Gym Stud

By TopLegal

Published on Feb 21, 2001

Gay

Gym Boy Cum: 3 ==============

By TopLegal

WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse

and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this

offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or

you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of

characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

(c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via

Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are

met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay

site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.

Six Long Days -------------

It had been six long days, especially for Jason. It had been

eleven days total since his last orgasm. I was testing his

self-control and his obedience. Several times over the last few

days he had pleaded in various ways for release. Verbals hints.

Boyish and pouty looks, surprising for a such a gruff young miner

boy and more were his arsenal. Mine was much more straightforward:

absolute resolve to training Jason to redefine his sexuality

around me and my needs rather than the pleasures of his own

orgasm.

In calm moments, Jason would agree he rolled a six fair and square

a few nights earlier, but he would please nonetheless for release.

I continued to have him to suck me off, lick my nipples, and bend

over and let me fuck him as he walked in the door, still grimy and

dirty from the mines. He was quite attentive to my needs. Each

lick he gave was focused on me. He sucks focused on my cock. His

groans while bent over on the floor being fucked were for me.

I taunted him cruelly too: Teasing his cock working him into a

frenzy of excitement and then snatching away orgasms at the last

moment; forcing him to shove ice cubes in his pants if I noticed

even the slightest bulge in his crotch when I did not want him

aroused; and basically owning him like the marked boy that he was

(while we were in New York City he had gotten a permanent spider

tattoo on his neck.)

Also, each night after dinner I would play with him, tickling his

body while he was firmly restrained. I worked feathers in the

nether regions of his body, especially in between his toes. I

noticed that my regular tickle sessions seemed to be making him

more ticklish.

What I loved the most from those six days were the vaguely inhuman

sounds he would make straining to orgasm as I would alternatively

stimulated his cock shaft and then snatched away any shot of

orgasm. The sounds were deliciously intense.

On the sixth day, he came home extra dirty, perhaps hoping that in

a frenzy I would just let him have an orgasm right away.

Slow, Controlled Release ------------------------

I pushed myself against his body. Some of the grimy oils on his

skin rubbed off quickly onto my naked flesh. Lip locked in a

mutual embrace, I could feel his cock raging into a stiff state. I

grabbed his short, dark, cropped hair and pulled his head back and

forced my tongue down his throat violently.

Then I reached down into his pants and violently grabbed his

loosely hanging and cum filled balls sacs violently and twisted

till Jason gasped in surprise and tried to pull from my embrace.

With one hand tormenting his sensitive, but fully cum filled ball

sacs, and the other holding his head firmly in place and at an

awkward angle to force his availability to my kiss, I had his

undeniable attention.

He moved his hands to what had become a familiar position,

interlaced behind his head. His sweaty pits exposed, I kept one

hand firmly punishing his balls with a vice-like grip and then

began to lick his boyish manhood in by smelling and licking his

pits. There was always a somewhat unpleasant, but erotic, metallic

aftertaste if I got to Jason before he showered. I savored that

taste and all of his sweaty, salty, grimy, oily, miner manhood.

With my vice-like death grip squeezing his balls, Jason was unable

to maintain an erection despite his obvious enjoyment from the

pleasure I was delivering with my tongue. I pushed Jason onto the

floor, maintaining a grip on his ball sac that was growing

increasingly painful for the muscular stud I now commanded. As my

force on his balls increased he began to cry out in pain and I

threw body on top of his sweaty, dirty body. The smells and aroma

and the feel of his mine shaft dirt and sweat against my clean

smooth white skin felt good.

I loved to look down at my body after even brief frottage sessions

with Jason. Normally I was not so sadistic on his ball sac during

the sessions, instead I would allow him an erection, but take

other measures to ensure he would not climax. Tonight though I did

not want Jason to even ooze the tiniest drop of precum until I

decided he should be permitted.

I kept a quite painful grip on Jason's now tenderized ball sac as

we showered. Jason carefully cleaned my body with the utmost of

care and sensitivity. This was a development that I think anyone

who had seen Jason before he had first met me would have been

surprised by. A young, twenty-two year old miner boy, who had once

aspired to college, but remained in a small Wyoming town working

in a very heterosexual environment and drinking beer and cursing a

lot, sensitivity was not a given.

Jason though had responded quite well to my training and tonight's

attentiveness, which included an in-shower blow job when I agreed

to release my death-grip on his testicles for a few minutes was no

exception.

As I hoped, one of his miner buddies showed up, unexpectedly, and

wanted to hang out. I had been encouraging his buddies to show up

in the early evening and made a point of keeping plenty of, cheap,

domestic, beer in the fridge and making myself pretty scarce when

they visited. Also, my big screen TV was another draw.

I would swear Jason visibly cringed when the doorbell rang. He

knew full well that his friends would hang out for two or three

hours--and force him to sit and swill beer all the while wearing a

small leather pouch and wanting every so badly to shoot his milky

boy load of cum.

Another Miner Boy -----------------

Tonight was slightly different though; I had planned this very

meticulously. Only one of Jason's miner buddies was coming over. I

had been watching this one closely. He was a year younger than

Jason and had been coming to the gym regularly.

His name was Tom. A year younger than Jason he had dropped out of

school and had been working in the mines longer than Jason. I

greeted Tom warmly and encouraged him to come inside.

I handed Tom something a bit stiffer than he usually drank, a

vodka--straight up. A bit lighter in weight than Jason, I figured

that two drinks would soften Tom up, leave him a bit more

suggestible and open to, how shall I put it--new possibilities.

Three vodkas later, Tom was still solid-sober, but I could see

Jason becoming quite frustrated at his predicament. I was

encouraging Tom to linger for much longer than usual and Jason was

without any relief for his needs.

Kicked back from the table and kicking back some vodka myself, I

watched Jason's hands, and more importantly his groin and cock,

under the table. Forty minutes into the idle conversation I

noticed him move his hand towards his crotch and I casually

interrupted with, "Jason, I could really use some ice."

He took the hint and with a sheepish facial expression stood up.

There was a feint bulge in his pants, but I paid very close

attention to Tom's eyes. They tracked--Jason's crotch. My

suspicions were confirmed.

Jason went to the freezer and keeping his back to Tom but showing

me his hand with ice--and then empty after a maneuver into his

pants. He returned with some more ice for my drink and sat down

again. Tom's eyes followed Jason's crotch again. But, this time a

faint wet spot was barely visible as if Jason had wet himself--of

course the bulge was gone as well.

Before Jason could sit down, I asked him to help me get a case of

beer from the garage. Inside the garage--and outside Tom's

hearing, I asked Jason if he had noticed Tom's wandering eye. He

had not. If you asked me, I would describe Jason as a heterosexual

man, with slight tendencies towards bisexuality that he had

encouraged and helped to make blossom.

Now, I wanted Jason to encourage the same in Tom. I explained that

the only way that Jason was going to get relief tonight was if

he got Tom to give him a blowjob. Even if Tom did not get Jason to

cum, I explained I would finish the job later if necessary. Jason

started to protest, but I pointed out that as long as Jason made

Tom give the blowjob then Tom would be the "gay" one in his mind.

The Blowjob -----------

I suggested that Jason head back into the house with his fly

unzipped and wet jock showing. Jason did so while carrying a case

of beer. Tom took definite notice and I wandered off to leave the

two alone.

Jason then shoved his basket into Tom's face. The younger boy

seemed startled at first, and not to mention embarrassed that I

was on hand. But, then Jason grabbed Tom's brown tresses and

pulled Tom in so that his nose was directly against the wet front

of Jason's white cotton jock--and now semi-erect cock.

Tom responded and licked the front of Jason's jock. I stood by

watching closely as Jason unbuckled his thick leather belt and

dropped his pants to the ground. Tom was clearly aroused by the

site of Jason's semi-naked, and butt bare on account of wearing a

jock.

Tom got down on his knees right there in the kitchen and began to

lick the front of Jason's jock. After a few minutes, Jason pulled

his jock to the floor and began face-fucking his younger friend. I

watched Jason intensely pump his cock in and out of Tom's mouth.

Close to an erection, Jason became intent of forcing his cock

further down Tom's throat and Tom began to try to pull back and

avoid gagging.

Jason grabbed the younger man by the back of his head and forced

harder and harder, face fucking the younger miner viciously until

orgasm was reached and then pushing Tom onto the floor.

I sent Jason upstairs and helped Tom to his car as if nothing

happened. I figured that anything that would "blossom" in Tom

would take time and I did not want to jeopardize Jason's job--a

lot of the miners would probably just kill him if they thought him

gay. Tom acted like nothing happened as I helped him into the car

and asked if he could visit alone again some night, I suggested in

a week or two.

Upstairs, Jason was standing naked with his fingers laced behind

his head and his legs standing apart. He proudly informed me he

had not touched his cock yet and I knelt down and licked several

remaining drops of cum off his now flaccid cock.

I kissed him on the cheek and told him that Tom wanted to visit

again--alone. But that I did not think that was appropriate for at

least a week. I handed him the Monopoly die and reminded him that

the base was seven days from his roll. He tossed the die and it

rolled up three--ten days till he could next have release.

I put his cock in a leather pouch to discourage any inadvertent

touching. And then instructed Jason to spend the rest of the night

pleasuring me.

Jason's tongue was unusually gifted tonight, having just tasted

release, but also knowing that any future release was dependent on

total service to my needs. Jason's tongue rimmed my fuckhole for

the first time tonight, quite thoroughly. He confided after

finishing that despite the pungent odor and taste, he found it

quite pleasurable.

Disobedience ------------

Four brief nights had passed from that stunning orgasm. Each night

Jason seemed to double the intensity of his attention to my needs.

Then, on the fifth night, he came home and I could sense he was

off his game. Ever so slightly imbalanced. Uncertain. Uneasy.

Shifting slightly from foot-to-foot.

I had him strip completely naked, and I could see his discomfort

grow. I examined his cock shaft and testicles closely without

touching. I could sense his discomfort grow the longer I stared

there.

His naivity and fear got the better of him and he blurted out that

after work Tom and he had met and Tom had given him another

blowjob--and that he had orgasmed.

I sent him up to his own room, without dinner or a shower and told

him to be standing facing the wall with his fingers laced up

behind his head waiting for when I got there.

I waited several hours before I went up. By the time I went into

his room he was visibly trembling and I could see a urine stain on

the carpet where he had lost control of his bladder.

"Jason," I said in my lecture voice, "as I recall there is only a

single rule you need to follow..." As he started to move slightly

away from the wall and talk, I cut him off loudly exclaiming, "if

you open your mouth or step away from that wall you will find

yourself standing on the front porch naked and you will never be

invited back into this house."

His mouth closed and he steadied himself again. Then he voided his

bladder onto the floor of his bedroom again. I came up behind him

and placed my hand on his head and blocked his hands from moving

and forced him onto the floor and pushed his face into his urine.

"Now," I said continuing while keeping his faced forced into his

own urine, "there is only one rule and when you do not follow it

you have to be punished."

I instructed him to stay nostrils and face firmly planted in his

own urine as I went to retrieve a chastity belt I had measured him

for and ordered a few weeks back. At the time, three weeks into

our relationship it had seemed like it might not be necessary with

Jason. But, sadly Jason's conduct had disproved that theory and

now tangible constant restraint on his freedom of action would be

necessary.

When I returned with the belt, I first further rotated Jason's

head forcing his short, cropped--and previously dry--hair into his

own urine. Then I pulled him up and forced him to face me.

I took a damp rag that I soaked in ice water and coarsely cleaned

his cock and balls before trapping them safely in the confines of

the belt. I did the procedure without talking to him and Jason

remained remarkably quiet. After I finished I announced that he

would spend the next hour standing facing a full length mirror,

naked. Then I moved him to the bathroom.

Jason was quite a sight to see right now. Grimy, oily, sweaty and

generally filthy from the mines. His body was naked except for the

leather and steel chastity belt encasing his cock and balls. I

took the cold rag and scrubbed his neck to make sure his mark--the

spider tattoo I require on all of my boys--stood out. The odor of

his own urine on his face and hair was quite palpable.

"Stand here," I said, "this should help remind you of who is in

charge and the rule." Then I left and shut the door.

In the fairly small bathroom the odor of his urine would be

filling his nostrils. The chastity belt would stand out in stark

relief to his body. And his mark. He was under my control and

learning that disobedience had consequences.

After an hour, I realized that my anger was still not quite in

check and so I returned to Jason and told him that his corporal

punishment would be administered first thing in the morning. I

took him back to his bedroom and made him lay on the floor with

his head, and face, in the urine stain he had left.

In the morning, I found Jason where I had left him more or less. I

could tell he had not slept and was feeling quite uncomfortable in

the chastity belt--among other things.

The smell coming off him was quite ripe. His normally

military-like short hair was matted and disheveled. It also reeked

of his own urine. On his face I could see fresh tears.

I had a wooden hairbrush in hand and sat down on a wooden chair in

the bedroom. "Come here," I said softly, but firmly.

Jason stood up slowly and came towards me. Clearly afraid of his

very imminent fate, and yet also terrified of what would happen if

he did not approach.

"Now," I said slightly louder and angrier.

Jason then lay down across my lap. I man-handled him, positioning

his belted private parts so that there would be nothing to press

against during the punishment for even the slightest amount of

sexual gratification.

"Jason," I started lecturing him, "this is going to hurt a lot.

You are to keep your hands behind your head with your fingers

laced. If you move your hands, I will hit you harder. If you are

foolish enough to try to stop me from hitting you by trying to get

up or move a hand in the way of the brush. You will most

definitely regret it. Any questions?"

Meekly, he responded, "No, sir."

I began the barrage of pain. Using the stiff, unyielding wooden

side of the brush first, I began landing forceful blow after blow in a

torrent on Jason's defenseless buttocks.

Jason's reaction was delayed, it was not until the third or fourth

blow had forcefully landed on his smooth, exposed buttocks that he

began to howl in pain. I ignored Jason's entreaties to stop and

Jason had the good sense at first to stay with his fingers

laced--helplessly--behind his head.

After just fifteen or twenty minutes, the severity of my repeated

blows began to take a more noticeable toll on my miner-boy. Jason

began to howl in agony with each blow and his body began to rock

as he tried to wiggle his defenseless buttocks out of the way.

Smelly and dirty from a day of work and drenched in his own urine,

my pretty 22-year-old gym-stud, miner boy was quite a sight to

behold now. His ass was a fiery red and starting to welt and

blister at spots. He was bawling like a little baby. And his cock

and balls were quite securely locked up in a chastity belt.

I paused for a moment and used a belt to bind his kicking legs

together and further reduce Jason's ability to escape my weltering

blows with the hairbrush before I quickly resumed at a more severe

pace and with greater force.

After over an hour, Jason's buttocks had severe blisters. Jason

moved one hand off the back of his head and I grunted, "No."

before flipping the brush over to the bristle side and landing

several blows that resulted in the most satisfying cries of pain

during the entire punishment session.

After just five jarring blows with the bristle side, Jason

re-laced his fingers behind his head and I returned to the wooden

side. However, the effects of the bristle side--some minor

bleeding from tiny punctures to Jason's buttocks was in evidence.

When I was satisfied that Jason was going to have trouble sitting

or standing for several days, I stopped hitting my boy and lifted

him up towards me to hold him and comfort him.

"Do not touch your ass boy," I said as I held his urine soaked

face and hair close to my nostrils. He was gorgeous despite his

current state and I loved him all the more for taking my quite

severe punishment.

I then brought him to my bathroom where several mirrors would

ensure that his mostly naked body would be visible. It was a quite

striking picture. A fairly tall, 5'10", 170 lbs, young man was

standing there. Grimy and sweaty from a hard day of mining, his

muscles were well defined and regular gym workouts kept a

beautiful physique.

His normally handsome cropped hair was matted and soaked from his

own urine. On his neck, the spider-tattoo, a symbol of my

ownership and control of him stood out in relief. Around his

groin, a leather-and-metal chastity apparatus obscured any

possibility that his cock and balls could be accessed except at my

direction.

His swollen, sore, red butt also stood out in relief. Exhausted

and in severe pain, Jason stood in the normal position I

demanded--hands laced behind head, arm pits exposed for tickling,

etc.--just like a person being arrested.

I could tell Jason quite badly wanted to rub his sore bum, so I

laid down the law. "One hour, you stand here one hour without

touching your butt and I'll give you a nice hot showed and some

Vaseline on your buttocks. Touch your butt and you will be over my

knee faster than you can count to ten."

"Yes, sir," he responded, his voice trembling slightly, he

continued, "and thank you SIR."

I kissed my boy on his forehead and walked out of the bathroom

leaving the door open. When I returned in an hour, Jason was

standing there still and his eyes caught mine in the mirror, he

was quite proud of himself.

I showered Jason with his hands cuffed high above his head to

avoid any temptation to touch himself or his buttocks. I even

opened the chastity belt and roughly scrubbed his cock shaft and

balls with an antiseptic soap and a coarse natural sponge. Then

without allowing his cock a chance to stiffen, I quickly forced

the cock head back into the plastic tube of the chastity belt and

sealed it up.

I washed his hair lovingly, wringing the boy's own urine from the

short cropped black hair and roughly kissing him while forcing my

tongue deep into his throat.

After the shower, I uncuffed Jason's wrists and reminded him to

keep his hands away from his still quite sore buttocks. Over to

the bathroom vanity, I bent him over and without even asking

permission, I slid my condom sheathed rock hard 8"+ mantool into

my boy's unlubricated fuckhole. Jason let out a large gasp of

surprise as my huge man tool force itself into his tight puckered

fuckhole.

More gasps for air and to find the right emotion followed as I

jackhammered my cock in and out of Jason's tight fuckhole, all the

while slamming my body against the boy's swollen and sore ass

cheeks. This was the first time I had fucked Jason while the boy

was in a chastity belt. Jason began to cure about wanting his cock

free, I grabbed his hair and began to fuck the boy harder.

His cock would only have an erection in the future if I decided

he could have one. And this was not one of those times. I allowed

my desire for total pleasure to run its course. Fucking in and out

of my tight, recently-cum gay boy's ass. Only after I shot a rich

load of my man gism did I relent and pull my still hard man tool

from the boy's fuck hole.

Then I applied some Vaseline to the blistered and bruised butt and

pulled him up by his short hair and forced him to suck my still

stiff and oozing cock. Jason tried to eagerly lap my cum from the

tip of my cock, but I could detect a hesitation.

I grabbed the boy by his ears and deep throated him forcing him to

gag slightly before he regained his composure. My cock now into

his throat, I let loose a torrent of urine through my semi-erect

shaft. Unable to prevent the forceful stream of urine from sliding

down his throat and into his gullet, Jason began gagging harder. I

however kept him firmly by his ears deep on my cock till I

finished my piss.

Then I pulled him up to me, kissed him, and told him that I loved

him with all my heart.

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Next: Chapter 4


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