They say that "Hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned" and I know first-hand that it's true. I'm Mark, a member of the varsity high school football team. I've worked out to bulk up and develop the muscles for the part, and told I'm pretty good looking too. Marsha, my girlfriend thinks I am a pretty good lover as well, though she is overly jealous. She is the only one I date, but she gets upset when she sees me flirting with other girls. She would bitch at me about it, and I would end up catching hell for it, but then I finally just told her to get over it and cut the crap!

That shut her up, and I thought it was done with. While I don't date other girls, sometimes the flirting does go a bit far. When I'm alone with other girls sometimes we kiss or I feel their breasts – a few girls went bra-less for me, and it was great. It had been a few weeks since I told Marsha to "get over it" and I thought things were settled down.

Marsha and I had sex three times since them and I had no reason to think anything was at all wrong. Marsha told me that her parents were going to be gone for the weekend, and I could spend the weekend with her, which meant plenty of pussy, so naturally I agreed. She gave me a sly grin and said she had something very special planned for me, and I couldn't wait to find out what it was.

I told my parents we had a special football practice that weekend and that I would be sleeping over at a team-mates place. I arrived at seven and Marsha greeted me at the door wearing only a thin lavender robe – I could tell she had nothing on under it. She led me to the living room and dropped the robe, standing there naked before me. My cock was struggling to escape, creating a big bulge in my pants, which Marsha squeezed, further encouraging my arousal.

"Tonight you are going to do what I tell you to, aren't you?" she asked. In my current state of mind I agreed.

"Now take off your clothes," she said, and I quickly undressed, tossing my clothes on a nearby chair.

"Legs apart, hands on your hips," she commanded, and I complied. She ran her hands all over my body and then cupped my balls in her hand, while licking my cock head. That surprised me because I had begged her to blow me many times, but could never get her to. Perhaps this was going to be different.

"Let's try with your hands behind your back, wrists crossed," she said.

That seemed no stranger than her other requests, so I did it. She stroked my cock and circled around me, running her hands up and down me driving absolutely insane!

"Will you do what I say?" she asked.

"Anything!" I said, "I'll do anything you want – just let me cum!"

I felt Marsha behind me and heard a "zzzzzzzz" sound as I felt her put something around my wrists. "Yes, I believe you will do anything I say," she declared.

"What the hell?" I said, realizing my wrists were bound, "What do you think you are doing?"

"Your wrists are tied with a heavy zip-tie," she said, "and no matter how much you struggle you won't get loose."

"This isn't funny!" I yelled, "Now get me out of this."

"When I'm good and ready," Marsha said, "After you do my bidding."

"I'm not doing anything for you," I said, "After a stunt like this, we're through!"

"You mean we aren't having sex any more?" Marsha asked in a defiant tone.

"I'm never going to fuck you again, you scuzzy cunt!" I said.

Marsha got all red and approached me, grabbing my balls and squeezing. The pain was incredible, and I begged her to stop. She squeezed for what seemed like an eternity, and then stopped. "Like I said," she repeated, "You will do anything I say, right?"

I nodded and she forced me to my knees. She told me to remain there and stepped out of the room. I knelt there in terrible pain, wondering how I was going to get out of this. Then Marsha returned, and Bryce was with her. He was also on the football team, but was one of my rivals – I used to rub it in when the coach gave me more playing time than he got.

I thought she just wanted to humiliate me by letting Bryce see me kneeling naked and bound, but that was just the beginning.

Bryce stepped up to me, unzipped and took out his cock. It was inches from my face and I said, "Oh no – I won't"

Smack!!! came Marsha's hand across my face, bringing tears to my eyes. "You will, or I'll make your balls hurt so much you'll wish they were gone!" After a moment she added, "That's not a bad idea – you won't be needed them anymore."

Bryce pressed his cock to my lips but I refused to open my mouth. Then Marsha pinched my nose so I couldn't breath. I held out as long as I could but finally opened my mouth, gasping for breath. In went the cock and Bryce put his hands on my head, holding me in place.

"Now suck him the way you wanted me to suck you," Marsha said. I refused to cooperate, but couldn't get his cock out of my mouth. Marsha was taking pictures of Bryce in my mouth.

After she had taken about a dozen pictures from different angles she told Bryce to pull out.

"Mark my love, you are going to suck Bryce off, but you must do it voluntarily, so I'm going to help change your mind. She held up a rod that had a couple of metal electrodes on it and said it would help persuade me.

"Please no," I begged, "I'll do what you say – just don't – Ahhhhh!" the pain was incredible as she pressed it to my balls and shocked the hell out of me. I felt weak and began to topple over but Bryce caught me and steadied me.

After I regained my composure Marsha said, "You are now going to suck Bryce off, but you must do it voluntarily, and ask him for his cock." If you do, it will save you a lot of pain – if not, we'll continue until you do."

"Okay, okay," I said, "Please don't hurt me more."

Marsha set up a video camera on a tripod and pointed it at me. "Ready when you are," she said, "Start by asking to suck him."

Every bit of my being told me this was wrong, but the pain had broken my will, and I began, "Please let me suck your cock."

Bryce came closer and brought his cock to me. This time I opened my mouth and took him in, beginning to suck. I could think of nothing more humiliating than this, but it was just beginning. I sucked Bryce and he told me what a good cocksucker I was. I don't know how long I sucked, but it seemed like forever, and then Bryce came in my mouth. I wanted to pull back but he held my head as he pumped his load into me. It tasted terrible, and I felt like puking.

"Swallow," said Marsha, and I reluctantly complied. Bryce pulled out and Marsha stopped the camera.

"That was some incredible footage," she said, "I can't wait to share it!"

I knew Marsha had enough to ruin me now, but she wasn't done. "If I release your wrists will you do what I tell you?" she asked.

"Yes, anything!" I said, just wanting to get free.

"If I cut the zip tie right now I don't think you will," she said, "But I have something that will make you obedient to me from now on."

Bryce and Marsha were putting something on my cock – I couldn't tell what. Normally I would be rock hard from their touching me, but my ball pain was still quite vivid, and my cock must have been tiny. Marsha kept telling Bryce how much I looked like a sissy and how manly he was.

Finally they were done and the led me to a full length mirror, where I saw some sort of plastic and metal device, with a small brass lock.

"What the hell is that?" I demanded, getting angry once again.

"Temper, temper!" said Marsha, "Remember who is in charge here. That's a chastity device, and I have the only key."

I could see the key, which she now wore around her neck. "You will be able to wash and pee, but you won't be able to get hard or cum," she said, "If you are obedient, I will let you out from time to time so you can cum, but it's entirely up to you!"

I felt her cut the zip tie, freeing my wrists and I got ready to punch Bryce but Marsha stopped me. I realized that the chastity device put me completely under her control now.

"Please, I beg you," I said, "Don't do this to me."

"You earned it by messing around with those other girls," said Marsha, "Now you'll never fuck a girl again, but I'll let you cum once in a while if you behave."

It was getting late, and Marsha told me I could sleep on the couch and brought me some blankets. She said I was to remain naked until I went home Sunday at noon. I slept uneasily, wondering how to get out of the mess I was in. The next morning Marsha made me breakfast and told me that I was going to have a lot of sex today – just not the kind I wanted.

At ten o'clock she set up the video camera again and said the guests would be arriving soon. From that point on there was a nearly continuous stream of people, some strangers and some I knew, all of whom used my mouth. Some came in my mouth, and some had me suck them to erection and then fucked me, while Marsha recorded it all.

On Sunday I was allowed to leave, and walked home, hoping that my chastity device wouldn't show through my clothes. That afternoon I gathered a bunch of tools to try to remove the device, but it was designed to prevent removal – by evening I realized that I was under Marsha's control now.

For the next few weeks Marsha delighted in showing me off naked, displaying my chastity device. She mainly showed me to other girls who would take turns massaging my balls and fingering my ass to arouse me. Some would succeed, and my cock was tortured as it strained within the chastity device. It wanted to get hard but there was no room for it. The girls all thought it was great fun to torture me that way!

After about a month I had become thoroughly tamed, and Marsha settled into a weekly routine where she would take me to another school district and have a "Dollar Blowjob Night" where I would suck off anyone who paid Marsha a dollar. She made a point of doing this the week before we played that district, and told all of them to watch for my jersey number the next Friday night.

At the end of each "Dollar Blowjob Night", Marsha and a couple of her girlfriends would bind my wrists behind me and take the chastity cage off me. They shove a vibrating butt plug up my ass and jack me off, collecting my cum in a small bowl. Then they lock me up again and cut my wrist ties. I thank them and swallow my cum from the bowl.

I don't know how long this is going to continue, but it is clear that I may never lead the life of a normal man.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)