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J-pup, Chapter Four
Monday morning arrived way too soon.
Since my schedule included mandatory overtime, start time was at four thirty. That meant getting out of bed at three o'clock in the morning to shower, have breakfast, relax a bit, then make the short drive to work.
The three a.m. alarm woke me up out of an amazing dream. Of course it was inspired by the events that took place the night before between J-pup and me.
In the dream, he was tied up to a hook in the ceiling, his wrists bound together by the leather shackles. He was completely naked except for his mask. His smooth body glistened with sweat in the heat of the room. A black tail wiggled back and forth, held tight inside him by the biggest plug in my assortment of tail plugs.
A puddle of precum had formed directly below his semi rigid cock. His decent sized balls were stretched further than the night before, evident by the inch and a half ball weight/stretcher that put constant pressure on his tight balls. His smooth hairless sack, obviously stretching from the tightness of the weight, was bright red.
Since he had been groaning and whining for release, I had purposely ripped his black jock strap off, the pouch inside already soaked with piss and precum, and stuffed them into his unwilling mouth.
Of course my alarm went off just before it was time to unshackle him and give him what he'd been begging for, being bred by me. The cold water of the shower did the trick, tempering my early morning desire.
A short time later my work week began and it was time to concentrate on my work and not about the amazing weekend of sex with J-pup.
The insane part of it all was trying to find out just who J-pup was.
Since we promised to not reveal to each other our identity, there was no way to really figure out just who he was, other than it was quite likely that his name began with a J. As every younger guy that fit his physical size passed by my work bench or walked by me on my way to the cafeteria or rest room or other areas, my eyes tried to glance at the name on his badge, which displayed his mugshot, first and last name, as well as department number. But to no avail, none of the names on the badges started with a J.
As curious as I was to find out the identity of who J-pup was, at no time during the work week did I access the app during working hours to see if he was online again.
A quick check Monday night yielded no messages from him. Neither did Tuesday nor Wednesday.
Thursday night was a different story. As my two hour work out night at the gym was finished, I'd showered at the gym and yes, walked bare assed naked from the shower area to my locker, not really caring who looked or didn't look. A couple of young wannabe punks caught a glance, staring a little too long as I glared at them and just shook my head and smiled. It was tempting enough to ask them if they liked what they saw, but since the gym had the best equipment in town, getting kicked out for making a snide remark to some punks was the last thing on my mind.
I returned home and was getting ready for Friday. I had just prepared my lunch for work when my phone buzzed. It was a notification from the app.
Sure enough, it was a message from J-pup.
< Woof! Hi Sir!
< Hey Boy. Ready for more?
My cock began to grow instantly, and by the time I'd gotten his next reply, precum had already begun flowing.
< Yes Sir.
A few minutes passed before my next response was sent. He responded before me.
< More please, Sir?
Since my Friday night was open, I laid out the instructions to him once again. Eight PM sharp. Be clean inside and out. Wear a Mask, collar, black jock strap, tail. No shirt, no shorts. Black socks, black shoes. Park in front of the house, walk in the porch, bark at the door. Sit and wait for me to answer the door.
It was as if I went to bed with a hard on and seemingly slept all night with one. The continuation of punishment/fun with J-pup promised to be another amazing time.
The dream from early Monday morning weighed on my mind and would set the tone for the action that would take place Friday night.
Thankfully there was a steady flow of work Friday making it easy to concentrate on the tasks at hand rather than sit and watch the seconds and minutes on the clock tick by waiting for the end of the day. There was no time to seek out which of the young men could be J-pup.
My energy level was raging, so after work I went directly to the gym. Another two hours and I felt totally pumped. Once again I showered at the gym, then walked naked back to my locker. There was a young guy that looked like he'd never lifted weights at all in his life that was changing into a pair of basketball shorts and a Nike tee shirt at the locker next to me as I stood in front of my locker.
Out of the corner of my eyes I saw his eyes transfixed on my cock. I just chuckled, thinking that most certainly this guy who had to be only nineteen or twenty at the oldest was most likely gay and was probably drooling at the sight of my semi-erect cock and heavy balls. If it hadn't been for the arrangement with J-pup, I'd have definitely invited him over and given this little faggot what he wanted. Maybe next time.
An energy drink and some protein bars for dinner when I got home was all I needed to be ready for another session with J-pup.
Once again I put on my leather harness, a black jock strap, my black leather shorts, socks and black leather boots, and of course my black and blue mask.
At precisely eight o'clock the front porch door opened and J-pup woofed as soon as he got in the door. Just because I felt like it, I made him wait about five minutes.
I got up from my chair, opened the door and let him crawl in on all fours. Sitting by the door, he looked up at me, his eyes seemed to be smiling yet were nervous. And for good reason. Mask, collar, no shirt, only a black jock, black socks and black shoes. No tail. I shook my head in disgust. I took the leash from the hook on the wall, fastened it to his collar and began to lead him to the basement, but stopped in the middle of the living room.
When it became apparent to him that I noticed his tail was missing, he hung his head. On his hands and knees, I put my right hand out in the command to stay where he was. I had the riding crop on the table in the kitchen, which I quickly retrieved and promptly gave him five swats on each ass cheek, causing him to yip a couple of times in surprise.
I now led him to the room in the basement, this time using the second half of the room. This side had a hook in the ceiling, as well as a cross with hooks for basically spreading arms and legs out and away from the sub's body. That would come later. For now, making Sunday night's dream a reality was first and foremost a priority.
Positioning him just below the hook in the ceiling, I motioned for him to stand up. Using the inch thick rope this time, I quickly wrapped his wrists together, formed a loop, and fastened it to the hook, leaving him just enough rope so he almost had to stand on his toes. Sensing tonight was going to be about punishment and struggling, his small cock was already making a tent in his jock strap.
First course of punishment was for not wearing his tail. The first swat on his bare ass with the rubber paddle caused him to jump and whine. By the time he took the fourth and fifth, he was starting to move away and flinched with the thought of the oncoming swat. The tenth and final swat left his ass cheeks a bright red color now, and he had broken out in a sweat. I held up one of the other tails to his face, shaking it and growling so he knew what he'd forgotten. With tears in his eyes, he closed them and nodded his head.
The next course of punishment would involve his nipples. I walked around in front of him, looking at his smooth flat chest. His abs were nonexistent, but he did not have any body fat either. My cock was straining to get out of my jock and shorts, and I could feel the fabric of the jock getting soaked with precum. In time, just not yet.
I pinched his right nipple gently, making him moan. I did the same to his left nipple, causing him to moan even more. I wanted to lick and bite them but resisted and instead opted for the stainless steel nipple clamps instead. He didn't see the first one go on, but as soon as the teeth from the alligator clamp bit in to his tender teat, he did scream and jump, whining and whimpering as the tension of the teeth radiated through his nipple and his chest. When I clamped the second one on his other nipple, he screamed again, struggling with his arms and legs trying to shake of the pain.
Next I took his shoes and socks off, and then his jock. The pouch was nearly soaked already with his precum. Since he was still whimpering and groaning due to the pain in his nipples and as in the dream, I held the precum soaked, inside fabric of the pouch up to his mouth, stuffing the entire jock inside his less than willing mouth, the soaked fabric directly on his tongue.
With his legs now spread apart and his arms stretching from above, I tied ropes around his ankles and fastened the end of the ropes to hooks on each side of the room, leaving no room for him to move his legs inward.
Instead of using a ball stretcher/weight this time, I opted instead to take a smaller diameter rope about six feet long and wrapped it first around his erection and his tight sack, his balls trying desperately to crawl back inside his body, something they'd probably not done in ten years, judging by their size. One loop at a time, I slowly coaxed them further from his body, stretching his sack as the tight loops wrapped around his sack. With each loop he groaned, and when the loops reached to about six or seven I stopped. Any tighter and he'd more than likely be in severe pain, and that wasn't the goal, just yet anyways.
I could tell by the amount of precum dripping from his rigid cock that was pointing straight out from his body that he was loving this. It was time to take it up a notch. I took the end of the rope that was attached to his sack and carefully looped it through the eye hook in the floor that was about six inches behind his outstretched tied legs. Pulling the rope just taut enough to remove any slack, he had little margin for error in movement.
Closer examination of his groin revealed about a quarter of an inch of pubic hair that had grown back since I shaved it all off last weekend. I looked him in his now almost terrified eyes as I ran my fingertips over the ends of the growth. I shook my head back and forth and immediately he knew what he should have done.
I got a bucket with warm water, some shaving cream and the razor, and proceeded to remove any growth of hair around his still rigid cock and stretched balls. When I was done, I carefully wiped off the excess shaving cream with the warm wet rag, then gently ran my fingers around his now smooth groin, which resulted in an increase of precum to ooze from his cock.
The fingertip touches and caressing of his stretched sack was obviously turning him on quite a bit, and as much as I wanted to touch him all over starting with his legs, his chest, arms, and finishing off by touching the sensitive underside of his cock that would more than likely cause him to shoot his cum halfway across the floor, instead as his head was now tilted upward enjoying the pleasure of my light touches, he didn't see me grab the riding crop and had no forewarning at all as I slapped his already red ass with a couple slaps of the crop, causing him to almost scream in pain as he tried to jerk his body away from the contact of the crop, which only resulted in the rope that was tied around his sack to apply a quick pull on his sack, causing a nice jolt of pain in his groin.
Still, throughout the pain, he remained rock hard.
And he did not growl even once.
After giving him several slaps on his ass with the crop which he took well despite feeling the constant tug on his balls, I grabbed one of the medium sized black butt plugs, lubed it up and after teasing his hole for a minute or so, I eased the plug in until it was secure inside his ass. As the plug was going in, the tip hit his boy spot and as it passed, a decent sized glob of precum oozed out of his still raging hard cock.
Butt plug firmly in place, it was now time to move him to the cross. First I undid his legs, then his balls, and finally his arms. He glanced at the table and I could tell he would have preferred the table, but instead I led him to the cross, where he willingly let me fasten his wrists and then his ankles to the black wooden cross that was in the shape of an X.
Next came the ball weights/stretcher again, this time I opted for the two inch weight that went on easily since his balls had not yet retracted from being pulled by the rope. As the screws on the weight were tightened, he groaned as his balls were now stretched further than they had been before. Still, his cock was hard and pointed straight out.
With the alligator clips still on his nipples, it was time to get the flogger. I started with his upper body, using it on almost every inch including his sides. Then I moved to his legs, then his groin. Still hard, his skin was getting red from the flogging, but he seemed to be enjoying it. So of course I turned it up a notch, flogging him a little harder.
This made him groan and start to whine, but still no growl. His jock strap, which was still inside his mouth, was now soaked with his spit and saliva, as some of his spit dribbled from his mouth and landed in the middle of his chest.
The pain part was done for the moment. It was now time for some pleasure.
I put on a pair of black neoprene gloves which I'd gotten from work. They are great for touching and conform to my hands perfectly. Starting with his neck, I touched him lightly all the way to his hands, then to his sides, chest, and finally to his freshly shaved pubes. Stopping just shy of his cock, I started at his feet, tickling them to the point that I thought he was going to piss himself. Of course I stopped, then resumed touching up his legs until I once again reached his tortured sack.
I did the same on his sides, making him writhe in pleasure, trying not to laugh or piss, which probably wouldn't have happened since he was still hard. With each tickle motion on his sides I got closer to his crotch.
For a moment I thought about taking his five inches deep in my mouth, but instead I spat a huge gob of saliva on his smooth groin, using my gloved right hand to catch the glob before it dripped off his captive balls and rubbed it all over his cock. He moaned in shear delight as I slowly stroked him, first not touching the sensitive underside, but then going for it.
It didn't take long before I could sense that his first orgasm was building fast and just before he was about to cum, I pulled off just in time. I stood up, looked him in the eye and could tell he desperately wanted to cum. So I edged him three more times, repeating the same process as before.
Once again, just as he was ready to explode, I backed away, leaving him on the verge of speaking to me and breaking our promise of silence. Instead he began to whine, like a dog whines for a treat or to do anything to please his master.
I knew he would be able to cum more than once, and since he'd tolerated everything I'd dished out discipline and pain wise, it was time to give him the release he desired.
Resuming the light touches after slight tugs on each of the nipple clamps that had a chain connecting the two, I ran my fingers down his sides, then his hairless groin, which once again caused another string of precum to resume flowing. When I began to stroke his full, tight and aching balls, he started moaning and tried to break loose from the leather shackles to no avail.
J-pup's breathing was increasing now as I began to move the butt plug around in his hole, bringing it out just past the greatest circumference, then pushing it back in so the tip would hit his boy spot. I did this three or four times, making his prostate reach the edge and ready to burst.
The pleasure he was feeling had him now whining and moaning almost non-stop. When my fingers began touching his rigid member from the base to the tip, I knew he was seconds away. I now focused only on the sensitive underside of his cock, stroking it gently.
That's all it took.
When the first wave hit, he almost yelled out, whining, howling, groaning as jet after jet of his cum shot a good four feet across the room, leaving a trail as the jets got smaller. Halfway into his orgasm I wrapped my hand around his cock and milked it for all it was worth. I kept going until it got super sensitive, making him wiggle and to desperately try get away from my grasp.
Finally he growled twice while trying to catch his breath.
I stopped stroking him, backing away to observe this pup as he came off probably the best sexual high he'd ever had.
His chest was red from being flogged, his ball sack was red from being stretched, but the way his head was tilted back and his breathing finally returned to normal and his cock was still hard told me that he enjoyed every second of what I gave him.
Time to move him to the table. I unshackled him from the cross and led him to the table.
This time, I motioned for him to lay down on his back on the table, his head off the edge as I quickly shackled his ankles and wrists again to the table. I removed the nipple clamps and the soaked jock strap from his mouth but left the butt plug inside and ball weights attached.
My aching cock was ready to throat fuck him, so I approached his masked head and freed my cock from its wet shell inside the jock and my leather shorts. As soon as he knew what was about to happen he lowered his head. At first I teased his willing mouth with the wet tip of my drooling cock. Each time the head touched his lips, he eagerly moved his head to take it inside his mouth, but each time I pulled it away. Then of course I inched it inside his hot and wet mouth until my hairy sack was against his mouth.
I fucked his mouth and throat for at least ten minutes, giving him ample time to breathe before I snaked my monster cock back down his throat balls deep. He was becoming very good at this, and as much as I wanted to flood his throat with my first load, I pulled out and pulled him back on the table far enough so I could remove the butt plug and in one swift motion, buried my cock balls deep in his eager ass.
First he yelped, then he groaned, then he whined, then groaned more. As much fun as this position was, I decided to go back to the position from last weekend.
I released his hands enough so he could wrap his hands and forearms around the back of his knees, allowing me to have a better angle to give him what we both wanted.
It didn't take long.
The deep fucking and sensations from my cockhead pushing his boy spot was all it took before he once again shot his load all over his chest, face and hair -- hands free of course -- which caused my first massive load of the night to flood his hole with my cum.
We actually both howled with pleasure, and we were both still hard.
I unshackled his hands and after cleanly wiping my cock off, I motioned for him to get on his knees and start sucking me.
Doing as he was instructed, he sucked me with fervor, taking my cock as deep as he could, most of the time balls deep. After about ten more minutes of sucking me, a puddle of his saliva had formed on the floor, mixing with his dripping cock.
I motioned for J-pup to move over to the horse -- a small black leather table of sorts -- where he would be able to bend over far enough to expose his not so tight pucker. When I rammed it in full hilt again, once again he yelped, then began moaning as of course it felt good, hitting his boy spot even better than before.
My previous load was dripping out of his hole when I pulled out and rammed back in, making the perfect lube.
I reached around and found his still hard cock and began to stroke it.
It didn't take long before his third load of the night was milked out, splattering on the side of the horse as he bucked and wiggled, moaned and howled as his spasms caused my second load of the night to once again flood his now abused hole.
Totally spent now, he sat down on the cold tiled floor of the room, looking at the puddle of cum he'd shot on the floor.
I wasn't done yet.
I motioned for him to get up on the table again on his back. I thought about not shackling him down but decided to shackle his hands to the table and spread his legs again with his ankles shackled to the hooks on the legs of the table. He didn't fight me or growl, so of course I went for round three.
His previously hard cock was now limp, and for the first time I realized how small it was limp. He was definitely a grower, as it looked like it was only about an inch or two at the most when it was limp.
This turned me on even more, so as I fucked him good for close to fifteen minutes. Still soft, he began breathing faster and moaning more so of course I fucked him harder so my huge head would repeatedly hit his spot.
Just as I was about to blow my load deep inside him, he managed another orgasm, his limp cock getting half hard before it dribbled out a small amount of jizz. I felt like grabbing his cock and jacking it just before he came, but instead grabbed his hips and ass and pounded away with each shot of cum that was deposited deep inside his ass.
When we both came down from our sexual highs, I pulled out, found my jock strap and pulled it over my still hard and dripping cock, the head peeking out above the waist band of the jock, my hairy ball sack soaked with my own jizz nestled nicely in the pouch.
Before I unshackled J-pup, I looked for the wrench to unfasten the ball weight. As I began to unscrew the weight, an idea came to mind and it made perfect sense.
For him to be my pup and be loyal to me, he would be required to wear a cock cage twenty-four seven.
Finding the right sized ring to go around his good sized now stretched sack, I pulled the sack and each ball through the hard shiny metal ring, its cold steel now perfectly fitted against the smooth skin of his groin, around his sack and cock.
Since it was a Friday and I anticipated his return on Saturday for more fun, I opted to use the micro chastity cage with a catheter that inserted into his cock. This cage, about forty three millimeters in length and thirty three millimeters in width, essentially gave him the feeling of not having a cock anymore. Also, due to its construction, there'd be no way he'd be able to get any pleasure whatsoever by touching himself.
As I lubed up the catheter that was attached to the cap of the cage and started to insert it into his now flaccid penis, he winced and whined a little, and even growled once as I slowly inserted the catheter into his urethra. Once the cap of the cage covered the head of his cock and was now in place for the lock to be installed, he seemed to be accepting of his new chastity device. I loved the way it looked: like he no longer had a cock.
Plain and simple. It was as if my pup had been neutered and would now be ready to please only me.
Seeing him now in complete chastity got me hard as a rock.
In fact, I was so hard, and I'm not sure why but I unshackled his legs, bent them up to his chest and dove into his abused ass, licking and tasting the remnants of my loads, making him moan and whine again.
Of course I sunk my huge erection deep inside his abused hole again, making sure that the head hit his tender boy spot again and again. Seeing his small limp cock now completely covered and held captive by the chastity cage gave me renewed vigor. I fucked him harder and faster than before, and as my bush repeatedly tickled his hairless sack, I sensed I was almost ready to cum.
Sure enough, just as I blew my fourth load deep inside his bowels, the constant pressure of my thick cock head relentlessly tickling his spot triggered another hands-free prostate orgasm for J-pup. He was shaking, his legs quivered, his whole body was moving as probably the best most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced unleashed an entire new sensation for him. As I pulled out of his ass, my cum dripped out onto the table just as his cum started to ooze out of the catheter tube attached to the end of the cage.
Both of us now were completely spent of our sexual energy. I unshackled J-pup from the table, and with shaky legs he slowly stood up, looking down at his non-existent cock and smooth groin as a stream of my cum ran down his leg.
I took the leash down from the hook on the wall, fastened it to his collar and after he put his saliva soaked jock strap back on, I led him up to the bathroom, where I unleashed him and let him clean up.
When he came out from the bathroom, we didn't make eye contact. Instead, I hooked the leash back up to his collar and led him to the door. As he had done before, he sat, offered me his hand.
We shook hands, I opened the door and he slowly made his way out to his car. No shirt, no shorts, no tail. Just the mask, his socks and shoes, a soaked black jock strap, and of course his locked up cock.