Consequences of Misbehavior P6 - Rescue from Hopelessness

by Nathan

AUTHORS NOTE: This story is written in seven chapters, and is total fiction. The chapters are being posted separately, and while each chapter depicts a corporal punishment scene, they are probably best enjoyed if read sequentially. Author feedback that is positive or negative is encouraged and very much appreciated. None of the characters are real, and the names are all made up and any semblance to real people or actual places is not intentional. It revolves around a single main character who is a typical senior in high school, shooting his way through puberty and growing up fast. The boy is 17 at the story beginning, but soon turns 18 finds himself in trouble. Like a lot of teenagers in real life, he makes a few mistakes, and in doing so he learns a few hard lessons about the consequences of misbehavior. I hope you truly enjoy his adventures. – Nathan

CHAPTER VI – RESCUE FROM HOPELESSNESS

After Thomas Lincoln hung up on me, making it clear he would never let me out of my Probation Control Device (PCD), the feeling of despair was overwhelming. My cock was locked tight in that chastity prison, and my caged balls were aching, and the prospect that I was facing the rest of my probation period destined to be frustrated and horny was overwhelming. I was in shock, and the hard metal cage seemed to emphasize my hopelessness. The tears welled up, and I bit my lip to keep from crying.

My probation officer said: Damn. He’s pretty mad at you. That’s a tough break Mika. Very tough! I guess you will just have to live with being horny. But perhaps he will change his mind. And no matter what, you’ll survive, but it sure won’t be fun. It’s too bad. Yeah. I’m sorry. I really am. But perhaps it’s a good lesson for others, and you did make some bad choices and they are costing you now. Too bad you didn’t leave his sister alone!

I started to cry then, and the feeling of fear and defeat and misery just seemed to overwhelm me. He let me sob it out for ten minutes or so, and then he put his hand on my shoulder and guided me to the chair, where he buckled me down. I didn’t fight him. I was just totally defeated. He put in his key, and removed the tube holding my cock prisoner and took off the cage that was covering my balls, and when he did my cock jumped up eager and rock hard. As it bobbed in the air, my eyes were wet and the tears still ran down my cheeks. But I wasn’t crying out loud any more. I wanted to beg him, beg him to please let me get off, but that wasn’t in the cards, and I knew it. As far as he was concerned, my misery was just part of the lesson, and so there was really nothing to say.

He took a wet cloth and washed my nuts and cock and then he used the wax sheets I hated so much to rip my sex hair out by the roots until I was totally smooth once again. I had been keeping my pubes shaved, so with only my nuts to do, it didn’t take him very long to get it done. When they were smooth again, he buzzed for the doctor, and when he arrived my probation officer stepped outside and I could hear him explaining about what had just happened. I couldn’t make out everything that was being said, but I did hear enough.

Yeah, his Primary Victim really dumped on him. It was just really pissed, and I don’t think he’s going to grant any relief to this one again. I feel sorry for the kid, and he’s crying now, and I can’t say I blame him. Yeah, he’s going to be a very horny boy for a very long time. It’s a tough break for a teenage boy, and right now it’s hitting him pretty hard. But it should be a good example for his classmates, and he’s got no choice in the matter.

The door opened again, and my probation officer and the young doctor I had seen before came back into the room. The doc looked at me and smiled, and seeing his happiness at my misfortune just made the tears start flowing again. I was a mess, and my horny and very frustrated cock bounced and bobbed to my heartbeat and the end glistened with a bead of semen. I was so hard at that point my dick was jutting upward like a steel rod.

My probation officer picked up the PCD I had been wearing continuously for the previous month, and then he said: Well, I’ll leave you to check him out, and I’ll be back in twenty minutes or so, after I get this filthy thing sterilized. And then he carried my PCD out of the room to clean it, and left me strapped in the chair with the grinning doctor staring at me.

The tears were still streaking down my face, and the only thought I was thinking about was the long months of chastity to come. The doctor stopped grinning, and then he leaned forward close, and looked at me right in the eyes until he had my full attention. My heart started to pound. His eyes were intense, bright blue, and I could tell he was sorry for me. I had the thought that he was way too young to be a doctor, but he did have the white lab coat on. As I was staring back at him he picked up my eager cock in his right hand, and started to slide his fist over it, up and down, very slowly, examining it the way he always did when I was there for my mandatory appointment. This time he was giving my cock and extra thorough examination, looking at it closely, touching every inch of it. As he always did, he took out the bottle of state approved lubrication oil, and liberally worked it into the skin of my shaft, up and down, rubbing it over the head of my cock with his thumb. Soon, my cock and my balls were slick and glistening. I knew he was just getting me ready for the cage, but the feeling was almost overwhelming and my cock grew harder from his attention. God he was making me feel so fucking good! As he was getting me ready for the cage, he said: Tough break kid. Yeah. So, tell me something. Did your girlfriend ever give you a blow job?

His question caught me by surprise, but I shook my head, and sucked in the snot that was running down my nose. I tried not to cry again, but the tears were still wetting my eyes and I was feeling very sorry for myself.

His thumb was drawing little circles over the head of my dick, and the end flared wide. I was oozing precum at this point. The doctor said: No? Never? Girls are supposed to suck off their boyfriends. That’s their job. Have you ever had a blowjob from anyone in your life, ever?

I shook my head again, and then I said, my voice quivering: No. Not ever. Jenny wouldn’t do it. She said she didn’t like the taste.

The doc smiled again. His thumb that was making the circles on my cock head now was moving a little faster, and my dick bobbed up and down eagerly. As he was doing that he said: Well that’s too bad. A guy like you deserves a blow job now and then. There is nothing quite like it, feeling a tongue tickling the head of your cock, licking your shaft top to bottom, and finally swallowing your dick deep, sliding their lips up and down your shaft top to bottom until your nuts start boiling and your seed shoots out like an explosion. Yeah, every teenage boy deserves to feel that! You’re 18, and I’m sure you would enjoy it.

I was so fucking horny, and his words made me harder than I had ever been in my life. It was like he was taunting me, making me realize how much I was missing. I stared at him, and then, unexpectedly, he slowly leaned over, and as I watched, he opened his lips and let them slide over my erection, taking in every single inch of my rock hard cock. He went all the way down to my balls....all the way, taking my entire cock in his mouth until his lips were against my balls and the head of my dick was deep in his throat! OH GOD! He started going up and down then, up and down, and my nuts started to boil and then a second after that I tossed my head back and grunted. I was going to cum!

But I didn’t! No, just before I was going to shoot my load, he pulled off of my shaft...letting it bob and bounce and right on the edge. That went on for a minute or so, with me right THERE between heaven and earth. Then, as the feeling started to recede, he leaned forward once again and said: Yes...there is nothing quite like a blow job. Nothing. Every teenage boy your age deserves a blowjob now and then. Especially you. You are cute as hell.

Then he leaned down again, and this time his tongue reached out and licked the underside of my dick head, and then through the slit that was oozing precum. Then, oh-so-slowly, once again he went down on my shaft, all the way down, until my entire pulsating cock was deep in his throat. Then he started sliding his lips up and down the full length of my shaft, up and down and I felt my toes curl. My nipples became points, but he kept going, a little faster now. My nuts started to boil, and I didn’t last thirty seconds more before I exploded...my month of pent up sperm just came shooting out of my cock like a fountain. It splashed into the back of his throat, and then I shot and shot and shot, and he swallowed every single drop. I seemed to ejaculate forever, and in fact, I think I shot the biggest load of my life. Finally, after at least a minute or more, I was finally spent and my nuts stopped pulsating.

I gasped. I was breathing in and out, the feeling of satisfaction and relief almost overwhelming. Oh GOD! The doc sat up then, and licked his lips, and then he looked me right in the eyes again and said: Your girlfriend is a fool. I think you tasted great.

Then, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a yellow padlock, exactly like the one I had been wearing for a month. As he held it up to my face he said: This padlock looks like yours, but it’s different. For one thing, the first key slot, the one your mom’s key fits, doesn’t do anything. It clicks, but that’s all it does. It just makes a sound. With this lock on your package, your mom’s key isn’t doing anything at all but keeping her happy.

I stared. My heart was pounding. I had no idea what he was saying, or where he was going, or why, but I stared at that yellow lock and my heart raced. He was still working my slick dick with his fist, very slowly up and down with his hand, up and down, and my cock was still half hard even though I had just shot my load down his throat. He was rubbing the end of my cock, and my cock head was turning red from the excessive stimulation. He pinched my foreskin there, and I felt the irritation and he rubbed it rapidly between his thumb and forefinger. It started to hurt. He was tickling my scrotum too, but then going back to the head of my dick. He started flicking his thumb over my cock head, digging his nail into the head of it. It started to really hurt now, and it was turning a brighter red, the irritation more than a little uncomfortable. He was smiling, staring at my dick as he pinched and scratched at the foreskin.

Soon it was bright red, and that’s when he stopped. He was still playing with the yellow lock in his other hand, and as he dropped it back in his pocket he said: I think you and I need to see each other a little more often. With a year and a half of probation ahead of you, it is my professional medical opinion that 18 months is too long a period for a hot guy like you to not get off. Don’t you agree?

I was staring at him right into his eyes. He smiled, a sly smile that went across his face, and I could see the lust in his eyes. My cock stirred in his fist. My tears had long since stopped running down my face. He owned me at that point. I nodded in agreement. Yeah, he owned me. Then he said: Well, you and I have a little secret now, don’t we?

I nodded, and just as I was doing that my probation officer returned, carrying my bright shiny PCD that he had just cleaned and sterilized. When he came into the room the doc didn’t let go of my cock. Instead, he said: Looks like he’s getting a mild case of balanitis under his foreskin, probably because he’s been rubbing up against the end of his tube due to his high level of frustration. You can see the redness here, in the Glans. His penis is a little tender right now, and in fact you can see he lost his erection as soon as I started to touch the sensitive area. I want to keep an eye on it. For the next few weeks, and perhaps longer, he will need to come into the clinic at least once per week and let me check it.

My probation officer frowned. He leaned forward to take a closer look, and then he said: Damn! Shit that’s red! I see it, plain as day! Looks like he’s been lazy with his hygiene! He should have been more careful! What do you think doc? I mean, how many hits with the strap do you want to order for his misbehavior?

The doc looked at him, and his face straightened. Then he said: The strap? Um. Oh yes, it would be required, but in this case its only a mild infection, and I’m not sure it’s really due to the youth’s negligence. I personally don’t really think a punishment is necessary.

My probation officer answered: Doc, I have to differ with you there. You worry about their health, but I have to worry about their behavior. This is a clear violation of his probation, so a strapping is mandatory. Unless you want a medical review, six with the strap would be the minimum for a clinic visit due to a hygiene infraction! You know that!

The doc said: Umm. Yes. But. Well, perhaps we could mitigate that somehow. Six seems very excessive to me, especially since his case is so mild. And I’m probably going to have to see him weekly. The boy’s foreskin is problematic with the tube, and this has to be monitored.

My heart was starting to pound. The doctor seemed to be thinking as he was talking, and I didn’t like the idea of the punishment they were discussing. Six? FUCK THAT! Especially since there wasn’t anything really wrong with my dick! It was only red because he had made it red!

My probation officer was adamant though, and since it was his job to supervise my probation and handle any violations, I was scared shitless. The doctor said: The lock please. He’s ready to be locked up now.

Mr. Henderson handed the doc the yellow lock, and when he did the doctor set it on the chair arm, and then he said to him: Can you hand me the antiseptic cream over there, next to the monitor. I want to put some on this guy’s sore penis before I put him back in the tube.

When the probation officer turned to get the cream, the doc exchanged the yellow lock with the one he had been keeping in his pocket. He did it so fast I almost missed it, and I was watching everything. He swapped the locks!

It only took a second, and by the time Mr. Henderson had picked up the tube of cream, it had been done. The doc took the cream and rubbed it into the shaft of my cock, and then he took the tube of the PCD, and slid the thing over my dick, and then he worked the locking pin in place that kept my balls inside the cage. Finally, he took the new yellow lock he had swapped, and used it to lock me into the tube.

No one would ever know! My mother no longer held a key to anything. Oh GOD I wanted to hug him! I wanted to thank him! OH GOD I wanted to scream with joy!

But my happiness was short lived. My probation officer said: Well, I’ve got to set up his appointments, and some kind of punishment protocol is required. I need to give him six, with the strap, unless you want to use the Frustrator on him. It’s considered a punishment device, and I suppose if you use it to intensify his aching, that would be additional punishment and I could forgo half of the mandatory sentence. But he has to be punished, and we need him to set an example to anyone that ignores the hygiene requirement one way or the other.

The doc seemed to pause, and then he said: Well, since he’s going to be coming into the clinic weekly, the fewer the swats his ass takes, the better.

My probation officer said: Well, OK. Use the Frustrator on him when you’re working on him, and I’ll be good with that as a partial punishment. But he’s still going to get three swats with the strap, just to remind him that there is a price to pay for violating the requirement to keep his cock clean and dry.

The doctor said: OK. But he’s not going to like it. For sure, he’s going to very horny guy for the rest of his probation but increasing his frustration level might be a good final lesson for him. Yeah, it ought to work him into a frenzy. Too bad he won’t be able to ejaculate.

The doc laughed then, and so did Mr. Henderson. What the fuck? I had no idea what they were talking about, but they didn’t spell it out for me. What I knew for certain was that I sure didn’t like where the conversation had gone. But after I was allowed to get dressed, and the doctor had left, my probation officer handed me a bright red index card, and when I saw it I was scared shitless. The card was a 3 x 5 index card, just like I had receive after my pissed off parents had authorized by last ass beating. And sure enough, as I read it my heart was pounding.

WARNING OF PROBATION VIOLATION

As a reminder, SECTION D1, HEALTH AND SAFETY, states that a mandatory return to the CPI center for additional corporal punishment may be specified for failure to maintain proper hygiene standards. You have been diagnosed with a mild medical condition called balanitis, which is common in uncircumcised males that are locked into a Probation Control Device for extended periods and who do not keep their devices clean and dry. It is not serious, but needs to be treated so that it does not become so. You are required to report to the medical CPI center every Saturday at 11am for an indefinite period to receive appropriate punishment for your misbehavior, and to have your penis washed and medication applied to your foreskin at the CPI clinic. These weekly appointments have been ordered by the medical clinic and are MANDATORY.

No! I freaked out—I was going to get my ass punished every single week! It just didn’t seem fair. But like a lot of things I was learning, the judicial system wasn’t about fairness. It was about making an example of me so that others wouldn’t make the same mistakes. But would it never end?

When I went home and showed the card to my parents, my mother was actually pleased. She wasn’t happy that I had not been keeping things clean and dry, and she hoped a few more hits on my bottom might teach me something. As for things in school, the entire week was terrible. Thomas had let everyone know I was locked up and horny, and wouldn’t be getting out of the cock age until I was off probation and no longer a teenager. Eighteen months to go! And the weird part was that somebody had also leaked that I was going to be punished too on a weekly basis, and the only thing I could figure was that my mother had talked to other parents.

The week flew by, and at 11am on the very next Saturday, I had to report to the center for my visit with the doc and my mandatory punishment for my probation violation. My dad offered to take me, but I said no. I figured I could handle three hits with a strap, and while it would hurt like shit, I was hoping that the visit with the doc would make up for it. But I wasn’t sure even how that was going to go.

When I arrived at the center, my probation office was all business, and as before he escorted me right away towards the room with the PROBATION VIOLATION PUNISHMENT ROOM sign over the door. There was another teenager there, standing in the hall, and he had been stripped naked and his hands were cuffed behind his back. He was also wearing a PCD, and as I approached him he turned to me, and when our eyes met I recognized him. Cody! Cody Rinker. He was a sophomore, and he and his sixteen year old brother Tyler had been arrested a month or so previously for selling marijuana. I hadn’t attended their punishment session, but I had heard they each received two-dozen hits with a leather strap, and it had torn their bottoms to shreds. As I stared at the naked ass in front of me, things had healed up apparently, but clearly the younger of the two at least had another lesson coming for something he had done.

My probation officer said: Strip Mika. Take off your clothes. All of them. We are busy today, and as soon as they finish with his brother, Cody goes in next. And then you. We have another boy coming in a half hour, so it’s a busy day for the spanking bench.

I didn’t argue. I took off my clothes, and as soon as I was naked with nothing on but the cock cage I was wearing, they cuffed my arms behind my back and there I stood waiting. My probation officer went down the hall, keeping me in sight but he wasn’t next to me. Through the door in front of us you could hear the snaps and cracks of the leather strap, burning into a guy’s bottom, and from the muffled yelling and screaming and cussing I was hearing, it wasn’t going well in there. Cody’s face was white, and he asked: How many are you getting?

I answered: I’m not 100 percent sure. I think three, but it might be six. All for a stupid hygiene violation. You?

He said: Twelve. A full dozen for smoking pot. I told my fucking brother it was a bad idea. Just never suspected they would drug test us....I’m fucked man. And so is my brother! He got eighteen because he’s older.

Suddenly, the door opened, and there were two CPI officials, and each of them was holding an arm of Tyler Rinker, and the boy was just being dragged out of the room, his feet hanging down like a limp puppet. His face was raining tears, and he was covered with sweat and sobbing. As they dragged the well-spanked teenager by us, I got a good look at his bottom. It was flame red, with purple tinges, and it was going to be very sore for quite some time. They weren’t fooling around!

They took Cody in next, and after a few minutes I heard the strap hitting him, and he was screaming with every blow. I could tell by the high pitched desperation in his voice and the intensity of his yelling that they were doing a number on his ass. It went on for seven or eight minutes, and then things got quiet. A few minutes later they were dragging him out, with his arms over the shoulders of two CPI officials, in a similar fashion to his brother. Fuck his ass had been beaten into hamburger!

Then, it was my turn! I went inside, and was escorted to the stage. Once again, I found myself tied to that bench and straring at all of the seats that were filled with school kids. They were grinning as they watched me getting strapped down into position. I was staring at them, and they at me. Of course, with the wall of mirrors behind me, they could also see my naked bottom, waiting for the strap and my punishment. Mr. Henderson picked up the leather strap, and held it in front of my face. It was about two inches wide, and perhaps a foot long, with a row of holes down the middle. It was attached to a wooden handle, and stamped on the handle were the words CPI PUNISHMENT STRAP. As I looked at it, I knew right then it wasn’t something I was looking forward to getting hit with, that’s for sure!

Then he faced the kids watching, and said: Good afternoon guys. The young man you see before you was charged with felony assault, and was punished severely for that crime. Now, he has violated his probation, and today he will be receiving 3 hits with a leather strap, to be applied full force on his naked bottom. Hopefully today’s lesson will help him make better choices in the future. I highly suggest all of you watch this demonstration very carefully, and don’t make the same mistakes he has made. Misbehavior has consequences!

And then I took the hits, three hard-as-hell hits with that leather strap, and each one of them burned with a vengeance. But I didn’t cry out. I just bit my lip and stared at those boys staring at me, and each time my bottom took a hit I could feel the flesh quiver like jelly from the force of the impact. But I didn’t move. Instead, I just took them, one after the other, and I didn’t give anyone in that room the satisfaction of knowing they burned. When they were done I was allowed to get off the bench, and I stood up and unlike Cody and his brother, I walked out the door with the two CPI officials next to me.

On the other side was a young kid, I guessed to be about fourteen, and he was standing there waiting for his own turn to have his bottom thrashed. He didn’t look happy. His blond hair was long on top, with shaved sides, and the punk look made him look stupid to me. He was clearly defiant, and they had gagged him to keep him from talking. The middle of his hair was purple, and I had the thought they were about to make the color of his ass match the color of his hair. I had no idea what he had done, or who he was, or what school he attended. But as he went into the room for his punishment I got a good look at his naked bottom, and there were five lines of raised welts running across his cheeks in vivid lines of purple. He had recently been hit there with something, and now he was in for more! Fuck!

I was prodded along, down the hall in front of several individuals, with my bright red bottom on display, straight to the clinic where the doc was waiting.

As I entered the examination room there was one of the restraint chairs, and right in the middle of the seat was the very same vibrating dildo that Thomas had used on me those many weeks before. The Frustrator! I stared at it, and looked at the doctor, and I had no idea what was going on. The doctor said to those escorting me: Okay! Thanks. Strap him in the chair please, and then I’ll get him out of his cage. While you are getting it clean and sterilized, I’ll get his penis attended to. I’ll need 20 minutes to make my examination, and by the time his device is ready for him he should be ready for it.

It was all so damn official, and my bright red ass was still on fire from the three hits with the strap. They didn’t care of course, and the two CPI escorts made me sit down in the chair, and I didn’t really have any choice in the matter. They guided me to it, and made me sit on the dildo, and I tried to protest but there was nothing I could do but straddle that thing. I didn’t want it in me! But what I wanted wasn’t important, and so I ended up sliding my ass downward, all the way down until that big dildo was deep inside, the feeling once again almost overwhelming. Fuck it stretched my hole wide! For the second time in my life, I had something in my hole.

Once I was strapped down tight into the chair, the doc removed the lock then, and sure enough as soon as he released my cock it jutted straight upward, rock hard and oh-so-eager. I didn’t know why this was a happening, but I was horny, and I was hoping with all I could hope that the doctor would help me get off. I was naked in that chair, staring at him staring at me, and the room seemed very quiet.

He handed the PCD that he had just removed to one of the two men, and then they left, and when they did I noticed that the doc locked the door behind them. Then he turned to me, standing directly in front of me and then as I watched him he very slowly undid his belt, and then took off his pants, and as they came down I saw that he had no underwear on! He was naked below the waist, and his eight inch dick jutted straight up, hard and eager as he stared at me.

I was staring too, staring at his rock hard manhood. I had never seen another man with a boner before, not like his anyway, and seeing how turned on he was and the way he was staring at me was electric. I had no idea why he had removed his pants, but my cock seemed to bob up and down just like his, and I was so horny the tip was anointed with a single bead of precum. As he stood there stark naked below the waist, he said: Well Mika, I’m not a real doc you know. That’s just what they call me here. I’m a Physician’s Assistant, and I’m just out of school. I’m 22 years old. Yeah, just barely 4 years older than you. Of course, there is nothing wrong with your dick. But I guess you know that. And I’m sorry about the three hits with the strap...but it’s beyond my control. Hopefully, the burn in your ass will be worth it. You’re set up for them every week, but looking at you I’d say you’ve got a tough bottom.

I hope you realize that I really like you, and I don’t want you to be horny any more. In fact, as I told you before, you’re cute as hell. I know they try and teach that misbehavior has consequences, and that’s all fine and good. But I think the CPI statues go overboard, and as far as I’m concerned you’ve more than paid the price for your original screwup. And frankly, your PV is screwing with you. A teenage guy has to get off sometime. He has too. I’m trusting you to keep this a secret, and I’m going to be your friend. Your very very good friend. My name is Stan, Stan Willliams. But you probably ought to just keep calling me doc.

Do you remember my earlier question to you about your girlfriend, if she sucked you off or not?

My heart was pounding. I nodded. Yeah...I remember.

Was he going to give me another blowjob? It was something to hope for.

He smiled, and then he said: Well, I have a new question today. Did you ever fuck her ass? Did you ever try that?

I shook my head, and said: No. Jenny wasn’t about to let that happen! I asked her once, and she refused. Why are you asking that?

For an answer he put his finger in front of his lips, signaling me to be quiet. Then he whispered: Well, you see Mika, an ass is a lot tighter than a pussy. A lot tighter, and the feeling of fucking a tight ass is one of the best feelings on this earth. You are a very hot eighteen year old guy, and you deserve to fuck, and your dick deserves to feel a tight ass and enjoy the mind trip you will get fucking it. And looking at you now, your cock is certainly up and hard and eager, and it sure seems horny to me. Do you want to fuck a tight ass Mika?

I nodded, my heart pounding. He smiled, and then he very slowly took a condom out of his pocket, and opened it, and rolled it over my cock. Because Jenny had been on the pill, I had never worn one before, and it was a new feeling. I seemed to get harder. Then he slowly squatted down, so he was eye to eye with me, and then he leaned over and kissed me, and for the first time in my life I tasted another man’s tongue as it probed deep into my mouth. As he did that I felt his hole.....it was right against the tip of my eager cock. Right THERE. And then he slowly sat down, and as he did he reached beneath the seat, and flicked the switch on the dildo inside my own hole.

I felt The Frustrator come alive, felt it quivering deep in my guts, touching my prostate with an intense vibration. As that happened, he started moving up and down over my cock, his ass gripping it like the tightest pussy on this earth. I was fucking him and the Frustrator was fucking me! He tossed his head back and gasped, and so did I.

He grinned at me, and said: That’s it Mika. Enjoy it! Enjoy your fuck. It’s been way too long for you—so enjoy and savor every second of it.

I couldn’t last. I stared into his eyes and ejaculated. I had a week of pent up sperm, and the feelings I was getting in my ass and from my cock were just way too intense to ignore. And in that instant my entire body was shuddering as the sperm shot up out of my balls and filled the rubber deep inside his hole. As I was coming I saw his cock shooting too, his load of semen hitting me on the chest in five powerful spurts. Together he and I came and came and came. Finally, after what seemed like FOREVER, he and I were both finally empty and it was done.

OH GOD. FUCK I FELT SO FUCKING GOOD!

After a minute or so, he stood up, turned off the Frustrator, and peeled off my condom. It was full of sperm! Then he used a wet rag and cleaned up his own sperm load that was spread across my chest. I watched then as he put his pants back on, and then took a fist full of lube and oiled up my cock until it was slick. I was still mostly hard, and I was enjoying the post orgasmic bliss that comes after shooting a big load. Then he kissed me again, and said: Every single week I’m going to get you off. Sometimes I’ll suck you, and sometimes I’ll fuck you, and sometimes you will fuck me. And sometimes we will do both. It’s our little secret. I think we are going to have a very good time together. And if you want, I’ll even spank you too!

He then took some ice, and packed it around my limp dick and empty balls, and as he did he said: Better give them a good reason so they don’t question why you aren’t hard and eager and horny. Especially after ten minutes with that Frustrator vibrating inside your ass.

The officials arrived a few minutes later, back from cleaning the PCD, and by then my spent dick was soft and numb in the ice. The doc took the now sterilized PCD and pushed the metal tube over my pole, sliding it down until it was even with my balls. Once he lined up the metal scrotum cage, he took the yellow lock and secured me back into the PCD, and after that I was free to return home.

To be continued......