Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 08:00:19 -0700 From: TopLegal Subject: gym-stud-6 Gym Boy Cum: 6 ============== By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Reality Check ------------- Before sharing some more of my edited diary entries with my fellow netizens, I wanted to take a moment and clarify a few matters that have been confusing some: * These stories are real. * Really. * Yes, really. And in the "immortal" words spoken to Homer J. Simpson in his quest to redeem Apu, "Thank you come again." Ok, the above is not really a full and fair answer. I have changed some names, places, locations, and other minor details such as my own profession, age, and the like to protect the privacy of the real Jason and Jeff. That said, my gruff miner boy just finished sucking my dick before I went into the study and got on the laptop to type up this diary entry into the computer. Jeff on the other hand may be asked to return to Germany to start a new project. * * * Extended Chastity ----------------- Extended chastity was becoming a regular part of Jason's life. We had done 30 days, then 60. Ninety was going surprisingly smoothly. Jeff was occasionally cruel though in pointing out that he no longer had to wear the chastity belt. On four different occasions during Jason's first 90 day stretch, I took Jeff over my knee and beat him with a razor strap for teasing Jason needlessly. For example, during the first week when Jason came home and was delivering his blow job, Jeff came over and started wagging his cock in Jason's face--without touching his own cock. Without missing I beat, I had pushed Jason's mouth off my cock shaft and unlooped my belt from my pants. Jeff found himself over my lap in less than ten seconds. I was less than gentle with the belt and Jeff further apologized by rimming Jason's fuckhole. Problem solved as they say. Jason was significantly better about handling the extended chastity this time around than the previous 30 or 60 day periods. Overall he was being transformed psychologically. His sexual needs were becoming completely secondary to my own. Business Trip ------------- Another reason to travel on "business" arose for me. That meant I faced a tough challenge to bring the boys or not. Jason had loved traveling to New York the first time--it had been his first trip out of Wyoming from what I could gather. But it would mean missed work and perhaps more serious questions about where he was getting his money, etc. I decided Jason was staying in Wyoming. Besides, the chastity belt firmly locked to his body and encasing his cock shaft and head would keep him out of any serious trouble. Then we have to turn to my older brother, and other sex-toy: Jeff. After pondering the matter for a bit, I struck upon a rather devilish arrangement to subject the two to in my absence. Jeff would be in charge, _but_ Jason's word would be golden on any disputes. To make matters quite explicit, I handed Jeff a wooden paddle and told him to discipline Jason, in front of me, for coming home five minutes late. Jeff was not used to punishing others and so this was a double test since I need Jason to know there would be consequences for his behavior over the next week or so while I was gone. After some marked hesitation, Jeff grabbed Jason firmly and pushed him over a table and ordered the younger, but much stronger miner to stay put for punishment. Jeff then began to swing the paddle firmly landing fifteen or so firm, but not overly painful blows on my miner-slave-boy. I remarked, "That's hardly got his attention Jeff. Jason misbehaved and needs to be *punished*." I put a tremendous amount of emphasis on the last word. Jeff tried again, this time the paddle was swung with quite a bit more force and I could hear Jason gasp softly as if catching his breath. By the tenth stroke, Jason was squirming and tensing his ass cheeks. Jeff looked at me and smiled before administering thirty more blows in rapid succession. "That's more like it," I exclaimed as Jeff stopped and Jason lay there in no small amount of pain. I kissed Jeff warmly, with tongue and then licked my miner boy's reddened ass cheeks. The three of us slept together that night and in the morning I headed off for Los Angeles. My Trip ------- My business took me to Amsterdam. Amsterdam is a wonderful city on so many levels. First there is the fact that many, no most people actually speak English. For me, as a typical American Imperialist, this is most helpful. Then there is the openness about sex and sexuality in the Netherlands that I just love. Business first. I have a rather tidy sum of money invested outside the United States and much of it requires periodic direct management. This was an example of that. I am a 20% owner in an import-export business based out of Amsterdam and at least once a year I come here to review the books and assist in management of the company. There are three other principles, each with a bit over 25% interest in the company. There had been five of us initially but the other three had bought out the other American leaving me behind with a smaller interest. Although they could make decisions without me, after I had detected some fraud by employees on two separate occasions, I had managed to redeem myself in there eyes. I guess it keeps coming back to taking one to know oneÉ One of my partners, Gustav, in particular always attracted me. He had never been as annoyed with me as Enrik, Kaatje, or even--when she was still around--Kersten. On more than one occasion, I had speculated that Gustav was eying me. After our meeting today, Gustav proved me right. As the four of us gathered our brief cases to leave the meeting room, Gustav tapped me on the shoulder. "Might we talk over dinner," he asked. Though it was as much a question as a statement, or perhaps command, since his inflection did not change to correspond with a question. Somewhat puzzled but also interested, I responded evenly: "What time?" "Eight oÕclock at De Silveren Spieghel at Kattengat 4-6" He had planned this and this was going to be a rather expensive dinner as well. I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before eight and was impressed by the charming 17th century home the restaurant was in. The menu was somewhat uninspired to my New York-tastes; although, it had everything I had seen in Wyoming beaten hands down. He mostly talked over dinner about business and a bit about himself. He was unmarried. I was less than forthcoming, but did explain a bit about my move to Wyoming. No check came to the table--he had paid for dinner already. After dinner he suggested a walk, as his house was relatively nearby. I agreed. After a twenty-plus minute leisurely walk, we soon found ourselves outside his modest (by American standards) home. Then, he kissed me. Not a polite goodbye kiss, but a "hello please fuck my brains out kiss". I pointed my head towards his house and we entered. Gustav could hardly keep his hands off me as he kissed me inside the door and ran his hands around my muscular body. Now if youÕve read this far in my diaries you know that I do _not_ generally approve of this sort of wild abandon. A boy should be made to wait. So I did the only proper thing, I grabbed his hands and then body checked him against the wall with his hands pinned above his head. "Patience," I said firmly. Gustav was clearly surprised but also horny as hell and continued to use his mouth like a snapping turtle almost to try and kiss me forcibly. I kept one of my hands pinning his harms in place and took the other to hold his forehead back and said, "I said patience." Surprised by my forcefulness, he exclaimed, "I want you David, let me suck you." "You'll be doing more than just sucking me off tonight Gustav," I said as I kept him firmly in place against the wall--a prisoner of sorts in his own home. I turned him around and brought his arms behind his back. From my pocket I pulled a plastic flexi-cuff and affixed it to his wrists thus securing his hands in place. "Now," I said, "let's take this at a more leisurely pace." As I walked from his foyer leaving him there facing the wall and cuffed with a plastic bracelet. I sat down on a nice chair in his living room and after about twenty seconds Gustav followed me in. He was clearly out of sorts. I pointed for him to kneel next to me. He did. "Gustav," I explained, "I have always found you quite attractive, but I intend to take this slowly and at my pace." He nodded eagerly and I could see a firm bulge in his pants. "Let's get your clothing off," I announced. I grabbed him by his shoulders and stood him up. Getting his "bottoms" off, e.g. pants, shoes, etc., was easy. But how to do the top part with the cuffs. I went to his kitchen and found a scissor. Gustav shook his head in shame as I cut off his nice dress shirt to avoid removing the handcuffs. Naked and thoroughly humiliated in his own home, he was quite a sight. A small part of me wanted to call Enrik and Kaatje over to see their fellow Dutchman in such a compromising position. I resisted that temptation and instead stood him, buck naked in his own window. Front facing out with his cock to the world. It was relatively dark so the actual chances of someone seeing him were small, but the level of terror this introduced for him and the amount of control this gave me were significantly greater than anything else. While he stood in the window, I relaxed in his chair and periodically got up to refill my glass with some of the expensive brandy he kept in his living room. I made a point of making noise. If he turned his head towards me I would shout, "Eyes forward." By midnight, I had made him stand exposed for nearly an hour and I was ready for him. I guided him up to his bed and pushed him onto his stomach. With just a pillow underneath for support, I lubricated his fuckhole. Then, after sliding on a condom, I fucked his tight fuckhole. Later, I discovered that Gustav was a virgin prior to that fuck. In the meanwhile, I rammed my thick, massive, eight-inch-plus powertool in and out of his tight hole with tremendous force. Though forced to take my cock up his ass, Gustav moaned and shouted in appreciation as my massive cock pumped in and out of his tight hole. When I finally shot my load inside is fuck hole he was sweating like a pig and bucking slightly to try and get my cock deeper inside him. I pulled out relatively quickly after orgasming and turned him onto his side. Still cuffed with his arms behind his back, Gustav's cock was fairly erect. I pulled off my condom and forced my cum from the tip of the now limp plastic sack towards the opening. I rubbed my cum onto Gustav's face. His cock stiffened appreciably. "Can you untie my hands," he asked. I smiled and shook my head, no. With my cum thoroughly rubbed into his face, I took his stiff uncut cock in my hand and began to stroke it ever so gently. I paid close attention to his breathing so as to ensure that he would _not_ orgasm. It was now past two in the morning and I was in no particular rush. For the next six hours I milked Gustav's cock in slow motions. As the young Dutchman came close to the edge of orgasm I would abruptly stop and inflict some pain to his nipples or balls sac to prevent any completion. During the six hour session a considerable amount of precum managed to ooze forth from his cock head and out underneath his foreskin. I used a coarse sponge to periodically clean his cock head of the oozing precum and also to prevent the young business man from having an orgasm. Then I decided that I wanted Gustav to suck my cock so I forced the boy out of the bed and onto his knees. There in a kneeling position with his hands helplessly and at this point rather painfully restrained behind his back I thrust my erect tool into his mouth, deeply. Gustav gave quite a good blow job. When he finished I took him to the bathroom and released his hands with a pocket knife from the cuff. His hands were then bound over his head to a metal shower rail. Some chaffing marks were visible since the plastic flexicuffs are not particularly well designed for bondage sessions, but that did not bother me particularly. In the shower, I used the coldest possible water to clean his body and paid particular attention to his _cock_ and _fuckhole_. In the cold water, his cock shriveled up and his nipples became quite erect. After the shower, I left him there without drying him off. I told him that I wanted to go get some things from the hotel and that I would be back in about two hours, and of course "not to go anywhere". I made haste across the city to my hotel room where I had some sex toys I wanted to use on my cock-sucking, Dutch, business partner. However, I took care to take my time on the way back to Gustav's house. Entering exactly two hours and five minutes after I left and then making a point of making quite the racket downstairs without going up to help Gustav. When I did finally go up it had been three and a half hours and Gustav (and I) had been without sleep the night before. A CB-2000 chastity cage went on--I like them for travel and for their flexibility for men you encounter while traveling. This would prevent any unnecessary activity till I departed, I explained. After the CB-2000 was in place, I used a knife to release the flexicuff and told him to stay naked for the rest of my stay. I'll share some more about Gustav and the remainder of my stay with another diary entry perhaps... Return Home ----------- I arrived back in New York City first and then flew onward to Wyoming by way of Colorado and then a three hour car ride form the airport. By the time I reached the house I was in no mood for shenanigans. Jeff and Jason had other ideas for me in mind though. As I walked through the door, Jason verbally assaulted me with a barrage of criticisms and allegations concerning Jeff's behavior over the previous two weeks. Jeff similarly wasted no time rebutting each point and laying out several allegations and complaints of his own. I grabbed them both by their ears and walked them outside to the forest clearing behind the house. I tied them to the a single rope facing one another and after cutting a fresh switch, administered a dozen or more violent strokes to each boy's back side and buttocks. Chastened they quieted down--although there was considerable sobbing. I took them back inside and told them I didn't want to hear another word until morning and we all went to sleep. Jason's Version --------------- Jason and I sat in my office with Jeff outside waiting his turn to tell me what had happened. Jason explained that things had gone well the first few days until he came home late from work. Jason explained that Jeff got extremely angry at him for coming home late--even though Jason's chastity belt was still securely in place and he had done nothing wrong. I kissed my miner fuck-toy on the forehead and indicated for him to continue explaining. Jason explained that Jeff took out a razor-strap that I sometimes used to punish them and wanted to take Jason outside to the clearing in the forest behind the house but that Jason refused. I fought to avoid showing expression--particularly dismay and nonchalantly said, "Keep going." "Well, we started fighting with words but Jeff kept pushing me so finally I grabbed the strap from his hand," Jason said proudly. "I see," I responded evenly. Jason continued somewhat smugly, "Finally I just took _him_ out to the clearing and showed him a thing or two with the razor strap." "Anything else happen," I asked. "Naw, we both behaved other than that," Jason said acknowledging in a sense the wrongfulness of the situation. Jeff's Version -------------- I sent Jason out to the hall and called Jeff into the room. Jeff immediately got on his knees in cock-sucking position and I decided to oblige him. My lover for so many years I knew Jeff in and out. I also knew that Jason's version of the story was likely quite true, Jeff had been so totally submissive to me for so long that perhaps I had made a mistake in judgment leaving him in charge. Plus, given his slender frame he was no match for Jason's studly, miner boy build. The only real question was whether Jeff would tell the truth about what happened. He did not. Punishments All Around ---------------------- Rather than alleviate their tension and anticipation of possible punishments, I returned Jeff to the hallway and spoke to both of them. "I am disappointed about what happened here while I was gone and I am disappointed in both of you," I said in lecture tone. Both boys were already naked as they frequently were around the house. I took Jason by his head and guided him to one of the front windows in the house. I made him stand in presentation position with arms laced behind his head in the open window. Jeff was positioned at a nearby window in the next room--thus both were outside the other's peripheral vision. Standing between the two of them in the foyer, I continued the lecture: "You will both remain in this position all day and not leave for *any* reason whatsoever. At ten o'clock I will take you both upstairs to the bathroom and then to your bedrooms. You will be woken up at seven o'clock given another chance to use the bathroom and then put on display again to further think about your conduct. Finally, tomorrow night at ten o'clock we will discuss punishments." With that, I walked back into my office to take care of some business. I didn't wander back out until around one o'clock and I noticed Jason had lost control of his bladder. I scolded him verbally--as well as Jeff for craning his neck to see--pushed Jason's face and hair into the wet urine and then stood him back up in position with his own urine soaking his hair and dripping down his face. By nine o'clock I could see both boys were struggling to remain in position from fatigue, but I did not waiver in their "thinking time" and only exactly at ten o'clock did I escort them to the bathroom and allow them to use it without talking. I sent both of them to their separate bedrooms and reminded them to stay put. Seven o'clock sharp I roused them from bed--they were both exhausted--and led them to the bathroom and then back downstairs. I considered whether to give them any food or even water and decided against it. By noon, I could tell Jason was having trouble standing from shear exhaustion and Jeff was not far behind. I bent ever so slightly and forced them both into a kneeling position with a small towel under each knee cap for support. At ten o'clock, I called them to my office and sat them both down to discuss the matter of punishment. "Both of you deserve to be punished," I announced matter of factly. Jeff shook slightly and Jason was also a bit taken aback. I think Jason in particular viewed the window-display of the past days as punishment enough. I know he was in constant terror that someone would pull up the drive and see him. "Jeff," I said, "can you explain to me why you need to be punished?" "Sir, yes sir," Jeff said stammering slightly. "I need to be punished because I was supposed to be in charge and messed up and because I was less than truthful to you in explaining what happened." Amazing what a little time to contemplate the error of your ways does for a boy. "And a fair punishment would be?" "A thrashing to tears in the woods," he said with his voice trembling. I nodded and looked over to Jason. His conversion from putative heterosexual miner to my fuck-toy had been mostly without serious punishment. Especially when compared to the type of thrashing that was necessary for this type of misconduct. My philosophy about true punishment is that it requires that the recipient be unwilling and unable to stop it. There are no "safe words" and the point is to move the recipient beyond tears and into severe pain. Jason stayed silent. "Jeff," I said, "what do you make of Jason's silence--does he perhaps think he does not deserve punishment?" Jeff--wisely--did not answer, but Jason took the bait. "Sir, please sir, I am sorry, butÉ" I cut off Jason, "No buts, no excuses. We are past that point Jason, right now I need two things from you the first is to acknowledge your misbehavior and the second is to acknowledge you need to be punished. I if you are not prepared to do those two things then you can spend more time in the window." "Sir, I am sorry sir, you left Jeff in charge and I screwed up by trying to boss him around and I deserve to be punished," he said his voice trembling. "Good then," I announced. "Jeff you will be first, tomorrow at five o'clock, I expect to see you in the woods naked, waiting for me, *at* five o'clock." "Yes sir," he responded. "Jason, I expect you there at eight o'clock sharp." "Yes sir," Jason responded. "Ok you can use the bathroom and then go to bed, if you want you may have some water, only." Both boys scampered out of the room in slight terror that I might start the punishment right there and then I waited till about five minutes after five in the morning to make my way to the clearing. Jeff was there naked, waiting. I guided his hands into the rope restraints and left him bound. Some marks were visible still from the minor thrashing they both got when I came home from Amsterdam. I talked to Jeff for a few minutes before administering the punishment, reminding him why he was being punished and that the punishment would continue until he had been crying for quite some time. Then, I began to administer the birch. Freshly cut, there was still some sap dripping from the end I was holding. I was extremely forceful even with the first few blows. This was a punishment after all and it behooved me to make sure that by the end, Jeff was in excruciating pain. Repeatedly I laid blow after blow with the birch on Jeff's bare buttocks, back, and thighs. Further as he writhed and turned to try and avoid the sting of the birch some marks would land even more painfully on less-muscle covered areas such as the side of his legs. After about four minutes and fifty hard strokes he was screaming loudly in pain for me to stop. I hit harder and faster. After ten minutes his entire backside was lined with red marks and quite a few around his sides from attempting to avoid the birch. By fifteen minutes we were past Jeff's pain threshold and he was crying, no bawling. He was also screaming and howling like a banshee after each stroke. I kept up the corporal assault with the birch. Punishment has to go past tears. Deep welts began to rise especially around the buttocks where I had started to concentrate the blows. I continued for some forty five minutes with Jeff in tears for about thirty of them before finally stopping of my own accord to avoid breaking his skin during this punishment session. No inch of his back side was white any more, from his shoulder blades to the back of his shins, red marks lined his body. Still restrained, I came around and held him letting him sob and cry in my arms from the pain. After he calmed slightly, I undid his restraints and carried him--fireman's style--up to his room and laid him face-down on his bed. I went away and returned with a tray of food and some water. I sat with Jeff until around five minutes past eight and left indicating that I wanted him to stay in his room except to go to the bathroom. Jason would be more difficult to punish. I even checked his bedroom to make sure he had gone down to the clearing. He had. Once down there I found him crying already and he immediately began pleading for me not to punish him. "Jason you are about to about several hundred reasons to cry from a rather severe birching," I said matter-of-factly. "I suggest you pull yourself together and contemplate your bad behavior." I lifted his arms over his head and into the rope restraints. I went away for a bit to cut a fresh switch for the punishment. I returned to find he had pee'ed himself in terror. It hardly seemed necessary to rub his face in the dirt-urine mix as his hair was still matted with urine from two nights earlier and he reeked of urine. I focused on the task at hand and began violently administering the punishment with the switch. I was more forceful than with Jeff, this time I focused on landing fifteen to twenty extremely forceful blows a minute on Jason's exposed body. The effect was marked. Almost immediately he began screaming and howling in pain after each stroke. Further as he twisted around attempting to avoid blows and I landed them anyhow on whatever part of his body was exposed he would howl louder. It took only five minutes to reduce my miner fuck-slave to tears. That's when the punishment really started though. I continued the onslaught with the switch for another thirty plus minutes through Jason's tears, pleas, and screams. Red was the rule on his backside from shoulders to heel. As I wound down, I focused the last few minutes of intense punishment on his buttocks with the intent of making it particularly excruciating to sit for several days. Jason took notice and obliged by crying louder and screaming more. Finally, when I was afraid that one more stroke might leave him bleeding, I stopped and held him much like I held Jeff. The next morning, both boys were still quite sore and I called Jason in sick from work. Jason apologized to Jeff and I indicated that next weekend Jason should *request* that Jeff administer the razor strap punishment that had started this whole affair. Jason nodded meekly in agreement. Both boys were particularly attentive the next night as well to *my* sexual needs. While they are always quite good, I find the night or three after a severe punishment a boy is even more attentive. Jason in particular started a new thing of licking in between my toes that I find both slightly ticklish and quite intensely erotic. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. $$