This story is total fantasy, based on some of my experiences. There will probably be 7 or 8 parts all together and the humiliation gets more intense as it goes along, just like good play expands a subs limits over time. Be patient about waiting for parts that strike each of you as hot. Kind of like the character of Mark has to be patient.
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******************* No Break by Master Lou
Part I
For several years, I had an interest in chastity devices. I was fascinated with the power exchange: taking control of the basic male sex organ. When this fantasy started in my late teens, it didn't include forcing my best friend into displaying himself in humiliating ways but it sure turned out that way for the two of us.
As I began my junior year at Northwestern, I actually bought a CB2000 cockcage and The Curve chastity tube. In the end, I decided I liked how the cage entrapped a cock yet left room for some air to flow around and for some change in shape. I also appreciated the hinged base cockring of the tube that let me get a perfect tight fit without having to force a cock and balls through the smallest possible ring. They were made by the same manufacturer, so the parts fit each other and I combined them to make a unit I really wanted to try.
In fact, I did try it on myself a few times. Wearing the cage under my jeans to class for days at a time. Loving the way it made me so horny but kept me from doing anything about it. Feeling the intense emotions of being trapped in the cage in public with the keys tucked safely away in my apartment where I could not reach them immediately, no mater what sexual opportunities came along. Eventually, I figured out that when my cock was completely limp, I could slip it out of the outer ring and have free access, though my balls were still tightly trapped until the tiny lock was opened. That didn't matter too much to me at any rate. What I was really interested in was the fantasy of having another man at my mercy, controlling his every orgasm. So, being able to defeat the cage myself for jacking off could easily be put out of my thoughts.
These man-on-man fantasies were not something I shared with Mark Burke, my best friend who lived in the second bedroom of my college apartment. When my girlfriend broke up with me in January, complaining I didn't have time for her with all my school work and varsity swim practices morning and evening, I did get bold enough to show him the cage. I laughed and lied that I had dumped Debbie when she gave the cockcage to me and asked me to stay locked up for her, which I refused. After Mark and I joked a bit, I threw the device up on a display shelf in my bedroom.
Mark was a good buddy whom I met while living in the jock dorm my freshman year. He wrestled, I swam. We both did some running to cross-train and of course plenty of lifting to build our physiques. As a sprinter, I needed some bulking muscle to power myself through the water, unlike the sleek distance swimmers everyone considers the stereotype for my sport.
On the other hand, everyone expected that rock-hard muscle was essential to Mark for his chosen sport and if they expected it, they would not be disappointed. He wrestled in the 174 pound weight class for Northwestern. Between his 6'1" height and the muscles, there was no way he could trim down to make any lighter class for a match. Mark was altogether likable: friendly, charismatic, clean-cut, darkly handsome. He might also be regarded as somewhat of an oaf because although he was big, strong and reasonably intelligent when it came to his coursework, he did not always use common sense with his choices and that provided his friends with a couple amusing stories to tell about him over the last two years.
Mark did not amuse me, however, when he came home from the racetrack Monday evening with terrible news. Since he had turned 21, he had tried his luck betting a few times and I was afraid he was getting hooked on it. That afternoon, he had decided that he could afford time away from studying for mid-term exams to test his luck once again. His luck had run out. In the 7th race, a horse that had won for him twice before was running again. He viewed that as a good omen and had bet $1,400 on the race! His horse came in fourth. I was stunned when he told me that. It was money he had saved to travel with me at the end of the week to Ft. Lauderdale for spring break.
After the initial shock, I was angry. "How am I suppose to go on break without any friends?", I shouted. "You and I were going to travel together again this year, Mark. It's probably too late to find anyone else to join me. Everyone has made plans!"
"I was stupid," he replied. " `Sure Thang' had won for me twice before, so I figured I'd win more this time. I'm sorry, Lou. I can't ask my dad for money -- he'd find out I've been betting. Geez, I feel so bad."
I paused for a minute to think and told Mark "You know what? I have some money in my savings that I could use for your share of expenses. I'm not sure I want to do that after you've been so brainless...and after the way you acted last year. Talking so tough about the babes you fucked, acting so brash and full of yourself."
Mark was wise enough to sit quietly and listen, letting me consider. He knew how I felt about his acting like BMOC at the beach, when I wasn't even used to seeing him that way on campus. Still, it hadn't stopped us from making arrangements together this year. Now he couldn't afford to pay his own way.
"Alright," I said at last. "I will pay your expenses this year, but I'm going to make sure that I have a good time in Lauderdale. No more talkin' shit about what a stud you are."
"Lou, are you sure? You are the greatest, bud!"
"Not so fast, Mark. I mean what I say and I'll enforce it. You remember that chastity device that Debbie wanted me to wear?" Mark nodded his head slowly while I continued. "You're going to be locked in that on the trip and I'll have the keys. Unless you want to stay here with the snow or try to get the money from your parents."
With very little thought, Mark saw this as a way out of his trouble and quickly agreed. I guess he figured I was joking about the cockcage and he was thankful for my financing his trip with no payback expected.
Next morning, Mark actually cracked his class notes and focused on studying for his imminent philosophy test.
That evening I brought out the modified CB2000. I told Mark I didn't think he took me seriously but we were going to fit him with the unit now. With a little arguing about the need to get the adjustments right since he'd be in the thing for some days, a tiny bit of drawing out his guilt about the lost at the track and some reminding that we were both jock studs that had seen all the equipment before, I had him on the couch with his pants and boxers around his ankles.
The reason I really wanted to try this with Mark was because I had seen his package. I knew he had his cock pierced with an 8-guage P.A. He had gone by himself to get it last year, but had been anxious to tell me, his best friend, as soon as he got home. Just that one time, he had wanted specifically to show me the jewelry. Of course, around the apartment I had seen it casually from time to time as he came from the shower or searched the laundry for clean underwear. Mark and I were far from naturalists in our apartment but neither were we shy with each other. We were both guys. What would either of us be looking at, right?
I sized up his girth and tried one of the hinged plastic cockrings around the base of his cock and balls together. He sat silently looking off to one side. I resolved that the ring was too large and tried again with the next smaller size. It sure held his equipment tight but I could still wiggle my little finger underneath with some effort, so I figured it would do no harm. I slid the peg from behind through the top of the cockring to stick out away from the base of Mark's dick. It was secure enough for the moment. Next I put a medium spacer over the peg, to hold the cockcage away from the base ring. I wanted to try something in particular, so I used the spacer with the plastic teeth on the underside, toward Mark's meat. I knew the spikes would not even touch him, or at least they would sink gently into his flesh while he was soft. But I figured the teeth would dig in painfully if he tried to sport wood.
The hard plastic cockcage itself slid down the top peg. It had a base ring almost the same size as the cockring Mark already wore. This ring only went around Mark's cock and left his balls hang below. The spacer I used kept the two rings from pressing against each other. Locking the device in place with a tiny padlock left Mark's cock securely inside the cage and his balls hanging exposed below. The space between the rings was fixed and much too small to get either of his balls through. So the only way to get the cage off was to unlock it or rip his balls off. In a manner of speaking, he was trapped by his own balls.
The finishing touch was the second lock through the end of the cockcage and fastened through his P.A.! It was impossible for him to get his cock out of the cage then. He didn't have the same chance to pull his limp cock out the way I had discovered.
Mark was actually fascinated at first. I think he was also relieved that I was finished handling his tackle.
"Okay, Stud. Put your pants on and I'll buy you a beer at Mulligan's" I ordered.
"Oh, no!" he started. "I told you I'd wear this over spring break, not during mid-terms."
"Get used to it, Mark. If any adjustments are needed, you'll want to handle them here, not on the beach. Anyway, you're not going to tell me you're ungrateful for me paying for your trip and lending you the cockcage, are you?"
Again grudgingly, Mark stood and pulled up his pants. I knew I was going to have some fun.
Nothing was said about Mark's cock and no attention drawn while we were out at the bar. We only stayed for one beer and when we got home, it was getting late. We both had exams the next day. I quickly told Mark I needed to turn in and to let me know if there was any pinching or chaffing. I was sure he was disappointed I didn't let him out but he was resolved and didn't complain at the time.
(to be continued)