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STUART, CELIBATE

Stuart had to talk to that kid?he had to get the CAGE? off?the tight rings locked around his penis were driving him crazy. Which was worse?

?Taffy?s confusion over Stu not being able to take off his pants? Or the fact that whenever Stu got an erection looking at?mostly men, but that hopefully was a phase, whenever his dick got hard, it was unable to fully erect in the crippling steel rings of the CAGE.

And then in the middle of the night, Stu would get nocturnal erections, or try to get them, and wake up in pain as his dick couldn?t expand in the smallness of the CAGE.

?Five times a night Stu would have to take cold showers?especially last night, when he?d been tortured with some of the memories of what Donnie O?Hara had put him through, because of Stu?s desperation to have the cock cage removed.

Stu recalled Donnie cutting the long? electrical cord of Stu?s bedside lamp,peeling back the insulation from the bare wires ?Now for your nipples to have a bit of fun, dude? Donnie had said softly, and he?d shocked and re-shocked Stu?s nipples as the young commodities broker had screamed.

?Stu had gritted his teeth as Donnie had brushed the electric wires once more across the sensitive nipples, before throwing Stu on the be, unlocking the CAGE.

?And now I will make your penis dance!? And the strap had fallen again and again, before Donnie had thrown it down, laughing, and ordering Stu to suck the teenager?s long, thick cock til Donnie had cum again and again. But what could he do? Stu?s mouth still tasted eating Donnie?s turds, mixed with cigarette butts, in a bowl of milk?super cereal, eh?

And at the end of that weekend?the boy had finally let Stu jerk off?but had stopped him at the last minute! And then Donnie had locked the CAGE again??Maybe next week, if you?ve earned it, Mr. Ambrosio.?

Four months. This had been going on for FOUR MONTHS. But it was over as of today! Stuart would be firm.

Stuart tried to look firm today? as he knocked on Donnie's front door. The memory of Taffy's lipgloss was still in him...how horrible it had been, telling her he couldn't take off his pants...she thought he was a religious nut!

Donnie's mother opened the door. "Hello, Mr. Ambrosio, what can I do for you? I'm just off to go shopping?" Stu smiled gameley. "I...wanted to see Donnie, Mrs. O'Hara. Is he in? It's about the newspaper delivery." Mrs. O'Hara gave Stuart a knowing look...sort of a Suuure it's about the delivery.

They were a strange family. Strange that Donnie had recognized the package on top of Stu?s mailbox. ?Oh, you?ve got a cock chastity tube, huh, Mr. Ambrosio? They?re complicated little things?I?ve got a little time.?

Stu had told the kid to mind his own business, but after two days of trying to assemble the CAGE himself, he?d waved Donnie over, and offered him a few bucks to put it together after his route. ?It?s just a fun thing to fool around with, heh heh.? Stu had told the kid.

Stu recalled that when Donnie had helped Stu assemble and put on the CAGE he'd told Stu "Yeah, this is easy. My dad wears one. Ma went out of town, and Dad gave me a hundred bucks to pick the lock so he could watch a Dr. Fellatio tape and wank it."

But then Donnie had pocketed Stu's key.

"Donnie! I need that key! This is just an um..experiment" Stu had roared. "C'mon, Mr. Ambrosio" Donnie'd grinned, "You couldn'ta got the thing on without me, and you know you need a keyholder. See you soon."

Now Mrs. O'Hara was smiling openly. "Well, I'll be gone all afternoon, and my husband is, you could say, tied up with a project in the attic. Oh, speaking of that, thanks again for helping Donald, Jr. do that wonderful work in our basement Thursday night. Oh Donnie? Your friend Mr. Ambrosio is here to see you, dear!" With a wink, she was gone.

Donnie came down. "Bye, Ma!" Donnie had obviously heard the Thursday remark, and was laughing, silently.

?On Thursday, Stu had dropped by, and Donnie had promised he might unlock the CAGE if Stu would help him with a little housework.

"Gotta de-mildew the basement, man" the kid had said, grinning

Stuart remembered scrubbing the walls and floors with detergent and water, as Donnie slashed his back with a malacca cane.

There had been plenty of water damage and Stu had carried carpets to be cleaned as Donnie had screamed at him viciously. "Get moving Cerdo!" Cerdo meant pig in Spanish,and Donnie was in third year Spanish at Aaron Burr Academy.

As Stu had removed silt and dirt stains from the walls with a hose, Donnie had grabbed the hose from Stu and shot him in the face with it. "You are the laziest man I have ever known!" Donnie had roared, before kicking Stu into the wall.

"No, sorry, man...not going to unlock." Donnie's verdict had been at the end of all Stu's work, negative. "Maybe Saturday, my mom'll be shopping and Dad's doing time in the attic, you know?"

Now Donnie smiled and stretched his biceps in a Goo Goo Dolls t-shirt that Stu recalled from four weeks ago, when Donnie had taken Stu out to the woods seven miles from town.

?He?d stripped Stu naked and cuffed Stu?s wrists behind his head, and driven off in Stu?s car, and it had been an interesting project, poor Stu getting home. Though Donnie had allowed Stu to masturbate to orgasm the next day before re-locking the CAGE?guilt?

Now, Donnie leaned against the doorjamb, his braces glinting as he grinned at poor Stuart. ?So, you came over to help me with my homechores, Stuart?? Stu rolled his eyes.

Not even ?Mr. Ambrosio? anymore. Not even the pretense of respect. ?Donnie?I?ve come by to get the key. I?m sick of this now.? Stu tried to look firm. He was, after all, much taller than Donnie, who had just turned eighteen. ?Donnie, I had some interest in chastity training, because I read something about it in the media, and I thought??

Donnie laughed. ?You?re a perv! You?re a slave! If you wanted that thing off your dick, you could buy BOLT cutters, man, don?t make me piss myself.? Donnie spun on his heel and ambled to the kitchen, his slender buttocks twitching in his loose jeans.

?Why do these kids wear those damn baggy pants? Stuart fumed, thinking of a TV show that said they liked to mimick prisoners, who had to wear baggy pants because they couldn?t have belts.

Stuart followed Donnie into the kitchen. ?Goddamnit, I don?t want to destroy my chastity device, I just want to unlock it and besides, my fianc?e, Taffy is wondering why I can?t screw her..because I can?t take my pants off and show her this goddamn thing on my dick!?

?Not to mention the tattoo, right Stu?? Donnie was falling over himself laughing as Stuart blushed. ?Or did you have that removed already, Stuart?? Stuart gritted his teeth and stared at the floor.

?You know I did, Donnie, you?ve whipped my butt since then.? Fifty-two days ago, Donnie had ordered Stuart to get ?I FUCK LITTLE BOYS? tattooed in bright colors on his left buttock, for about a $140 fee. The price of an orgasm?

Thirty-three days ago, right before his company beach trip, Stuart had spent seven thousand dollars to have the tattoo lasered off?and there was still a bright red mark. Stu looked at Donnie with furrowed brows. ?The key, mister. We?ve had enough of this. I?m going to talk to your dad about this if it keeps up??

Donnie looked frightened all of a sudden. ?No, not my Dad, Stuart. You?re going to talk to my Dad?he?s up in the attic?? Stu tried to look conciliatory. ?Well, just give me the key, Donnie?

Donnie?s eyes became big and Bambi-like. ?No, come see Dad. He?s real strict.? Donnie led Stuart up to the very top floor of their house, and then up a ladder into the attic.

Donnie waved Stuart in. ?Tell Dad what a bad boy I am?? Stuart started. There was Donald O?Hara, Sr., respected? Air Force colonel, bound and gagged, naked on the floor?and on his penis was a CAGE just like the one Stu had on.

The same thing, a series of standard nickel-plated steel rings connected by a leather strap over the colonel?s struggling hard penis.

Donnie giggled, and pointed to his blushing father. ?And note, Daddy has? the ball stretcher and separator on his testicles. I had to help Mom with that one.? Donnie smirked at Stuart. ?So what do you think the old man will do to me??

Suddenly Donnie?s fingers came up and twisted Stu?s nipple through his Brooks Brothers burgundy pullover. ?Get downstairs, you little queer. There?s been enough bullshit.?

Stuart hurried down the stairs, with Donnie lightly kicking his bottom. When they?d gotten back down to the living room, Donnie grabbed Stu?s burgundy pullover in a small fist.

??I am so sick of your bitching. You know goddamn well that you?d die if I gave you your keys back. You want them??

Donnie reached into his jeans and pulled out the chastity keys. ?You want these keys?so you can jerk off and put the thing back on and take it off? Take them!? Donnie held the keys out, and Stuart reached for them, but then dropped his hand.

??I-I just??What was wrong with him? Didn?t Stu want the keys? SLAP! Donnie?s hand flattened Stu?s lip in a cruel backhand.

?All that trouble for nothing. What the fuck?s wrong with you?? Donnie snapped his fingers, and Stuart, lower lip trembling, unbuckled his pants and pulled his belt out, handing it to the boy. ?Drop ?em now, queer.?

Stu shamefacedly pulled his pants down. He? hesitantly pulled his underpants down as well, and bent over the couch.

?WHACK! ?Thank you, Master Donnie, may I have another?? WHACK! ?Th-thank??WHACK WHACK WHACK! The belt fell implacably across Stu?s buttocks a few times. ?Take it all off, Stuart. You make me sick.?

Stuart stripped naked, trembling, and Donnie began laughing as he saw Stu?s erection bulging relentlessly in the CAGE. ?What a homo like you wants with a fianc?e is beyond me, man.? Donnie? reached in his pocket and brought out a couple of clothespins, which he snapped on Stu?s nipples, and Stuart cried out!

? Then Donnie locked Stu?s hands behind him with cuffs that seemed to appear out of nowhere??Now, Stu, I?m going to unlock you.? Donnie?s changing voice was assured as he unlocked Stuart.

?And can I cum, Master, please?? Stuart was begging, as he felt the beautiful hands of the young man gently stroking and massaging his large cock. ?It?s been so long, Donnie? please let me cum?I?m so hard.?

?But Stuart? Donnie said softly. ?You just had a chance to have the keys yourself?you coulda gone home and taken the goddam thing off and pounded your pud into puke, dude?.but you?re a fool, man. Seven times in the last four months I?ve offered you the keys back, but you never remember that you?ve refused them?maybe you don?t wanna cum.?

He was right, Stu thought wretchedly. All Stu could remember was the wanting, the needing?and how much he needed this nasty boy to be in charge of his orgasms. ?B-but can I cum tonight, Sir?? Stu?s eyes were begging, and Donnie toyed with Stu?s cock, meditating on God knows what?bands, piercings, girls? Whatever boys wanted. And Stu would make sure Donnie got whatever it was?

Donnie stroked Stu?s cock for a few moments, and Stu began breathing faster as Donnie stroked just a little faster??You like that don?tcha?? Donnie asked in a velvety tone, tickling Stuart?s frenum with vigor. Oooh yesss. ?You want to cum, baby?you want to make a mess in your little man?s hand?? Donnie?s voice came softly in Stu?s ear.

THWACK! Stu winced as Donnie?s belt landed on Stu?s groin full force, WHACK THWACK! Two more times on Stu?s glans and his cock limpened.

Through tears, Stu begged, ?Why, why did you do that? Why did you hit my penis, Master Donnie? In the past four months I got a tattoo for you, I bought you a Vespa, an Ipod, a Blackberry?why do you hate me, Sir??

But Donnie?s nails were tickling Stuart?s cock into a full blown erection again and Donnie?s tongue was running circles in Stuart?s ear. What a great young man he was? and maybe Donnie would give it to Stu in the ass as he?d done a few nights ago? but why oh why was Donnie so mean?

Whack! The belt fell again on Stuart?s tortured cock. Stu burst into tears.

?Well, don?t be upset, Stu?you don?t take the keys, why should I jerk you off?? Donnie asked innocently.

Suddenly Donnie?s knee slammed forcibly into Stu?s testicles and the young commodities broker fell on his knees weeping. Donnie dragged Stu by the hair to a couch, and sat down.

?What do you want now, Stu-bum?? Donnie asked lazily. ?Your cock, Master?? Stu asked hopefully. He felt ridiculous, cuffed and naked on his knees in front of the kid.

On the first of last month, Donnie had had Stu suck off eight of his male friends while they?d all watched a Pearl Jam concert video?But Donnie?d kept his own dick in his pants?he?d stood behind Stu as he sucked each boy?s dick, whacking Stu with Mrs. O?Hara?s carpet sweeper, and warning Stu of dire consequences if he bit down on anyone?s dick?

Since then, Stu felt his cocksucking abilities were even better, and he hoped fervently that Donnie would give him a chance?but now Donnie was waving his muddy soccer boots at Stu.

?Lick them off?like you licked your shit off my dick when I corn-holed you on Monday.?? Stu obediently began licking the cleats clean, gagging on the foul mud. But he was a good cleaner, and soon Donnie?s boots looked as if he?d just bought them!

?Now, lick all of Ma?s used cigarette butts out of the ashtray?uuugh!

?And now I want you to rinse out your mouth?open up!? Stu opened his mouth, and Donnie pulled out his cock quickly, and began urinating. ?Now catch every drop, Stuart?I don?t want any piss on my Mom?s rug!?

?Stu?s mouth was as open as it could get, but a few drops hit the Oriental rug, and Donnie?s belt landed ten or twelve times on Stu?s butt, causing the commodities broker to cry once again. He felt as if he might vomit, from the bitter urine, but knew that this would only lead to more tears, and the repeated WHACK! ?Thank you Master Donnie?? was more than enough to bear!

?But after the whipping was over?Hallelujah! Donnie looked as if he was going to take his own pants down.

But Donnie was holding out a key again. ?Take this upstairs to the attic, and unlock Daddy and give him a nice blowjob?he?s not cum in 180 days, but Ma told me I could give him a treat, if I liked?so go give Daddy some relief?and then you can come back.?

Donnie quickly locked Stu back in his own CAGE before giving Stu the key to Donald Sr?s crotch prison. Half an hour later, Stuart returned, with humiliation on his face for having serviced another slave. But he gave Donnie back his key, and Donnie re-locked Stu?s own cuffs, and blessedly removed Stu?s CAGE once more.

And now would Donnie?. ?Kneel, Stuart!?

Yes! Donnie unzipped and dropped his jeans? ?Now, Master?? Stu couldn?t believe it. ?Well, not yet. Suck my balls a bit?and then you can??

?And finally? Stu?s mouth took hold of Donnie?s long, pink cock, and began slurping greedily. This was so much more pleasant than sucking the colonel?s old, wrinkled member.

?I may let you cum?? Donnie said ?Or I may not?? But Stu was barely listening now.

?We?ll negotiate the orgasm honey?? Donnie?s voice came gently. ?Just let?s see how your wee-wee kissing skills are today?and then we?ll do some scrubbing of the floors?Dad can help when I unlock him. Did I ever tell you about what a good blowjob Dad gives me? You are probably still fucked up over sucking Dad?but he can really suck a cock himself, that guy.? Stuart made a face around Donnie?s cock, and the boy didn?t miss it.

Suddenly, Donnie grabbed Stu?s ears and began slamming the cock down Stu?s throat again and again as Stu choked desperately. ?You don?t need a gag reflex?fag like you, Stuart?why can?t you suck like my Daddy does??

Stu was jealous but silent, as he had the boy?s dick in his mouth, and he would for at? least another hour?

STUART, CELIBATE

Stuart had to talk to that kid?he had to get the CAGE? off?the tight rings locked around his penis were driving him crazy. Which was worse?

?Taffy?s confusion over Stu not being able to take off his pants? Or the fact that whenever Stu got an erection looking at?mostly men, but that hopefully was a phase, whenever his dick got hard, it was unable to fully erect in the crippling steel rings of the CAGE.

And then in the middle of the night, Stu would get nocturnal erections, or try to get them, and wake up in pain as his dick couldn?t expand in the smallness of the CAGE.

?Five times a night Stu would have to take cold showers?especially last night, when he?d been tortured with some of the memories of what Donnie O?Hara had put him through, because of Stu?s desperation to have the cock cage removed.

Stu recalled Donnie cutting the long? electrical cord of Stu?s bedside lamp,peeling back the insulation from the bare wires ?Now for your nipples to have a bit of fun, dude? Donnie had said softly, and he?d shocked and re-shocked Stu?s nipples as the young commodities broker had screamed.

?Stu had gritted his teeth as Donnie had brushed the electric wires once more across the sensitive nipples, before throwing Stu on the be, unlocking the CAGE.

?And now I will make your penis dance!? And the strap had fallen again and again, before Donnie had thrown it down, laughing, and ordering Stu to suck the teenager?s long, thick cock til Donnie had cum again and again. But what could he do? Stu?s mouth still tasted eating Donnie?s turds, mixed with cigarette butts, in a bowl of milk?super cereal, eh?

And at the end of that weekend?the boy had finally let Stu jerk off?but had stopped him at the last minute! And then Donnie had locked the CAGE again??Maybe next week, if you?ve earned it, Mr. Ambrosio.?

Four months. This had been going on for FOUR MONTHS. But it was over as of today! Stuart would be firm.

Stuart tried to look firm today? as he knocked on Donnie's front door. The memory of Taffy's lipgloss was still in him...how horrible it had been, telling her he couldn't take off his pants...she thought he was a religious nut!

Donnie's mother opened the door. "Hello, Mr. Ambrosio, what can I do for you? I'm just off to go shopping?" Stu smiled gameley. "I...wanted to see Donnie, Mrs. O'Hara. Is he in? It's about the newspaper delivery." Mrs. O'Hara gave Stuart a knowing look...sort of a Suuure it's about the delivery.

They were a strange family. Strange that Donnie had recognized the package on top of Stu?s mailbox. ?Oh, you?ve got a cock chastity tube, huh, Mr. Ambrosio? They?re complicated little things?I?ve got a little time.?

Stu had told the kid to mind his own business, but after two days of trying to assemble the CAGE himself, he?d waved Donnie over, and offered him a few bucks to put it together after his route. ?It?s just a fun thing to fool around with, heh heh.? Stu had told the kid.

Stu recalled that when Donnie had helped Stu assemble and put on the CAGE he'd told Stu "Yeah, this is easy. My dad wears one. Ma went out of town, and Dad gave me a hundred bucks to pick the lock so he could watch a Dr. Fellatio tape and wank it."

But then Donnie had pocketed Stu's key.

"Donnie! I need that key! This is just an um..experiment" Stu had roared. "C'mon, Mr. Ambrosio" Donnie'd grinned, "You couldn'ta got the thing on without me, and you know you need a keyholder. See you soon."

Now Mrs. O'Hara was smiling openly. "Well, I'll be gone all afternoon, and my husband is, you could say, tied up with a project in the attic. Oh, speaking of that, thanks again for helping Donald, Jr. do that wonderful work in our basement Thursday night. Oh Donnie? Your friend Mr. Ambrosio is here to see you, dear!" With a wink, she was gone.

Donnie came down. "Bye, Ma!" Donnie had obviously heard the Thursday remark, and was laughing, silently.

?On Thursday, Stu had dropped by, and Donnie had promised he might unlock the CAGE if Stu would help him with a little housework.

"Gotta de-mildew the basement, man" the kid had said, grinning

Stuart remembered scrubbing the walls and floors with detergent and water, as Donnie slashed his back with a malacca cane.

There had been plenty of water damage and Stu had carried carpets to be cleaned as Donnie had screamed at him viciously. "Get moving Cerdo!" Cerdo meant pig in Spanish,and Donnie was in third year Spanish at Aaron Burr Academy.

As Stu had removed silt and dirt stains from the walls with a hose, Donnie had grabbed the hose from Stu and shot him in the face with it. "You are the laziest man I have ever known!" Donnie had roared, before kicking Stu into the wall.

"No, sorry, man...not going to unlock." Donnie's verdict had been at the end of all Stu's work, negative. "Maybe Saturday, my mom'll be shopping and Dad's doing time in the attic, you know?"

Now Donnie smiled and stretched his biceps in a Goo Goo Dolls t-shirt that Stu recalled from four weeks ago, when Donnie had taken Stu out to the woods seven miles from town.

?He?d stripped Stu naked and cuffed Stu?s wrists behind his head, and driven off in Stu?s car, and it had been an interesting project, poor Stu getting home. Though Donnie had allowed Stu to masturbate to orgasm the next day before re-locking the CAGE?guilt?

Now, Donnie leaned against the doorjamb, his braces glinting as he grinned at poor Stuart. ?So, you came over to help me with my homechores, Stuart?? Stu rolled his eyes.

Not even ?Mr. Ambrosio? anymore. Not even the pretense of respect. ?Donnie?I?ve come by to get the key. I?m sick of this now.? Stu tried to look firm. He was, after all, much taller than Donnie, who had just turned eighteen. ?Donnie, I had some interest in chastity training, because I read something about it in the media, and I thought??

Donnie laughed. ?You?re a perv! You?re a slave! If you wanted that thing off your dick, you could buy BOLT cutters, man, don?t make me piss myself.? Donnie spun on his heel and ambled to the kitchen, his slender buttocks twitching in his loose jeans.

?Why do these kids wear those damn baggy pants? Stuart fumed, thinking of a TV show that said they liked to mimick prisoners, who had to wear baggy pants because they couldn?t have belts.

Stuart followed Donnie into the kitchen. ?Goddamnit, I don?t want to destroy my chastity device, I just want to unlock it and besides, my fianc?e, Taffy is wondering why I can?t screw her..because I can?t take my pants off and show her this goddamn thing on my dick!?

?Not to mention the tattoo, right Stu?? Donnie was falling over himself laughing as Stuart blushed. ?Or did you have that removed already, Stuart?? Stuart gritted his teeth and stared at the floor.

?You know I did, Donnie, you?ve whipped my butt since then.? Fifty-two days ago, Donnie had ordered Stuart to get ?I FUCK LITTLE BOYS? tattooed in bright colors on his left buttock, for about a $140 fee. The price of an orgasm?

Thirty-three days ago, right before his company beach trip, Stuart had spent seven thousand dollars to have the tattoo lasered off?and there was still a bright red mark. Stu looked at Donnie with furrowed brows. ?The key, mister. We?ve had enough of this. I?m going to talk to your dad about this if it keeps up??

Donnie looked frightened all of a sudden. ?No, not my Dad, Stuart. You?re going to talk to my Dad?he?s up in the attic?? Stu tried to look conciliatory. ?Well, just give me the key, Donnie?

Donnie?s eyes became big and Bambi-like. ?No, come see Dad. He?s real strict.? Donnie led Stuart up to the very top floor of their house, and then up a ladder into the attic.

Donnie waved Stuart in. ?Tell Dad what a bad boy I am?? Stuart started. There was Donald O?Hara, Sr., respected? Air Force colonel, bound and gagged, naked on the floor?and on his penis was a CAGE just like the one Stu had on.

The same thing, a series of standard nickel-plated steel rings connected by a leather strap over the colonel?s struggling hard penis.

Donnie giggled, and pointed to his blushing father. ?And note, Daddy has? the ball stretcher and separator on his testicles. I had to help Mom with that one.? Donnie smirked at Stuart. ?So what do you think the old man will do to me??

Suddenly Donnie?s fingers came up and twisted Stu?s nipple through his Brooks Brothers burgundy pullover. ?Get downstairs, you little queer. There?s been enough bullshit.?

Stuart hurried down the stairs, with Donnie lightly kicking his bottom. When they?d gotten back down to the living room, Donnie grabbed Stu?s burgundy pullover in a small fist.

??I am so sick of your bitching. You know goddamn well that you?d die if I gave you your keys back. You want them??

Donnie reached into his jeans and pulled out the chastity keys. ?You want these keys?so you can jerk off and put the thing back on and take it off? Take them!? Donnie held the keys out, and Stuart reached for them, but then dropped his hand.

??I-I just??What was wrong with him? Didn?t Stu want the keys? SLAP! Donnie?s hand flattened Stu?s lip in a cruel backhand.

?All that trouble for nothing. What the fuck?s wrong with you?? Donnie snapped his fingers, and Stuart, lower lip trembling, unbuckled his pants and pulled his belt out, handing it to the boy. ?Drop ?em now, queer.?

Stu shamefacedly pulled his pants down. He? hesitantly pulled his underpants down as well, and bent over the couch.

?WHACK! ?Thank you, Master Donnie, may I have another?? WHACK! ?Th-thank??WHACK WHACK WHACK! The belt fell implacably across Stu?s buttocks a few times. ?Take it all off, Stuart. You make me sick.?

Stuart stripped naked, trembling, and Donnie began laughing as he saw Stu?s erection bulging relentlessly in the CAGE. ?What a homo like you wants with a fianc?e is beyond me, man.? Donnie? reached in his pocket and brought out a couple of clothespins, which he snapped on Stu?s nipples, and Stuart cried out!

? Then Donnie locked Stu?s hands behind him with cuffs that seemed to appear out of nowhere??Now, Stu, I?m going to unlock you.? Donnie?s changing voice was assured as he unlocked Stuart.

?And can I cum, Master, please?? Stuart was begging, as he felt the beautiful hands of the young man gently stroking and massaging his large cock. ?It?s been so long, Donnie? please let me cum?I?m so hard.?

?But Stuart? Donnie said softly. ?You just had a chance to have the keys yourself?you coulda gone home and taken the goddam thing off and pounded your pud into puke, dude?.but you?re a fool, man. Seven times in the last four months I?ve offered you the keys back, but you never remember that you?ve refused them?maybe you don?t wanna cum.?

He was right, Stu thought wretchedly. All Stu could remember was the wanting, the needing?and how much he needed this nasty boy to be in charge of his orgasms. ?B-but can I cum tonight, Sir?? Stu?s eyes were begging, and Donnie toyed with Stu?s cock, meditating on God knows what?bands, piercings, girls? Whatever boys wanted. And Stu would make sure Donnie got whatever it was?

Donnie stroked Stu?s cock for a few moments, and Stu began breathing faster as Donnie stroked just a little faster??You like that don?tcha?? Donnie asked in a velvety tone, tickling Stuart?s frenum with vigor. Oooh yesss. ?You want to cum, baby?you want to make a mess in your little man?s hand?? Donnie?s voice came softly in Stu?s ear.

THWACK! Stu winced as Donnie?s belt landed on Stu?s groin full force, WHACK THWACK! Two more times on Stu?s glans and his cock limpened.

Through tears, Stu begged, ?Why, why did you do that? Why did you hit my penis, Master Donnie? In the past four months I got a tattoo for you, I bought you a Vespa, an Ipod, a Blackberry?why do you hate me, Sir??

But Donnie?s nails were tickling Stuart?s cock into a full blown erection again and Donnie?s tongue was running circles in Stuart?s ear. What a great young man he was? and maybe Donnie would give it to Stu in the ass as he?d done a few nights ago? but why oh why was Donnie so mean?

Whack! The belt fell again on Stuart?s tortured cock. Stu burst into tears.

?Well, don?t be upset, Stu?you don?t take the keys, why should I jerk you off?? Donnie asked innocently.

Suddenly Donnie?s knee slammed forcibly into Stu?s testicles and the young commodities broker fell on his knees weeping. Donnie dragged Stu by the hair to a couch, and sat down.

?What do you want now, Stu-bum?? Donnie asked lazily. ?Your cock, Master?? Stu asked hopefully. He felt ridiculous, cuffed and naked on his knees in front of the kid.

On the first of last month, Donnie had had Stu suck off eight of his male friends while they?d all watched a Pearl Jam concert video?But Donnie?d kept his own dick in his pants?he?d stood behind Stu as he sucked each boy?s dick, whacking Stu with Mrs. O?Hara?s carpet sweeper, and warning Stu of dire consequences if he bit down on anyone?s dick?

Since then, Stu felt his cocksucking abilities were even better, and he hoped fervently that Donnie would give him a chance?but now Donnie was waving his muddy soccer boots at Stu.

?Lick them off?like you licked your shit off my dick when I corn-holed you on Monday.?? Stu obediently began licking the cleats clean, gagging on the foul mud. But he was a good cleaner, and soon Donnie?s boots looked as if he?d just bought them!

?Now, lick all of Ma?s used cigarette butts out of the ashtray?uuugh!

?And now I want you to rinse out your mouth?open up!? Stu opened his mouth, and Donnie pulled out his cock quickly, and began urinating. ?Now catch every drop, Stuart?I don?t want any piss on my Mom?s rug!?

?Stu?s mouth was as open as it could get, but a few drops hit the Oriental rug, and Donnie?s belt landed ten or twelve times on Stu?s butt, causing the commodities broker to cry once again. He felt as if he might vomit, from the bitter urine, but knew that this would only lead to more tears, and the repeated WHACK! ?Thank you Master Donnie?? was more than enough to bear!

?But after the whipping was over?Hallelujah! Donnie looked as if he was going to take his own pants down.

But Donnie was holding out a key again. ?Take this upstairs to the attic, and unlock Daddy and give him a nice blowjob?he?s not cum in 180 days, but Ma told me I could give him a treat, if I liked?so go give Daddy some relief?and then you can come back.?

Donnie quickly locked Stu back in his own CAGE before giving Stu the key to Donald Sr?s crotch prison. Half an hour later, Stuart returned, with humiliation on his face for having serviced another slave. But he gave Donnie back his key, and Donnie re-locked Stu?s own cuffs, and blessedly removed Stu?s CAGE once more.

And now would Donnie?. ?Kneel, Stuart!?

Yes! Donnie unzipped and dropped his jeans? ?Now, Master?? Stu couldn?t believe it. ?Well, not yet. Suck my balls a bit?and then you can??

?And finally? Stu?s mouth took hold of Donnie?s long, pink cock, and began slurping greedily. This was so much more pleasant than sucking the colonel?s old, wrinkled member.

?I may let you cum?? Donnie said ?Or I may not?? But Stu was barely listening now.

?We?ll negotiate the orgasm honey?? Donnie?s voice came gently. ?Just let?s see how your wee-wee kissing skills are today?and then we?ll do some scrubbing of the floors?Dad can help when I unlock him. Did I ever tell you about what a good blowjob Dad gives me? You are probably still fucked up over sucking Dad?but he can really suck a cock himself, that guy.? Stuart made a face around Donnie?s cock, and the boy didn?t miss it.

Suddenly, Donnie grabbed Stu?s ears and began slamming the cock down Stu?s throat again and again as Stu choked desperately. ?You don?t need a gag reflex?fag like you, Stuart?why can?t you suck like my Daddy does??

Stu was jealous but silent, as he had the boy?s dick in his mouth, and he would for at? least another hour?

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"Jesus Christ! That was some story," Velvet said, awed by Erin's tale of the Lasky brothers. "Did they wind up in prison?" I asked. "I honestly don't know," Erin replied. They were on track for it, and I don't know how they could have avoided getting into dope and theft when it was all over our neighborhood. But I stayed away from them... well, actually I didn't, at least not right away. But... hey, I told you about the first time." Erin looked at me and said, "Let's hear from...

Vicious CyclesChapter 7

Early the following morning Marianne awoke to find Lisa sleeping peacefully, snuggled warm against her young comforting body and safe in her arms. Gently Marianne arose so as not to awaken Lisa who moaned slightly as Marianne drew away from her. The younger lover bent over and kissed the older gently on the forehead, Lisa smiling in her sleep and drifting back to the delicious and satisfying dream of rediscovery. Quickly showering and dressing, Marianne toasted a bagel and made coffee....

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