Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2017 12:35:19 -0400 From: Alex Irving Subject: HURT ME - Chapter 3 This story is fiction about consensual sex, bondage, and BDSM between college age (18+) boys and adult males. If it is illegal to read such material in your jurisdiction, or if you are under the legal age to do so, please exit this site immediately. And please, if you enjoy these stories, consider supporting the great free resource that Nifty gives us. Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html NOTE TO READERS: Thank you to the many folks who have reached out after the first chapter. I appreciated both the constructive and generous responses. I'm working hard to incorporate your ideas into what happens in future chapters. Please continue to send your comments and ideas as I am interested in feedback, especially about any questions, story ideas, and information about what worked/didn't works. This chapter reflects some specific feedback readers sent, so thank you. I appreciate that feedback and am interested in improving my writing and writing a story that has wide appeal. I'm also interested in meeting others who share my interests, so don't hesitate to reach out, please. *HURT ME (COLLEGE BONDAGE ADVENTURES) - Chapter 3* I slipped into a deep sleep and woke just before lunch. I stumbled to the bathroom at the end of my floor in a daze, images from the night flashing like a movie, not something that happened to me. To me! I had to sit to piss through the chastity device, and then I had to make sure no one was around when I ducked into the shower stall, glad that there was no group shower in this small dorm bathroom. Both my nipples and my ass were damn sore, and I was a bit surprised that despite the discomfort, rubbing my nipples turned me on. But the damn plastic on my cock made getting hard impossible. I got just slightly hard enough to make it frustrating, and, well, scary, too. While the house, the hot Master, and those kinky boys were the stuff of all of my wet dreams wrapped into one, it was all a bit too much, too fast. Scary. Of course, when I was there and into it, I didn't think with my head, just my cock. But sitting in a bathroom stall with the reality of a cold fucking piece of plastic on my cock, well, I started to feel scared. What the fuck was I thinking? I can't do this. I have to focus on studying. I just started college. That's what I'm here for, not for getting tied up in some real life bdsm porno flick. After showering, I managed to get back to my room and some privacy again without any real conversation. I stood naked and in a daze looking down at my plastic encased cock. Damn. My cock is going to get me into trouble. Rather than thinking through the consequences, I'm now wearing a plastic chastity device that I can't just take off myself and then choose whether or not to return to the house, say, next week. No. And FUCK! I have my cross country practice on Monday. I'm nervous enough about joining the team as a walk-on since the rest of the team has already been practicing. It took me a few days to get up the courage to walk into the coach's office, and I'm thankful he was friendly. He assured me that he'd had walk-ons who joined the team and became stars of his program. He even got more enthusiastic when he heard about how fast I ran in high school. So I don't want to fuck up my first week on the team by being the new kid with a plastic device on his cock. OH, yeah, and showing up with my body shaved would be a great way to start, too. Fuck. I guess I could tell them I'm a swimmer, which is true, but I'm not on the swim team. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't let Master shave me like the rest of them. No. I can't join the house. I dropped the towel on the floor and inspected my cock again. I have to get over there and find a way to get Master to take this thing OFF my cock. Master -- what the fuck? What is the guy's name? Master isn't a name. Fuck it. I'll go over and tell them that I had fun playing, but I can't join their group right now. I'll tell them I'll think about it and then get the hell out of there. Despite feeling panicked about wearing the chastity cage, I found myself also starting to get hard again. As I stood fondling the plastic, I began thinking about what had happened last night. I slipped back onto my bed and spread my legs. I closed my eyes and began running my hand lightly across the tops of my flat stomach, around my nuts, and then gently fondled the device. My cock responded but as before, the plastic dug into it, and I couldn't get hard, just slightly more full. Being controlled like this turned me on more as I thought about being restrained and having Master unlock it, freeing my cock for his touch. I imagined his piercing eyes, his warm smile, and that cock... I inserted one finger into my ass crack and found my tender hole. He fucked me last night. He'd taken me. And I'd liked it. Fuck. I want him again right now. I want him to take me, fuck the cum right out of my cock. I've always loved fingering my hole. I had started doing it even before I knew anything about sex, really. I was curious as a little kid, and around 10 I would take off all of my clothes in bed at night and run my hands over my body. I loved the sensation of the sheets on my bare skin, and I soon began touching my ass and into my hole. I didn't like the smell of shit, but somehow the smell of my finger having explored my slightly sweaty hole was a real turn on. For years after that I would touch my hole -- eventually sliding fingers inside -- and then enjoy the lingering smell. I eventually found that other scents turned me on, too. I loved the smell of locker rooms, and even the smell of my own sweaty jock and running shorts gets me instantly hard. Just about the time I discovered my ass was about the time, too, that I became fascinated with bondage and torture scenes. I remember watching an old movie where a prisoner was chained to a stone table and then tortured for information. He was bare chested, and his sweaty skin gleamed in the glow of the dungeon's firelight. The scene ended with the guy screaming in pain as a hot iron brand was seared into his chest, but I had replayed it over and over in my mind since then. That scene and others like it became the beginnings of my daily fantasies, especially when I discovered jerking off. Instead of older actors, I replaced the participants with my friends. Growing up in a small upstate NY town, though, I had never known anyone who was gay, so it took me a long time even to admit that I liked guys. I dated girls, but it never led anywhere serious. I didn't dare approach any of my friends, even though I developed quite a few crushes. My parents were strict, and I had to use the computer at the kitchen table - never in my room, even as I was graduating from high school. So I had to save surfing for porn for when they weren't around, and since my mom didn't work outside the home, that was rare. But wow, when I did get a chance to be alone, I found a whole new world waiting -- a world where guys tied each other up and tortured each other for pleasure. I remember the moment when I discovered those first bondage images... I was nearly caught as my mom came home early from grocery shopping, but damn. I pretended to go for a run in the woods so that I could find a spot to be alone to jerk off. I ended up going to a hidden rock in the woods behind our house where I could sit on the soft pine needles in privacy. I jerked off and then jerked off again. That was also the first time I tasted my own cum. I remember sitting there in the summer sun with the cum pooled in my navel, my cock still semi-hard, wondering about what it would be like to taste another guy's cum. Without thinking, I swirled my finger in it and then brought it to my lips. I surprised myself with the taste... salty and sweet. Not horrible after all. That moment and then dinner that night will be forever imprinted in my mind. At dinner my father was talking about a news account about gays he had seen on tv. He thought being gay was gross and gays should be sent to mental hospitals. Let's just say that my father and I were never close, and I vowed for him not to find out that I liked the taste of cum. My taste for bondage also became a problem when he decided he needed to discipline me. He didn't do so often, but several times he used his leather belt to discipline me. Despite my shame at being belted, it turned me on, and I had to work hard to hide my hard on while he did it. He either pretended not to see or didn't notice that each slap made me hornier, even when he did it hard enough to make me cry. I was always thankful he'd send me to my room afterwards, because I'd go up and jerk off at least once if not twice, running my fingers across the welts on my ass. The last time was when I was a junior in high school. I had missed curfew by half an hour. I was relying on a friend to get me home from a party, a party at which I didn't even drink out of fear that he'd smell beer on my breath, but my friend had been with his girlfriend so I didn't have a way to get home. When I got home, my father was sitting at the kitchen table in the dark with the belt in his hands. He didn't even say hello or want to talk it out. He told me to drop my pants. I was shocked and embarrassed. I wasn't even that late. But he was cold and all business. The first stroke hurt as he hit me hard, and I was angry. After the third, I concentrated on accepting the pain in order to get through it, and then the pain began to switch to something more. Even though I hated how it was happening, I suddenly wanted the pain. He gave me ten hard strokes. I was lucky that the kitchen lights weren't on, so my cock was in the shadows under the table. I nearly came on the 10th hit, and I quickly pulled my jeans up and got past him and upstairs to my room where I jumped into bed to jerk off. I was still angry, turned on, and confused as I cried as I came. I ate all of my cum for the first time that night, licking it slowly off my fingers. That wasn't going to be possible right now. My cock was caged. I needed to focus and get to lunch or I was going to miss it, so I made myself put on some clothes and joined a group of friends as they headed out the the dining hall. Just eating and joking around for a while helped, but every now and then I'd feel my cock move in its cage, or my sore nipples would brush against my t-shirt, or I'd move just right and feel my sore ass. I'd push away thoughts of last night and try to focus on my friends. All of that came to an end when the meal ended and they all had other places to go, leaving me alone. I had a lot of work to do, so I returned to my room and got my books. I decided it was safer to work in the library than in my room as I'd be less inclined to spend the afternoon playing with my caged cock, but on the way to the library that all changed. I was walking across the giant green that made up the academic core of the university, and it was filled with kids reading, hanging out, and playing frisbie or slack-lining in small groups. A frisbie landed in front of me, and as I stopped, a sweating and out-of-breath guy also stopped in front of me to retrieve it. He was only wearing a thin pair of red running shorts, his lean chest bronzed by the sun. My cock twitched when he smiled at me and apologized, his blue eyes twinkling. I had to force myself not to stare at him as he ran off into the grass, muscles gently rippling as he ran, no.... glided.. away. FUCK! I thought to myself as my horny switch was flipped. I by passed the library and headed for Master's house. I want out of this cage, I thought. No, I added. I want to cum. Fuck.