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Keri finished going through the wedding invitations. It was exhausting work.Gerry had some five hundred relatives to invite, as well as all these businesscontacts. She heard a sigh from the kitchen, almost a moan. Poor Gerry?it washard when he was cleaning the baseboards or leaning down to scrub the bottomof the refrigerator, because his  hard cock, encased in the horrible cage,was squooshed against his stomach, making both stomach and cock rather painfullycontracted. Keri smiled. He should stop thinking about sex, then. She returnedto the invites.   Keri only had about thirty-five people to invite?herimmediate family, high school friends, some university friends, though she'dbeen much too busy with Gerry's training  and her various lovers to havemuch  of a college social life. The most important person she was goingto invite was her cousin Margo?Margo and her mother, Aunt Helen, had  takenlittle Keri Ann from a life of drudgery and proletarian predictability, intothe fabulous adventure she was having now?.Margo would have to come. Keri sighed.Aunt Helen would have loved to have seen what Keri had done with Gerry, afterHelen had passed on.

 Keri looked down at all the envelopes. She thought of all the otherstuff going on. Though Gerry did the grunt-work, it was Keri who had to planthis thing, and also work on Gerry's training, balancing that with her specialservices to Giles and the others, and of course  her work for her M.A.in International Relations at American U. She needed help, and she needed agood lover and an arm to lean on. It was time to tell Gerry about Bill. Kerireached past the envelopes and rang  a large brass bell, and Gerry cameinto the room, slowly, walking carefully on five inch spike heels. His feetwere squashed into the heels?no transvestite shoe store supplied shoes fora man of Gerry's size?and he had trouble balancing.

Gerry had complained about wearing a dress around the house, so Keri was lettinghim wear short hot pants and net stockings, and a lavender blouse with a plungingneckline. Gerry was grimacing a little, and Keri looked down at the cock cagehanging out of the  open zipper of the hot pants. Yes ,  his peniswas hard, engorged, and twisting around in the cage, which was purposely toosmall to accommodate full erections. Gerry must be looking at  the seventeenyear old sunning herself in the back yard, Keri thought.

 ?Did you get the refrigerator cleaned yet?? Keri asked pleasantly. ?Yes,Miss Keri?I cleaned the kitchen, and scrubbed and waxed the floors in the kitchenand dining room.? Gerry was pleased at his industry that day. ?Are-are theinvites all right? My secretary addressed them, and I stamped them. I don'tthink I forgot anyone.? Gerry  looked anxiously at Keri's razor strop,hanging on its nail.

Keri smiled, and patted the seat next to her on the sofa. ?Yes, darling. I'mquite pleased with everything.? Gerry sat down hesitantly. Good moods withMiss Keri were quite often more dangerous than when she was irritable. Keristacked the envelopes and put them on the coffee table and leaned towards Gerry,her breasts pressing against the light blue turtleneck. ?I need to talk toyou about someone who may be moving in with us.?

Keri reached over and stroked Gerry's rouged cheek. ?I have a friend who isgoing to give us a lot of help ?  Gerry looked puzzled. ?Move in withus?? Gerry had never quite gotten over the fact that Keri had purchased a separateapartment, and that she was working as a teasing and denial dominatrix, or ?therapist?.This was new. ?Why? Do you need help, Miss Keri? I do all the housework, thecooking, yard work, and I give you lots of money to hire help for anythingelse.? Gerry leaned back. ?I think we are quite happy, don't you? We're gettingmarried??

Keri gently interrupted. ?Do you remember Bill? Bill DiMarco ?? A look ofpain came over Gerry's face, but at the same time his cock swelled furtheragainst the metal bars. Keri had met Bill in her Philosophy of Political Inquiryseminar, Bill  was a muscular, handsome guy?and he and Keri had becomelovers. Gerry was used to this sort of thing, he had long experience of servingbreakfast   in bed to Keri and her lovers, and Miss Helen and herparamours  previously . He had even gotten used to some boyfriends witnessingand occasionally participating in his discipline sessions.

 But Bill was different than the other men, in that he had no discomfortwhatsoever at Keri having a male slave, and had demanded his due during thetimes he stayed over. When Keri got her morning oral attentions from Gerryjust after waking up, Bill insisted that Gerry come over and suck his cockas well. Bill had become quite interested in participating in Gerry's training,and sometimes took Gerry down to the basement dungeon for discipline and CBTwhile Keri was studying upstairs or playing Frisbee with other friends. AlthoughKeri gave a good scientific whipping, knowing all of Gerry's especially sensitivespots, like the tender area between his bottom and thighs, Bill was far morevicious in wielding the whip or strap, and he swung with the force of one whobench pressed 350 four times a week. Bill had taught Gerry various forms ofgood cocksucking and also how to ?rim? Bill and his ?bear? friends from DupontCircle . It turned out that Bill was bisexual, and had spent five years asthe live in master of a  prominent oncologist in Chicago .  

Gerry shivered. ?Bill, why Bill. Miss Keri, I don't like Bill.? Ker smiled,and ruffled Gerry's hair. She reached into her purse and took out  hercuffs and her ring with the two all important keys. She gestured for Gerryto put his hands behind his head, and locked his hands there with the cuffs,and then motioned for Gerry to stand up. Keri carefully pulled Gerry's hotpants down around his knees, and unlocked his chastity cage. Pulling it off,Keri lightly stroked Gerry's stiffening cock with her fingertips. ?Now, isn'tthat better?? Gerry gasped. Kerri had been so furious after Gerry had burstin on her and Giles several weeks ago.

 She'd not taken him out  of the cage even to play with?and hispoor cock had felt the neglect. He'd had to keep up his regular cunnilinguisschedule, eating her out four or five times a day, and giving Keri lots of  long, nude massages.  Keri of course walked around a great deal in clingingbelly shirts, short-shorts, whatever the weather was, when she was inside,and high heels.

 Keri had been a Hooters waitress in high school, and often wore thisoutfit, which drove Gerry mad .. Although once she had tied Gerry up, and  rubbedice against the bars of the cage to calm his painful erection, his requestsfor her attentions had been met with flat no's. ?Please, please? he'd begged. ?Keri,please just stroke me a little?even if I can't cum.? Keri would shake her headsorrowfully. ?Gerald, you have to learn to hold your temper. I just don't feellike touching you for  a while. But you can touch me. Why don't you rubthis scented oil on my breasts again??

Now, feeling Kerri's forefinger toying with his bulging glans for the firsttime in three weeks, Gerry was almost panting. ?What's wrong, baby?? Keri asked,smiling. ?Is this too much stimulation?? Keri was wearing a snug t-shirt thatsaid ? Vienna ? on it, reminiscent of their last trip to Europe (Giles, Keri'smoney client, was pestering him now to go abroad with HIM.) and she was alsowearing a  mini skirt, despite the fact that it was February. ?No, MissKeri ,please continue..? Gerry had been dying for this. The jewelry he'd boughtthis woman in the last ten days to have this happen?and now, finally. His cockfelt like it was swelling into a Louisville Slugger. Oh, my.

Keri smiled, and leaned over, kissing Gerry's neck. Pulling back, she continuedto gently tease Gerry's cock with two fingers. ?Honey, I want Bill to comelive with us?.? Keri's voice was soft but firm. ?I really need a man aroundthe house.? Gerry's shoulders slumped. ?And he's a great lover?I love yourtongue, but honey, sometimes I gotta have a stiffie in there, you know?? Gerrylooked at his beautiful girl desperately. ?Miss Keri, maybe our relationshipcan change a little bit now?we're getting married. I love our sessions, andI couldn't go without them, but we could make a little tender love? ? Keriput her other hand over his mouth. ?No, sweetheart.? Keri smiled. ?You're agood little guy, but Mommy needs Daddy, I think?and also, Bill will help mewith you, your training.? Gerry's heart stopped.

To have Bill DiMarco around the house all the time? He'd left poor Gerry blackand blue, and with a swollen jaw from cocksucking , just constantly, the previousspring, and Bill was only visiting once a week or so then! And who was thisguy that he'd be telling Gerry what to do? Gerry was smarter, frankly, andmuscular himself, and a lot better looking. He only submitted to Bill becauseit was under Keri's orders, though then Bill was quite a martinet to him. Keri'slong pink forefinger nail was teasing Gerry's foreskin, occasionally wanderingunder the shaft to worry the frenum , and then inching its way back up to thetop?Gerry loved this, but wanted her to grab his cock and jerk it and jerkit. But Keri was too smart for this. For up to a month after Gerry had an orgasm,Kerri would tease him with alternate long and short masturbatory pulls?tenquick strokes to get his cum rising, and then ten slow ones to keep Gerry fromsquirting all over the place. But after six weeks without an orgasm, Keri wouldhave to go much slower, because Gerry was so close to cumming ?closer as histime without release went on.

?I think I could be the guy you want, a man to make love to.? Gerry said withoutmuch hope. Keri  squeezed the back of Gerry's neck gently and rubbed thenails of her non-stroking hand over Gerry's chest hairs. Gerry found this incrediblyarousing, especially when she flicked his right nipple. ?Keri loves you, Gerald?butnot that way. And you know you don't want to assume the full responsibilityof using your erection? How long's it been, forty years now??

Gerry turned beet red. It was true, ?Scary Gerry? hellion frat boy had takena room  in Helen O'Neill's house, and then he and Helen, a sexy olderwoman, had discovered their mutual interests in dominance, submission, teasingand chastity. Gerry had been only nineteen then. Except for one or two briefflings with other women when he and Miss Helen had been temporarily brokenup, Gerry had not come anywhere except in his own hand for thirty-seven ofhis fifty-six years, either with Helen or Keri. Although Gerry had been quitethe cocksman between ages twelve and nineteen, since then he'd probably forgottenhow to fuck anything. His closest experiences came when Keri had forced himto squirt by humping the dining room floor.

Keri smiled, watching Gerry's red face. ?Honey, you aren't made for that manlystuff. Also, there's the question of your behavior a few weeks ago.? Gerryhung his head. ?I know you have apologized profusely for interrupting me andmy client, but Giles was very affected by your blustering, though he did enjoyyour pleasuring his wee-wee.? Gerry blushed harder. ?And the nice jewelry you'vegiven me from Tiffanys ?God we go there every week now, don't we??since thenhas helped in apology?but the fact is.? Kerri began juggling Gerry's ballswith one hand, and pulling his shaft slightly with the other??You just aren'tdisciplined enough, and your training has suffered.

?We'll still have our time together, ? Keri continued, as she played witha vein connecting Gerry's shaft to the scrotum.?I'll still tease you?wheneverI like. But I won't have as much time for that anymore?and Bill says you don'tneed all that teasing. He says you need to do more and behave better withoutall those rewards. He thinks I let you cum too often?I know , it was sixteenmonths before the last one, and seven months since?but Bill thinks you area spoiled sex addict. He wants to train you to be a better boy?a firm handis what you nee?especially now that you and I are getting married.. all thatcommitment, you know..? Gerry sobbed as Kerri tweaked his glans and did a fewstrokes along the shaft. ?You won't be able to share the master bedroom withme any more?Bill will sleep there. He says he thinks you should sleep in thebasement, on the floor, but we'll discuss that later.

Don't cry, honey?I've needed some help with you for a while And really? Kerismiled. ?How is a one hundred ten pound little baby girl supposed to controla 220 pound attack-dog lawyer and  rugby player?? Gerry rolled his eyes.She'd done it well enough  so far.

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 Keri's long French nails stroked the tip of Packer's cock, and trailedup and down his purple vein, before stroking the sensitive area just belowthe glans vigorously. Packer bit his tongue, he was shaking all over, his armsand legs pulling helpessly in their four-point restraint on the punishmenttable .  Unlike Keri's boys who she would tease until just before theycame, Packer was a control slave. Keri would try to make Packer cum?he wasteased, tormented and tortured, and he'd get oh, so close, but he so far, hadn'tlet loose?the punishment for these sins were serious. Keri grinned, and tickledPacker's balls. She was wearing a little blue T-shirt, and her breasts wereprominent beneath it, and they seemed to pull the shirt up over her pants,exposing her navel prominently. ?C'mon, Packer?? Keri crooned. ?Are you goingto squirt in Keri's palm?? Keri rubbed Packer's shaft with vigor and Packerbit his lip watching the French nails dance across the shaft. ?Oh, Gertie'sgoing to be proud of you.? Keri smiled.

. Keri had picked him up at the airport and driven him back to his place?shehad been house sitting for him while he was gone. He'd never guessed that housesitting was part of her program in filling his special needs, but, as she said ? I  don'tget to stay in houses this big very often.? When they'd gotten back, Keri hadhelped Packer to put his stuff away, and then asked him how he'd been?he admittedthat he'd had nasty thoughts and lustful desires about stewardesses and younggirls in crop-tops Rollerblading around San Marco Square during his stay inVenice.

Keri had ordered Packer to strip naked and she'd  removed his chastitybelt. It seemed that everyone had a key to that belt but Packer. Gertrude hadcontacts all around the world---women who Packer would drop in on, and they'dunlock him, tease him for a bit, and then lock him right back up again, togo to his next destination. Madam Solozzo in Venice had been incredibly stimulating,and Gertrude had even bribed a stewardess on Packer's private jet to unlockhim in the bathroom, and give him a quick, extensive stroking before lockinghim back up and turning him over to Keri.

After Keri had clothes and chastity belt off, she tied him face down on thepunishment table in his basement. Using  a series of  willow  switchesthat she'd had soaking in the bathtub all afternoon, Keri had made Packer repentrather loudly for his carnal sins of the heart. After she'd drawn blood, Keriturned Packer around and re-strapped him to the bed, and begun quickly stroking.

 Packer was an unusual client for Keri, as he actually had a wife-mistresswho lived in Packer's Manhattan apartment?Packer couldn't wait to get hometo Gertrude, she'd promised him that he could cum when he got back---IF hecould jerk off with his left hand in less than four minutes. Packer was terriblyhorny. Gertrude was more generous with Packer's chances for orgasm than Keriever was with Gerry. Packer got a chance to jack off once a month? but theywere chances?and he had to earn them.

When Packer and Gertrude had lived in the Bethesda house together, once Packerwas told to jerk off in front of the picture window. Being campaign managerto a  gubernatorial candidate at the time, Packer quietly forfeited hisright to cum that month. Gertrude was much easier on Packer the next month,letting him quietly jerk off in the privacy of his den, but wearing sandpapergloves. Another time Packer was forced to do sit-ups to the point that he couldauto- fellate himself?that was a tough one. Packer had had to do daily crunches  andsit-ups for nearly six months before he could get his dick in his mouth, andthen another four before he made himself cum there?ten months of chastity.In the last year,

Packer had had a very difficult time, as Gertrude kept giving him time limits,and it was hard to jerk off in five minutes when you'd been stuffed with cumfrom excessive teasing?at least in Packer's case.

Gertrude put Packer through excessive CBT if he had an unauthorized orgasm,so Packer had become very good at holding back, but it was hell. ConstantlyPacker was being teased by his wife or his various ?managers? in differentstates and cities around the world, and he wasn't allowed to cum.  Gertrudealso allowed Packer to screw her, but he had to pull out before anything ?wet? happened.

Once or twice Gertrude had hired six hundred dollar near-model level callgirls to give Packer slurpy blowjobs, sometimes for nearly an hour. Packerhad to hold  his orgasm back. So then when Gertrude had ordered him tocum within ten minutes three months ago, jerking with his left hand, Packerhad been somewhat inhibited?and he hadn't made it within the allotted time.Next month she shortened it to five minutes, and he had to jerk with his lefthand while she caned his butt?and now he had to do it in three and a half minutes?buthe hoped he'd be ready then, and that he wouldn't cum now ..it was so tempting.

Keri, alive with sweat from the three hour stroking, took off her shirt, showinga lacy pink bra, with the tops of her breasts looking like opaque basketballs,Packer thought. Keri poured lots of lube over Packer's crotch and began pumpingheavily and quick and fast?when Keri was dealing with a client who was tryingto cum, she would alternate quick and fast with slow, slow strokes, to keephim from spurting, but Gertrude had promised Keri a three hundred dollar bonusadded to her fee of a grand if she could get Packer to cum?so Keri went atit. Packer had to be careful, the last time he came without permission, Ms.Gertrudehad put some kind of  itching powder in his chastity belt, and lockedit up for a week, followed by a week of Ben-Gay in the belt.

Keri pumped wildly, and Packer closed his eyes for a moment and groaned?thenfinally she slowed down, and he opened them, and Keri flashed a nipple at him,pulling down her bra cup swiftly. This was so hard for Packer. He loved Gertrude,but she was in her fifties, and Keri was so much more attractive. It wouldinfuriate Gertrude if Packer had an orgasm here when he was so successful atwithholding them at home, as if to imply Gertrude was too wrinkled to givehim one.

Keri stroked faster?Packers cock jumped and bucked, and he tried to move hiships away from her magical hands, but he was tightly bound to the four boltholders of the hard metal table, each of his limbs stretched way out. Kerikept on, Packer watching her jiggling breasts in their lacy balcony?He wasso close?but then he remembered another time when he'd cum without permissionin the hands of a domme in Tokyo, and when Gertrude had discovered it, she'djammed Packer's wee-wee in a jar of angry wasps. He'd nearly been hospitalizedthat time. He by some miracle was able to keep from cumming ?he watched Keri'stits, and her long fingernails across his foreskin?remember the wasps?Keriflashed another nipple at Packer, and rubbed a thumb along his frenulum . Maybeit was worth it to cum?no ,  Remember back in '98 when Gert caught youmasturbating and attached the jumper cables?...hold back?remember the stapler?Hold back?Keri tickled Packer's balls and went on, but finally Packer seemedto prevail. Although he was still hard as marble, she could tell that he wasdetermined not to cum.

Finally Keri stopped stroking Packer in exhaustion. ?Well, I am proud of you,Packer.? She climbed off the table and put her T-shirt back on, it somehowemphasized the curve of her breasts even more prominently.

?You have amazing self-control?Gertrude is going to be so proud of you...Idon't know why she puts you in a chastity belt at all.? Keri picked up thelast willow switch, the others had all broken on Packer's ass, and looked atit meditatively. ?Gerry, my fiancée, just came without permission abouttwo days ago.? She looked at Packer, who felt some pride at his self control.It was amazing how he could endure this sort of thing, but he kept the punishmentsdown?he was aroused by CBT, but he was also terrified of it, and the strengthnot to cum, rewarded him in this way. ?You know, Packer, I was so mad at Gerry,he'd only been celibate nine months?he came in my hand, and this isn't thefirst time.?

Keri began tapping the willow switch against Packer's engorged, purple penis,streaming with pre-ejaculate. ?It was sad?he didn't even enjoy cumming , ashe was so filled with fear over his punishment, which of course followed immediately.? Keritapped Packer's cock a little harder with the willow switch. Keri sighed. ?IfGerry had just waited, I was going to let him cum in me for the first timeon our wedding night. It was supposed to be a surprise ? Keri hit the tip ofPacker's glans lightly, and Packer winced.? ?Gerry  would've not cum fora year  then, and it was going to be such a nice reward, getting his firstsquirtie in a year, with real sex, and I'm a demon in bed, Packer? Packer'scock got bigger with no hand stimulation. Keri shook her head. ?I had to punishGerry quite severely?so I whipped his cock with a switch very much like thisone.? Keri began tapping even faster on Packer's cock.

 ?In case you had some idea about cumming ,? Keri said, tapping rapidlyon the glans , ? I think I should give you a demonstration of what a cock whippingfrom Keri is like.?

Packer grew alarmed. ? But  Miss Keri, I didn't cum. You teased and jerkedme for three hours and I didn't?you don't have to show me the punishment, Iwas good?OW!? Keri whacked Packer's cock quite hard. ?I know, Packer, but youmight just get some ideas.? Keri looked stern. ?This will just let you knowwhat you'll get if you cum against the will of me and your Gertrude.?

Keri whacked Packer's cock, right on the glans again. She had amazing aim,it didn't travel across the cock at all?right on the tip. Keri struck again,and Packer screamed. Packer's cock was so hard, from all of Keri's stroking,and slick with precum and lubricant, and the willow switch of course was wetalso?it was terribly painful?Packer thought perhaps he was being bull whipped,this hurt so much.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Packer screamed and cried as the switch hit his glans againand again, before Keri stopped.  ?Are you all right, dear?? Keri askedin honeyed tones. Packer gasped and huffed. ?Miss Keri, you're blistering thehead of my penis, ma'am?please.? Keri looked carefully at the bruised glans, and nodded. ?How right you are, Packer.? Keri unlocked  Packer's legirons and re-connected his legs to the same bolts that held his arms, leavingPacker's butt up in the air, and his cock standing straight out, the ballshanging loose. Keri strapped a cock ring around the base of the scrotum, pushingthe organs out from Packer's uplifted groin. Packer's testicles were huge andthus a good target, as his  scrotum was very swollen from months of semenbacklog, and  Keri pulled the balls up over Packer's legs.

Keri backed off, picked up the switch and hit Packer five times on his exposedballs. ?Why, what are you doing?? Packer screamed, tears running down his face.He could no longer see Keri hitting him, with the legs jacked over his face,so he couldn't emotionally prepare himself for it. ?You asked me to stop hittingyou on the tip of your cock, so I'm variating .? Keri smiled, and exercisedher arm a few more times before her cell phone rang. Keri picked up the phoneand said ?Hello? Oh, Bill. Hold on.? Keri moved over to the bolts connectingPacker's wrists and ankles. She pushed Packer's cock until it was close tohis mouth. ?Suck? Keri ordered. Packer sighed, and opened his mouth and beganfellating himself, just as Gertrude had taught him.

 ?I'm going to be on the phone for a while, Packer, so  I want youto suck your cock til it's really hard again?it seems to have wilted a bitfrom my efforts. I am going to talk on the phone. If I see you let go of yourcock, let it out of your mouth at all, I am going to give you the willow, andGertrude has given me permission to horsewhip you if you cum in your mouth..so I suggest you suck slowly.? Packer made some noises, indicating that hewould do as she said, and please don't punish him further. Keri walked overto an easy chair near the punishment table and picked up the phone.

Bill DiMartino leaned against the couch, and watched Gerry jump up and down.Gerry had been wearing a pink dress, but this had been discarded, as had thecock cage. Gerry would never dare masturbate with Bill around?he was too distractedfor that right now, anyway. Bill laughed. He waited for Keri to sign on again,the phone crooked next to his ear. He was hoping that Keri's session wouldlast a while, as he wanted to lock Gerry in the closet and go downtown?he hada date with a nice vanilla girl with a huge inheritance. The other night atLa Tomate , Candace had confessed that she sometimes fantasized about beinghit with a belt, and as far as Bill was concerned, this was a message fromGod.

 Bill's cousin Santino was a monk at the seminary near Catholic University, and Bill had a monthly engagement there as well. Bill would come see Sanny, strip him, whip him ,  and then Bill would allow Sanny to give him atongue bath and several blowjobs before he'd take off his cousin's chastitybelt, and then masturbate Sanny by squeezing the heel of his boot into thehead of Sanny's cock. Then the belt was put back on for another thirty daysof celibacy at Sanny's job doing P.R. at the John  Paul II Cultural Center. Bill?Homosexual? Heterosexual?  For Gillaume Tattaglia Dimartino Jr.,sexual preference was generally a case of whatever came through the door first.

?Please Sir? Gerry was dancing about madly. ?Please give me the key to thebathroom?? Bill grinned. Since Gerry's unfortunate spooge two days ago, Kerihad kept him on a punishment schedule with dire situations only known to herpeculiar imagination. Gerry had had to write a thousand times ?I will not haveunauthorized orgasms? writing one letter in pencil, then one letter ink. (?Iwill not ..? took Gerry at least a minute and a half) Then yesterday, she'dhad Bill give Gerry an ice cold enema, and made him hold it while running ona treadmill.

And today was the worst?Keri had fed Gerry two pitchers of  iced tea,and then locked the keys to the bathroom up?one drop of urine would be a veryuncomfortable situation for Gerald Morin, LLD, J.D. Keri had instructed Billto give it to Gerry hard if he  dropped anything on the floor and thecarpet, and she'd also slipped a little Ex-lax in Gerry's cocoa that morning. ?Please,Sir?please let me go to the bathroom.?

?I just can't take holding it in ..? Gerry's tears were streaming all overhis face. ?I am trying to, but it's been soo long. ? Gerry pulled his legstogether. Bill took another toke and then picked up a pitcher of water andbegan pouring it slowly into the glass, and Gerry burst into tears further,gritting his teeth against releasing.  Between the semen backload andhis near-infected bladder, this was almost too much. His right hand was swollenfrom writing sentences for days and days?

?Don't you have sentences to finish?? Bill grinned at Gerry, who appearedto be doing a Native American tribal dance right outside the lavatory door. ?ChiefGerry? Bill said, laughing. ?Keri said you could wee-wee after you finishedyour thousand sentences?where are you on that, slave-boy? Bill took a hit ofhis joint, and leaned into the phone to hear Keri coming back. Gerry leanedhis arm against the wall outside the bathroom, and cinched his buttcheeks togetherto keep from dropping a Hershey squirt, and prayed that nothing come out ofhis urine filled penis. ?I'm up to eight hundred and seventy-three sentences,Sir.? Gerry bit his tongue.

 ?It was much easier after you let me just write in ink, instead of alternatingwith pencil. Thank you.? Bill laughed. ?Well, I'm going to ask Miss Keri whatshe thinks? hello? ? Bill leaned into the phone. ?Yes, Keri?Gerry wants topee. He's done eight hundred fifty sentences or so ..? ?Eight hundred seventy-three,sir!? Bill looked evilly at Gerry. ?Did you interrupt me, Gerald? Your Masteris on the phone.?  Gerry dropped to his knees on the wood floor and puthis head on the ground. ?I'm soo sorry ..please ?? Bill laughed. ?What? He'sbeen locked out of the bathroom for five hours?since eight a.m ?? Bill nodded.

?Keri says if you can finish up to nine hundred sentences, you can go to thebathroom, Gerald?I would stand while I wrote them?? Gerry put his knees together. ?Ican't write?I can't move?? Bill related this to Keri. ?She says you are tryingto manipulate me, Gerald?Keri, I really don't want him to ..yeah . I mean,I had to hose him off in the back yard last week, it was truly disgusting.? Billlistened. There was noise on the other line. ? Packer  just came in hisown mouth?? Bill was delighted. ?Won't Gertrude be mad?you get a bonus now.He's trying to bribe you not to tell ?? Bill laughed, and said goodbye to Keri.Bill looked severely at Gerry, and threw the key, and Gerry lunged for it. ?MissKeri says that you can go to the bathroom before finishing your sentences,but I am going to give you fifty with the large wooden paddle.? Gerry noddedgratefully, and opened the bathroom door.

Eight minutes later, Gerry came hesitantly into the room, dropped to his kneesand put his head on the floor in front of Bill DiMartino . Bill was much moreformal than Keri in these matters, and insisted on this form of address whenGerald greeted him. Bill was very strict?Gerry had given Bill a job as a mailclerk at his firm, and assigned Bill to his floor. Bill brought his mail cartaround to Gerry's office three times a day for deliveries of  faxes ,Federal Express packages, and of course, mail. Usually Bill didn't see Gerrypersonally, as Gerry was now a managing partner with a huge office and twoparalegals two secretaries, and a receptionist, but at least once every twodays ,  Bill would tell Mrs. Hawkins,  Gerry's receptionist thathe had something for Gerry to sign, and  he'd go into Gerry's office,and close the door.

Usually, Bill would just have Gerry give him a quick blowjob, and sometimeshe'd kick the managing attorney in the balls, but at least twice a month, Billand Gerry would have a heavier scene when Bill came in to have Gerry ?signthe paper.?

 If Gerry had a client, Bill would have Gerry sign some piece of mail,and go down stairs, waiting for Gerry to buzz him back up. But if Gerry wasalone, or could dismiss his client, once he and Bill were in the room alone,things changed. Gerry would strip to his chastity belt and touch his head onthe floor, rise, and then bend over the arm of his couch and then Bill wouldput a leather gag in Gerry's mouth cuff Gerry's hands and whip Gerry silentlywith a  car radio  arial that they kept  in a closet in theoffice. Bill had a great arm with a car arial , having used them in gang warswhen he was a tough kid on Division Street in Chicago , and it was interestingto watch Gerry contort?were it not for his gag and the police handcuffs, Gerrywould've screamed and run out into the hall way of the firm, yelling bloodymurder. Bill couldn't have this, it would've messed up the mailroom job, whichwas a great slacker environment.

Bill would stop switching Gerry's buttocks and thighs when he drew blood,   andthen he'd help Gerry off the couch arm and to the floor, where Gerry wouldroll about in agonized silence, his hands still trapped behind him, until finallyhis pain had subsided. Then he would pull himself over to where Bill was sittingon the couch, and Bill would unlock Gerry's chastity belt, masturbate Gerryto a full erection, and then hit his penis and balls ten or fifteen times.Gerry could only take a few of these, as opposed to the fifty on his behind.But even then, Bill would have to cuff Gerry's ankles together, to keep Gerryfrom rolling over on the carpet.

After this, Bill would rub his Doc Marten work boots around on Gerry's cockand balls as Gerry moaned behind his gag?Bill would alternate between strokingGerry's penis gently with the boots, and then harder, stabbng with the heel?finally,just before Gerry would cum, Bill would kick him sharply in the nuts and thenput the belt back on. Then Bill would unlock Gerry's wrist and ankle cuffsand have Gerry give Bill a blow job and a rim-job. Often Bill would do a number2 in the bathroom, and not wipe well?he would have Gerry lick him out, withGerry on his knees, his hands massaging and gently pulling Bill's asscheeksapart as he licked out the full rectum..

Then Bill would take a clean pair of jockey shorts out of a file cabinet inGerry's office and put them on, while Gerry dressed, and then return to hismail duties. During the entire time in Gerry's office, during punishment, andfellatio, they said not a word to each other? Mrs Hawkin's ears were tunedfor words, if not for the sound of the car ariel .

After Bill had watched Gerry's head touch the floor for a bit, he motionedGerry to crawl across his lap. Bill lifted his wooden paddle, tapping it lightlyon Gerry's bottom before the onslaught. ?Gerry ..? Bill looked down at hisprone, naked slave, who was trembling. ?Are you glad I'm in your life, Gerry? ? ?Yessir.? ?And that's why at your wedding?? Gerry coughed. ?I've asked you to bemy best man.? Just before the first blow struck, Bill DiMartino thought abouthow great it was to have Gerry Morin as his best friend.

END OF BOOK II