Naked Scott Ch. 05

"It's fine, sir," he told me gallantly, "I'm doing my best to control my cock, sir. I want to. I want to control it for you."

But a few days later, on day six of his genital confinement, things were getting a bit difficult. When he called me Thursday night, he was about at the end of his rope.

"Please, sir," I heard him trying hard to hold back his emotions. "Please can I come over so you can unlock it, sir? You don't have to let me cum, but could I just have it off for a little while, sir? Master? I know you said Friday, but I just can't..."

"You're right, Scott," I said, voice devoid of sympathy, "I did say Friday. Friday night at eleven is when you will be here. I will unlock it then. I made myself perfectly clear, did I not?"

Now I was disappointed in him. He was whining like a teenager. I heard him struggling on the other line, he may have been in tears when he spoke again.

"It's so difficult, sir, it's so frustrating. I feel like I'm losing my mind...I want to cum so badly, master, I can barely think about anything else."

"Scott," I said, "I want you to take three deep breaths. When I say 'in,' breathe in as deeply as you can. In...now out." We did this breathing exercise together.

"Now Scott," I said once he was a bit more calm, "are you going to be a good boy or a bad boy over this? You told me you were going to be good, remember?"

I heard him grit his teeth. I could all but hear the gears churning in his mind. "I'm...I'm going to be a good boy, sir," he choked out at last.

"Tell me again, make me believe it, Scott. Are you a good boy?"

"Yes, sir...," a deep, pitiful moan, "I'm a good boy, sir. I'm your good boy, sir."

"Are you going to be able to endure this until tomorrow night?"

"Yes, sir, I can do it," though he sounded miserable.

"I know it's a challenge, Scott. Call me again if you need to. I'll be here to support you."

Scott had likely spent his entire Friday counting the seconds to when he could finally come over and have me unlock this thing. He wanted it off so badly.

I thought he was being a bit of a drama queen, to be honest. I had not reprimanded him for his childish behavior. But now that I had him here, I felt the need to teach him a bit of a lesson.

Mach3 in hand, I circled around him like a tiger. I intentionally drew out the process of inspecting his body for any further hair. I twisted and tormented his nipples and other parts of his body that I knew got him aroused. "Oh dear God, please," I heard him pray under his breath.

I got down on my knees and pushed his cheeks apart. I swiped away the small hairs around the walls of his anus. Now it was cleanly shorn for when I fucked him later.

I probed my finger inside of him. He moaned in protest, clenching his hole against me, trying to keep me out.

"Bad boy, Scott," I said coldly. "I advise you to relax your hole." I heard him gulp, he was never able to rebel against me for very long. He unclenched and accepted my finger.

There was an "AH" as I slid it in more quickly than he expected. I wiggled it around inside him, finding his prostate. "You wouldn't want me to miss any stray hairs that might be up there, would you, Scott?"

"No, sir," he said sulkily.

He began moaning, both in pleasure and agony as I explored him. A finger in his ass drove him crazy. His cock was reacting to it and, before long, was swelling dangerously.

Scott understood what I was doing and why I was being so cruel. Payback for having made such a fuss over the cock cage the previous day. Even in his discomfort, he didn't dare beg me as he had on the phone. I might very well make him wear it longer.

After a bit more anal play, I was satisfied I had tormented him enough. I brought the little key out of my pocket and held it before his eyes. "Alright, Scott, are ready to be unleashed?"

The desperation on his face as he looked at the key was almost comically pitiful. He was like a dog who had been waiting for days to be let out for a walk.

"Please, sir," he said, almost choking on his own saliva. His cock was swelling in its tube, the head pressing against the piss slit, threatening to burst out.

I reached forward and touched his imprisoned cockhead, drawing out a long strand of moisture on my finger.

Scott gave a hard "gulp" in his collar. He shifted his weight standing there in front of me with his arms bound.

"I am going to set your cock free now, Scott...but you know I'm not going to let you cum yet, don't you?"

Scott's mouth tightened into a thin line. He looked like a helpless child who wanted to cry and beg me to give him release. But he sucked it up just the same.

"Yes, sir...yes, I know."

As per usual, we had discussed what I had in mind for this weekend via email. Scott knew that what I had in store would be an ordeal.

Cum denial was the most difficult of all my punishments for Scott to endure, and he knew what I was about to make him do. By comparison, the chastity device would seem easy.

I stuck the little key into the padlock at the top of Scott's plastic prison. I twisted until there was a muffled click.

Scott let out a long "ahhh" of relief as the cock cage snapped open, as if he'd literally been unable to breathe with it on.

I drew it off of his penis and balls the way one pulls a muzzle off a horse.

His cock bobbed upward, half erect and growing by the second. In a blink, he sported a full hardon.

Though he was not allowed to cum, his powerful heaves were indication enough that he was glad to be freed, at least for the minute I decided to grant him.

"Stand straight, Scott, and hold still." He obeyed the sternness in my voice.

He did his best military posture and looked straight ahead; his now freed cock at full attention, flexing with a mind of its own.

I gave it a few hard slaps, watching it bounce back into place.

It didn't take me long to denude his manhood with the razor, but my hands upon his throbbing member was agony.

A few seconds and finished. Scott's body was now completely hairless and ready.

My demeanor grew less charitable as I assumed the role of dominant master and soon-to-be punisher.

"Alright, Scott. As you know, I have a new gift for you this week. That was very kind of me, wasn't it?"

Scott nodded vigorously, the leather of his collar creaking. He could tell from the tone in my voice I wasn't messing around anymore. "Oh, yes, sir," he swallowed hard. "Thank you. Thank you so much for thinking of me."

He all but danced around in his overwhelming sexual arousal.

I leaned forward and gave his ass a hard slap. He went up on the balls of his feet. "MMF," he protested. I always liked his ass to be at least a little bit rosy.

"Stay still, boy."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"Are you ready to play with your new toy, Scott?"

"Oh yes, sir," Scott said, desperately trying to convince me. He was breathing harder with the adrenaline and fear of what was coming. "Yes, yes I'm very excited." You could almost imagine him yipping like a puppy with a new bone being dangled in front of it.

Scott was obviously hoping the more he played by my rules, the faster I would give him relief.

"Hmm, I'm not sure I believe you, Scott."

I came at him from both sides. I wrapped my arms around him and pushed his body to mine.

I pressed my lips to his open mouth. He gulped as I forced my tongue into his throat. I had violated his mouth so many times now he knew to expect it and opened wide.

With his hard dick pushing against my leg, he had no choice but to thrust back and forth, dry humping me. "MMF...RMF," he groaned.

His butt wiggled and danced, trying to avoid my powerful hand, but to no avail. I brought it down on him again and again, one cheek and then the other, turning them both a bright burning pink. His whimpers and moans were muffled by my tongue plugging his throat.

I grabbed him by the shoulders. He gasped when I pulled out of him. "Tell me again, Scott," I heaved, "Do you really want it?"

He nodded in genuine desperation. His eyes were blurry. "Yes, yes, sir, yes, I really, really want it," he said, almost on the verge of hysteria. "I want it so badly, please may I have my gift, sir."

I smiled, "That's more like it." I clapped my hand once again on his helpless buns. "OOF!"

"Wait there. Legs spread. Don't move. And keep your eyes closed, too." Scott obeyed.

I went into the bedroom and got his "gift." It only took a second, but I drew it out to five full minutes, just to make him stand there waiting.

I gave his ass a hard pinch to announce my return. "UMPH!"

"Open your eyes, Scott."

Scott opened his clenched eyes and stared at what I was holding in my hands. He looked both intrigued and horrified at the same time.

I had bought him a combination cockring and buttplug, connected by a black rubber strap in the middle.

The buttplug was a nice, big cone that would stretch him wide for me, preparing him to be entered.

The cockring on the other end was actually two rings, the second one serving as a ball restraint.

This would have a similar effect to the chastity device I had just taken off. It would keep him from cumming.

Combined with the buttplug pressed against his prostate, it would keep him on edge, perhaps maddeningly so.

I grinned, "You ready for this, Scott?"

Scott's eyes were wide as he looked at the device. A squeak of fear escaped his lips before he could prevent it. Any over-eager enthusiasm he'd shown before was gone now.

He shifted his weight helplessly. His naked, hairless cock obscenely hard.

I stroked the course, buzzed hair on his head, the only place he had any hair left. "You can do this, can't you, Scott?"

Scott swallowed. "Yes, sir," he said quietly.

I held him with a hard look. "As I mentioned before, tonight is not going to be easy for you. It won't be easy because I don't want it to be easy. I am going to torment your body with stimulation and cum denial. To make you squirm and struggle and even beg."

Scott was no longer blushing. His face was growing white, flushed with fear. He swallowed hard against his collar.

"But you will do it for me, Scott. You will do it because you are my slave and it brings me pleasure, isn't that right?"

Poor Scott looked so helpless. He couldn't stand it when I was angry with him. He must have felt very vulnerable standing restrained in his shaved nakedness before me, who was completely clothed and in control of him.

He finally managed to choke out a pitiful "yes, sir."

"Tell me why, Scott."

"I'll...I'll do it because I'm your slave and because it brings you pleasure, sir."

"Hmm," I thought, "'Sir.' We could do better than that, couldn't we? What was that word you used the other night on the phone when you were begging to come over, Scott? I kind of liked you referring to me that way."

He struggled to swallow down his abject humiliation. "Yes...master."

"Again."

"Yes, master."

"Good. Now stand still. Legs apart. Buns clenched tight. Hold perfectly still, boy."

"Yes, master."

I fastened the two plastic rings into place. One drew his testicles downwards and away from his body.

The other went around the base of his cock to keep him hard.

"How does that feel, Scott?" I asked, genuinely curious. I myself had never experienced anything like this.

His face looked conflicted as he tried to form words. "It (gulp) it feels strange, sir...mmf, I mean master."

The strap joining the rings and buttplug would wrap around his taint. I brought out the all-too-familiar body oil that I liked to use on him.

I lubed up the black cone, making it shiny and slick. "Okay, relax your hole now. This should just slide right in."

Scott unclenched his cheeks so they went back to their normal, immaculate roundness.

He sucked in his breath as I pressed the head of the plug against his anus.

It slid in easily in one fluid movement. "Oh!" Scott exhaled at the sensation.

Beautiful. Of course, Scott's ass looked amazing on any occasion.

Now, seeing the big, black plug wedged between his cheeks, violating him deep, was the piece de resistance.

I had turned his ass into a BDSM masterpiece.

"Clench your man buns again, Scott, how does that feel against your hole?"

He groaned in discomfort when he tried to flex his sphincter. "It's very tight, s-(gulp) master."

I was satisfied and began to apply the final touches. I covered his body in rubbing oil to accentuate his curves and muscles.

I had to be careful with his cock and apply my fingers only lightly. He was so hard he couldn't even flex it anymore. It looked like a shotgun about to go off.

Once gleaming and oiled up, I positioned the familiar black blindfold over his eyes. I wanted him to be completely focused on what was happening to his body.

"Can you see anything, Scott," I asked.

"No, sir."

I gave his buns a slap just to make sure. He yelped in surprise. "Sorry...master!"

"That's very good, you look like a full-fledged human sex toy if ever I saw one. Now march, slave."

I led him out into the living room.

It was time to play with my toy.

To be continued...