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Dare Devil Dylan
Dylan was an exceptional kid. At 14 he had good looks, a great body, and a killer smile. He stood about 5 foot 8 and weighted around 135 pounds. He had dark straight hair cut short on his head, but not much anywhere else, except a small patch under each arm and an even smaller patch above his dick.
He knew that his 6.5 inch dick was bigger than most of his classmates, unless someone was a tremendous grower. He had on numerous occasions in the boys locker room compared himself with his classmates. Soft Dylan was just over 4 inches. He doubted some of the boys would reach 4 inches even hard. He felt especially sorry for a kid named Larry who looked like he didn't even have two very thin inches sticking straight out.
Drying off after showering he scanned the locker room. With so much to look at he started to chub up. His friend Ryan told him to hurry and get dressed after Phys.Ed. and stop showing off his big cock.
Dylan: Glad you appreciate a big one Ryan. Probably the biggest in the class. Dylan shook his hips wagging his dick back and forth letting the drops of water from his shower go flying around the locker room.
Ryan: Whatever. Are you going to get dressed or are you riding the bus naked?
Dylan smiled as his plan was formulating. He would propose a dare and if he did it then Ryan would have to perform a penalty. If Dylan chickened out, he would have to perform the penalty. They had done this before. Both sides had to agree to the terms.
Now Dylan and Ryan went to a private all boys schools which was known not only for its academic success but its sports programs. They had physical education everyday. Calculating the risks versus benefits Dylan made his offer in front of the entire locker room.
Dylan: How about this? I put on my t-shirt, socks, and sneaks and get on the bus with my shorts and underwear in my backpack. I'll put them on on the bus when we get to the stop just before ours. If I do, then you have to pay the price. If I fail or get caught, I'll do the penalty instead of you.
Ryan: What's the penalty this time?
Dylan knew he had Ryan hooked. He smiled and said sure. Now they had always been something pretty tame like toilet papering a teacher's car or some other boyhood prank.
Dylan: You have to strip off and rub one out in front of the entire gym class tomorrow after PE.
Ryan: WHAT?! Are you nuts? No way. His faced turned scarlet when some of the other kids started to goad him into accepting the challenge.
Even Little Larry, as he was called much to his embarrassment, got into the act.
Larry: Come on Ryan. He said even if he gets caught. We know he's crazy enough to do it but surely a teacher or the bus driver is going to spot him. Then he'll be pulling his pud tomorrow not you.
With several more comments made by other classmates, Ryan was forced to accept the bet. Though he added to its difficulty.
Ryan: Ok. I accept but you have to be hard the entire time and no covering up with your backpack or anything else. Here, wear my t-shirt. It's shorter than yours. Ripping off his shirt he tossed it to Dylan.
For a moment Dylan was taken by surprise. His t-shirt was long enough to cover most of his junk and he did plan on holding his backpack in front of himself. He knew he couldn't back down from his own dare.
Dylan: Nobody gets to call out or bring attention to me. Ryan, you don't get to say anything until we get off the bus either. Now let's do this.
Exchanging t-shirts Dylan was slightly concerned about how the t-shirt barely came to his belly button. Nothing he could do about that now. Putting on his Nikes and backpack he was almost ready to go.
Ryan: Aren't you forgetting something. I said "hard".
Now Dylan really didn't mind getting hard in front of the class. This dare allowed him to show off his best asset and prove his size of which he was most proud. Grabbing his almost hard dick he only had to stroke it 4-5 times as the blood flowed into it pointing it skyward.
There were many catcalls and whistles which only fueled Dylan's resolve to do this. Hell, even if he was caught they would all see how big a load his balls produced. It was really a win-win situation for Dylan.
Larry whispered: Wow. It really is a monster. Isn't it?
The class erupted and Larry shrank back into the crowd embarrassed by his own comment.
Dylan: Don't worry Larry. You'll grow soon. More laughter followed.
Ryan was almost shitting a brick. He never expected Dylan to accept his terms yet here Dylan was sporting a boner, without shorts or boxers about to march out of the locker room and board the bus.
Now there were only six buses to transport students and the drivers all gathered together to talk waiting for the school bell to ring. They met at the corner near the first bus in line. Dylan and Ryan's bus was always fifth in line. Dylan counted on them being too deep in conversation to notice him.
The gym building was along the side of the road and the administration building offices faced away from the buses. Ryan was sure Dylan would get caught because the only way to the buses was out of the front door of the gym building around the corner and go past the office windows.
Scurrying out the side door of the locker room, which under normal circumstances was forbidden and had an emergency fire alarm connected to it, Dylan and his hard-on quickly made their way past the sixth bus with many unbelieving students calling out. Dylan knew from overhearing the coaches talking that the alarm had been disconnected during some renovations. Ryan was none too pleased when Dylan slipped on the bus unnoticed by any adults. He still figured somebody on the bus would say something loud enough for the driver to hear and then Dylan would be caught literally with his pants down.
Making his way to the back of the bus past many open mouthed boys in shock, Dylan plopped himself down in the next to last row. Usually he and Ryan had the last row but Dylan didn't want anyone driving behind them to see is nakedness thru the back door window. Ryan sat down next to him like normal fuming Dylan had made it this far in the dare.
Dylan: Stop gawking. Ryan dared me. If you all keep your mouths shut so the driver doesn't see me, Ryan has to jerk off in front of the entire gym class tomorrow.
Oohs and Aahs followed with Ryan turning red again.
Dylan whispered in Ryan's ear: Too bad you can't tell them if I get caught I'd be the one wanking. Bet some would like to see me do it instead of you. Sucks to lose doesn't it?
Ryan bit his lip while clenching his fists. Dylan had won. How? The odds were stacked against him. Unfortunately for Ryan between the emergency exit and his not being able to throw Dylan under the bus, figuratively by saying anything, Dylan sat there grinning with his erection solidly pointed at the bus roof. He didn't even look embarrassed.
Ryan accepted defeat: Fucker. You won. I'll get you back though. (He wouldn't.) You sure are a Dare Devil. Dare Devil Dylan.
Dylan: Thanks man. I like that nickname. You can call me that tomorrow when you are rubbing one out for everyone. Ryan quickly lost his smile remembering what he now had to do.
During the ride home, most of the boys moved around to get a closer look at Dare Devil Dylan and his boner. Dylan was proud of his 6 plus inch dick and gladly showed it off until he slipped on his shorts, no boxers for quickness, just before his stop. The same would not be said for Ryan the next day.
Exiting the bus, the few remaining students gave him comments such as: "Nice one," "Way to let it all hang out dude," "That took some balls," and the like. Dylan was on such a high his erection never wilted. Stepping off the bus, he winked at their driver and headed home.
It seems that Dylan had approached his bus driver yesterday and slipped him $20 bucks to look the other way if something happened on the ride home today. After assurances nobody would be bullied or hurt, the driver accepted. Dylan had pretty much all the angles figured out to win.
Looking at Ryan, Dylan knew he had better say something to try and cheer him up.
Dylan: Dude, it'll be alright. I tell you that. I'll dare whoever makes a snide remark tomorrow to something really outrageous. If they don't accept, they'll look like a chicken and you'll be forgotten. OK?
Ryan: Yea, thanks. I guess. You got credit for having the balls to walk around with a boner. But I still have to jack off in front of everyone.
Dylan: Be happy I didn't say you had to catch you cum in your other hand and lick it up.
Ryan's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Ryan: Shit! Were you really going to make me do that? He asked in disbelief.
Dylan: Yeah. I didn't mind everyone seeing my big hard cock today. Jerking it in front of them would have been ok. I'd even eat it too, but not in front of the entire class.
Ryan, stopping in his tracks asked: Whoa? You eat your own cum?
Dylan: Maybe, he said slyly shrugging his shoulders and resumed walking.
Ryan: Wow! Well then you can take my place if you think it isn't that bad. I don't even know if I can do it with people watching. I might be too scared to even get it up.
Dylan: Listen. Come over to my house. Nobody is home. You can practice in front of me. We'll figure out how to make this less embarrassing for you.
Ryan: You want me to watch me now? You're sick.
Dylan: What is worse? Rubbing out a load or not being able to get hard? Think of what everyone will say if you can't get hard and shoot.
Ryan thought about it for one half of one second before they made their way to Dylan's house. Being a limp dick was worse than jerking off for sure. After grabbing a snack and drink and calling his mom to let her know he was over Dylan's, Ryan was as ready as ever to get this practice session over.
Ryan: Where do we want to do this?
Dylan: Come on, let's go downstairs to my dad's gym.
The gym was a portion of the basement which rivaled most small sports centers. Dylan's dad had been a professional baseball player for a few years until he got injured. Now he worked as a sports commentator for one of the big networks so he could afford a complete home gym.
What Ryan didn't know was that as soon as the lights were turned on, the security cameras would record everything that happened. The entire house was wired for security and Dylan had toyed around with the system in anticipation of Ryan's practice session.
Dylan: Stand over there in front of the leg machine. This would be the perfect spot where two cameras would capture every angle of his best friend chocking his chicken. Ryan followed without question.
Dylan: Ok, get undressed first. It sounded more like an order than a direction because it was.
Slowly, Ryan undressed. He didn't have a problem with Dylan seeing him naked. They had PE together and showered in the gang style showers hundreds of times in middle school and now high school freshman year. This was different though. When his clothes were crumpled on the floor around him, Ryan instinctively shielded his genitals.
Dylan: Not so bad is it? Now uncover yourself. No hiding the goods.
Slowly, Ryan removed his hands. Looking down to the floor he couldn't bring himself to look at his friend.
Ryan mumbled: Easy to say when you're not naked.
Dylan: Would it help if I were? Dylan knew that the security cameras were not only picking up visual, but sound as well. His father had sparred no expense. He also knew he could edit out his own voice as he stood out of range of the cameras.
Ryan: Yes. Would you do that tomorrow too?
Dylan: No. Tomorrow is all you. I'm just trying to get you use to this so it won't be so difficult.
Ryan: Right. He didn't sound convinced.
Dylan quickly whipped off his clothes. He had never really lost his boner since walking out of the locker room.
Ryan: Looks like your are eager dude, he said nodding at Dylan's erection.
Dylan: Yeah. I guess this afternoon got me horned up. He began stroking his cock watching his friend's reaction. Ryan was throwing wood now without touching himself being so entranced with seeing Dylan playing with himself.
Dylan: Aren't you the one who is supposed to be doing this?
Without waiting any further, Ryan began beating his meat. The two boys watched in fascination as each other pleasured himself faster and faster. Dylan knew this was the making of a truly exceptional video. Ryan just knew it felt good. All too soon, two horny 14 year old boys were on the edge of shooting their creamy loads.
Dylan: Ry, don't shoot on the floor. Catch it in your hand. Dylan moved his left hand under his dick and began blasting off. There was so much cum he could barely contained it all. Ryan followed moments later shooting a less, but still impressive, load in his palm.
Without saying anything to his friend, Dylan brought his gooey hand to his mouth and began lapping up his boy batter. When he finished he smiled at Ryan and nodded for Ryan to do the same.
Now Dylan had been eating his own seed since his first wet dream three years ago. He started early. Even now the occasional shots in his underwear from bringing himself off in a public place such as the library where he would rub one into his boxers while studying was licked up when he got the chance.
Ryan had wanted to try tasting his own cock snot, but always chickened out after the high of orgasm left him. He looked at his hand as he decided what to do after seeing Dylan swallow his own baby makers.
Dylan: Come on Ry. Before it gets cold. Lick that spunk up.
Ryan did exactly that. He was surprised that it wasn't that bad. A little bleach taste. He cleaned his hand entirely. Dylan started to throw another bone knowing he would watch this video over and over again.
Dylan: Good Job. Did you enjoy that?
Ryan: Yeah. I did. Thanks. I hope I can do that tomorrow with everyone watching. Not the eating part, he quickly added.
Dylan: Well you could just tell them we made a double or nothing bet and you lost again. Eating it was the payout.
Ryan: No thanks. It's embarrassing enough. I'll probably be called "wanker" or something worse after tomorrow anyway.
Dylan: So tomorrow, just think back to today and you'll be fine. I'll take care of any rude comments.
Ryan: How?
Dylan: I'll think of something. Trust me. That was Ryan's big mistake.
Ryan: Thanks. With my luck, only the fags will stay to watch.
Dylan: I don't like that word Ryan.
Ryan: Yeah, sorry, me neither. I'm just scared and nervous. You know Mark Pickering is going to stay and watch. Hell, he'll probably pop a boner and just say he was getting warmed up for me to finish tossing him off.
Dylan laughed at that. Mark was in all likelihood gay. He wasn't effeminate but didn't try to hide his sexuality either. He might have been bi-curious. Who knew? Regardless, he was popular because he was an outstanding athlete.
Ryan got very little sleep that night, he was too nervous about performing his penalty tomorrow after physical education. He tossed and turned most of the night only falling asleep a few hours before his alarm woke him for school. Luckily, it was Friday and he hoped that whatever happened today would be forgotten when he returned to classes the following Monday. Though he knew that was unlikely.
Most of the day was torturous as it seemed the entire student body knew of his penalty performance. Snide comments were made consistently throughout the day. By the end of the day, Ryan just wanted to run home and crawl under his bed.
Dylan on the other hand was enjoying the day immensely. It seemed everyone was more interested in Ryan's upcoming show than Dylan's exhibition yesterday. Though there were some comments made, by far most of them were of a congratulatory nature for "having the balls" to do something like that.
Ryan couldn't believe Dylan got to come out looking a brave hero and he would be a "wanker" for sure. He hoped Dylan's plan to minimize the damage worked though he was skeptical. He had good reason to be too. Ryan didn't know that Dylan was planning a slight "alteration" of the penalty.
Boys being boys, gossip and rumors spread thru the school and by last period some students had heard that Ryan was going to give a blowjob to one of the coaches. Eventually, with a little anonymous help from Dylan, the administration learned of the events of yesterday and today and called the boys to the headmaster's office.
Since Dylan hadn't officially been caught, no charges or punishment was given to him. However, under no circumstance would the school allow Ryan to perform his debt. Ryan felt a huge sigh of relief as they headed to PE class.
That is until Dylan told him he would still have to honor the bet.
Ryan: How? You heard the headmaster? We'll be suspended for two weeks. The school was holding Dylan responsible for making the bet, even though both boys denied anything happened, was going to happen, or that even a dare/bet existed.
Dylan: We were told Coach will be supervising us closely today in PE and the locker room to prevent any inappropriate behavior. He never said anything about after school at the park outdoor amphitheater. Anybody from class that wants to watch will have to get there and nobody in our grade drives. So it'll be just those that walk or ride their bikes. Probably no more than 10 of the 17 guys in class. Not so bad. Right? See I told you I'd think of something to minimize this?
Ryan: So you still expect me to strip and jack off in front of the class? But outside in the park where somebody else might see me?! You're crazy. No way. I'm not doing it Dyl.
Dylan: Sorry buddy. I don't think you have choice. You have to honor your bet. Backing out and being a scarred chicken is not something you can just forget. Nobody will trust you. Take the heat of pounding it in a public place and be brave. For those few that show up and give you a hard time just ask them why they were so interested in seeing you doing it? Turn the tables on them. Make them feel as if they are like Mark.
Dylan knew how to manipulate people and did an extraordinary job with Ryan. It took a little more convincing, but Ryan finally caved and said he would jerk off at the park. Dylan's first "alteration" was a success.
Coach lectured the boys for almost half of class about personal responsibility, not taking foolish dares, and definitely not doing anything which could get them in deeper trouble. Ryan barely listened thinking about what he still had to do. Eventually the coach stopped talking and allowed them to play some kick about soccer drills. Ryan could tell from the smiles on everyone's faces that Dylan had spread the word; the penalty had not been cancelled, only re-located.
What Ryan, Coach, and the school administration didn't know was that Dylan had also insured the upperclassmen knew of today's performance and its new locale. Those students who couldn't drive managed to obtain rides. About a quarter of the schools 300 students were waiting at the amphitheater for Ryan.
Back in the locker room, only 6 of the 17 students said they could walk over with him to observe. Ryan felt better and had a false sense of security. Even if it were outside in a public place, only 6 others, besides Dylan who had already seen him jerk-off (and eat his cum) would be there to witness it. Ryan was grateful Dylan had managed to minimize the damage as he said he would.
Imagine the surprise, shock, and anger on Ryan's part when the 8 boys rounded the corner and saw between 75-80 students of all grade years waiting for the performance of a life time. A cheer erupted as Dylan practically had to push a shell shocked Ryan on stage.
Dylan: Sorry Ry. I never thought about kids from the rest of the school being here. He lied trying to contain his smile.
Ryan never heard Dylan over the chants of "Jerk It, Jerk It, Jerk It." The second "alteration" was even more successful than the first.
Now for the main event. Dylan looked over the crowd and noticed the other kids from their gym class had indeed gotten rides to the park. The only saving grace for Ryan is that this portion of the park wasn't being used currently as summer outdoor concerts hadn't yet begun for the season. Thus, there weren't any other non-students in attendance.
With some encouragement from Dylan (not noticed by Ryan in his state of disbelief) the chant changed to "Strip, Strip, Strip." Dylan went back over to Ryan and stood directly in front of him blocking the spectators.
Dylan: Ryan, dude. Sorry man. This is crazy. But you gotta do it. Take off your clothes and give them to me.
Ryan with tears in his eyes: I can't. I'll be a laughing stock of the whole school. Dylan help me. Please cancel the bet.
Dylan: Sorry Ry. Then I'd be the one everyone would hate. Just look past everybody to the horizon, get naked, then rub one out. Think of yesterday and how you enjoyed what we did. You can do it man. I know you can. Prove you have the balls to honor your commitments.
Dylan stepped aside when Ryan nodded his ascent. Looking down at the floor rather than up, Ryan began removing his clothes. Shirt, shoes and socks. The roar of the crowd grew. It increased dramatically when he undid his shorts and let them fall to the ground. He stood before a quarter of the students in his black CK boxer briefs.
Dylan from the side: Do it Ry. Drop them. Show them what you got. I did it. So can you.
Dylan had wanted to slip some Viagra into Ryan some time earlier to ensure he would be hard when he removed his clothes. Dylan wanted it to look like Ryan was anticipating performing and having a good time. Fortunately for Ryan, Dylan never got the chance. Unfortunately, Ryan's 14 year old hormones were working in overtime and he was already boned.
Hooking his thumbs into his waistband, with his eyes closed Ryan gathered all the courage in the world and shucked his briefs kicking them from his feet. The audience erupted. Hoots and hollers could be heard over the entire park drawing the attention of other park goers.
"Jerk IT, Jerk IT, Jerk IT," began again. After a quick glance over to Dylan who was nodding in approval, Ryan grasped his blood filled dick and began pumping away fast and furious. Dylan observed the crowd, every single one with a cell phone recording Ryan's public masturbation. "Alteration Three" complete.
Had Ryan been able to pay his penalty back in the locker room, nobody would have had access to his phone as each student had to drop it off in a lock box in the main office at the start of each day. Thus, there was no interference from texts, videos, chats during the schools day.
While Dylan himself couldn't actually record his buddy without it looking too obvious as a set-up, he knew there would be many posts on the web. Dylan also took note of those standing in the front rows. He would simply ask them for a copy. Eventually there would be 47 different postings on various sites, while those taken closer being better in quality, it was the sheer quantity which Ryan would regret and Dylan cherished.
The actual performance took less than three minutes. Ryan's adrenaline was coursing through his body so he barely felt his orgasm hit him. He continued to stroke his cock for a minute after shooting 6 or 7 spurts onto the floor below him. Many in the audience began to shout, "Again, Again, Again," as Ryan pulled his cock more. If it hadn't been for Dylan stepping in and grabbing Ryan's arm, Ryan might have just done an encore.
Coming to his senses, Ryan looked out over the crowd and quickly grabbed his clothes and ran from the stage. Several boys tried to follow, but Dylan held up his hands and shouted for them to leave him alone as Ryan had honored his debt and should be applauded, which they did whole heartedly. Ryan was behind the amphitheater stage throwing on his clothes. He wanted to escape until he heard the crowd calling his name, "RYAN, RYAN, RYAN."
Curious, he rounded the corner and slowly come back out. The clapping and cheering was almost deafening. A small smile seemed to cross his face. For a minute he was rather proud of himself. Later, as videos surfaced on the web, his opinion would change. But in that short moment in time, he had proved he was a man who would honor his debts.
Dylan waved to the crowd and escorted Ryan out of the park. Ryan couldn't stop talking about what he had done. He asked a million questions since he didn't remember a thing he did. It was as if he had performed in a trance. Dylan kept telling him he did an awesome job. Dylan knew Ryan would be mortified to see himself on the web rubbing one out for a crowd of some 75 plus students. But for now, Dylan kept telling Ryan what a fantastic job it was.
Dylan asked Ryan to stay over that night. He didn't want Ryan seeing all the posting and comments alone. Plus, Dylan wanted to see Ryan become more and more humiliated as the number of posts grew.
By midnight that night, 38 posts showing Ryan standing naked on stage at the town's outdoor theater stroking his cock to eruption were on the internet for any and everyone to see. In the morning, the number had grown to 47. Dylan saved each and everyone securely. Knowing their parents and the school would probably find them, it was only a matter of time before the axe fell. Whatever the consequences, the reward of Ryan's public display was worth the price.
Monday morning found Dylan, Ryan, and their parents meeting with school administration. The headmaster was going to suspend them for two weeks as promised until Ryan's dad intervened. He pointed out that nothing done by the boys involved the school and as such it was up to the parents to provide appropriate punishment. Besides, everyone knew Ryan was going to take abuse from his school mates for some time to come (no pun intended.)
Dylan's dad had what he believed was a fitting punishment for two horny 14 year old boys: a month of chastity. The school administrators (the male headmaster, a female assistant headmaster, and two counselors one male one female) and Ryan's parents were shocked. Pulling out his briefcase Dylan's dad produced two, almost identical, shiny metal cock cages about 2 inches in length. He passed one around for them to examine as he explained this would be fitting punishment to prevent such an occurrence from happening again.
Dylan had inherited his father's gift of persuasion and eventually everyone agreed, though maybe somewhat skeptical. Dylan was ordered to get undressed. Ryan's mom thought she should leave the room (the female asst. headmaster and counselor didn't express any such objections). Dylan's dad assured her some extra humiliation would drive the point home. Being an exhibitionist, within a minute Dylan stood at attention naked before his and Ryan's parents and four school officials, four males and four females in total.
Dylan's heart was racing and blood started pumping throughout his body, chubbing his dick. As embarrassing as this was for him, a part of him loved being forced into such a humiliating act. During his naked bus ride he was actually hoping to get caught then he would have had to whack off in front of the class.
Knowing his son, Dylan's dad acted quickly to install the chastity device on his son before Dylan could erect fully. Dylan's testicle were first pushed thru the ring then his penis followed. The 2 inch metal sheath was slid over his head and pushed to the base of his pubic hair, pinching a few in the process. A small padlock sealed his junk away.
Turning to Ryan, who was shaking with fear at this point, Dylan's dad asked his parents if they wanted to do the honor. Dylan and his dad held their respective breathes. Thankfully, both parents declined seeing as how expertly Dylan's dad had performed the task. Two minutes later Ryan too had his junk sealed shut in a tight metal cock cage.
What nobody except Dylan and his dad knew was the cage Ryan wore was slightly different than that of Dylan's. The one passed around for inspection which Dylan now sported was smooth inside. The one Ryan wore had small spikes inside the tube portion which would dig into the sensitive skin when he ultimately tried to become erect. Luckily this went unnoticed since Ryan's parents deferred to Dylan's dad to install it.
Unnoticed to everyone but Ryan who could already feel the tiny prongs pricking into his own prick. Of course, he thought Dylan's was just like his and didn't complain. If Ryan knew that Dylan would be released upon arriving home he certainly would have made a fuss.
Dylan inherited more than just good looks and gift of persuasion from his dad. He also had his dad's slightly kinky sexual tendencies. It was actually Dylan, no surprise there, who thought of the chastity idea. His dad "threatened" to keep Dylan locked up too, but allowed his son his deviant sexual fun as long as Dylan informed his dad what happened along the way. This was a father-son bonding moment.
Dylan's dad handed one key to Ryan's dad, for emergencies only. The other he gave to the assistant headmaster as she was normally in charge of student disciplinary measures on a day to day basis. Only really big items like jerking off in front of 76 students on a bet were handled by the headmaster himself. Dylan and his dad each had their own copies at home.
The boys were told to get dressed. Dylan was barely able to contain his smile. "Alteration Four" of Ryan's penalty complete. Ryan on the other hand looked miserable. His junk locked shut in a tiny metal prison with pins sticking into his sensitive organ. The headmaster thought it best the boys leave school for the rest of the day which would allow administration to speak with the student body regarding Friday's events. The boys could return tomorrow and resume classes.
Sitting in the back seat of the car on the drive home, Dylan reflected on the events so far: his own naked bus ride home, Ryan's private wanking gym video to his very public nude jerk off session in the park, to both of them standing in the headmasters office stripped bare then locked in chastity cages. He was loving how things were working out so far. Dylan rubbed his cock which was trying to grow inside its tight metal cage. He couldn't wait to get home and take it off to rub one out. A smile spread across his face thinking how Ryan wouldn't have that opportunity. What Dylan didn't notice was his parents glancing at each other with their own smiles.
Once inside the house, Dylan's mom told him to go to his room while she talked with his father. Dylan flew up the stairs and shut the bedroom door as he began pulling off his clothes. He couldn't wait to bust a nut then "lock" himself back in his cage for appearance sake. He had planned to wear it to school to fool Ryan, but not any other time. Inserting the key into the padlock Dylan was perplexed when the lock didn't open. He twisted the key several more times. A slight panic went through his body, what if the lock was broken and never opened he wondered. No, maybe just a bad copy made. He knew he others worked, his dad had tried them at the hardware store. So why didn't his work now? Is this really happening he thought. Before he could give it anymore thought his dad called for him to come back downstairs.
Pulling on shorts and a t-shirt, Dylan went into the living room to find his parents sitting on the sofa. Something didn't seem quite normal as he was told to stand in front of them.
Dylan's dad explained how as parents they love their children unconditionally and accept them for who they are. They understood that Dylan was in most likelihood gay, and they didn't care less. Not allowing Dylan to protest or try to deny it, he continued. They knew boys will be boys and occasionally they do stupid things like walking to the bus with an erection. They learned of it from other parents who overheard their sons talking about it last night.
However, they weren't too thrilled with Dylan acting with his "little" head and not his big one, and that there must be consequences in addition to his school approved punishment. Dylan was staring to get uncomfortable now.
Mom: Dylan, I want to check your chastity cage. Please remove your clothes.
Dyl: What?! Now being naked in a room with his parents at school gave him a thrill. His exhibitionist attitude was fueled. But at home with just his parents in their living room didn't seem right. Why? He asked.
Now Dylan's mom is a Physician's Assistant and has had years of schooling and patient practice. She explained that she wanted to ensure the size was appropriate and no blood was being cut off.
A firm warning from his dad and Dylan pulled his t-shirt over his head. Without waiting any longer, he pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. His heart was racing as he stood before his mom and dad in nothing but a two inch metal chastity cage. Instinctively his hands were placed in front of his equipment until his dad told him to put his hands on top of his head and leave them there.
Dad: Dyl, your mom and I talked and we feel this is for the best. Sorry buddy.
Dylan emotions were all over the place. His dad and he had agreed Dylan would be able to unlock himself whenever he wanted and only Ryan would suffer. Now it appeared that Dylan was going to have the same fate. Well, almost, no pin pricks in his cage.
Mom: Come over here sweetie. Let me check that out. His mom gently pulled Dylan over so he stood only a few feet from her as she gently held his genitals in her hand examining, very professionally, the installation of his cock lock. Dylan thought he would die of embarrassment when she took a finger and slipped it between the ring and his scrotum and ran it around to ensure a proper fit without being either too tight or too loose. Despite his shame, he began to fill the cage.
His parents smiled at each other again unnoticed by their son who had tilted his head back and was looking up to the ceiling. As his mother turned the cage over, Dylan gasped and brought one hand down to stop her.
Dylan: Mom! Careful. It's pulling my hairs.
Mom: Well, we'll take care of that. Otherwise, the fit is fine.
Dad: Come here Dyl. His dad produced a real key (the one Dyl had in his room had been filed down making it useless) and opened the lock. Within 15 seconds, Dylan was free from confinement and now sporting a massive erection in front of his parents.
Now having a boner in front of classmates was one thing. Showing his father who was a guy was ok too. But he was quite embarrassed to be hard before his mother.
Mom: Dylan, since you acted like a little boy, the first part of your home punishment is that you should look like one too. So you father is going to take you to the bathroom and remove your pubic and underarm hair. Maybe by the time it grows back you'll act more responsible.
Dylan: No way! All the kids will laugh at me.
Dad: All of your school chums are going to see the chastity cage at gym tomorrow. I'd be more concerned with that if I were you.
Dylan hadn't thought of that. He reluctantly followed his father upstairs to his parent's bathroom. Using an electric barber's shaver, Dylan's pit and pubes were reduced to stumble in a matter of minutes. Dylan's pleading fell on deaf ear as his dad lathered him and scraped away all evidence of his maturity.
Dylan: This sucks. I thought you were on my side? How could you do this to me? he asked his father.
Dad: Dyl, I know a part of you really likes the humiliation. We're just giving you what you want but were afraid to ask for.
Dylan couldn't believe his ears. Yes, a part of him did enjoy being publicly embarrassed, the exhibitionist in him. Though another part wanted to play out his fantasies on Ryan, the dominant persona. Now it seemed he himself was going to be on the receiving end with no control over what was going to happen. He started to erect at that thought, which did not go unnoticed by his dad.
Dad: See, looks like you like this, he said as he lightly slapped the erection down letting it snap back up to Dylan's taut flat stomach. Now to keep you nice and smooth, a little cream. His father then applied a thick coating of depilatory creme to Dyl's underarms and pubic area, including his balls and butt hole.
After a few minutes Dylan began to squirm around as the hair removal ingredients began killing what remained of his hair follicles.
Dylan: Dad, it's starting to itch and burn a little. Please can I wash it off? He was made to endure it until the full ten minute application period was over then he could shower. The cool water was a great relief, mostly to his sensitive balls.
As he rubbed his now ultra sensitive genitals clean his boner and balls begged to shoot. His father wouldn't allow that and ordered Dylan to dry off and follow him back downstairs where his mom was waiting.
Mom: Let me see Dyl. put your arms up. Dylan complied and his mother closely examined his smooth armpits. Very nice job honey, she said to her husband. Looking down to his hard cock, she said how much bigger it looked without hair. Dyl liked the sound of that, but still missed his symbol of manhood.
Mom: Mmm. This isn't going on right now is it? Without Dylan noticing she picked up a different metal chastity cage from the one they had just removed. This one was exactly like the one Ryan was wearing, spikes and all. Sweetie, your father and I figured you were going to come home, run up to you room, remove the cock cage, and jerk off. I'm sorry to disappoint you. But we aren't heartless. So, go ahead, take care of that, she said nodding toward his erection.
For a moment, Dylan stood there in disbelief. Did his mom really suggest he wank in front of them? His dad put any doubt to rest.
Dad: Dyl, before you get locked back up for the night, we're giving you a chance to relive yourself. Something that poor Ryan probably won't do, so I'd take advantage of it while you can.
Dylan just stood there in shock until his father barked out: Jerk Off.
Snapping out of his daze, Dylan grabbed his hard on and began pounding it for all his worth. He couldn't believe he was actually masturbating in front of his parents standing naked in the living room. Moments later he was on the edge of cumming. He glanced around the room for a cum rag of some sorts. His father moved Dylan's other hand to the tip of his dick just as it exploded flooding his palm with a fresh load of baby makers.
Dylan's relief from shooting a massive load was short lived when his dad told him to lick up his mess. Dylan had thoroughly enjoyed eating his spunk in front of Ryan yesterday. Not so much in front of his parents today. Seeing no escape, Dylan quickly lapped up his baby batter with the reddest of faces. So embarrassed he didn't even realize his dad was locking him back in chastity until he heard the click of the lock.
Dad: Sorry Dyl. It's for your own good. But anytime you want to unload all you have to do is ask us. Ok?
The prospect of being denied sexual relief for a 14 year old boy without seeking permission from his parents was unthinkable. Actually performing in front of them was even worst. Dylan shook is head in defeat and bent over to put on his clothes.
Mom: Last thing son. When you are home, no clothes either.
Dylan's head popped up so fast he hurt his neck: What?!
Mom: You heard me young man. No clothes for the month while at home, that goes for outside too. Ryan's parents are talking to him about doing the same. Now let's have lunch shall we.
----- Dylan sat at the kitchen table in nothing but a shiny metal spiked 2 inch chastity cage covering his bald genitals as he ate lunch with his parents. His dick was trying to fill with blood but the constant pressure and pain from the spikes prevented a full erection.
Nothing more was said of his punishment and as expected, Dylan cleaned the lunch dishes. Dylan's mom said she had afternoon patients and went off to work. Dylan's dad was going to work from home the rest of the day. Dylan spent time doing some lessons on his computer. When both were finished for the afternoon, his father went to talk with Dylan.
Dad: Dyl, are you ok son? I know that was more than you expected.
Dylan: Dad! That was fantastic. Thanks so much. I can't believe you got mom to go along with everything. I know I said I wanted to be humiliated but this is way better than I thought. Though I could have lived without the spiked cage.
Dad: Yeah. I thought there should be a few surprises for you.
Dylan: Well, the shaving was surprising too and the month of nudity is brilliant.
Dad: The shaving was actually your mother's idea. She said if you wanted to act like a little boy, you should look like one too. Now remember, I'm not going to go easy on you this month. It's your fantasy played out so enjoy it as much as you can.
Dylan: I will. Thanks again.
It seems Dylan had confessed to his father his fantasies and his father had indulged his kinky son mostly because the dad was just as twisted. Dylan would be "punished" the same as Ryan for the public masturbation stunt.
Over at Ryan's house, things were not going as well. Ryan begged and cried when his parents shaved his body. He had a few chest hairs as well as underarm and pubic hairs which were all removed. The idea of walking around naked at home was a most unpleasant and embarrassing one. Ryan did NOT accept his parents offer to wank. He hadn't gotten to that point yet, but would eventually.
--------- That night Dylan called Ryan to check on him. Ryan was more than pissed at his friend.
Ryan: You Fucker! Look what a mess we're in because of your stupid dares.
Dyl: Calm down buddy. It's not that bad. I'm in the same boat. Dylan didn't know if he was pleased or perturbed by his own inclusion of the punishment.
Ryan: Good. Serves you right. You know we're gonna take a lot of shit tomorrow at school one everyone sees us locked up.
Dylan's cock began to expand at the thought, or attempted to anyway: Yeah, guess you're right. It'll die down after a few days. You'll see. Dylan didn't know if he actually believed that or not but he tried to make Ryan feel better regardless.
Dylan: Hey. Did you stroke it in front of your parents?
Ryan: Hell No!. Bet you did, you sicko.
Dyl: Sure. I had to shoot a load. My balls were bursting. You will eventually.
Ryan: I'm not so sure. Only if I get desperate.
Dylan laughed as they ended the call. The month was Dylan's dream come true and Ryan's worst nightmare. Eventually Ryan did ask his parents permission to jerk off despite his reservations. Even while locked, Dylan was already thinking of new and more humiliating adventures for Ryan and others at school.
The End? Maybe?
Let me know what you think. Should I continue? Should I give some detail to their month of chastity and nudity? I was planning on this being a one-off story, but you knows. Ideas/Suggestions welcome at DeansBicha@gmail.com I wrote this story a while ago and thought I'd post it now.
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