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No Break by Master Lou
Part II
"Ow! What the fuck! Ow! Ouch!" I heard Mark exclaiming from his bedroom. The digital clock on my table showed 4:06 a.m.
As I dragged myself from my comfortable bed, Mark came charging into my room, buck-ass naked except for the CB2000 cockcage clamped over his manly balls and completely entrapping his dick. I don't know what he wore to bed last night -- he usually sleeps in boxers or long flannel pants with no shirt over his hairy chiseled chest. By the time he got to my room that morning, he was bare-assed like I said, slightly hunched over in pain, tugging uselessly at the chastity device I locked on him yesterday. He probably stripped out of his pants to check the device the instant his painful erection woke him.
Mark shouted, "What the fuck have you done to me, Lou? This thing hurts like hell. Get it off of me! I can't stand this pain in my cock."
I tried to calm him, remembering back to when I had secretly tried the cockcage overnight to see what it was like. I had used the regular spacer on the top side of my cock between the 2 rings, not the one with the small plastic teeth that I put on Mark before we went to bed last night. With my morning hard-on, I was able to get mostly hard but it was uncomfortable. The chatity cage prevented me from stimulating my cock. Sure, it tugged hard on my balls when I boned up and, kinda like when your dick shrinks up into you when you swim in cold water, the pressure caused part of my erection to push back into my abdomen since there was not room in the cage to hold all of my stiff cock. I realized Mark must be feeling something entirely different with the tiny sharp teeth biting into his full hard cock. "Get a grip, Mark. You just have some morning wood. Walk it off for a minute and you know it'll go down. Then you'll settle into the cage just like yesterday."
"Easy for you to say, asshole. My cock hurts! I need this off now!"
"I've got the only keys, friend. You're not going to get any sympathy from me calling me `asshole'." I stated simply. "Either stay up and moving around so your erection fades or go to the freezer and get some ice to chill your balls with. It's physiology, Mark. After a few nights, your body will probably learn to stop getting morning hard-ons. Taking it off now will only delay the physiological response and you'll have the same problem every night on spring break."
I felt concern for my friend and his painful predicament. At the same time, when I though of the sharp pain he was feeling in his dick, I got aroused. It was turning me on to keep him in the cockcage, punishing his boner for the very natural and masculine act of springing morning wood. Under his circumstances, I don't think he noticed my arousal at all.
Mark stormed off still naked to the kitchen. I followed in my boxers and got him a kitchen rag while he raided the freezer for a large handful of ice. I could tell he was getting some relief already. He hopped around from one foot to the other bareassed trying to relieve some of the pain in his cock but he was no longer hunched over. He looked sexy as hell with the cheeks of his bubble butt flexing. He was way too firm for there to be any jiggle. I was only used to seeing guys this vulnerable in my fantasies. A minute of holding the ice-filled cloth over his balls and the over CB2000 and he began to look much more relaxed and comfortable. If a look could kill, the scowl he gave me while he iced his nuts would have done me some serious harm. I didn't care. I was watching my best friend, the muscle-bound wrestler who shared my apartment, in our kitchen naked except for a chastity cage locked on his balls with a second lock holding his penis securely into the device by this P.A. piercing, freezing his own nuts with a bag of ice because that choice was better to him than the sharp pain his boner had been causing. He gave no thought to how exposed he was, thinking only of his entrapped cock. I imagined what difference there would be when he started getting horny and began to realize the significance of not being able to jack off or screw any of the babes we met at the beach. I knew from the way this turned me on that I was going to have some great fun on spring break next week.
When the immediate crisis was ended, Mark went off to bed to get some additional rest for tomorrow's exam. I found one of the ice bags we kept for the aches and pains of training for varsity sports -- Mark for wrestling, me for swimming -- and filled it with fresh ice for him. I took it to his bedroom and gave it to him in case the need arose again for quick relief but I did not apologize. He understood what got him into this situation and he knew from our nearly three-year friendship that I would not be backing down from my requirements without a more compelling reason.
I didn't hear anymore from Mark that night and before we went off to our separate exams late the next morning, Mark grudgingly answered my inquiry by saying he had gone back to sleep without more problems that night. He tried to play it cool and detached when I insisted that he drop his pants and let me make sure everything was undamaged. It was. Not even a bruise showed but I was sure that did not minimize the intense sharp pain his involuntary nighttime boner had caused him.
This was Wednesday and after our last mid-terms today and tomorrow, we were taking straight off to drive to the beach. It's a long way from Chicago to southern Florida and we planned to get a start on Thursday afternoon, stay anyplace along the way for a few hours sleep, then get to Lauderdale on Friday afternoon ahead of the crowd of sexy chicks and horny guys.
(to be continued)