Gym Boy Cum: 6 ==============
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.
Reality Check -------------
Before sharing some more of my edited diary entries with my fellow
netizens, I wanted to take a moment and clarify a few matters that
have been confusing some:
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These stories are real.
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Really.
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Yes, really.
And in the "immortal" words spoken to Homer J. Simpson in his
quest to redeem Apu, "Thank you come again."
Ok, the above is not really a full and fair answer. I have changed
some names, places, locations, and other minor details such as my
own profession, age, and the like to protect the privacy of the
real Jason and Jeff.
That said, my gruff miner boy just finished sucking my dick before
I went into the study and got on the laptop to type up this diary
entry into the computer. Jeff on the other hand may be asked to
return to Germany to start a new project.
Extended Chastity -----------------
Extended chastity was becoming a regular part of Jason's life. We
had done 30 days, then 60. Ninety was going surprisingly smoothly.
Jeff was occasionally cruel though in pointing out that he no
longer had to wear the chastity belt.
On four different occasions during Jason's first 90 day stretch, I
took Jeff over my knee and beat him with a razor strap for teasing
Jason needlessly. For example, during the first week when Jason
came home and was delivering his blow job, Jeff came over and
started wagging his cock in Jason's face--without touching his own
cock.
Without missing I beat, I had pushed Jason's mouth off my cock
shaft and unlooped my belt from my pants. Jeff found himself over
my lap in less than ten seconds. I was less than gentle with the
belt and Jeff further apologized by rimming Jason's fuckhole.
Problem solved as they say.
Jason was significantly better about handling the extended
chastity this time around than the previous 30 or 60 day periods.
Overall he was being transformed psychologically. His sexual needs
were becoming completely secondary to my own.
Business Trip -------------
Another reason to travel on "business" arose for me. That meant I
faced a tough challenge to bring the boys or not.
Jason had loved traveling to New York the first time--it had been
his first trip out of Wyoming from what I could gather. But it
would mean missed work and perhaps more serious questions about
where he was getting his money, etc. I decided Jason was staying
in Wyoming.
Besides, the chastity belt firmly locked to his body and encasing
his cock shaft and head would keep him out of any serious trouble.
Then we have to turn to my older brother, and other sex-toy: Jeff.
After pondering the matter for a bit, I struck upon a rather
devilish arrangement to subject the two to in my absence. Jeff
would be in charge, but Jason's word would be golden on any
disputes.
To make matters quite explicit, I handed Jeff a wooden paddle and
told him to discipline Jason, in front of me, for coming home five
minutes late. Jeff was not used to punishing others and so this
was a double test since I need Jason to know there would be
consequences for his behavior over the next week or so while I was
gone.
After some marked hesitation, Jeff grabbed Jason firmly and pushed
him over a table and ordered the younger, but much stronger miner
to stay put for punishment. Jeff then began to swing the paddle
firmly landing fifteen or so firm, but not overly painful blows on
my miner-slave-boy.
I remarked, "That's hardly got his attention Jeff. Jason
misbehaved and needs to be punished." I put a tremendous amount
of emphasis on the last word.
Jeff tried again, this time the paddle was swung with quite a bit
more force and I could hear Jason gasp softly as if catching his
breath. By the tenth stroke, Jason was squirming and tensing his
ass cheeks. Jeff looked at me and smiled before administering
thirty more blows in rapid succession.
"That's more like it," I exclaimed as Jeff stopped and Jason lay
there in no small amount of pain. I kissed Jeff warmly, with
tongue and then licked my miner boy's reddened ass cheeks.
The three of us slept together that night and in the morning I
headed off for Los Angeles.
My Trip -------
My business took me to Amsterdam. Amsterdam is a wonderful city on
so many levels. First there is the fact that many, no most people
actually speak English. For me, as a typical American Imperialist,
this is most helpful. Then there is the openness about sex and
sexuality in the Netherlands that I just love.
Business first. I have a rather tidy sum of money invested outside
the United States and much of it requires periodic direct
management. This was an example of that. I am a 20% owner in an
import-export business based out of Amsterdam and at least once a
year I come here to review the books and assist in management of
the company.
There are three other principles, each with a bit over 25%
interest in the company. There had been five of us initially but
the other three had bought out the other American leaving me
behind with a smaller interest. Although they could make decisions
without me, after I had detected some fraud by employees on two
separate occasions, I had managed to redeem myself in there eyes.
I guess it keeps coming back to taking one to know oneÉ
One of my partners, Gustav, in particular always attracted me. He
had never been as annoyed with me as Enrik, Kaatje, or even--when
she was still around--Kersten. On more than one occasion, I had
speculated that Gustav was eying me. After our meeting today,
Gustav proved me right.
As the four of us gathered our brief cases to leave the meeting
room, Gustav tapped me on the shoulder. "Might we talk over
dinner," he asked. Though it was as much a question as a
statement, or perhaps command, since his inflection did not change
to correspond with a question.
Somewhat puzzled but also interested, I responded evenly: "What
time?"
"Eight oÕclock at De Silveren Spieghel at Kattengat 4-6"
He had planned this and this was going to be a rather expensive
dinner as well. I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before
eight and was impressed by the charming 17th century home the
restaurant was in. The menu was somewhat uninspired to my New
York-tastes; although, it had everything I had seen in Wyoming
beaten hands down.
He mostly talked over dinner about business and a bit about
himself. He was unmarried. I was less than forthcoming, but did
explain a bit about my move to Wyoming.
No check came to the table--he had paid for dinner already.
After dinner he suggested a walk, as his house was relatively
nearby. I agreed. After a twenty-plus minute leisurely walk, we
soon found ourselves outside his modest (by American standards)
home.
Then, he kissed me. Not a polite goodbye kiss, but a "hello please
fuck my brains out kiss". I pointed my head towards his house and
we entered. Gustav could hardly keep his hands off me as he kissed
me inside the door and ran his hands around my muscular body.
Now if youÕve read this far in my diaries you know that I do not
generally approve of this sort of wild abandon. A boy should be
made to wait. So I did the only proper thing, I grabbed his hands
and then body checked him against the wall with his hands pinned
above his head. "Patience," I said firmly.
Gustav was clearly surprised but also horny as hell and continued
to use his mouth like a snapping turtle almost to try and kiss me
forcibly.
I kept one of my hands pinning his harms in place and took the
other to hold his forehead back and said, "I said patience."
Surprised by my forcefulness, he exclaimed, "I want you David, let
me suck you."
"You'll be doing more than just sucking me off tonight Gustav," I
said as I kept him firmly in place against the wall--a prisoner of
sorts in his own home.
I turned him around and brought his arms behind his back. From my
pocket I pulled a plastic flexi-cuff and affixed it to his wrists
thus securing his hands in place.
"Now," I said, "let's take this at a more leisurely pace." As I
walked from his foyer leaving him there facing the wall and cuffed
with a plastic bracelet. I sat down on a nice chair in his living
room and after about twenty seconds Gustav followed me in. He was
clearly out of sorts.
I pointed for him to kneel next to me. He did.
"Gustav," I explained, "I have always found you quite attractive,
but I intend to take this slowly and at my pace."
He nodded eagerly and I could see a firm bulge in his pants.
"Let's get your clothing off," I announced. I grabbed him by his
shoulders and stood him up. Getting his "bottoms" off, e.g. pants,
shoes, etc., was easy. But how to do the top part with the cuffs.
I went to his kitchen and found a scissor.
Gustav shook his head in shame as I cut off his nice dress shirt
to avoid removing the handcuffs. Naked and thoroughly humiliated
in his own home, he was quite a sight.
A small part of me wanted to call Enrik and Kaatje over to see
their fellow Dutchman in such a compromising position. I resisted
that temptation and instead stood him, buck naked in his own
window. Front facing out with his cock to the world.
It was relatively dark so the actual chances of someone seeing him
were small, but the level of terror this introduced for him and
the amount of control this gave me were significantly greater than
anything else.
While he stood in the window, I relaxed in his chair and
periodically got up to refill my glass with some of the expensive
brandy he kept in his living room. I made a point of making noise.
If he turned his head towards me I would shout, "Eyes forward."
By midnight, I had made him stand exposed for nearly an hour and I
was ready for him.
I guided him up to his bed and pushed him onto his stomach. With
just a pillow underneath for support, I lubricated his fuckhole.
Then, after sliding on a condom, I fucked his tight fuckhole.
Later, I discovered that Gustav was a virgin prior to that fuck.
In the meanwhile, I rammed my thick, massive, eight-inch-plus
powertool in and out of his tight hole with tremendous force.
Though forced to take my cock up his ass, Gustav moaned and
shouted in appreciation as my massive cock pumped in and out of
his tight hole. When I finally shot my load inside is fuck hole he
was sweating like a pig and bucking slightly to try and get my
cock deeper inside him.
I pulled out relatively quickly after orgasming and turned him
onto his side. Still cuffed with his arms behind his back,
Gustav's cock was fairly erect.
I pulled off my condom and forced my cum from the tip of the now
limp plastic sack towards the opening. I rubbed my cum onto
Gustav's face. His cock stiffened appreciably.
"Can you untie my hands," he asked. I smiled and shook my head,
no.
With my cum thoroughly rubbed into his face, I took his stiff
uncut cock in my hand and began to stroke it ever so gently. I
paid close attention to his breathing so as to ensure that he
would not orgasm.
It was now past two in the morning and I was in no particular
rush.
For the next six hours I milked Gustav's cock in slow motions. As
the young Dutchman came close to the edge of orgasm I would
abruptly stop and inflict some pain to his nipples or balls sac to
prevent any completion. During the six hour session a considerable
amount of precum managed to ooze forth from his cock head and out
underneath his foreskin.
I used a coarse sponge to periodically clean his cock head of the
oozing precum and also to prevent the young business man from
having an orgasm.
Then I decided that I wanted Gustav to suck my cock so I forced
the boy out of the bed and onto his knees. There in a kneeling
position with his hands helplessly and at this point rather
painfully restrained behind his back I thrust my erect tool into
his mouth, deeply.
Gustav gave quite a good blow job. When he finished I took him to
the bathroom and released his hands with a pocket knife from the
cuff. His hands were then bound over his head to a metal shower
rail.
Some chaffing marks were visible since the plastic flexicuffs are
not particularly well designed for bondage sessions, but that did
not bother me particularly.
In the shower, I used the coldest possible water to clean his body
and paid particular attention to his cock and fuckhole. In the
cold water, his cock shriveled up and his nipples became quite
erect.
After the shower, I left him there without drying him off. I told
him that I wanted to go get some things from the hotel and that I
would be back in about two hours, and of course "not to go
anywhere".
I made haste across the city to my hotel room where I had some sex
toys I wanted to use on my cock-sucking, Dutch, business partner.
However, I took care to take my time on the way back to Gustav's
house. Entering exactly two hours and five minutes after I left
and then making a point of making quite the racket downstairs
without going up to help Gustav.
When I did finally go up it had been three and a half hours and
Gustav (and I) had been without sleep the night before. A CB-2000
chastity cage went on--I like them for travel and for their
flexibility for men you encounter while traveling. This would
prevent any unnecessary activity till I departed, I explained.
After the CB-2000 was in place, I used a knife to release the
flexicuff and told him to stay naked for the rest of my stay.
I'll share some more about Gustav and the remainder of my stay
with another diary entry perhaps...
Return Home -----------
I arrived back in New York City first and then flew onward to
Wyoming by way of Colorado and then a three hour car ride form the
airport. By the time I reached the house I was in no mood for
shenanigans.
Jeff and Jason had other ideas for me in mind though. As I walked
through the door, Jason verbally assaulted me with a barrage of
criticisms and allegations concerning Jeff's behavior over the
previous two weeks. Jeff similarly wasted no time rebutting each
point and laying out several allegations and complaints of his
own.
I grabbed them both by their ears and walked them outside to the
forest clearing behind the house. I tied them to the a single rope
facing one another and after cutting a fresh switch, administered
a dozen or more violent strokes to each boy's back side and
buttocks.
Chastened they quieted down--although there was considerable
sobbing. I took them back inside and told them I didn't want to
hear another word until morning and we all went to sleep.
Jason's Version ---------------
Jason and I sat in my office with Jeff outside waiting his turn to
tell me what had happened. Jason explained that things had gone
well the first few days until he came home late from work.
Jason explained that Jeff got extremely angry at him for coming
home late--even though Jason's chastity belt was still securely in
place and he had done nothing wrong. I kissed my miner fuck-toy on
the forehead and indicated for him to continue explaining.
Jason explained that Jeff took out a razor-strap that I sometimes
used to punish them and wanted to take Jason outside to the
clearing in the forest behind the house but that Jason refused.
I fought to avoid showing expression--particularly dismay and
nonchalantly said, "Keep going."
"Well, we started fighting with words but Jeff kept pushing me so
finally I grabbed the strap from his hand," Jason said proudly.
"I see," I responded evenly.
Jason continued somewhat smugly, "Finally I just took him out to
the clearing and showed him a thing or two with the razor strap."
"Anything else happen," I asked.
"Naw, we both behaved other than that," Jason said acknowledging
in a sense the wrongfulness of the situation.
Jeff's Version --------------
I sent Jason out to the hall and called Jeff into the room. Jeff
immediately got on his knees in cock-sucking position and I
decided to oblige him.
My lover for so many years I knew Jeff in and out. I also knew
that Jason's version of the story was likely quite true, Jeff had
been so totally submissive to me for so long that perhaps I had
made a mistake in judgment leaving him in charge. Plus, given his
slender frame he was no match for Jason's studly, miner boy build.
The only real question was whether Jeff would tell the truth about
what happened. He did not.
Punishments All Around ----------------------
Rather than alleviate their tension and anticipation of possible
punishments, I returned Jeff to the hallway and spoke to both of
them.
"I am disappointed about what happened here while I was gone and I
am disappointed in both of you," I said in lecture tone.
Both boys were already naked as they frequently were around the
house. I took Jason by his head and guided him to one of the front
windows in the house. I made him stand in presentation position
with arms laced behind his head in the open window. Jeff was
positioned at a nearby window in the next room--thus both were
outside the other's peripheral vision.
Standing between the two of them in the foyer, I continued the
lecture: "You will both remain in this position all day and not
leave for any reason whatsoever. At ten o'clock I will take you
both upstairs to the bathroom and then to your bedrooms. You will
be woken up at seven o'clock given another chance to use the
bathroom and then put on display again to further think about your
conduct. Finally, tomorrow night at ten o'clock we will discuss
punishments."
With that, I walked back into my office to take care of some
business. I didn't wander back out until around one o'clock and I
noticed Jason had lost control of his bladder. I scolded him
verbally--as well as Jeff for craning his neck to see--pushed
Jason's face and hair into the wet urine and then stood him back
up in position with his own urine soaking his hair and dripping
down his face.
By nine o'clock I could see both boys were struggling to remain in
position from fatigue, but I did not waiver in their "thinking
time" and only exactly at ten o'clock did I escort them to the
bathroom and allow them to use it without talking.
I sent both of them to their separate bedrooms and reminded them
to stay put.
Seven o'clock sharp I roused them from bed--they were both
exhausted--and led them to the bathroom and then back downstairs.
I considered whether to give them any food or even water and
decided against it.
By noon, I could tell Jason was having trouble standing from shear
exhaustion and Jeff was not far behind. I bent ever so slightly
and forced them both into a kneeling position with a small towel
under each knee cap for support.
At ten o'clock, I called them to my office and sat them both down
to discuss the matter of punishment.
"Both of you deserve to be punished," I announced matter of
factly.
Jeff shook slightly and Jason was also a bit taken aback. I think
Jason in particular viewed the window-display of the past days as
punishment enough. I know he was in constant terror that someone
would pull up the drive and see him.
"Jeff," I said, "can you explain to me why you need to be
punished?"
"Sir, yes sir," Jeff said stammering slightly. "I need to be
punished because I was supposed to be in charge and messed up and
because I was less than truthful to you in explaining what
happened."
Amazing what a little time to contemplate the error of your ways
does for a boy. "And a fair punishment would be?"
"A thrashing to tears in the woods," he said with his voice
trembling.
I nodded and looked over to Jason. His conversion from putative
heterosexual miner to my fuck-toy had been mostly without serious
punishment. Especially when compared to the type of thrashing that
was necessary for this type of misconduct.
My philosophy about true punishment is that it requires that the
recipient be unwilling and unable to stop it. There are no "safe
words" and the point is to move the recipient beyond tears and
into severe pain.
Jason stayed silent.
"Jeff," I said, "what do you make of Jason's silence--does he
perhaps think he does not deserve punishment?"
Jeff--wisely--did not answer, but Jason took the bait. "Sir,
please sir, I am sorry, butÉ"
I cut off Jason, "No buts, no excuses. We are past that point
Jason, right now I need two things from you the first is to
acknowledge your misbehavior and the second is to acknowledge you
need to be punished. I if you are not prepared to do those two
things then you can spend more time in the window."
"Sir, I am sorry sir, you left Jeff in charge and I screwed up by
trying to boss him around and I deserve to be punished," he said
his voice trembling.
"Good then," I announced. "Jeff you will be first, tomorrow at
five o'clock, I expect to see you in the woods naked, waiting for
me, at five o'clock."
"Yes sir," he responded.
"Jason, I expect you there at eight o'clock sharp."
"Yes sir," Jason responded.
"Ok you can use the bathroom and then go to bed, if you want you
may have some water, only."
Both boys scampered out of the room in slight terror that I might
start the punishment right there and then
I waited till about five minutes after five in the morning to make
my way to the clearing. Jeff was there naked, waiting.
I guided his hands into the rope restraints and left him bound.
Some marks were visible still from the minor thrashing they both
got when I came home from Amsterdam.
I talked to Jeff for a few minutes before administering the
punishment, reminding him why he was being punished and that the
punishment would continue until he had been crying for quite some
time.
Then, I began to administer the birch. Freshly cut, there was
still some sap dripping from the end I was holding. I was
extremely forceful even with the first few blows. This was a
punishment after all and it behooved me to make sure that by the
end, Jeff was in excruciating pain.
Repeatedly I laid blow after blow with the birch on Jeff's bare
buttocks, back, and thighs. Further as he writhed and turned to
try and avoid the sting of the birch some marks would land even
more painfully on less-muscle covered areas such as the side of
his legs.
After about four minutes and fifty hard strokes he was screaming
loudly in pain for me to stop. I hit harder and faster. After ten
minutes his entire backside was lined with red marks and quite a
few around his sides from attempting to avoid the birch.
By fifteen minutes we were past Jeff's pain threshold and he was
crying, no bawling. He was also screaming and howling like a
banshee after each stroke.
I kept up the corporal assault with the birch. Punishment has to
go past tears. Deep welts began to rise especially around the
buttocks where I had started to concentrate the blows.
I continued for some forty five minutes with Jeff in tears for
about thirty of them before finally stopping of my own accord to
avoid breaking his skin during this punishment session. No inch of
his back side was white any more, from his shoulder blades to the
back of his shins, red marks lined his body.
Still restrained, I came around and held him letting him sob and
cry in my arms from the pain.
After he calmed slightly, I undid his restraints and carried
him--fireman's style--up to his room and laid him face-down on his
bed. I went away and returned with a tray of food and some water.
I sat with Jeff until around five minutes past eight and left
indicating that I wanted him to stay in his room except to go to
the bathroom.
Jason would be more difficult to punish. I even checked his
bedroom to make sure he had gone down to the clearing. He had.
Once down there I found him crying already and he immediately
began pleading for me not to punish him.
"Jason you are about to about several hundred reasons to cry from
a rather severe birching," I said matter-of-factly. "I suggest you
pull yourself together and contemplate your bad behavior."
I lifted his arms over his head and into the rope restraints. I
went away for a bit to cut a fresh switch for the punishment. I
returned to find he had pee'ed himself in terror.
It hardly seemed necessary to rub his face in the dirt-urine mix
as his hair was still matted with urine from two nights earlier
and he reeked of urine.
I focused on the task at hand and began violently administering
the punishment with the switch. I was more forceful than with
Jeff, this time I focused on landing fifteen to twenty extremely
forceful blows a minute on Jason's exposed body.
The effect was marked. Almost immediately he began screaming and
howling in pain after each stroke. Further as he twisted around
attempting to avoid blows and I landed them anyhow on whatever
part of his body was exposed he would howl louder.
It took only five minutes to reduce my miner fuck-slave to tears.
That's when the punishment really started though. I continued the
onslaught with the switch for another thirty plus minutes through
Jason's tears, pleas, and screams.
Red was the rule on his backside from shoulders to heel. As I
wound down, I focused the last few minutes of intense punishment
on his buttocks with the intent of making it particularly
excruciating to sit for several days. Jason took notice and
obliged by crying louder and screaming more.
Finally, when I was afraid that one more stroke might leave him
bleeding, I stopped and held him much like I held Jeff.
The next morning, both boys were still quite sore and I called
Jason in sick from work. Jason apologized to Jeff and I indicated
that next weekend Jason should request that Jeff administer the
razor strap punishment that had started this whole affair. Jason
nodded meekly in agreement.
Both boys were particularly attentive the next night as well to
my sexual needs. While they are always quite good, I find the
night or three after a severe punishment a boy is even more
attentive. Jason in particular started a new thing of licking in
between my toes that I find both slightly ticklish and quite
intensely erotic.
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