Date: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 23:48:29 -0500
From: growing_interest@lycos.com
Subject: Chase Becomes Chaste 2

Chapter 2 - A Chastening and a Christening

Chapter synopsis: While Chase loses his property and his dignity, our
narrator takes possession of his new condo and his new boy.

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The movers arrived bright and early. I had just awoken from a pleasant
sleep, dreaming all night of how I could punish Chase next. I felt
refreshed and empowered once more. It was that same sense of certainty that
gave me so much strength: I knew that everything Chase had done in his "old
life" was wrong and I knew it was up to me to punish him every day for the
rest of his "new life."

The man in charge of the moving crew gave me a firm handshake and
introduced himself as "Garcia." He was a handsome, middle-aged
man. Something nice to wake up to: an olive complexion, a strong jawline
accentuated by a tight beard, and overall rugged good-looks. Not my usual
type, but a looker nonetheless.

I explained to him that only a few pieces of furniture needed to be taken
over as I was assuming possession of an already-furnished property. I had
done some preliminary packing last night and there were a few boxes ready
to go. I motioned to my many book shelves and instructed the movers to box
up their contents and bring them all over today.

I gave Garcia my cell number and the address of the condo before heading
off, adding that, if I wasn't there when they arrived, Chase would be
"happy" to let them in.

I set out then on what I had planned for the morning. First of all, I swung
by the office of Vivian Warren's NGO for beaten and battered women. I
hadn't planned on staying long, but I got held up. The receptionist — a
sweet, young, pretty girl — seemed clueless as to what she should do
with the forms I handed her. She studied them a couple times and looked
back up at me.

"Sorry... This is, uh, my first day here."

That's when I noticed the name-tag she was wearing: "Juanita."

I guess I wasn't the only one who was setting things right. The maid that
Chase had raped, impregnated, and forced to have an abortion. The maid that
he had tricked his soon-to-be ex-wife into firing. This was her, gainfully
employed by Mrs. Warren once more.

No doubt Vivian Warren would be taking good care of Juanita from now
on. Though she was only a receptionist now, I suspected that Vivian would
perhaps be groom Juanita for advancement. She certainly deserved it.

I explained that Mrs. Warren would be expecting these forms and that she
would know what to do with them. These were the papers that guaranteed
Chase would get nothing from her in the divorce.

"Oh!" Juanita's eyes lit up and she gave me a beatific smile. "Ms. Warren's
divorce papers?! I will give her these right away!" She dashed off down the
hall toward what must be Vivian's office.

They were, of course, more than just divorce papers. Included in the
dossier I gave Juanita were also the documents that would leave Chase
utterly bankrupt and give me full possession of the condo he had so
unjustly tried to steal away from the Warren family. I hoped Vivian's
lawyers would make quick work of the contracts and agreements Chase had "so
graciously" signed and that, maybe even by the end of the day, he would
officially lose all legal claim to even a single penny.

My business with Vivian Warren was finished now that she had the forms that
would finalize everything we'd arranged. I didn't wait for Juanita to come
back, certain that nothing would stop her from getting the divorce forms to
Vivian. Maybe one day, when the right moment presents itself, I'll
introduce Juanita to the "new" Chase. She should know that his punishment
was far more than a simple divorce from his wife; it was a divorce from his
worldly possessions, his freedom, and his very manhood itself.

I headed out right after Juanita ran off. I had a lot to do.

My next stop was the Salvation Army, where I dropped off four big bags full
of Chase's old clothes. After Chase had thrown his old wardrobe off the
balcony last night, I collected the pieces I could still find down on the
street. In retrospect, it was thoughtless of me not to consider that there
were so many people in need who deserved Chase's wardrobe so much more than
he did. I hoped that someone else would find the articles of clothing I'd
missed and get some use out of them.

After Salvation Army, I drove over to The Market de Sade, a local sex shop
specializing in BDSM paraphernalia.

I recognized the man behind the counter, surprised to see that he was still
working here. Perhaps he was the owner? When Bryan was still around, we had
been frequent and loyal customers here. But this was the first time I'd
visited in years.

Either way, I was sure that I had seen this guy in here many times
before. He was hard to forget. His physical form alone was noteworthy, as
I'd guess he was at least 6'4" with a solid linebacker build. But what made
him especially memorable were things like the massive septum piercing
between his nostrils, the shaved noggin, the myriad of tattoos on his neck,
and the full sleeve of tattoos covering both arms. To top this off, he was
wearing a tight leather vest and matching leather pants. Though I couldn't
see him being much over 30, he nonetheless called the term "leather daddy"
to mind. This was someone who definitely "lived the lifestyle."

He gave me a nod and asked if I needed any help in a gruff but friendly
voice. I thanked him, but said I already knew what I was looking for.

I took my time perusing their selection, imagining for a while how Chase
would look with one of those massive, comically-oversized dildos fully
inserted up his ass.

Alas, I had to be reasonable for now. Given that Chase had been a totally
straight, alpha-type, domineering man in his old life, I had to assume even
the women he'd had sex with hadn't played with his ass at all. He likely
has a totally virgin asshole. I opted to start him off with something
small. As I've said, I'm a patient man. I can wait.

Still, I'd never seen anyone take one of those absurdly-oversized sex toys
in person and I made up my mind right then and there that eventually I'd
see one fully disappear into Chase's ass, come hell or high water.

I browsed a bit more, choosing a few more items along the way. I took a
handful of things to the register. The "young leather daddy" behind the
counter gave me a coy smile while looking them over.

"Are these a gift for someone special?" he playfully inquired.

This struck me as an intrusive question and I gave him only a curt
response: "Yes."

"Good, good... You know, I'm glad to see you've found yourself a new boy,"
he added as he scanned some barcodes.

I gave him an quizzical look, unsure how he would know this. I got no sense
of telepathic powers from him. If he wasn't reading my mind, what in
particular tipped him off to my having a "new boy"?

He continued, "You probably don't know this, but a lot of the staff around
here were envious of the relationship you had with your last boy. Most of
them could only dream of having that kind of relationship that balanced
serious kink and mutual love so well. It was sad for all of us when we
heard through the grapevine you two had broken up... You guys had a lot of
`fans' in the community."

I guess it made sense, what he concluded. Bryan and I had expressed our
kinkiness quite publicly. He never called me anything other than "Sir" or
"Master," no matter where we were or who was around. And I suppose when we
visited The Market de Sade, we weren't exactly discreet. In fact, I'd
usually make my comments as loudly as possible, embarrassing and
humiliating Bryan by making sure everyone knew he'd be taking huge new
dildos up his ass and hard new paddles on his ass as soon we left the
store.

If this guy knew from that that I was a Dom, and here I was purchasing
paddles, dildos, and butt plugs once more, then it must mean I have a "new
boy."

But I only gave him a wane smile. His comment brought up mixed feelings in
me. Yes, this was a "new boy," but I regretted that this wasn't love. I
might never again have "that kind of relationship that balanced serious
kink and mutual love so well."

I chose not to dwell on it and changed the subject. There were a few items
I needed that they didn't have on the shelves, so I placed an order for
them. I also made requests to have a few of my purchases personalized, a
service they could provide on-site. I gathered up the rest of my things,
left my number, and thanked my "fan" for his help.

My errands for the morning now finished, I drove over to "my new condo." It
was about 12:15 and I hadn't gotten a call yet from the movers. Although
this could mean that they just weren't there yet, I was hopeful that they
were on schedule. If they were, this meant that Chase had let them in and
was no doubt suffering through the first of many humiliations he would
experience in front of other men.

Things were looking good when I parked out front. The moving van was
outside the building. I passed by the movers on their way out as I was
heading in. They told me quickly what they'd already taken up and what was
still in the van. But that was it.

"Strange," I thought to myself. I was sure they would have said something
about the "exhibitionist fag" who must have let them in upstairs.

When I entered the condo, I understood why they hadn't commented on Chase's
state of undress.

I was pissed when I saw what Chase had done to avoid his humiliation. It
was, I admit, some quick-thinking on his part. Chase's hair was wet and he
had a towel wrapped around his waist. No doubt he'd told the movers he'd
just gotten out of the shower when they arrived. Although maybe they found
it a little strange that he was still only wearing a towel 20 minutes after
getting out of the shower, they hadn't yet questioned it.

Chase blanched when he saw me. He could tell immediately I wasn't
pleased. If he had hoped I was going to go easier on him today, he was
very, very wrong.

"LOSE. THE. TOWEL." My voice boomed in his mind.

While his face contorted into a pleading and shameful expression, his arms
moved swiftly on their own and the towel fell to the floor in an instant.

Now dressed as he deserved to be, I was pleasantly reminded once more of
the ultimate punishment I would make him endure for the rest of his
days. Written in big, bold letters, the bright red jockstrap announced:
"CHASTE."

"Bedroom. Now."

The words entered Chase's mind and he reluctantly followed me in. I shut
the door behind us. As much as I wanted the movers to see Chase in his
humiliating state of undress as soon as possible, some discretion was
required. I didn't want the whole world knowing about my mind control
abilities and didn't want to waste any of my limited energy on erasing the
movers' memories of anything I might do or say.

"I'm disappointed in you, Chase."

He looked down at his feet, holding his head in shame, not even trying to
meet my gaze.

"Well, go on then. Explain yourself to me. Why did you think you could
cover yourself with a towel when I'd made it so clear to you yesterday that
you deserve to have your body and your naked ass put on display in front of
everyone for the rest of your life?"

"I... well... I didn't want those guys to see me like... this." He motioned
to his CHASTE / CHASE bright red jockstrap. "I thought maybe we could talk
this over?" He looked at me imploringly, puppy dog eyes and
all. "Look... I'm... I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry for cheating on
Viv. I'm sorry for tricking her into marriage just so I could steal from
her. And I'm sorry for what I did to all those other women."

I did not yet react. I waited for him to finish.

"Please, just... Just let me have my life back... Please. I've... I've
really learned my lesson." He flashed me those sad, pleading puppy dog eyes
again.

I pretended like I was seriously considering Chase's words for a minute,
but I couldn't hold back for long. My face cracked and my contemplative
expression gave way to an uproarious burst of laughter.

"Chase, I knew you were a narcissist, a cheater, a thief, a misogynist, and
a rapist pig. But I only just realized you're a moron too!"

The puppy dog eyes were gone. A sheepish look crept across his face: he'd
been found out.

"Maybe you could use your good looks and those adorable puppy dog eyes to
charm and trick Vivian, but you're forgetting that, unlike her, I can
fucking read your mind!"

While Chase had been claiming to be sorry, his thoughts told an entirely
different story. In reality, he still felt absolutely no guilt or remorse
over any of the things he'd done. Images of giving Vivian a brutal
punishment-fuck after his release from chastity kept rising up in his
mind. He wanted revenge for "what she'd done to him."

He didn't feel like he deserved to be punished for anything. And he hated
me for doing this to him, finding no hint of justice in how I was treating
him. He hated me with a fiery passion. Images of violence towards me came
up again and again during his false repentance. Right when he had been
speaking the words "I've learned my lesson" out loud, in his mind he had
been vividly picturing the moment where I'd removed his chastity device and
he'd promptly knock all my teeth out.

"I can tell it's going to take you a while to get used to your new
life. But that's okay, Chase. I'm going to be here for a long time to make
sure you adjust."

He blanched again. The full implications of his predicament flashed before
his eyes once more. He understood that any hopes he had had of somehow
escaping his torment today were egregiously shortsighted.

"Now, I obviously can't punish you for everything you've done wrong all at
once. That's going to take the rest of your life. But right now, I have to
punish you for disobeying me."

I sat on the edge of the bed. "Bend over my knee."

He didn't move one bit. He gave me an incredulous and skeptical look,
wondering if I was serious.

"Chase. You know I can force you to do this. But it would make me happier
if you just did as I asked. And you want me to be happy, don't you? I'm
much easier to live with when I'm happy."

He considered this for a moment and then swallowed hard. I could tell he
had implicitly accepted my terms when he bent over my knee of his own free
will, hoping to appease me in some way and lessen his sentence.

His "choice" to bend over my knee really turned me — much more than
simply forcing him would have done. It was more degrading for him to appear
to consent to this than it would be for him to be plainly forced into it. I
hoped that Chase could feel my half-hard cock pressing against his
abs. But, even if not, it was only a matter of time before he and my cock
would become intimately acquainted.

I started to caress his exposed ass. He flinched when I touched it, but
didn't try to get up or get away. "Do you know why you're bent over my
knee, Chase?"

A moment passed. I knew he didn't want to say it out loud, as if not saying
it would somehow prevent it from occurring. But he gave in. He wanted to
"keep me happy," after all.

"You're going to spank me."

"Very good, Chase! Maybe you're not as dumb as I thought." I continued to
caress and grope his perky bottom. "I'm going to spank you like a bad
little boy... Because that's what bad boys deserve."

With that, I gave his ass a swift, hard, firm slap. I didn't take my time
with this. I didn't let him get used to it. I tightened my grip on him with
my other arm and gave his rear end at least a dozen violent smacks in quick
succession. He hollered and flinched and squirmed each time I hit him.

Eventually, he weaselled his way out of my hold. He ran to the other end of
the room, hands attempting to shield his stinging, red bottom.

I was disappointed to see he wasn't full out crying. He only had wet
eyes. Still, there would be plenty of other opportunities to reduce him to
a sobbing mess, so I didn't mind too much right now.

There was a knock at the door.

"Hey, you guys okay in there? What was that sound?" I recognized the voice
as Garcia, the easy-on-the-eyes mover I had dealt with that morning.

I looked over at Chase. "Aren't you going to let him in?"

It seemed that the stinging pain coming from his ass made him forget again
who was in charge here and he replied with an indignant "Why the fuck would
I do that?"

"I don't know, Chase. Why don't you pick a reason? Maybe it's because you
want to keep me happy so that I don't punish you again. Maybe it's because
I have a supernatural, godlike power to force you to do anything I want. Or
maybe it's because I'm the only one who can take that little cage off your
little cock," I said, pulling the key out from under my shirt to make my
point.

He sneered at me, but reluctantly gave in to my request. He opened the
door, blushing the same shade of red as his well-spanked ass.

"Oh!" Garcia's eyes went wide. He was clearly surprised to be greeted by
Chase in nothing but a skimpy, bright red jockstrap.

He looked from Chase to me and back a couple times. "I, uh... Geez,
sorry. I, uh... I didn't realize you two were a couple..."

Chase started, "We are NOT a — " but I cut in.

"Chase, honey. It's okay. Everyone is gonna figure out we're a couple now
that we're living together." I got up from the bed and came up behind
Chase, placing my hand lovingly on his shoulder. "You've got to stop
pretending we aren't lovers every time we meet someone new."

Chase was shooting me daggers with his eyes, but didn't say anything. He
continued to blush red, but he had given in to the situation for the time
being. I was in charge and he'd have to endure it for now.

"Listen, guys..." Garcia began, "It's okay... I have lots of gay
friends... And this isn't the first time I've stumbled upon a couple
`christening' their new place."

I gave Garcia's mind a cursory reading and saw a bit more than he said. He
really had lots of gay friends, just as he claimed, but he left out the
detail that he himself was bisexual and often messed around with those guys
— though he would never in a million years admit to this publicly. I
could tell that, although he did find it a bit awkward to have walked in on
us "christening" our new place, he also found this scenario vaguely
arousing and he was fully enjoying the view of Chase's naked flesh on
display.

I smiled politely, feigned embarrassment. "Thanks for understanding... You
know, it's just that we're so happy to be making this huge step in our
relationship by moving in together, we can't keep our hands off each other
today."

Chase still said nothing, but Garcia probably just assumed he was
embarrassed either about being apparently "caught in the act" or supposedly
"found out as gay."

I had an idea. I wouldn't have proposed this if I didn't know for sure that
Garcia would be into it. But I assumed that, since he enjoyed ogling
nearly-naked Chase so much, he would readily agree to my request.

"Hey, Garcia" I reached into my pocket and pulled out "my" new iPhone
6. "Would you mind taking a photo of us? Chase wants one of the two of us
together in our new place to show to his friends."

"Yeah, sure. No problem," he took the phone, but then glanced at Chase
again. "But, uh, wouldn't you like to get dressed first?"

My voice boomed in Chase's head: "Tell. Him. No."

Immediately, the words burst out of Chase's mouth: "No."

I added to it, "Oh, Chase here is quite the exhibitionist, as you might
have guessed from him letting you into the condo when he was only wearing a
towel earlier and now greeting you at our bedroom door showing even more
skin!"

Chase blushed, but didn't try to contradict me. He knew he'd lost his first
battle of the day, although I suspected his impudent attitude would return
in due time.

Garcia smiled and added, "Hey, with a tight little body like that, I'd be
an exhibitionist too!" The two of us laughed while Chase turned a deeper
shade of red.

"So, where are we taking this picture?" Garcia asked.

"Oh, you know, this place has such an amazing view, I was thinking we'd get
a shot out on the balcony."

I started heading that way and Garcia followed. Chase, of course, remained
squarely where he was. He obviously had no intention of going outside in
just his jock again.

Too bad he didn't have a choice! "OUTSIDE. NOW."

At my command, Chase swiftly ran out onto the balcony before either me or
Garcia got out there. I noticed Garcia's eyes resting on Chase's ass as he
passed by us. He didn't make any comments about Chase's beet red bottom —
or, more accurately, "beaten red" bottom — but I was pleased that he'd
seen it nonetheless.

I threw my arm around Chase's shoulders when I got outside and pulled him
close.

"POSE. NICELY." I mentally commanded.

Chase's body relaxed and he snuggled in close to me. He flashed his pearly
white teeth and winning smile at Garcia.

"Okay, there. Just hold that pose." A couple flashes went
off. "Great. Looks like I got a few good shots." He passed the phone back
to me.

Chase, interpreting this as the successful completion of my command,
immediately withdrew from my side, slinking closer to the door back inside
but not going through it.

Garcia was blocking his way. He gave Chase another slow look up and
down. "You know, you sure are photogenic, Chaste."

"Uh... thanks," Chase replied, clearly uncomfortable. "But, uh, my name's
`Chase,' not `Chaste'."

A puzzled expression made its way across Garcia's face. "Oh, really? Sorry
for the mistake, but I was just going by what you have written on the front
of your jock."

Chase blushed again, but didn't say anything. I took this as my cue to
humiliate Chase even further: "It says `CHASTE' because he's kept in
chastity."

The puzzled look was still on Garcia's face. "What does that mean?"

I issued Chase a mental command: "Show. Him."

Chase held his head in shame as his hands swiftly moved on their own and
pulled down the front of his jock.

"Oh!" Garcia exclaimed, cluing in the full implications of what "kept in
chastity" meant. "That's, uh... Hmm. Well, yeah... Okay... Thanks for
showing me, I guess?"

Chase took this brief exposure of his locked-up cock to have satisfied my
command and quickly pulled his jock back in place.

Although Garcia clearly found this strange and said just as much in his
fumbling response, I couldn't help but notice the obvious erection forming
in his pants as soon as he saw Chase's caged nub. Strange though it may be,
I didn't have to read Garcia's mind to know that he secretly must have also
found it incredibly hot.

"I, uh, anyway... I should get back to helping the other guys out. There
are probably a few more boxes that need to come up." With that, he handed
the phone back to me and headed off.

I pulled up the pic Garcia had just taken. "Don't we make a cute couple,
Chase?"

"Oh, fuck off," he muttered. "You know I'm not a goddamn fag."

I scanned him up and down. "You could have fooled me," I replied with a
wink.

I spent a few minutes opening the apps on "my" new phone. I was pleased to
find Chase was still signed in to his Facebook and Instagram. Just as I'd
hoped, narcissist Chase had hundreds of Facebook "friends" and even more
followers on Instagram.

"Can I go in now?" Chase was shifting his weight back and forth, squirming
uncomfortably. I could tell he desperately wanted to go back inside before
anyone in the neighbouring buildings spied him and his spanked-red bottom
out here, but he was finally learning that he needed to wait for my
permission before acting, lest he accidentally anger me again.

I didn't even look up from the phone. "When I'm done." I continued tapping
away.

He continued to squirm. "Well, how long is this gonna take? What are you
doing with my phone?"

"It's my phone, Chase. Remember?"

I didn't look up, but I could tell Chase was sneering at me. Finally, he
gave in: "Okay, fine. Fuck it, whatever... What are you doing with `your'
phone?"

"Just choosing the right Instagram filter..."

It took him a second to figure out what this meant. "Wait, what?!" I looked
up and caught the priceless expression of total shock and disbelief on his
face. "No fucking way! You can't post that picture online!"

"Well, it's a little late to protest that, Chase. The first thing I did was
make it your Facebook profile pic."

His face went white.

I turned the phone so Chase could see what I was working on. "I think this
filter makes our pic look the best. These colours really make the outline
of your chastity cage stand out against the fabric of your jock, wouldn't
you say?"

He immediately tried to snatch the phone away from me.

"FREEZE."

He stopped in mid action, hands frozen in their vain attempt to grab the
phone. Where before I'd issued instructions to keep him in certain poses,
this was a full body command. Nothing but his eyes moved.

I kept him like that as I finished what I needed to do on "my" phone. After
successfully uploading our pic for his hundreds of followers to see on
Instagram, I went back to his Facebook. It was blowing up with comments:

"WTF dude" "LMAO is this for some gay tv show?"  "OMG! Chase! No way!"
"dude. what da fuck is this. did you turn queer or something"

I decided to fan the flames. I changed his profile information so that he
was listed as "Interested in Men" and "In a relationship." I chose not to
reply to the comments. I'd let his "friends" have their fun hounding him
about this.

I closed those apps and moved on to something more important for Chase's
new life to really begin: I installed Grindr. I quickly made him a profile,
using the pic we'd just taken but cropping myself out of it. Chase looked
preeminently fuckable with that killer smile, that great body on full
display, and nothing but that little jockstrap to cover his little secret.

I filled out his profile quickly: Name: CHASTE CHASE About Me: i was a bad
boy and now my cock is locked up... can i play with urs instead? ;-)

I figured that was enough damage to Chase's online persona for today and I
headed back inside, hiding the phone in "my" bedroom where I knew Chase
wouldn't find it. I took my time inside and checked on the movers'
progress, casually chatting with them and directing them as they worked.

I made Chase wait outside, frozen in that position, because I wanted him to
really think about what kind of power I had over him. To be honest, though,
I was nearing my limits again. That strength I'd felt first thing in the
morning was fading fast. I excused myself from supervising the movers and
headed the bathroom. Just as I walked in, a little blood trickled down from
my nose.

I needed to use my abilities wisely for the rest of the day since I
couldn't tell how many more strong commands I honestly had in me. It had
only happened a couple times before, but if I tried to engage my mind
control abilities beyond the power I actually had, then I would almost
certainly pass out. This was something I could never risk doing in front of
Chase.

Still, I wasn't afraid of anything like that happening yet. This nosebleed
barely lasted a minute and all evidence of it was removed with the quick
application of a Kleenex.

I headed back outside 20 minutes later to see Chase still in exactly the
same pose. I sauntered right up to him and embraced him, groping his bare
ass and kissing his half-open mouth. I didn't bother to read his mind
because I already knew what he'd be thinking. I much preferred this
peaceful moment of touching, caressing, and kissing him without
interruption.

Eventually, I backed off. "Okay, I think you've learned your lesson." Into
his mind: "Move. Again."

Nothing. He was still in the same position. I guess I was pushing it. I
focused harder. "MOVE. AGAIN."

His body relaxed. He spat profusely, evidently revolted by my kissing him.

I winked at him. "Next time I'll put in a breath mint first."

He didn't reply. I was sure that being frozen like that had really shaken
him. I hoped that he now believed my power was limitless.

I pulled out my wallet and counted some cash. "The movers should be
finishing up just about now. Go pay them."

He stared at the money in my hand for a moment, considering what
humiliation lay in store if he did this. He was weighing his options. What
would another act of disobedience get him? In reality, I really don't think
I could have mentally forced him to do anything again right then. My powers
were spent for the time being. But thankfully, he didn't suspect that at
all. Dejected, he took the money and, head held low in shame, made his way
out to the main room.

I waited a moment and followed after he was out of sight. I stayed at the
bedroom door and watched.

It might have taken a while, but Chase finally got exactly the humiliating
exposure in front of all those strong working men that I'd hoped for
earlier that day.

A couple of them laughed out loud when they saw him like that. Those two
were standing slightly to the side of him and they could spy his
spanked-red bottom. But most of the men just looked at this "scantily-clad
queer" in confusion, unsure as to why he was exposing himself to them like
this. Garcia was the only one who approached him.

Still staring at his feet, too ashamed to look up, Chase muttered, "Here's
your money."

As soon as Garcia had it in his hands, Chase dashed back out of the room,
running by me as he sought refuge in his — no, "my" bedroom.

"Thanks, guys! We can take it from here!" I called out.

All still bewildered by Chase's appearance and behaviour, they nonetheless
picked up their things and headed out. Garcia paused a moment at the door,
noticing something on top of the wad of cash: my business card.

He looked back at me. I gave him a knowing wink. "Be seeing you."

And with that, he was off.

I glanced at my watch. It was 2:30. I didn't have yet anything planned for
the next few hours. I ran over ideas in my mind about what I needed to do
next to make sure Chase continued to feel like the piece of property he now
was.

I'd had a productive day so far. I'd dropped off the forms that will ensure
Chase is rendered just as penniless as he deserves to be. I'd donated all
of Chase's ill-gotten clothes to the needy. I'd purchased some of the
things necessary for Chase's new sex life as a total bottom and I'd ordered
in the rest.

But most importantly, I'd succeeded in humiliating Chase in front of a
group of strangers and in front of his "friends" all over the internet. My
only regret was that only Garcia got to see Chase's tiny caged cock. I know
I can't put that on his Facebook, but I should have at least made him show
the movers that he's not a real man anymore. I can only hope that his
"friends" who see his pic online will know what the "CHASTE" label above
his package really means. And maybe, if I'm really lucky, Garcia is
chatting with his buddies right now, having a laugh while he tells them
about "that perverted fag" they saw in the red jockstrap and the shame he
was hiding under it.

I heard my phone ringing out in the main room. This wasn't the phone I'd
acquired from Chase, but rather it was my own phone which I'd set down on a
table near door when I arrived. I recognized the number as The Market de
Sade. Although it would still be a few days before my orders arrived, the
items I'd left to be personalized were ready for pick-up.

"Chase!" I called out. "Come here, Chase! We're going out!"

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Author's note: My many thanks to everyone who provided their feedback on
chapter 1. I really appreciate all your comments and ratings; I'll continue
to take them into account as I write future chapters. Check back for
chapter 3 next week.