Love In Cathedral Heights

But after Helen had died, a fortnight ago, Gerry realized that he had no idea where the key to his penis padlock was, and wondered how he would get loose, so he could cum, somehow...but this girl had the key! What would he do?

Gerry turned to the amused young brunette at his side. Keri Ann's green eyes were dancing, and the fingers of her right hand were playing speculatively with an errant strawberry curl. Helen's memorial was held on a cold day, but Keri Ann's jacket was open, and her chest was heaving against the snug cashmere sweater in silent laughter.

Gerry's penis swelled, and he felt the familiar pain just below the cock head, where the padlock hung. In the struggle to get an erection, the evil padlock always seemed to win, since Helen had pierced him some 30 years ago, producing the key only for extended teasing and the rare orgasm.

And Gerry hadn't had the lock off, this time, in forty-two days. In the 30 years since his landlady put him in chastity as a college sophomore, Gerald had gone longer than that, but at least he always knew he would be coming out of it, but now?

How can I get the key from her? How much does she know? I have to jerk off! After three decades of regulated ejaculations, it would be nice to "self abuse" as Helen used to say. How do I get her to give me the ---?

"As the note says, Mr. Morin, I've come to live in Aunt Helen's house, and my bags are with me. Aunt Helen loved you very much and told me that you would be staying on, since you lived with her for so long. Would you drive me back?" Keri cocked her head and raised an eyebrow.

"Certainly." Gerald managed. "Would you like to have lunch first?"

* * * * *

Gerry put Keri Ann's last bag on the floor of Helen's former master bedroom. The previous 3 hours had been arduous. Gerry had taken Keri Ann to lunch, and advised her on scholarships...For the entire time, he waited for her to mention the key.

Did she really know what it was for? Would she give it to him? If she didn't, the little bitch could tell others about it, and he'd probably lose the senior law partnership. He sipped a martini, listening. He'd been drinking a lot. Helen had gotten him sober, and never allowed him to drink again...well, now he could. Smoke and drink. And once he got the key--

Keri came in behind him and sat on the bed, she crossed her long legs and leaned back on her hands, arching her back for a marvelous frontal, and continued discussing her educational plans. Gerry was lost--he didn't know how to bring up the question of the key. Did she know everything Helen's letter referred to? "Pictures in various States" God, in one of Helen's more graphic Polaroids, back in '04, Gerry was photographed on his back, under a bottomless dining room chair. He was wearing a corset, fishnet stockings and high heels.

Helen had sat nude from the waist down, in the chair, and after 2 hours and 5 orgasms from Gerry's under-the-chair ministrations, she'd given him permission to stimulate himself by rubbing his engorged, purplish dick against the legs of the chair above him.

Gerry had inched over , elbows bound together under his back, and rubbed his penis against one of the legs, when he heard the flash of Helen's digital camera. "For posterity, Gerald." Helen chuckled. It had gone out as a Christmas card to all the members of their TeaseAmerica website. Gerald winced at the memory, his cock straining against the piercing yet again. I HAVE TO CUM!! Keri Ann's voice broke into Gerald's reverie "I could do a Russian Lit minor but --Are you all right, Mr. Morin?" Gerry came back.

"I apologize, Keri Ann. Since the funeral, I've been a little tense, and --"

"Do you want your key?" Keri smiled at him, and reached into her handbag. She looked so great in the tiny sweater and skirt, legs everywhere, sitting on the bed.

Keri Ann placed a small padlock key into Gerry's hand. Gerry looked at the key stupidly. He'd never been allowed to hold it. Once, he'd stolen the key to do a quick, desperate whack-off after an extended time, months, of teasing and chastity, but Helen had caught Gerry right before he'd cum, and she'd given a severe whipping. Gerry looked at Keri, and she nodded, slightly.

" Take it off, Mr. Morin, if you want to, and touch...um yourself."

Touch myself? Unlock the cruel piercing, and jerk off all he liked, date the little paralegal who had been making eyes at him...Gerry had had less than a hundred orgasms in the last three decades, though he'd been stimulated a great deal by Helen...He could do anything he wanted...

Gerry could get porn films like "Dr. Fellatio" jerk off all day, find a girlfriend, have his first blowjob in so many years, God knows there were women who wanted him but... "Gerald? You're crying." Keri Ann used his given name for the first time, the whole name, just like Helen had.

"I just miss her so much" Gerry whispered, looking at the key with bleary eyes. Keri stood up, and gave Gerry a big hug, pressing her 34DD breasts against his chest

"I loved Aunt Helen too... why don't you give me the key back, baby. I don't think you're ready for it." Gerry dropped the key into Keri's extended palm, thus once again, giving up his freedom. But then he said

"Keri Ann, excuse the expression, but I need to cum. I haven't in so long..." Gone was the expert voice of the attorney and college trustee, it was just childish begging now. Whap! Keri Ann slapped Gerry's face lightly. "Stop with that nasty talk, the day of my aunt's funeral." Gerry hung his head and cried harder.

"The first thing you'll do" said Helen, taking off her jacket and tucking in her sweater further "Is call me Miss Keri Ann. And the second thing is you'll strip and bring me Auntie's handcuffs."

* * * * *

"Ohh..Miss Keri Ann. Can't I at least sit down with you?" Stark naked, Gerry was standing, hands cuffed behind him in front of a chaise lounge where Keri Ann was lying casually.

Keri's hair tumbled around her shoulders, and she was wearing a tight black midriff shirt that barely covered her breasts, and tiny blue jean shorts that made Gerry intake breath whenever she'd turned around.

Her legs, beautifully shaped, were encased in fishnet stockings. She was perfectly relaxed, except for one hand, which was reaching out and stroking Gerry's purplish cock.

"No. You can't sit down. It's good for your lazy ass, Gerald, to do some standing. In the two weeks I've been here, all I've seen you do is SIT reading, SIT watching television. Stand up!"

Keri Ann casually rubbed the underside of Gerry's cock with her forefinger, touching nothing else...He was trying to straighten his legs, but it was very hard." And you whine. It's disgusting, Gerald." Keri Ann added one finger to the rubbing of the underside, and began stroking the base of the cock with her thumb...

It looked as if she were wrestling with a child-proof aspirin bottle. "Can I cum, can i cum?" Keri Ann spoke in a whining falsetto.

She seemed so sweet at the memorial, Gerry thought." Thought I'd wank you off immediately after the funeral?" Keri now took both hands and began rolling the tip of the cock around.

Although Helen had always used lubricant, her niece had the exciting habit of rubbing the dry cock with two or three fingers, alternating spots on the shaft and balls, which drove Gerry crazy. Keri now began jerking him loosely with one hand, rubbing the encircled fingers and thumb up and down the shaft...but there was no friction, just stimulation...it was a hand job in SLOW motion.

"The first night, crying and begging on your knees, what a tantrum. As if the death of the woman who changed your life was cause for YOU to have a party." Keri began rubbing with two fingers again. "But then I found Auntie's razor strop, and gave you something to really cry about." Gerry winced at the memory. His bottom still swelled, though the blisters were healing.

"And your drinking, Gerald." Keri tugged at his foreskin, then lightly rubbed the ball of her forefinger under the head of his leaking penis. "Auntie led me to believe that after a few whippings during your first days with her, you'd foresworn alcohol and drugs."

"Ma'am, after Miss Helen passed, I...went back to drinking." Gerry babbled. Why didn't she grab his cock instead of toying with it with one annoying finger? Would he never cum? He looked at it. The violet-ish veins along the shaft of his penis looked like they might burst. Keri, as if reading his thoughts, giggled slightly, and her cleavage shifted. Gerry rolled his eyes.

"No more gin and tonics for you, young man...warm milk before your 8:00 bedtime." Keri gently pulled Gerry down on the couch next to her, Thank God. She put her arm around his shoulders, and pulled him to her neck. "Kiss it, baby." He began kissing her neck, stealing sly looks down her shirt at the heaving white mounds. He felt his cock lunging, the held-back semen almost pushing to the head. He began kissing her perfumed neck. It was hard for him to reach over, as his hands were cuffed, but Gerry was doing his best.

Keri was now rubbing her forefinger and middle finger up and down the shaft with one hand...she pulled her other arm away from Gerry's shoulder and cradled his testicles with the other, red talons casting a peculiar hue on the strained purple ball sac.

"Do you want to cum, sweetheart?" Keri whispered as Gerry kept kissing her neck. God, how smooth it was. These 20 year olds were almost like teenagers...

Gerry nodded, and kept kissing madly, hoping he could slip a hickey in there. Keri kept rubbing faster and faster, now fully grasping the penis with her looped fingers, and Gerry began breathing harder.

"Just keep kissing my neck, baby." she whispered. Pump, Pump. Her other hand was playing gently with the testicles, lifting them and twirling them around...it felt so good. Gerry kissed Keri's neck, stared down her cleavage and began lifting his hips rhythmically to the stroking. His legs began quivering. Here it came, finally...

"Aaaugh!" Gerry screamed. He had not cum. Keri had clenched her ball cradling hand tightly, and slipped her finger around the base of his cock...there would be no orgasm, Oh, the PAIN...

Keri stood up, pulled Gerry off the bed by his hair and threw him on the floor, where he landed on his swelled cock. "Thought you'd squirt on MY HAND? Oh, funny..." END OF PART ONE

New Adventures in Cathedral Heights-Part Two Thwack! Tears were streaming down Gerry's face. His mouth was burning. It was too much. There he was, in his ornate office beautifully decorated in mahogany, oriental rugs and a Monet original, his extensive diplomas and awards on the walls... and yet he was lying over Keri's lap, Armani slacks and silk boxers bunched around his ankles, and his tie over her thigh, as she administered a the last whack of a blistering hairbrush spanking.

There was a knock on the door. Gerry's heart stopped.

"Mr. Moin?" It was his paralegal. Keri spoke. "Brandon, Mr. Morin's resting right now."

"I need to see him about the Parfemac brief, Keri."

"He'll be available at three." Keri chuckled, as she heard Brandon walking away.

"They probably think I'm sucking you...what a joke." Gerry's cock gorged painfully against the tiny cage. When Keri, who Gerry had hired to do part time billing after her morning classes had exasperatedly ordered him to drop-em and bend over for misplacing a file she needed, Gerry had worried that he might begin screaming as he did when she disciplined him at home.

After all, there were attorneys, secretaries and mail clerks milling around in the hall outside. Keri had solved this dilemma by taping a wet bar of laundry soap in his now foaming mouth, and this served as an effective gag.

"Okay, Gerald. Let's get up." Gerry felt her un cuffing his hands. He pushed up off her lap. Keri's first week at the firm had been rather painful for him. Yesterday she had closed a metal drawer on his exposed scrotum after discovering his participation in the office football pool.

Gerry stood in front of Keri, who looked very cute in a snug angora pullover and leather miniskirt. Her legs were crossed now that Geri's weight had been lifted. Keri had dropped the warm ivory hairbrush on the floor, and was freshening her lip gloss, her mouth an O as she stared into the compact.

Gerry stood at attention, knowing better than to remove the soap or pull up his drawers without the go-ahead.

"All right, cutie. .you look like rabid dog--no a rabid hamster, really foaming like that. Take the soap out of your mouth."

Gerry pulled the tape off, ripping some of his sideburn hair off with it, and took out the soap. His mouth felt like the Bermuda Triangle, and he'd cried so hard during the whipping that his face looked as if it had been beaten with rocks.

Sympathetically, his billing assistant handed him a glass of water. Gerry gargled, and spit the remaining soap into the wastebasket, knowing his mouth wouldn't feel normal until tomorrow. Then, as he was about to pull his pants up, Keri held up a magenta fingernail and wheeled the leather chair up to his crotch.

Reaching out to twiddle the cock cage, she chuckled again. "That thing was a bitch, pressing into my thighs during your walloping." she murmured. "I have good news for you, Gerald. Dan came back today."

Gerrys legs began trembling and his cock pressed painfully against the bars of the cage. His poor wee-wee was a little raw, as it hadn't been out of the cage in six long weeks. Keri had promised then that Gerry could jerk off to orgasm if he gave her hairdresser Blaine, and his two friends from the Gay Men's Chorus a blowjob, and drank a fish tank of their accumulated urine

But after this horrible, degrading task was completed, Gerry found that Keri had left her key on the same ring as the key to Gerry's Mercedes, which she had lent her brother to take a month long trip cross-country. Really, it was an honest mistake. Dan had stayed a little longer than he intended... and so not only could Gerry not cum, but he hadn't even had the cage removed for sessions with Keri's teasing fingers...the "milkings".

She had done quite a few sessions with a robin's feather through the bars of the cage, but this caused too much pain, as Miss Helen, Geri's now deceased former mistress had had the cage built just a little too small for a full erection. "So you can focus on the important things, Gerald." shed said, laughing. For the last few years before Helen's death, he had been in a cock-lock piercing, but Keri had pulled the old cage out, as she thought piercings were "unhealthy" but actually, Gerry suspected that she knew that a hard cock in a cage would be so much more painful.

Maybe not...she has such an innocent face! "So Dan's back, Miss Keri? Can we take the cage off, please?" Gerry's heart was pounding. Gerry hadn't cum since a month before Keri moved in, and it was now close to five months.

Keri released the cock cage, laughing, and grasped Gerry's scorched, still-bare buttocks from behind. Embedding her nails in his welted cheeks, he burst into fresh tears from the pain.

* * * * *

Gerry lay, once again cuffed and naked on the queen sized bed in the Mayflower Hotel. He rarely got to lie down on queen beds, Keri had the master bedroom, and Gerry usually was in his little single bed in the guest room, though of course it was his house.

He had to meet Brandon at 3:00 this afternoon, but he was so excited that the key was back in Keri's hot little hands, that he'd begged her to go with him to the Mayflower to get the cage off, just for a little while. Would she let him cum? Keri sat on the side of the bed...She'd pulled off her sweater, and was now only wearing a violet demi bra with little flowers on the cups. Her cleavage was heaving as she laughed, taking the horrid little dungeon off Gerry's now wounded bent erection.

Free! Gerry looked over his gut at his member, now waving in the air. Keri ran her finger up the tip, and it immediately hardened. "So, big boy...want some action?" Keri laughed."I bet you think we're going to have squirtie time today, aren't you?...and what have you done to deserve that, may I ask?"

"B-but Miss Keri, " Gerry blurted. "Before you accidentally gave your brother the cage key, you promised--promised I could cum." Gerry choked back a sob.

"And-and since then, I've performed between your legs every night, even licking out your boyfriend's semen...I've cleaned the house daily naked, paid your tuition, and given you a huge allowance in addition to your salary at the firm."

Gerry's lip trembled. Keri's fingernails were dancing up and down his shaft, flicking and then rubbing the underside of his trembling cock...oh, the pain.

She then encircled the tip with her fingers and thumb and began squeezing it slightly, and then moved down to the base...and continued squeezing, dropping her little finger to move about the foreskin. Gerry thought he was going to die. His butt still felt like boiled cabbage, and he had really hoped, in vain, that Keri might just let him wank when they got to the hotel. She owed it to him!

"Poor Gerald..."Keri spoke ina sing-song voice...I haven't let you cum once since I moved in after Auntie Helen's death...have you ever gone this long before?"

"Once" Gerry sighed. "She found a condom in my jacket that one of my partners put in as a joke, and suspended orgasms for six months, with daily two-hour teasings."

"No kidding?"Keri asked. "So this five month period isn't a record? That's a shame. I wonder if you could go without for a year." Keri began rubbing her thumb back and forth against the terribly sensitive nerve just below the tip of Gerry's penis.

The cock began throbbing and dancing about like a Mexican jumping bean. Pre cum was already beginning to dribble out, and he'd not been tied down for more than ten minutes. Keri's nails were long and perfectly manicured...a deep purple, almost matching the shade of Gerry's cock. He paid the bill every month to Elegant Nails Co., and so he knew how expensive they were, but certainly it was worth it...Both Keri and Helen had never needed false paste-ons, because their nails never got any hard work...no cleaning, lifting, or even back scratching...all done by poor Gerry's capable hands. She leaned over further, and her breasts seemed to be tumbling out of the demi bra, the areola of one nipple showed for a moment, and she pulled the bra up slightly, and smiled. Gerry had never seen Keri naked--she always kept a top on, and only let him lick her when he was blindfolded.

This was incredibly humiliating, as he was forced to walk about nude at home, and often to partially undress at work for disciplinary reasons. "Look at it, it's practically Old Faithful." Keri said, as she rubbed the pre cum into the tip of Gerry's penis. She then looked at him. "Are you sure you want to cum, sweetie?"

"Oh, oh yes ma'am...please." Gerry looked up at her with tears in his eyes. His balls were full, and the cum kept surging up the shaft...the sperm cells were miserably rebelling against the torture, pounding against the tip over and over again, as she tapped her fingers around the tip.

"Well...I hope you'd make more of a sacrifice. That blowjob business you did to get cum privileges is old now...expired. It's not my fault you haven't cum...you should've reminded me to check my key chain before I lent it to Dan." Keri's forefinger was now rubbing the bluish vein on the underside of his cock up and down...her other hand was tickling the scrotum.

This went on, and Gerry's cock began to surge forth again. He raised his hips to meet her hands, pushing his cock into her ministering fingers...he was getting closer...CLOSER...Keri dropped his penis, and used her other hand to shove his hips down.