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. Lou is setting Mark up and reeling him in. 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 III
Wednesday night was uneventful. The night before, Mark's nocturnal erection in the cockcage was a form of CBT he hadn't expected and had him screaming in pain until he iced it down. I did get an ice bag ready for Mark before we went to bed Wednesday - ostensively as a show of my support for him in case he had any trouble through the night. Honestly, the memory of him freezing his own balls to stop the pain had me horny and I wanted in some small way to help him do that again.
In the morning, Mark told me that he used the ice bag. He hadn't made enough noise to wake me. I hinted maybe we could work out a compromise for sleeping but his stupidity in losing all his travel money and his full-of-himself attitude on spring break the year before had sealed his fate during the day.
My physics prof had scheduled my last exam for Thursday morning and it wasn't that bad. I couldn't wait to get on the road. Mark thought he had done alright on his mythology mid-term, too. After lunch and closing up the apartment we were headed out in my Mini-Cooper for the beach. Wouldn't you figure, it was starting to snow as we pulled out of the parking lot.
Not much fun happened on the drive that day, though I did get a chuckle from watching him try to hide the cockcage at a rest stop when he stepped up to a urinal. It seems if he was right up close to the fixture, he didn't have to worry about piss splashing off the cockcage and hitting the floor or wetting the front of his own pants. I was sure he would be forced to sit if he used a regular toilet.
Seven hours later we were coming into Nashville and it was already twenty degrees warmer there! It had been dark for a couple of hours and Mark and I were both hungry. After several burgers, we found a reasonably priced motel and settled into a room with two double beds. Still facing another fourteen hours of driving the next day, we talked about unwinding, getting some sleep and an early start the next morning. Then I noticed that the motel had porno films available as pay-per-view. I couldn't help myself when I considered Mark's inescapable chastity cage and the fact that this was his third day being unable to jerk off. Mark hadn't mentioned being horny but I thought an explicit video might be useful now.
The movie, titled "Harem Scare `Em", featured a guy, whose dark curly body hair and full beard made him a plausible Arab Sultan, getting sucked then fucking one girl after another in his harem tent. Somewhere in the plot line was a bit about a ghost, but that's not what I remember about watching the video. Mark and I stayed in our respective beds in our boxers until the lonely girls waiting their turn with the sultan started to fondle and lick one another. At that point, I stripped out of my boxers and started enthusiastically wanking.
"What the fuck are you doing, Lou? Did you forget I'm in the room, too?" complained Mark.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do and answered, "I'm having a solo jerk to the flick, my friend. This scene is too hot to ignore and I figure you don't count anyway. With your dick locked in the cockcage, what difference does it make to you?" I continued to rub my fist up and down the length of my stiff and overly stimulated cock.
With an unfriendly grunt, Mark settled back into his pillow and watched the TV screen. I noticed him stealing a peek at my play once in awhile. It must have been humiliating for him to be forced to watch for the first time his best friend jacking off in the bed next to him, with both of us knowing he was not capable of doing that himself. Before long, I was erupting in a loud and satisfying orgasm, shooting giz all over my bare stomach and chest. I caught Mark watching at that point. I was genuinely spent so it didn't take any acting to lay back on my bed relaxed and satisfied, as if I had no place in the world I needed to be at that moment.
I could tell Mark was agitated and probably frustrated with no hope of getting any relief. That's when I offered a bargain. "Hey Mark. I do feel for you, buddy. I hate for you to have to suffer with another morning woody in the cockcage, especially after that hot porno flick. If you're willing to help me clean up, I'll unlock the chastity device overnight. I haven't the energy to fetch my own towel for the next few minutes and I don't think either of us wants to lay here and let the smell of my cum fill the whole room. Get me a warm wash cloth and a hand towel, Mark."
It's so cool how controlling a guy's cock makes him so ready to please. He must have been horny himself and hoping for release because he got right up off his bed, went into the bathroom and started running the warm water. In another minute he was there beside my bed, the small hard lump of the CB2000 the only visible bulge in his boxers. I looked him in the eyes and stretched my arms away from my chest. He knew what that invited. He was in this far and must have wanted out of the cockcage real bad, so he reached down with the cloth to wipe the cum off my chest and abs. He seemed amused at my contented sigh, so that he continued by wiping up the few drops of sperm on the end of my cock. He touched me only with the cloth, not his bare hand. Then he roughly dried me with the towel.
"We'll have to teach you how to use a towel more gently, if we're going to take your cage off at night, Mike."
I think he wanted to snap back with something like "Fuck you, Lou." He must have been worried that it would foil his release because he gave me that scowl but said nothing.
Recovered, I jumped naked off the bed, slid my boxers back on, and asked whether he needed to piss before I took care of my part of the bargain. As he did not, I went to my duffle bag and took out two lengths of white cotton rope with a twisted braid. I had to explain to him that part of our agreement was he would be locked up the entire week. I thought our new bargain was a good idea so he could avoid the pain of a nighttime boner for tonight but I wasn't going to just give him free rain to masturbate. "Geez," I said. "That would be kinda gay, with me sharing the room. After all, I'm not keeping chaste. Besides after you cum you'd start thinking you can brag about how much of a stud you are."
I watched him strip off his white boxers. I coveted him, exposed laying on his back on the bed in only his chastity cage which was locked around his balls and through his P.A. ring. I had to stop myself from drooling as I restrained his arms spread-eagle to his bed frame with French bowline knots, wrapping each end of one long cord three times around each wrist before tying the rabbit-through-the-hole. I left Mark more play in the rope when securing his legs, explaining that I was only concerned that he not turn over and rub his cock across the bed sheets during the night.
Finally, but certainly not the least significant, I unlocked the cage from his P.A. and from the cockring around the base of his cock and balls. The cage slid off quickly and I heard Mark moan with sought after relief -- at least to be free of the cage and out in the open air. Did he think about how vulnerable he was to his best friend while he was tied exposed and helpless that night? I certainly would have thought about it. Maybe he didn't want to mention it and give me any ideas.
I set the thermostat in the room to keep it comfortable, because I sure wasn't going to cover Mark with a blanket or sheet. My boxers provided all the covering I needed that night.
The sight that greeted me in the morning was so much better than what happened between Mark and me the night before. I heard Mark tentatively calling my name, trying without conviction to wake me. When I rolled over to answer him, I was myself surprised to see his rock hard cock pointing toward his chest and held rigidly erect above his six-pack wrestler's abs. With a boner like that, it's no wonder the tiny teeth inside the CB2000 hurt like hell when he sprung wood. This was the first full-blown erection he'd had since Tuesday morning and the first time I'd ever seen his cock hard.
Mark was obviously embarrassed as hell. He blushed when I rolled over and opened my eyes. This helplessly bound and horny boytoy was the complete opposite of the bragging pussy chaser Mark had acted during last year's spring trip.
I took a second to get my bearings (and to admire the view) before sitting up and addressing Mark. "You're not going to fit back in your cockcage this morning."
Mark was too humiliated to even answer. So, I explained that I'd let him get some ice, but he'd have to be bound so he couldn't reach his cock while he was out of the room. I doubt that he understood what I proposed, but he sure wanted to get rid of the massive erection in front of his best friend and roommate.
I left his feet tied to the bed and Mark cooperated about sitting up and letting me bind his hands behind his back. Once that was accomplished, I untied his ankles and handed him the room's ice bucket behind his back. Mark expected me to put his boxers on him but I refused. Then I crossed to the door to the room and held it wide open.
Mark resignedly walked out, led by the woody that curved up toward his lightly furry stomach and followed by the ice bucket in his bound hands. The ice machine sat in an opening right next door to our second floor room. We had both seen it on the way to the room last night. As exposed as Mark was, he was only gone for a minute. I could hear the ice falling into the bucket barely a moment after I let the door close behind him. When Mark returned and bumped the door with his knee, in place of a knock, I hesitated only a second before opening it. Of course, I had to stop and take in the sight of the college athlete standing bound, exposed, hard and blushing in front of the open railing on the other side of our door, before I moved aside and let him enter the room.
With his hands behind his back, Mark could not ice his dick and nuts himself. I stepped in to help once again. Good that he has a buddy who will do that for him, isn't it?
I figured he didn't see anyone while he was out of the room, because when I had his cock and balls double locked in the chastity device once again and took the rope off his hands, he simply got dress to head out rather than try to punch me. Ah well, there could well be another chance to have someone see him and his ice bucket. We weren't even to Florida yet.