for all my friends that you used..."  He stopped,
looked at me and nodded.  "Yes, a number of them were my friends, but I can
speak for them, and we all say that the debt has been paid in full."

	He grabbed me by the hand gently, and led me out of his house to my
car, turned me to face him, and pulled my head down to him.  He kissed my
cheek and said "Take care of yourself Caleb.  You seem to have adjusted
well in permanent chastity.  You are looking well, better than when we
first met.  You are starting to do well for yourself and others, so keep it
up.  Don't forget this lesson."  He smiled at me, and I returned the smile,
even though it was tinged with sadness.

	As I got in my car, he grabbed the door and added.  "Oh, Caleb, one
more thing.  Think about Tom.  I know he likes you a lot, and I get the
feeling he sees you as more than just an ass to fuck.  Just think about the
possibility there."
	"I will.  And Erin?  Thank you."  I said as he closed my door.

	I drove down and off his property, headed home.  But, something
told me to make a right instead of a left.  Next thing I knew, I was
sitting in front of Toms house, with rush of blood in my face and my heart
beating fast.  I walked up to his house, to tell Tom how I felt about him,
how he made me feel like a man again, for the first time in months.  I
knocked on his big oak door, and embraced him and told him everything and
more, with tears rolling down my face, as he smiled at me, and gently shut
his door.

	"Shhhh...I know Caleb, I know, and I feel the same way.  I've been
waiting so long for you to admit it, admit that you need me the way I need
you.  Come on.  Time to come home, babe."  He said as he gently guided me
up to his...'now our?' I dared hope...bedroom.

The end.