Spanked Into Submission

Bad Bruce

       It was spring break and a caravan of students from SW Texas State had just arrived at the beach on South Padre Island. Jane came with three roommates and two other cars that contained two couples each. Jane was the youngest, eighteen and a half, bright, sensitive and innocent. They’d hardly hit the beach when she spotted Bruce and was immediately attracted to him. Unlike the blue eyed, blond, boys she had known, Bruce was dark and swarthy, with thick eyebrows and expressive brown eyes. He had thick, wavy black hair, an athletic build, and a handsome face. Jane was blond, thin, petit, and attractive.

       Bruce was with his best friend, Alex. Most locals avoided the spring break madness, but Alex was between relationships, and Bruce was constantly on the prowl. His friends called him Bad Bruce because of his love ‘em and leave ‘em dating style. Bruce is twenty-one and a college dropout who works as a mechanic and spends all his time (and money) on surfing, parasailing, hang gliding, and meeting women. He took vacation time to meet some students, ‘fresh meat’ to use his vernacular.

       Bruce caught Jane’s glance and waited until she was alone. Alex had already paired up with her friend, Nancy. Bruce moved in for the attack and easily enthralled her with tales of his life in Corpus Christi. They rode on his motor scooter and ended up drinking and making out. She believed that Bruce loved her like no other, and they ended up having sex in his apartment. When he dropped her off at her motel, he didn’t ask for her number; and, when she asked where they would meet tomorrow, he said, “I’ll see you when I see you.” He took off, leaving her stunned and feeling quite used. When she entered the motel, she was crying and told her friends how she had fallen for a rat. Nancy said Alex told her Bruce was heavily in debt, and she had an idea of how to teach him a lesson.

       The next day, Nancy met Alex as planned and told him about Jane’s experience with Bruce. Alex was sympathetic and said this was typical of ‘Bad Bruce.’ Nancy said she wanted to talk to him, and Alex took her to the beach bar where Bruce was extolling his virtues to a couple of young women.

Nancy interrupted, introduced herself, and said,   “You’ve been a bad boy with my friend, Jane.”

       “I don’t know anyone named Jane.”

       “The girl you laid yesterday.” With this, the two women slid off their stools and disappeared.

       “Now look what you’ve done. Why don’t you mind your own business, Sweetie Pie?”

       Alex said, “Nancy was my date yesterday, and Jane is her friend.”

       “So where is this Jane? I don’t see her complaining.”

       “No one’s complaining. I’m here to punish you,” Nancy said.

       Bruce drew back. “You’re not one of those feminist karate experts, are you?”

       “No, I’m here to propose that you submit to a public spanking on the beach tomorrow.”

       Bruce leaned forward, wide-eyed and curious. “And why would I agree to that?”

       “Two thousand dollars,” said Nancy, handing him a contract she had typed at the motel.

       “And where would a student get two grand?”

       “She’s got money,” Alex interjected. “Don’t you recognize her last name? Her family owns a chain of grocery stores.”

       With that, Bruce read the contract in earnest. It stated he was to receive ten swats on his butt with a standard ping-pong paddle. He would be restrained and wear only a swimsuit. The spanking would take place in front of the beach bar at noon tomorrow. He could stop the spanking at any time but would then owe Nancy two thousand dollars. Bruce handed Alex the contract.

       “What do you think?”

       Alex read it and shrugged his shoulders. He liked the idea of seeing Bruce spanked in public.

       “You need the bucks. So, the only question is whether it would be worth the embarrassment.”

       Bruce smiled and said, “I’m not going to be embarrassed. This will enhance my reputation, letting the friend of a jilted lover gain satisfaction.” He turned to Nancy, “I’ll do it.”

       One of the characteristics women found attractive in Bruce was that he was a risk taker. Therefore, it wasn’t surprising that he signed the contract without further thought. During the remainder of the day, Nancy’s friends spread the word that there would be a public spanking of Bad Boy Bruce at noon tomorrow in front of the beach bar.

Spanked Into Submission

       Bruce arrived at noon sharp to see a sawhorse planted firmly in the sand in front of the bar and about seventy onlookers. Nancy had borrowed the sawhorse from a supply of barricades stored by beach maintenance. Bruce smiled as he allowed Nancy to tie his hands behind him and bowed to the crowd when they laughed, hooted, and then began chanting, “Bad boy, bad boy, bad boy Bruce. Bad boy, bad boy, bad boy Bruce.” With his hands tied behind him, his chest and slim waist were accented, and he looked handsome in a heroic sense. Nancy marched him to the sawhorse and bent him over it so that his feet were planted in the sand, his butt up in the air, and his head twelve inches above the sand. Bruce lost some of his swagger as Nancy tied his waist to the sawhorse, completely immobilizing him. Now he was a bad boy completely at the mercy of an offended female. Nancy pulled his canvas swimsuit out at the waist and discovered another swimsuit underneath. This was a bikini style nylon Speedo that Bruce figured would give some added protection.

       Nancy pulled the heavier swimsuit down and off saying, “The contract says you are to wear only a swimsuit and a means one.” When he protested, she held the contract in front of his face. There was laughter from the crowd and a loud comment.

       “Now we are getting down to the bare essentials.”

       Bruce now felt exposed and was helpless to do anything about it. You rarely saw this style swimsuit except in competitive swimming anymore. Laughter from the crowd did not fit with his idea of an enhanced reputation as Bad Bruce.

       Nancy then held up a ping-pong paddle and asked the crowd, “Who would like to take the first swat?” An ex-girl friend immediately stepped forward, and Bruce protested that Nancy was supposed to do the spanking. Nancy again held the contract in his face and pointed out the contract didn’t specify who would do the spanking. Bruce was silent and began to sweat. Rather than a bad boy, he was feeling more like a stupid boy. The young woman examined the paddle, turned it to the side with a rough surface, and held it under Bruce’s face.

“Tell me my name, and I’ll go easy on you.”

He couldn’t, made three guesses, and the woman got angrier at each attempt. She then tussled his hair, went back to his raised butt, and snapped the swimsuit.

       “Are you ready?”

       His response was to make another wrong guess. The woman then leapt straight up into the air and came down smashing the paddle across his butt with her full body weight adding to the follow-through. Bruce screamed in pain as the crowd roared its astonished approval. Sharp pain seared through his body, and Bruce tried to compose himself and hide his facial expression of agony. The crowd turned its focus of attention from the woman’s performance to Bruce’s public display of suffering. Many in the crowd gave a sympathetic, “Ooooou” and Bruce turned red with embarrassment. The woman came forward and pulled his head up by the hair so that he was looking straight out and admonished him.

       “You could at least have enough respect to know the names of your conquests.”   Bruce was silently shaking the tears from his eyes, and Nancy came forward, saying Bad Boy was going to learn even more respect than that. Onlookers, including many locals in street clothes, moved in to inspect Bruce’s scarlet butt and frayed Speedo. They began betting on how many swats he would be able to take. Bruce looked back to see himself being inspected and discussed. He was to be humiliated by angry women in front of friends and strangers alike. As he was dealing with these thoughts and feelings, he heard more bad news.

       Nancy announced to the crowd, “The next swat will be administered at 12:30 p.m. and every half-hour thereafter.”

       Bruce said, “You can’t do this to me. I agreed to be spanked ten times, meaning all at once.”

       Nancy held out the contract again, saying, “Where does it say ten swats in a row?”

       Bruce went into a rage, squirming against his bonds, trying to stand, trying to move the sawhorse, all to no avail. He stopped when he became aware of people staring at his enraged helplessness. “Alex, where are you?” Alex was standing behind him, not wanting to get involved.

       “Alex, do something,” he said in a pleading tone.

       “I can untie you, but then you would owe Nancy two grand.”

“The contract is invalid. Anyone would assume the swats would be all at once.”

       “She tricked you. Out-smarted you.”

Bruce could only shake the sweat from his face, causing more black hair locks to fall down his sweaty forehead. Finally, the half-hour was up, and people drifted back from swimming or drinking.

A muscular woman stepped up, volunteering to take the next swat. She said she didn’t know Bruce, but she worked with abused women and would be happy to contribute to Bruce’s re-education. Nancy motioned ‘go ahead’ with a flick of her hand, and the woman pulled Bruce’s chin up and asked, “Well, Bad Boy, are you ready for another reminder of what happens when you mistreat women?”

       Bruce closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, determined to minimize the public display of his suffering. This was wishful thinking, however. His butt was still red from the first blow and starting to burn from the sun. He had a dark complexion and a good tan from all of his outdoor activities but not on his butt. His butt was also damp with sweat and his Speedo, frayed and thin. The swat came and was every bit as hard as the first. It stung so bad he screamed out in agony, ending in a low moan and tears. The crowd cheered and jeered. Seeing a woman punishing a man in public and seeing him suffer resulted in their astonished, voyeuristic amusement. They eventually drifted away, except for some young women who were waiting on the sidelines. They decided to explore his body, reaching under to squeeze his large, wet nipples and balls. Telling them to go away only made them laugh, and he tried to protest to Nancy, but she was at the bar with Alex and others discussing how to permanently correct Bruce’s attitude and behavior.

       After the third swat by another vengeful female, Bruce began to wonder how much more he could take. He was now unabashedly moaning long after the swat, and the onlookers were mumbling things like, “He’ll never make it; he’s not even half-way there.” It was 1 p.m., the sun was beating down relentlessly; he was sweating profusely, and his butt felt like it was on fire. The last blow stung so bad he was glad to wait a half-hour before enduring another one. He was loath to admit publicly that he couldn’t take it and, of course, couldn’t pay off his bet with Nancy. Bruce lasted for two more swats (2 p.m.) and, after the fifth swat, began sobbing uncontrollably.

       “Let me go. I can’t take anymore.”

       There was laughing, clapping, and jeering. The woman had just had the man beaten into slobbering submission.

 Bad Boy Stripped

       Bruce tried to pull himself together as he, again, became aware of the crowd and told Nancy, “You tricked me,” as she unfastened his waist from the sawhorse and pulled him to his feet.

“You mistreated my friend, Jane, and now you are going to pay for it.”

“Untie my hands.”

       “As soon as you pay up.”

       “I don’t have it. I’ll have to owe you the money.”

       “The contract calls for immediate payment,” Nancy said and, looking at the crowd, called out, “Tomorrow, at noon, there will be an auction at Bad Boy’s apartment.” She gave the address she had gotten from Alex. Nancy hadn’t expected Bruce to pay and would have been disappointed if he did. She looked forward to stripping him of his possessions as well as his self-respect.

       Nancy marched Bruce to his motor scooter and made him give her the combination to his saddlebags. She retrieved his keys, wallet, and shoes. They then drove in her car to an ATM. With his password, she emptied his account of two hundred dollars.

       “See, now you only owe me eighteen hundred dollars.”

       Bruce felt helpless and vulnerable, standing outside a convenience store in a tattered Speedo, his hands tied behind his back, and following orders from a confident, well-endowed woman who was obviously in complete control. He could only plead, “I’m sorry I hurt Jane’s feelings. Please let me make it up to her.”

       “That’s exactly what I have planned,” Nancy said as they drove to his apartment. When they entered his apartment, Nancy had Bruce kneel while she slowly removed her white blouse and her shorts and then let down her long, wavy brown hair. She towered over him and said, “Eat me, Bad Boy.”

       Bruce was turned on and glad to comply, although he felt strange doing so on his knees with his hands tied behind him. Nancy held his head as she thrust her juices into his face and commanded him to lick and suck. This was the first time Bruce was with a woman and not in control of the situation. His erection grew, and he had never felt so excited and frustrated. Nancy then had him stand while she played with his nipples, cock and balls without removing the tattered Speedo. She fed him a light dinner while he pleaded for release. They then slept together with Bruce’s feet tied to the footboard so that he had to sleep on his back. Nancy pulled the front of the Speedo down, leaving his cock protruding helplessly in the air.

       In the morning, Nancy labeled everything in the apartment with a minimum bid amount. She had no interest in making money. She just wanted to sell everything with Bruce still owing her money. Thus the stereo, surfboard, wet suit, speakers, couch, dresser, were set at ten to twenty dollars, the scooter at one hundred dollars, etcetera. People arrived; and, when the bidding began, Bruce pleaded with them to raise bids, telling they how much each item cost. This fell on deaf ears as bidders either wanted a great bargain or, more likely, couldn’t afford what the item was actually worth. After four hours, the apartment was empty. Nancy counted the money and informed Bruce he still owed her eight hundred dollars. Bruce was stunned and felt weak, defeated, and like his mind was in a fog. He now owned nothing and had no idea of, or control over, what came next. He heard her say the eight hundred dollar debt will be turned over to Jane, and she will be his new owner.

 Jane Takes Ownership

Nancy took him to a Sonic Drive-in and hand fed him and then drove to the motel. She showered him and removed his tattered Speedo. She then shaved his body, leaving only a small arc of black hair over the base of his cock and patted a splash of perfume onto his hairless balls. She massaged him with her fast tan lotion, giving his body a glistening appearance. She then looped his belt around his neck and tied it to the rod in the open living room closet. Finally, she tied his legs spread four feet apart. She stepped back and smiled, “You look like a bronze, Greek statue.”                              

“I’m glad you are pleased,” he said, and he meant it.

The other three women returned at 6:30 p.m. to change into evening clothes. The two women had kept Jane in another section of the beach, and she was unaware of the events of the day. They held back and let Jane enter first. She gave a shriek. “Is that you, Bruce? I can’t believe this.”

“Believe it,” Nancy said. “He lost a bet, and now he belongs to you.”

Jane looked at Bruce, “You agreed to this?”

“I’m accepting it. I’m sorry I took advantage of you. Nancy has arranged for me to make it up to you.”

Jane squeezed his nipples, ran her fingers all over his body, and played with his balls, being careful not to touch his cock as it seemed about to explode. She gave him a passionate kiss, saying, “What a beautiful body and all mine. I can’t believe it.”

Nancy wondered whether Jane’s infatuation would undermine her plans for him. Just then, Bruce said, “Jane, could I ask you a favor? I’ve had a hard-on for two days and…”

       “I don’t see how getting sexual gratification will further your goal of making up for treating me like an unpaid whore. On the contrary, seeing you frustrated and horny makes me feel better already.”

       “Go, girl!” yelled all three women in unison. If they had any doubts, it was now apparent that Jane had what it took to carry out Bruce’s retraining. Bruce looked sullen, and Nancy could see that he had wanted to manipulate Jane, and that his compliance was either fake or, at least, incomplete.

       Jane unfastened his neck from the closet rod and told him to get on his knees. She then lifted his chin and asked, “Why do you have to have sex with multiple women. You sure enjoyed your night with me, but then you wanted to move on.”

       “Ah, I don’t know.”

       She smacked his face hard, leaving an imprint of her hand.

       Bruce began to sweat. “I guess I’m just the kind of guy who needs variety.”

       Nancy interjected, “We’re about to change out of our swimsuits, and I know, for a fact, that Bruce likes to eat pussy. Let’s give him some variety, if that’s okay with Jane.

       Jane said, “It sure is, and I get to go first,” dragging Bruce by his ear and on his knees to the bedroom.

       The women had drinks while they took turns with long, drawn-out encounters, sitting on the edge of the bed, with Bruce on his knees, and sitting on Bruce’s face while squeezing his nipples and balls. After two hours, Sally, who went last, called out, “He’s not cooperating.” All went into the bedroom to learn Sally wanted Bruce to lick out her rectum.

       Nancy said, “I’m glad she didn’t go first,” and they all laughed.

       Jane grabbed Bruce’s hair. “How dare you refuse?”

       “I can’t. I won’t.”

       Without a word, Nancy retrieved her paddle and handed it to Jane. Jane shoved it in Bruce’s face and said, “This is your last chance. Do whatever Sally asks.”

       “Please, not that. I’ll do anything else.”

       Nancy pulled Bruce over the edge of the bed; and, with his knees on the floor and his butt in the air, she sat on his head. His butt still had blisters from two days ago. She asked if he was ready, and he whimpered, “Please don’t do this to me, Jane.”

       “From now on, make that Miss Jane,” And with that, she administered twenty harsh blows that had Bruce screaming in pain. She stopped and asked if he had changed his mind. When he was slow to respond and began to stammer, she let loose with another twenty.

       He gasped, “Stop, stop, I’ll do it.”

       She slowed the pace of the blows, asking, “Are you sure? Will you do anything? Will you try to enjoy it? Will you pretend to like it?”

       Bruce kept shouting, “Yes! Yes!” His body was racked with pain; his butt was bleeding, and he was crying like a baby. This was to be a watershed moment in which Bruce took a beating he would not forget and caved in to behavior for which he would not forgive himself. He had just agreed to become an ass-licker.

       Jane got a washcloth, wiped away his tears, and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. “I’m disappointed in your lack of obedience, but I guess bad boys will be bad boys and will often need punishment.”

       Bruce trembled and said, “I won’t need more punishment, Miss Jane.”

       Sally got down on her elbows and knees, raising her butt in the air.

       “Over here, Bad Boy.” Bruce hobbled over on his knees with an expression of horror on his face. He made two attempts to adjust the distance between him and her butt and finally lost his balance burying his face in her ass. He licked around the orifice and turned his head in utter revulsion.

Sally looked back at him and said, “Get that tongue in there, you bad boy ass-licker.” Jane backhanded his face, turning it back into his task.

He stuck his tongue into her rectum and withdrew it immediately, violently shaking

 his head. When he looked back, Jane was striking the paddle against her other hand. Bruce turned back, forcing his tongue in, trying to picture himself surfing, trying to not taste anything. Sally brought him back to reality with, “Wiggle your tongue, stupid. Use a little spit, and go deeper, Bad Boy.”

Bruce finally succeeded in stimulating Sally into three orgasms, and she was satisfied.

       Jane pulled Bruce back to the closet by the belt around his neck and strung him up to the clothes rod. He had achieved a new level of feeling worthless. “I need to rinse out my mouth,” he managed to say. 

       “I would have let you if you had immediately complied with Sally’s request. Now you will have to let the taste remind you of the importance of unquestioning obedience.”

       So Bruce, the ass-licker, had to stand in the closet, head, hands, and feet immobilized, smelling and tasting his humiliating experience while trying not to swallow. The women showered, changed, and were off to the Padre Island clubs. Nancy had located a sex shop, and they stopped there on the way. She advised Jane on items she might want to buy. The first was a cock cage. It would lock, could be worn permanently, and was large enough to allow for some engorgement but would not allow ejaculation. Thus, Jane would hold the key to Bruce’s sexual pleasure. They also bought a whip, handcuffs, nipple clamps, and two stretch bars. One had wrist cuffs on each end and a neck strap in the middle. The other attached at the ankles to stretch the feet apart. They also found a string bikini that would display Bruce’s blistered butt on the beach. Finally, they bought some K9 jelly and the largest dildo in the store.

       They partied until 2 a.m. and returned to the motel to find Bruce asleep on his feet, leaning against the wall. His cock was less engorged now. Jane was afraid she would have to masturbate him to get his cock into the cage as he had a hard on most of the time. She didn’t want him to have any relief, and now they quietly got the device ready. They quickly slipped the cage over his cock, slipped the ring through the cage, and locked it around his balls and the base of his cock. He started to wake halfway through the procedure, and his cock expanded too late. It was trapped in the cage as they were locking the ring. He looked down at it in a pathetic, hopeless manner but had nothing to say.

The women decided to let Jane sleep on the living room sofa bed with Bruce, and the three would sleep on the bedroom king size bed. They also agreed that Bruce’s hands could be untied; it was unlikely he would take off wearing only a cock cage. Since Nancy always carried a door alarm when she traveled, she attached it to the door, just in case.

Bruce was grateful to be able to shower, rinse out his mouth, and use the toilet. He fell asleep in Jane’s arms soon after hitting the bed. Jane woke up at 4 a.m. and began caressing and gently squeezing Bruce’s nipples and balls while telling him what a beautiful body he had. She let him touch her and guided his hands, showing him where to touch and how much pressure to use. She then had him face the foot of the bed and had him suck her juices while she played with his balls. Nancy woke early and called the others to see the couple asleep with Bruce’s head buried in Jane’s pussy.

Humiliating Exposure

There were two days of spring break left, and all were anxious to hit the beach. Jane asked Bruce if he wanted to go, and he said yes, but he didn’t have a swimsuit. Nancy brought out the string bikini they bought in the sex shop. It consisted of a just enough stretch nylon material to cover Bruce’s cock and balls, a string rising up the back (along the crack in the ass) which attached to a thin elastic waist band. Bruce didn’t want to put it on but was afraid to object. As he considered whether to object, he realized just how absolutely powerless he was. He felt like a child afraid of being punished. This feeling was reinforced by a constant burning sensation radiating from his butt as he stretched the nylon over his caged cock and his balls. He was horrified to realize the outline of the metal rings was clearly visible under the bikini. Worse, his blistered butt was completely exposed.

       On of the women said, “You don’t think he’ll be arrested for indecent exposure, do you?” Sally responded that her boyfriend - the one that likes to lick her ass - wears one and says it’s okay as long as the genitals are completely covered.

       “So, he didn’t get into trouble?”

       “Well, they actually determined it was legal when his lawyer came to the jail and got the district attorney involved.”

       Nancy said, “I can get him a lawyer if necessary.”

       They immediately went to the beach bar where Bruce often met his conquests and where he met his waterloo. Bruce never felt so humiliated. Everyone did a double take at his near nakedness and then would notice the blisters on his ass cheeks. They would also notice he was standing, drinking a glass of milk with four women on bar stools drinking beer. Word quickly spread that the guy who had been spanked into submission was now back at the bar. Before long, friends and strangers were coming up to him and asking how he was doing, commenting on his blistered butt, and asking who his four female friends were. They were told Bruce was learning it was more important to please women than to constantly seek self-gratification. One female onlooker flicked her finger against Bruce’s metallic cock saying, “Looks like no more self-gratification for bad boy.”

       When the laughter died, Sally said, “He was even willing to lick out my ass without expecting anything in return.”

       Bruce turned deeper and deeper shades of red and looked at the ground. When some engaged him in conversation, he was forced to look up and deal with his situation. “How much punishment was he getting?” “Did he want to change?” Some were sadistic and told him how much they were enjoying his stereo, motor scooter, etcetera.

When Jane heard a friend call him Bruce, she stepped forward and said, “His name is Bad Boy, and he belongs to me.” This brought on more questions, and Bruce admitted he was falling for Jane and wanted to please her.

       After an hour, they went into the water, and Jane paraded Bruce up and down the beach, holding a thick rope tied loosely around his neck. Anyone who knew the old Bad Bruce could now see the new Bad Boy being reeducated. Ex-conquests stopped them and asked, “Is that you, Bruce?” Jane would then describe his new status while they examined and touched him and laughed at him. Bruce stood silently, looking at the ground. He was completely demoralized and knew his old life was gone forever.

       That night, Jane asked Bruce if he’d like to go out with them, and he said yes but he had no clothes. This problem was solved with Nancy’s halter top and short shorts. The two guys went to a sports bar, leaving the six girls and Bruce to bar hop. There was much taunting and touching Bruce’s exposed skin that he had been made to keep shaved smooth.

They ran into Alex, who then joined them. Alex had a friend, Joe, who played guitar and sang in a popular bar. Joe had a talent for picking out individuals in the audience and spontaneously making up a song about them. Alex said Joe knew what had happened to Bruce and had a head start on composing a song for Bruce. They planned to hit that bar at prime time.

       Jane and her friends took Bruce to a few bars, and he brought his hair down over his face and avoided being noticed. They allowed him to get away with this and enjoyed his anxiety, especially when guys would come up to put the make on one of the women. They allowed him one beer per bar and, toward midnight, went into the bar where Joe was singing. The place was packed and, since Jane brushed Bruce’s hair back, he was immediately recognized.

       “Hey, there’s Bruce in short shorts and a halter top.”

       Jane said, “His name is Bad Boy.”

       When Joe heard this, he said, “I’m calling this, “The Ballad of Bad Bruce” and broke out with:

Bruce was the man who would slam bam, thank you ma’am.

Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce.

And he knew he was cool, with a hungry tool

Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce (motioning for audience participation)

Then he met cute Jane, but couldn’t say her name

Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce (from the crowd)

She was a really great catch, but was his very last snatch

Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce (louder from the crowd)

You see he made her cry, and her friends asked why

Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce

Now his ass is bruised, and his tool ain’t used

(Laughter) Bad Bruce, bad, bad Bruce

(Joe corrects) Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

Now he’s just a boy, who has lost his toy

Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

He had to face the crowd, and hear them laugh out loud

Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

He had to take the pain; he had to feel the shame

Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

Her friends took him away, and said he had to pay

Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

They say he’s not the same; they say he’s now quite tame

Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce

As Joe strummed the final chord, a woman in the crowd yelled, “The guy was on the loose, but now they’ve cooked his goose.” The crowd roared in laughter, “Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce.”

       Another woman: “His cock was all the rage, but now it’s in a cage.” (All) “Poor, poor, bad boy Bruce.”

       This continued until the lines got ridiculous and participation deteriorated into gales of drunken laughter.

        Jane took off the Bruce’s halter-top during the performance and had him stand in front of the crowd wearing only the red short shorts, which matched the color of his face. Jane thanked Joe and said she thought his ballad should be recorded. It turned out someone had recorded the whole spontaneous performance. It was sure to be a hit, at least in south Texas.

As friends and strangers of both sexes came up to talk to Bruce, Jane returned to their table to drink with her friends. The song was requested twice more that night, and Jane had Bruce sit in a chair in the front of the small stage looking at his feet.

       Back at the motel, a very humbled Bruce made the rounds on his knees, eating the pussy of four women and ending with stimulating Sally by licking her ass. He and Jane showered together, she helped him shave, and they went to bed. Jane played with his caged cock and commented that she really liked being with him after extreme humiliation and degradation.

       “You’re so limber and pliable, not just your cock, but all over. When we first went out, you were so macho and controlled. Now you have nice muscles (squeezing his biceps), but your superiority is gone (pushing him onto his back, holding his hands astride his head and kissing him all over his face, neck, and chest).”

       Bruce was so turned on; he moaned in agony and automatically began thrusting his pelvis into the air, bobbing Jane up and down on his stomach. This movement embarrassed him. He had wanted to ask her to unlock the cage but thought better of it, remembering her threat to add thirty days if he even mentioned that.

       Noticing his indecisiveness, she said, “I also like the expression on your face. When I first noticed you on the beach, you had a sophisticated, ‘knowing’ smile, like ‘we’ll get to know each other, if you’re lucky’. That was okay, something of a challenge, like I couldn’t take you for granted. Now you’re smile is ingratiating and somewhat uncertain, even innocent and vulnerable. Speaking of expressions, I can tell you are ready to suck my juices some more,” as she moved up over his face.

       Bruce suppressed his need for release and buried himself in his work, only coming up for air. After a solid day and night of being publicly displayed before his friends in the most humiliating manner imaginable, Bruce understood that he deserved nothing more than serving and servicing others. He was a bad boy who was being punished and the only important thing now was that he loved Jane and needed to please her.

A Painful Move

“I’ll never be able to face my friends on the beach or in Corpus again. I’ll never live this down; I’ll be the laughing stock of town.”

       “I have the perfect solution. You can live with the ten of us girls in a large house just off campus.”

       “Ten of you?”

       “You could sleep in my room, but you would have the opportunity to develop your growing respect for women by taking orders from all of us.”

       “All of you?”

       “Well, you’re still making up for the way you treated me. You’re still not ready to lose that cage (flicking his tortured member with her thumb and finger).”

       “I guess you’re right. I just want to make it up to you, to please you, and get my cock back. I mean get your permission to touch it, you know?”

       Sensing his confusion about what he has a right to expect, “You’ll have to earn it, and you’re a bad boy. Think you can do it?”

       Before he could answer, she began gently pinching his nipples, fondling his balls, and caressing his smooth, swarthy body telling him how beautiful and soft and pliable he was. The first time she applied the word pliable, he wasn’t sure he liked it. Now it sounded right. Everything she says sounds right, especially now as he drifts off to sleep, his face buried between her legs.

       At 3 a.m., Bruce woke with a start. He was shaking and perspiring profusely. He was awakened by ten large, angry women who were yelling and pointing at him, and he was cowering, naked in the corner, utterly terrified. They all had ping-pong paddles, and somehow he knew they all wanted him to lick their asses. Even when he finally realized it was a dream, he couldn’t stop shaking. He lifted the covers slightly and slid out; thankful he hadn’t awakened Jane. He crept to the bathroom and dried off the sweat as his mind filled with the thought of becoming a sex slave in a houseful of ten demanding women, and in a city where he didn’t know anyone.

       Wrapping the towel around his waist, he crept back to the living room. He turned the doorknob carefully and slowly pulled…. RAA’jo, RAA’jo, RAA’jo, RAA’jo the alarm shrieked. Nancy had automatically set the alarm every night out of habit, and no one noticed. Bruce stood frozen with his hand still on the knob of the open door.

“Going somewhere, Bad Boy?” Jane asked as she ripped off his towel.

“Oh, no, I mean, not really…”

Just then, the two women from the next room knocked on the partially open door. They heard about Bad Boy and were interested in knowing what was going on. Two more couples came and a lively 3 a.m. discussion followed. The two men felt Bruce had been through enough and had learned his lesson. The eight women disagreed, saying that men don’t relinquish power easily and only complete training and re-education would insure that Bad Boy remained on the straight and narrow.

“Only a man would think he had learned this lesson.” The two men decided that they were really getting sleepy and retreated to bed.

       Bruce stood quietly, feeling dismayed when his two defenders so easily abandoned his cause. Now that the women decided he should move in with Jane and her roommates, the discussion turned to keeping him ‘safe’ while they enjoyed their last day at the beach. Tie him up, guard him, and take him back to the beach…  Sally came up with a solution that only her sadistic mind would come up with, and added, “And it will also help with his initial adjustment when we get to San Marcos.”

       Bruce was very apprehensive, especially when he heard them agreeing with something Sally was saying in a persuasive tone. Jane fastened the stretch bar to Bruce’s wrists and neck, extending it to the max, while Nancy laid a beach towel across the bed. They laid him on his back and pulled him up toward the headboard so that his feet were just hanging over the foot of the bed. Jane then fastened the ankle stretch bar so Bruce’s feet were twelve inches apart and tied the bar to the bed frame. Bruce began sweating when he realized how immobilized he’d become and tried to sit up. Jane hopped on to the bed, straddled his stomach, and stuffed her panties in his mouth. He knew he was in for some painful punishment and could only look pleadingly into Jane’s eyes.

       Nancy removed a flicker whip from her sex toy purchases and handed it to Sally. This was a three-foot long crop with a thin, braided tassel at the end. It was marketed as causing a sharp, vicious stinging sensation. And in Sally’s hands, this was more than true. She flogged the bottoms of his feet about ten times before Nancy grabbed the whip to give the others a chance. Bruce screamed so loudly through the panties, Jane had to grab a pillow and muffle the sound. He poured sweat and his face twisted in pain and anguish.

Jane pushed the wet hair out of his face and wiped it with a washcloth saying, “You are such a bad boy.” Bruce continued to lurch his upper body under Jane and scream with each stroke. Every woman took her turn, and Bruce’s feet puffed up with bright red welts and cuts. Bruce’s screams deteriorated into wailing, bawling, and sobbing like a baby and continued for five minutes after the whipping stopped. Jane released his ankles and wrists and, as he crawled off the bed, had him pull the soaking wet towel with him. He gasped in pain and moaned mournfully on his knees in front of the self-righteous women. He could feel their superiority and remembered Jane telling him last night how he has nice muscles but has lost his superiority. He’d never realized how superior women actually were. Well, now he can experience the feeling fully as he will on his knees looking up at them full-time for the immediate future.

       Later that morning, the women locked their clothes in suitcases, put towels in the outside hamper, and went off to enjoy their last day on the beach. Bruce was free to leave but would have to do so on his knees wearing only a cock cage. He had to eat and sleep on the floor; and, when they returned that night, Bruce was expected to bring all the women to orgasm in spite of the intense pain still in his feet. This was a new level of submissiveness since Bruce had to suppress normal feelings of hurt and anger while pleasuring them. There was no need to order him to his knees since he couldn’t put any weight on his feet. He engaged in further debasement by pleading with Jane that he loved her and really hadn’t wanted to run off. Jane would merely fondle him and run her fingers through his hair and say, “Such a beautiful bad boy.”

       In the morning, Nancy gave Bruce her short shorts, and he walked to the car on his knees. He was pulled into the middle of the back seat with Jane and Nancy on either side. They removed the shorts and tormented him all the way to San Marcos. They arrived after dark, and Bruce had to walk on his knees into the house and up to Jane’s second floor bedroom. He met the six other roommates who hadn’t gone to Padre Island. All but one immediately agreed it was a great idea to have a male sex slave in residence. Sally’s partner, Leddy, didn’t like the idea of sharing Sally with anyone, particularly since Sally was bi-sexual, and you never knew what she might do next. The group cleaned, salved and bandaged Bruce’s feet and agreed that they should take good care of Jane’s property.

Training Begins

In two weeks, Bruce was back on his feet and given a work schedule. He was to have coffee made by 6 a.m., prepare breakfast according to individual preferences, clean the kitchen, make beds, clean, vacuum, do laundry, be available to make lunch if anyone came home and ordered it, and make dinner according to a schedule made out a week in advance. He had a lunch break from noon to twelve thirty unless he was called upon to make someone lunch and was free (or at Jane’s disposal) after cleaning up from dinner. Bruce was subject to punishment by anyone who caught him not working. Since their class schedules varied, the women might drop in at any time. It was a challenge for some of them to sneak in and catch Bruce sitting or reading the paper. When caught, Bruce would retrieve the flicker whip from Jane’s room, hand it to his tormentor, and stand with his arms straight up. The woman would then administer as many stings as she pleased on any part of his body she chose. Most were satisfied to lay a few bruises on his butt and back. Leddy, however, had him spread his legs and would flick the tassel up under his balls. Bruce would jump up two feet, screaming in pain, and someone would have to grab the whip away from Leddy. Jane told him she would remove his cage for twenty minutes if he had no punishments in a thirty-day period.

       Bruce found himself completely focused on pleasing everyone, working hard, and avoiding punishment. He learned everyone’s favorite dish, beer, mixed drink, and sexual preference, striving to anticipate their every need. He was rewarded with compliments and caresses (a mixed blessing due to the cock cage); and, although he slept with Jane, Bruce was considered community property. One woman would bring home a special scent of body oil, and two of them would massage it in while commenting on his body. They painted his nails bronze to match his skin tone, combed out his full-bodied black hair, and generally fuss over him. Thus, Bruce felt a strong emotional duality of pleasure and pain. The pain he often had to experience was real, but the pleasure was largely non-sexual. His cock could only start to become engorged within the confines of the cage, and so his only experience of pleasure was of being called a ‘good boy’ and of the narcissistic feeling of being proud of his body. Also, it was obvious to all that his cock was constantly trying to escape its confines and be ‘Bad’ again. Bruce accepted his lot as one who must serve and service women who were smart, strong, and superior.

       There was one situation in which Bruce couldn’t avoid punishment. When they arrived at the off-campus house, Bruce was confronted by Sally’s partner, Leddy. Since she had to stay and work during spring break, Leddy was angry and jealous of Sally exercising her freedom. She was furious that Sally had any involvement with Bruce. Bruce realized that Leddy was a lesbian whereas Sally would take sex anyway she could get it. Leddy resented it when Bruce ate Sally’s pussy and licked her ass to orgasm. So, when it was her turn, Leddy concentrated on inflicting as much pain on Bruce as possible. She sat on his face and whipped his cock, balls, and inner thighs until he screamed out in pain. When the women told Leddy they had decided they would not permanently mark Bruce’s body, she devised other techniques. In one, she tied a rope around his neck and to the ceiling light fixture with his arms and legs extended with stretchers to the max. She then proceeded to pound the muscles in his arms, thighs, butt and legs with a rubber baton until he was black and blue. This caused a deep-seated throbbing pain that lasted for several days plus a stiffness whereby every movement was difficult and extremely painful. Jane and Nancy had to intervene to limit Leddy’s angry lashing out, and Sally sought to reassure Leddy that their relationship hadn’t changed.

       The baton was a good idea, however, and the women used it as a mainstay. When Bruce ‘was bad’ he would get the baton, hand it to the offended woman, and stand with his hands raised straight up. He would then force himself to say thank you after each blow, and Jane would usually be there caressing and fondling him and telling him what a bad boy he was. When he couldn’t take anymore, he would go down on his knees, acknowledge that he deserved, even needed, the punishment, and ask for forgiveness. More congruent feelings of anger and resentment had to be suppressed; but, after a time, Bruce began to feel he was disobedient and needed to change from being a bad boy to being a good boy. By this time, Bruce worshiped Jane and his life goal was to please her.

       A favorite pastime of the women was to find some fault with the way Bruce prepared dinner and have him stand holding two quart bowls filled with water in each hand, palm up while they were eating dinner. Bruce struggled mightily with muscles throbbing and arms trembling, while the women yelled at him to keep his arms up, called him a sissy and a weakling. Eventually, his arms would give, his knees would buckle, and he would slowly wobble down to the floor. He was told to keep the bowls in his hands, and so he ended up on his knees with his hands extended and pinned to the floor by the bowls. He was called names and told to get up.

       “You’ve had enough rest, Sissy Boy.” Bruce then must struggle to his feet without spilling the water.

       “What are you doing? Keep your arms straight!”

       “You can do better than that!”

       “What are those muscles for, looks?”

       “I’m trying, I can’t, please…”

       “You wimp!”

       Jane would wipe his brow and say, “You poor weakling. But at least you tried hard.” She would then strap on a large dildo, have him lean forward on the kitchen table and ass fuck him while asking, “Which is the weaker sex? How does it feel to be a wimp getting fucked by a woman?” Each question would be followed by a thrust with Bruce trying to give the correct answer. Each answer was thus reinforced by Jane’s domination.

       All the women, except Leddy, developed a feeling of pride in training Bruce to be a good boy. They were also turned on by his passivity and good looks. They would bring home different massage oils and colognes and fuss over his body. His thick, wavy, black hair was naturally oily, and Jane had him wash it daily with a conditioner to keep it soft and loose so she could fluff it out and bring curls down his forehead. Jane kept the crescent hair around his genitals neatly trimmed.

       Nancy bought a Bodycraft Exercise Station for the back patio, and Bruce was instructed to workout at least one hour per day. They took pictures of him sweating profusely. One picture was so erotic, they had it enlarged and framed for the living room. Leddy was so turned on by this, she began taking pictures of him tied up and struggling. Her best photo was of him bent forward, standing on his toes, dripping with sweat and hanging by his wrists, which were tied behind him, and strung up tightly to the ceiling. Leddy was in the picture, tilting his chin up to show a pleading expression on his handsome face. Jane had to admit, it was a pornographic work of art - a beautiful, naked man, struggling to endure the painful domination of a sadistic woman. Leddy had Sally take shots at different angles, some showing the caged cock and some concealing it behind an extended leg. Leddy had Bruce sign a release and submitted the photo to several publications.

       As Bruce fell into a routine, punishments decreased and contact evolved into rough sex play with the women in complete control, and Bruce acknowledging their superiority. He cleaned each room once a week, washing the bedding and towels and cleaned all sinks, bathtubs, and toilets daily.

       The women decided to throw a holiday party the first week of December, and they particularly wanted to show off their slave. They prepared to present him to fellow students as an aboriginal sex slave called Mongu. They had his ear lobes, nose, and nipples pierced in advance and, by December, had six-ounce teardrop weights to attach to the small rings. They also obtained a small gold ring for his nose. For this wider group, Bruce wore a thin leather, nine-inch square loincloth tied with a single leather strip around his waist. Jane released his cock and stretched it straight up his abdomen also tying it tight around his waist.

       His cock became immediately engorged when the cage was removed, and he felt extremely vulnerable with the underside of his cock facing outward and his balls lifted up under the thin loincloth. Jane said she really dug his facial expression.

       “You look so cautious and fragile, fearful, innocent, and much younger.” She took Bruce to a mirror, and he could see that he had lost any semblance of masculine self-confidence. He looked like an insecure youngster who felt weak, unsure, and insecure. When he first met Jane, he saw her as petite and fragile; and, now, the tables were turned. She has gained self-assurance and is enjoying his helplessness and plummeting self-esteem.

       Party guests were told Mogu understood many words but couldn’t speak English. He was the focus of attention and entertainment. The women, mostly, thought it was fantastic that Jane owned a male sex slave and were soon touching him, playing with his nipple rings, and laughing at his frustration as they ran their fingernails up the underside of his stretched cock. Bruce made drinks, served hors d’oeuvres, and was at everyone’s beck- and-call. The men were not happy to see their dates fussing over Bruce, but he had a smile and youthful innocence that disarmed them. A couple of the guys were making moves on Jane, and Bruce had to grin and bear it. Jane was getting a lot of respect for having a slave. It made her seem more sophisticated and worldly.

       On one occasion, after a lot of drinking, one guest, Rod, was talking to Jane and began running his hand under her belt, squeezing her butt. Bruce immediately became jealous and came between them, offering drinks, and forcing Rod’s hand out. Jane took the nipple weights in each hand and twisted them inward. As Bruce’s face contorted in pain, she pulled downward, letting go as Bruce crashed to his knees, still holding a drink in each hand. She tousled his hair and told Rod, “Mongu can get jealous at times.” The party was a huge success. Rod said he’d like to see Jane again, and she began thinking of dating and dealing with Bruce’s jealousy. Since Bruce belonged to her, there was no reason why she shouldn’t date others and keep him as a special lover.

       During Christmas vacation, everyone went home except Sally and Leddy who chose to spend the holidays together. They agreed to take charge of Bruce, and so he spent two weeks servicing Sally’s need for unusual sex and Leddy’s sadism. For example, he learned to eat Sally’s pussy while she was squeezing his balls and Leddy was twisting a vibrating dildo in his rectum. Since Jane took the key with her, Bruce was caged for the duration and had no physical or emotional gratification. By the time she returned, Bruce was longing for her comfort and anxious to serve her again.

 Jealousy Suppression

Jane knew Bruce was hers forever; and, in three years, she would graduate, buy him some clothes, and take him back out into the world, wherever her career took her. She loved his body and his submissive obedience and wondered if he would continue to satisfy her, and if not, wondered if another man would be tolerant of her having a sex slave. She might even find someone who would enjoy it. Well, having a boyfriend this semester would provide an opportunity to train Bruce to swallow his jealousy.

       Rod called her after vacation ended, and she invited him over for drinks. Nancy invited Alex up from Corpus. He had wanted to check out the school and see how Bruce was doing. Sally invited her boyfriend, Speed, making Leddy furious. She said she would stay upstairs in her room. Jane explained Bruce’s training program (and that he was not an aboriginal) to Rod and asked if he would be comfortable dealing with a naked sex slave. Rod laughed and said his great grand parents had a plantation in Alabama. Also, he grew up with servants in the house. Rod was a typical jock; blond, blue-eyed, arrogant, and over-confident. Jane had suspected he was from a wealthy family. He wasn’t really her type but would be perfect for Bruce’s jealousy suppression training. Rod said making Bruce jealous would be a pleasure and treating him as an underling would be easy since he was an underling.

Alex arrived early, and Bruce was embarrassed to have his best friend see him in such a subjugated state. As they shook hands, Alex looked at his cock and exclaimed, “Wow! You are incredibly locked up!” He had only seen the outline of the cage before and couldn’t get over it. “It looks real cramped.”

“I’m getting used to it.”

       “Does Jane ever let it out?”

       “It’s part of my training. Come on, Alex, can’t we talk about something else? I’m in love with Jane, and I am trying to become worthy of her.”

       Sally and her boyfriend, Speed, came in together. He seldom came over because he’s afraid of Leddy, but Sally wanted him to meet Bruce and Alex. Sally didn’t know Rod but took one look and let him know she was available. Speed laughed and, looking up the stairway, said, “Sally likes to live dangerously.” He did a double take, but it was Nancy, not Leddy, coming down. Bruce immediately took drink orders, served hors d’oeuvres, and looked nervous and embarrassed serving in front of Alex. It didn’t help that Rod held out his Martini glass and said, “How ‘bout a couple more olives, boy.”

Bruce remembered Rod from the party and also remembered the pain of having his nipples twisted, so he forced a shy, submissive smile. Rod was hoping for an angry look, and so he dribbled a few drops of the drink on his shoe.

       “This was too full, boy. Wipe off my shoe.” Bruce had a towel over his arm and immediately dropped to his knees, thoroughly wiped both shoes, and ran to get olives. Alex and Speed were whispering and looking at the scene, and Nancy began making social conversation.

       As the evening and drinking progressed, Rod became more aggressive in putting the make on Jane, which she accepted in her quiet, somewhat timid manner. Bruce ignored this until Rod escalated into French kissing her while inserting his hand in her blouse and fondling her breast. Bruce walked over and thrust a drink in Rod’s face, “Would you like another drink, kind Sir?”

       Jane was outwardly furious, and Nancy came over and admonished Bruce for being rude to a guest. She told Bruce to apologize, and he immediately said, “I’m so sorry, kind Sir,” with an insincere lilt in his voice.

Jane said, “You need to make it up to him.”

“Anything you say,” Bruce replied.

“No, it will be anything Rod says. What would you require, Rod?”

Looking at Bruce, “Well, okay, I’ll forgive your impertinence after you give me a blow job.”

       Sally interjected, “Great! Can we watch?”

       Bruce now spoke angrily, “I don’t give blowjobs.”

       Jane said, “You mean you haven’t until now.”

       Alex said, “Wow, this is unbelievable.”

       “I never have and never will.”

       “You have to sublimate your jealous anger into an act of submissive kindness to Rod. When you give him pleasure, he’ll forgive you.”

       “I absolutely won’t do it.”

       Nancy said, “I don’t want a scene down here.”

Sally suggested, “There could be a scene upstairs. Leddy must be feeling pretty mean by now. I bet she could convince Bad Boy to cooperate.”

“Good thinking, Dear,” Speed observed. “Let her get it out of her system.”

       Jane turned toward Bruce, “Okay, you heard the plan. This is your last chance.”

       “I’ll take the pain, Jane. I love you, and I’m not really sorry for what happened. I won’t debase myself for this jerk.”

       She took Rod’s hand and said, “Okay, Bad Boy, go up and tell Leddy what’s happening.”

       So Bruce had to turn from Jane and Rod, who were now kissing, and slowly walked up to get his beating. Leddy was wearing her wicked smile as she told Bruce he was doing the right thing. Only after a great deal of pain should a lover give up the right to be jealous.

       “I’m not giving up that right, period, and I’m not sucking another man’s cock.”   

“That’s big talk, Bad Boy. Now fasten the stretch bar around your neck and hold your arms out.”

       She laid him on his back on the bed and stretched his legs to the max with the other bar. He waited for the whip but, instead, felt her wrapping a cool, damp stretch bandage around his balls. Then it felt warm, and then it started burning like hell. Leddy was now pushing him to upright position, and he was screaming, “Take it off, please, take it off.” She then pulled him off the bed, and he landed on his forehead and knees, his ass in the air. Leddy ignored his screaming and coated a vibrating dildo butt plug with the same camphor/menthol ointment wrapped around his balls and jammed it in his rectum. He screamed, “Take it out!” even louder and now added, “I’ll do anything.”

       “Are you sure it’s time? The longer you wait, the more she’ll know you love her.”

       “Oh God, no, no, take it out, please, I can’t stand it.”

       “It gets even better, Dear,” she soothed, turning on the vibrator.

 As the burning sensation spreads and intensified, Bruce’s screams devolved into mournful whaling, and he began shaking, lurching, retching, and drooling on his hands and knees.

       “So, you’re giving up the right to be jealous?”

       “I don’t know. Yes, yes, just stop the burning.”

       “I thought you’d never suck another man’s cock.”

       “I can do it; I don’t want to, but I will.”

       As Leddy kept talking, Bruce gradually realized the burning sensation was wearing off, leaving a feeling of rawness. He stopped crying, and Leddy released him from the stretch bars, leaving him on his hands and knees. The butt plug had a large red feather sticking out like a tail and curling up over his back. Leddy tied a large red ribbon around his neck.

“Are you ready to go down yet?”

       Bruce gave a nod of misery. He was completely drained and feeling raw and dry. He should have realized that submission had been his only option. Now he had to face the music in a manner more degrading than if he had immediately complied. He also realized that Jane would not be impressed by his suffering before complying. She knew he loved her heart and soul, and that he was hers for the taking. He loved her, and she owned him.

       Downstairs, the party went on with no mention of the somewhat muffled screams coming through the upstairs hallway and bedroom doors. After an hour, they heard doors open and saw what looked like a large, tan dog with a red ribbon and tail. Alex gasped, Sally laughed, and others just stared wide-eyed. As Bruce came to the bottom of the stairs on his hands and knees, you could see evidence of a broken spirit, a dull, forlorn, empty look. He headed straight for Rod and turned scarlet as he passed his friend, Alex, and wished he could become invisible. Alex’s expression had turned from astonishment to pity, and he didn’t want that. Rod was leaning back in an easy chair with his fingers laced behind his head.

       His thoughts were interrupted by, “What do you want?” He stopped crawling and forced out, “I’ve come to give you a blowjob.”

       “You were calling me ‘kind Sir’ before.”

       “Yes Sir.”

       “What exactly is a blow job?”

       “I will suck your cock, Sir.”

       “And swallow it all?”

       (Hesitating) “Ah, y, y, yes Sir.”

       “Okay, you have my permission to crawl the rest of the way here, lowlife.”

       Bruce went down on his stomach and forearms and squirmed forward, his cock dragging across the carpet, and his feather tail wagging back and forth. Nancy had been video recording since the descent to the living room and was now speaking into the microphone, “Now we will see jealousy replaced with humility.” Bruce went up on his knees, and Rod leaned back smiling.

       After a moment, Rod said, “Well?” and Bruce reluctantly unzipped his designer jeans and fumbled to bring his cock out. Sally stood on her tiptoes and started to giggle but looked around at the serious expressions and kept quiet.

       “This must be all the more hard to take, seeing as you don’t have access to your own cock,” Rod intoned.     

       Bruce held the tip of Rod’s cock to his lips, it expanded another inch, and he shuddered and withdrew it.

       “On the other hand, since yours is locked up, you at least have mine to play with.”

       Bruce was perspiring and pale. He had no stamina left and wished he could just go to sleep or, at least, awake from a bad dream. Rod leaned forward, bringing his cock up to Bruce’s partially open mouth. Bruce opened wider and, just as he was slowly moving forward, Rod grabbed his hair and jammed his now fully engorged cock halfway down Bruce’s throat. There was a gasp from someone in the room, and Bruce tried not to gag as Rod continued thrusting and moving Bruce’s head in and out. Rod was getting flushed and said, “Now you’re getting it, boy.” They were rocking back and forth, with Bruce feeling dizzy, hair flying, and looking like a rag doll. Finally, Rod exploded, holding Bruce firmly until he was forced to swallow every drop. In fact, Rod insisted Bruce lick him clean and then get a towel (on hands and knees) to dry him off. Bruce tried to avoid eye contact as he traversed the living room to get a towel, wipe Rod’s cock, and tuck it in. Rod then ordered a martini; Bruce complied and asked if there was anything else. Jane called him over and removed the butt plug and ribbon and combed his hair with her fingers as he knelt by her chair.

       Rod’s demand for a blowjob was completely spontaneous (based on his entitlement personality) and unexpected, but couldn’t have been planned to be more effective. Bruce not only had to service a snobbish competitor, but he had to do so in a manner that required him to relinquish yet another aspect of his macho concept of his manhood. He had to crawl and submit to and pleasure another man while on his knees, outfitted like a dog.

       Jane and the others had mixed feelings about Bruce’s ordeal. She would have preferred that he let himself be talked into acquiescing to Rod’s demand. She gave Rod the option of naming his remedy, and Bruce should have carried it out as an order from her. He thought he could elect to take the pain instead. She didn’t see this as an indication of his love and not wanting to give up his right to be jealous. She saw it as his being bullheaded, a bad boy who still thought he could get his way.

       Still, everyone in the room felt sympathetic after hearing his screaming and seeing him swallow his manly pride and cave in, in the most humiliating manner imaginable. Alex and Speed whispered about whether they should help Bruce ‘escape’.

       Speed said, “I could never do that.”

       Sally responded, “If you don’t think so, take a trip upstairs.”

       “I mean, the whole thing, being in his situation.”

       “Well, Speed, get in enough trouble with me and maybe you could be. A lot of men could use some re-training to learn their true place in relation to women.”

       Speed laughed nervously, and Nancy said, “How about you, Alex? Would you like to extend your stay?” and everyone laughed.

       Jane then asked Bruce if he now would be less likely to feel so jealous.

       “I won’t let my feelings affect my behavior again.”

       “You seemed to need a lot of encouragement before submitting to my authority.”

       “I will follow your orders without having to be forced. I want to obey you, but I hope you won’t ask me to do that (looking at Rod) again.”

       “Well, Bad Boy, you seem to be a slow learner,” Jane concluded.

       Nancy said, “We can reinforce the need for obedience by having Bruce watch tonight’s video once a week.

       Jane said that was a good idea, and now she’s going to take Bruce upstairs and do a little reinforcing of her own. Speed and Alex concluded escape was not an option for Bruce. He was entrenched in a situation of his own making with no thought of extricating himself. Speed went home, Sally went up to Leddy, and Alex was spending the night with Nancy. Rod felt uncomfortable with all the talk and was happy to go home.

       Upstairs, Jane had Bruce submit to a routine she used whenever an important lesson needed emphasis. Bruce knelt on the edge of the bed with his head down and ass up. Jane strapped on a dildo and thrust it deep into his rectum asking questions such as, “How did you feel giving Rod a blow job? Are you going to thank Leddy for helping you decide to follow my orders? Are you less of a man because you obeyed me? How do you feel about me dating guys? How do you plan to relate to them? Are you getting use to my having ownership of your cock? Are you getting use to enduring stimulation (reaching out and twisting his nipples) without any release? Are you learning to enjoy this prostrate stimulation? Who is smarter, a man or women? Who is stronger? How strong do you feel right now?”

       A correct answer lead to another question, while an incorrect answer lead to another thrust and the opportunity to revise or elaborate on the answer. With this method, Bruce could incorporate the proper values and attitudes for a man in the service of women. This helped shape his self-image (e.g. weak and inadequate) as well as his behavior in relation to women (e.g. obedience). The fact of submitting to painful ass fucking by a dominating woman during the process only enhanced the learning.

       Bruce slowly and gradually lost all sense of independence and self-respect. He gave up on the idea that he could earn his cock back. The only self-pleasure he was allowed was twenty minutes a month ‘if he was good’. Thus, his cock was largely a mechanism of social control. Jane would play with it while in the cage; and, on very rare occasions, she would release it, and they would have intercourse. Bruce would wear a condom and cock ring and had to give Jane several orgasms before he was allowed to ejaculate. Bruce learned that true gratification was in pleasing Jane and her friends, male and female. His reason for being was to serve and give others pleasure. His reward was a smile, his punishment, a frown. All remaining physical punishment was for the women’s entertainment. You don’t have to physically punish a broken macho man. After graduation, Jane would be ready to move on. She would start a career, date, and perhaps marry without the slightest concern about Bruce. He was completely devoted to her, and she was completely in control. Bruce was a shadow of his former self. Bad Bruce was less that a distant memory, and Bad Boy had become Boy Toy.

Graduation

During the next three years, Jane gradually increased the amount of time Bruce’s cock was free for them to have intercourse. He still had to abstain the rest of the time, and she still dated, but she grew to prefer her boy toy. One year prior to graduation, Jane bought Bruce clothing to begin presenting him to the larger campus community. She bought him tight-fitting, black designer slacks made with a stretch fabric, a black vest, and white, purple and red silk shirts that complimented his dark, swarthy body. The shirts were to be worn open to just above the waist and the sleeves were cut short (to be rolled up).

       She began to take him to parties, clubs, restaurants and concerts where he would be on display as her boy toy. He related passively to this crowd, looking youthful, innocent, unsure of himself, and very handsome. He was a hit with all the women who would make suggestive and seductive remarks to him. Jane would proudly ruffle his hair and pinch his ass, and his cock never gave up trying to escape its cage. Nancy would see them interact socially and noted how the women envied Jane.

       Just before graduation, Nancy asked Jane how the job offers were coming. They weren’t. Jane majored in interior design, and Nancy was getting her MBA. Nancy said she had been formulating an idea and wondered if Jane would be interested in going into business with her. Her business plan involved using Boy Toy to demonstrate to wealthy women in Houston how their men could be trained to behave more appropriately as husbands or boyfriends. She knew this type of woman through her family contacts, and she would associate with them through the Chamber of Commerce and various businesswomen groups. Nancy had seen the envy and respect female students showed Jane and was sure this could translate to the business world.

       “What kinds of things would these women want us to accomplish?”

       “Where do I begin? The men are often too fat; they’d rather drink beer with other men than have a more cultured social life. They may be unfaithful, discount the views of their more intelligent wives, refuse to accept that their wives may have affairs along with their busy careers, want sex without considering the needs of their wives, and so on and so forth. In general, the men have been raised to think they are privileged, and these women can afford to do something about it. They could get divorced, or they could change the man they chose into an improved version of what they thought they were getting when they married.”

       “So, how do we dangle Boy Toy in front of these women?”

       “I’ll invite you to social functions dressed in a business suit; you bring Boy Toy, dressed like Boy Toy. When I see interest in how Boy Toy behaves, I’ll let them know what he used to be like. At this point, they may ask how such a change was brought about. Then we’ll make it known that we have a program to help couples achieve a similar relationship to the two of you. My family bought me a mansion left over from the Enron debacle as a graduation present. We can have it furnished to entertain the women and have the basement outfitted to train the men. Once the word gets out, we should have a very successful business.” Jane readily agreed and said she couldn’t wait to design the basement and outline a sequence of experiences the men would be exposed to.

       They moved into the home and had it ready in one month. The basement was comprised of a large recreation room, an exercise room that had floor-to-ceiling mirrors on three walls, a sauna and steam bath, a small bedroom (where Bruce would sleep if he were not with Jane), a small kitchen, and complete bath. They added a treadmill to their Bodycraft Exercise Station and installed various hooks and pulleys to the ceiling and wall. One hook was directly above the treadmill which had two-foot walls on either side of the belt. This would enable a man to be fastened in place by his neck and prevented from stepping off the moving belt. It was a good exercise machine that could be used for forced weight loss or for an overly feisty individual.

Chester Crawford

Nancy took Jane and Bruce to a Business Woman of the Year reception, and a woman, Clara Crawford, was immediately attracted to Bruce. She related seductively to him and complained that her husband, Chester, refused to attend, and she was very interested in knowing how to gain control over him. She asked Jane how she found such a handsome, passive companion, and Jane had him explain what he had been like and how he came to be Jane’s willing sex slave. They offered her an appointment for a ‘needs assessment’ and said the cost would be based on the amount of change Chester needed. Clara Crawford was anxious to begin and asked for an appointment the next day.

       Nancy and Jane judged that Clara Crawford was in her early thirties and liberal minded. Therefore, they arranged to have Bruce admit her and serve tea, wearing only his cock cage. She was obviously shocked but quickly regained her composure and smiled broadly, as she was being waited on. Nancy and Jane outlined their program as Bruce knelt at Jane’s feet and periodically jumped to refill teacups and serve pastries. Chester would need to ‘move in’; and, after about four weeks, Clara would need to visit him daily to participate in his re-education and training. It was agreed that he would need to lose fifty pounds, give up his macho attitude and friends, learn to suppress his desire for sex, give sexual pleasure while postponing his own need for sexual gratification, and understand that women are superior and must be obeyed without question. Clara agreed to a twenty-thousand dollar, money back guaranteed fee. She demanded the guarantee in writing and expressed skepticism, asking, “How are you going to get him here, and why would he cooperate?” However, one further glance at Bruce, and she was willing to try.

       Nancy said, “Just tell me what bar he hangs out at.”

       Nancy visited the bar that night and found Chester as described by Clara. He was casually dressed in an open, red silk vest over a black shirt and black jeans. He wore his light brown hair long and had it styled full and wavy. His expensive, hip look was belied by a paunch in his middle. Nancy allowed him to seduce her in front of his friends. He wanted to take her home and asked where she lived.

       “Let’s go to your place, Big Boy. You’re not married are you?” She seemed naïve and his buddies smiled with admiration as he closed in.

       “I’m having some remodeling done. Let’s go to your place,” he said, as his friends snickered.

       When they arrived, Chester was impressed with the place and saw Nancy as a sophisticated, wealthy woman who also happened to be gorgeous. She gave him his brand of beer in a frosted glass and said how she’d been struck by his good looks as soon as she entered the bar. He cooed with pleasure as she unbuttoned his shirt and lightly ran her fingers over his hairy chest. When he tried to reciprocate, she gently lowered his hands to his sides. He seemed to try to keep his hands down, but was unable. After several attempts, Nancy produced a thin, colorful silk scarf.

       “You’re going to need a little help to get the full enjoyment,” Nancy cooed and ran the scarf across his face. Chester put his hands behind him without hesitation. She moved behind him, removed a pair of handcuffs from a drawer, and clamped them on him.

       “What the hell are you doing?” he roared.

       Nancy was already pulling his slacks down, “We don’t allow swearing here.”

       He continued to curse as Bruce and Jane ran up from the basement and restrained him while Nancy fastened a cock and ball harness with a D ring on him and added a leash. At this point, it was all over for poor macho Chester. He was led downstairs by the leash and was powerless to resist. Since weight loss was a longer-term goal, he was immediately chained to the ceiling by his neck, his shirt was cut off, and he began a fast, at first, stumbling, walk of four miles an hour. He never stopped cursing; and, after two hours, Bruce released him, spoon fed him a high fiber health food, took him to the toilet, and then chained his foot to the bed. Chester called Bruce a fag and was obviously fearful, seeing Bruce as an example of what was going to happen to him. His worst fears were realized as Jane and Nancy appeared with a cock cage. Jane removed her pants and sat on his face while Nancy fastened the cage to his cock. Jane began pinching and twisting his nipples and demanding that he suck her juices. They bought him a smaller size cage than Bruce’s, to hasten his learning as it allowed for no engorgement at all. He changed from cursing to crying and asking why are they doing this to him. They would only say that they were going to turn him into a sex slave, and there was nothing he could do about it. Bruce said, “It’s not so bad,” and he wailed even louder.

       The next day, Chester had a glass of water for breakfast and did two more hours on the treadmill. Nancy uncuffed his hands, gave him a razor, and told him to completely shave his body. He refused and the machine was again turned on. He tried to unfasten the neck strap but that was impossible as it was locked. Nancy told him to let someone know when he was ready to shave and left. Two hours later, he shouted he was ready; but, apparently, no one heard him. After screaming for fifteen minutes, Bruce came down, shut off the belt and handed him the razor. Bruce gently told Chester he would eventually learn to be obedient and things would get better. Chester shaved his body, and Bruce shaved his back. Bruce remarked that they would probably have to permanently remove the hair he couldn’t reach. It just now dawned on him that they were planning permanent changes.

       “You mean you are trying to change me forever?”

       “Not just trying. You can say goodbye to your old self as of last night.”

       “It’s not going to happen. I’m not weak like you.”

       “Yes, you are,” Jane said, coming up from behind them. “I heard you call Boy Toy a fag. Does this mean you’re afraid you are really a fag and not so macho?”

       “I’m just a guy who wants to get out of here,” sounding less macho by the minute.      “Looks like some of your masculinity has fallen onto the treadmill. How does it feel to be bare skinned?”

At this time, Bruce is rubbing a perfumed lotion into Chester’s skin, and he looks uncomfortable and angry but doesn’t raise a hand. “I think you’re a fag at heart and want to give Boy Toy a blowjob.”

       “You’re wrong, and I won’t.”

       “I’m ordering you to. Didn’t you just hear Boy Toy say you have to follow orders?”

Jane had been holding the flicker whip out of sight and now began stinging Chester all over his genital area. He screamed in pain, trying to protect himself with his hands. Jane stopped and unlocked Bruce’s cage. She then started up again without asking Chester if he had a change of heart. He was a hard case and would get no offer to stop. After he was a mass of welts, he screamed, “Stop! Stop!”

Jane asked, “What for?” and continued the punishment.

       “I can’t take anymore.”

       “Oh, I see,” continuing to whip him.

“I’ll do it.”

       “Do what?”

       “Give Boy Toy a blowjob. Please stop, I can’t take it!”

       Bruce unlocked the neck strap, and Chester fell to his knees from exhaustion. Bruce stood there with a huge erection dripping with pre come. This was beyond his wildest dreams.

       Jane said, “Go to it, fag,” and Chester took Bruce’s cock in his mouth and sucked and pulled Bruce aggressively, apparently wanting to get it over with quickly. Bruce held his head, slowed him down, ran his fingers through his hair, and said, “It’s okay,” in a soothing tone. Chester broke down crying quietly, and Bruce eventually ejaculated gently, leaving him degraded and confused.

       Chester had two hours of running every morning and two hours of sit-ups and weight training for his abs and biceps every afternoon. Jane controlled his run/walk routine so that he would be on the verge of exhaustion but not collapse. Since he was constrained to the machine, he had no choice but to comply. Nancy took charge of the afternoon weight training (including sit-ups, push-ups, and weight lifting) and used the flicker whip to maintain maximum effort. After each exercise routine, Bruce would help Chester dry off and give support and encouragement. Chester resisted this at first but then accepted it, acknowledging that they were both in the same boat; that he, in fact, wasn’t any different than Bruce.

       In between these sessions and before lunch, Nancy would squat over Chester’s face and have him eat her pussy while she tormented him by caressing his chest, pinching his nipples, and commenting on how his cock looked as though it would burst through the metal cage rings. This chastity model was, in fact, called the Tormentor; and, since Chester’s cock was stuffed into a small size cage, it literally throbbed within its confines. Chester was, indeed, tormented and sobbed when Nancy asked if he was learning to give pleasure without receiving any himself. Again, Bruce would bring a washcloth for Chester to wipe his face and related that, when first caged, he went sixty days before being allowed twenty minutes of sexual freedom. Somehow, this didn’t seem to make Chester feel any better.

       After the afternoon weight training, Jane would have Chester stand, facing a waist- high table and bend forward, face down, and grab the edges of the table on either side of his head. She would then strap on the large dildo and begin asking him questions as she rammed the dildo into his rectum. Not unlike her technique with Bruce, she would ram him as she asked a question and then again if she didn’t like his answer. If he gave the ‘correct’ answer, she would move on to the next question, and he could look forward to the ordeal eventually ending. One modification she made to the procedure was that Chester was not restrained but had to hold his upper body down. If he let go of the table, his back, shoulders, and arms would receive a flurry of stings from the flicker whip. In addition, he was facing mirrors in front and on the side and was observing his suffering as he held himself down and submitted to the ass fucking.

       It took about three sessions for Chester to:

               Acknowledge the superiority of women

               Agree that his role in life was to serve women

               Agree to relinquish ownership of his cock

               Agree that Clara’s sex life was none of his business

               Agree that he must be absolutely obedient and

               That he deserved to be punished if he wasn’t

               That all men are weak and not very intelligent

               That he doesn’t deserve sexual gratification and would have to earn it

       Like Bruce, he started out verbalizing the expected answers and soon began feeling they were actually true, or at least, feel unsure that they were false. Also, Bruce would be there to speak of a certain security in being completely submissive.

       “As a slave, you’ll know your place and your duties. Life will be less complicated, and you won’t have to make decisions.”

       After three weeks of whipping, face sitting, cock torture, and general tormenting, Chester quieted down and sullenly followed orders. He was then allowed to have his hands free much of the time but would then be otherwise restrained. He was feeling better, generally, with a health food diet of eighteen hundred calories, and he lost nine pounds. He had no alcohol or desert and went to bed exhausted, sleeping like a whipped dog. He referred to his tormentors as Ms. Nancy and Ms. Jane and would automatically go down on his knees when coming into contact with them. He was also allowed to clean the mansion with Bruce. They decided to stop whipping him and let the cuts and bruises heal before Clara Crawford’s visit.

       On the fourth week, Clara arrived for the first of her daily visits. Chester was flooded with old feelings and had to have Nancy motion for him to get down on his knees. He was able to obey women but couldn’t accept that he would be Clara’s slave, as he always felt quite competitive, and when she out-performed him, quite rebellious. Now he had to look up to her from the floor and decided he wasn’t going to spend the rest of his life as her slave. She asked how they managed to get him in the mansion. Nancy described the scene in the bar, including Chester saying he wasn’t married. Clara smacked his right cheek and backhanded his left, rocking his head violently back and forth.

       “You worm! How many women have you invited to take you home?”

       “None, ah, well, maybe a few, I guess.” His face was bright red from the slap, and his voice trembled. His hands were free, but he made no move to protect himself. Clara put her foot under his balls and lifted up as far as possible, causing Chester to gasp.     “Looks like you’ve had your last fling, Worm,” wiggling his caged cock with her foot. At this point, Nancy handed Clara the key to the cage lock, and Chester looked down remorsefully. Clara pulled his face up by the hair and asked, “Well, Worm, do you think you’ll be having anymore trysts?” He looked up at her, towering over him, and had to admit he would not. From then on, his name was Worm.

       Jane described Chester’s established routine, including the fact that he shaved daily. She said the hair on his back presented a problem. The hair was growing back after Bruce gave him his first shave, and she recommended Clara remove the hair with some wax she bought for the occasion. Clara grabbed Chester by his ear and pulled him to the table where he gets ass-fucked and, bending him over, smeared sugar wax on his back, pushing the hair up toward his head. As the wax dried, she applied a cloth, pressing it into the wax. When it was completely dry, Jane held Chester’s head down while Clara ripped the cloth back away from his head, against the grain of the hair, two inches at a time, dragging out the pain. Chester screamed with each rip.

       Clara said, “Don’t be such a sissy, Worm,” adding, “I’m sure we’ll have to do this periodically.” She told Jane, “I like his smooth body and hope we can get him looking like Boy Toy.”

       Clara took over most of the training and added as many humiliating sex experiences as time allowed. She particularly liked the vibrating butt plug and purchased a vibrating cock and ball harness to go with it. She would then ride him on all fours, reaching down and squeezing and twisting his nipples and whipping him if he slowed down. If this didn’t tell him who was boss, nothing would. He raced around the basement screaming, shaking, and sobbing. He had to beg, plead, and make promises in order to get her to let him stop.

       By the eighth week, Chester was down twenty pounds, with a waist of thirty-two and pronounced abs and biceps. He began to feel good about himself and about being Clara’s sex slave. One day, he looked embarrassed to mention that Bruce had been able to have access to his/Jane’s cock after sixty days. Clara said she had to agree and said the twenty-minute event would take place that evening at eight o’clock. Bruce was directed to sit in the middle of the living room floor. At eight o’clock sharp, Nancy, Jane, and Bruce arrived and pulled up chairs circling Chester. He looked up at everyone in shock as Clara tossed him a hand towel and key and placed a ticking kitchen timer next to him, saying, “Your time starts now.” He went up on his knees and fumbled putting the key in the lock and in removing the cage. As his cock slowly started to swell, Clara said, “You’re down to nineteen minutes,” and it went flaccid. He began to sweat and started pumping.

       Bruce said, “Come on, you can do it.”

       Jane said, “I don’t think so.”

       Nancy said, “He sure looks nervous.”

       Clara said, “You’re down to fifteen minutes.”

       Chester was turning red with embarrassment and frustration. It was bad enough to have to masturbate in public, but worse to try and fail. However, the harder he tried and the more desperate he felt, the more he realized failure was inevitable. After another ten minutes, he slowly, and with tears in his eyes, reinstalled and locked the cage and gave the key to his smirking wife.

       “Well, Worm, looks like you’ve lost the last vestige of your manhood.”

       As Clara realized the extent of her control over Chester and his absolute obedience and desire to please her, she began to think of taking him out into the world. She changed her mind about turning him into a replica of Boy Toy. He was five years older, and Clara envisioned a more appropriate persona for him. She purchased two pair of tight fitting black spandex slacks, three white, nylon/Lycra short sleeve shirts, and a thin, black necktie. She also got him a plastic case for pencils, pens, and a small spiral notebook to fit in his shirt pocket. She dressed him with his sleeves rolled up tight, his shirt open two buttons, and his necktie loosened. All agreed that Chester looked like a hard-working, government bureaucrat, office worker. Clara said he would be her assistant named Kid. There was one last item to modify for his new persona. His wavy, brown hair was thick, somewhat long, and stylishly worn over the ears with medium sideburns. It was much too stylish and individualistic for her conception of a personal assistant. She took him to a barber and had him thin out, trim, and taper Chester’s hair. It was parted on the left side, combed down, and tapered above the ears with no sideburns. The top was thinned out, shortened, combed to the right, and the front cut flat high across the forehead.

        The barber said, “You got yourself a real conservative haircut there.” It was a no-character haircut that couldn’t be styled and had to be worn the way it was cut. Clara told the barber they would be back every two weeks.

       This was Chester’s uniform when Clara took him to work or whenever they went out. She thought he looked sexy and somewhat more youthful albeit in a conservative style. There would be no decision about what to wear, and his hair fell into place without needing to be combed. His identity was set as an office boy. At the office, Clara would boss him around and everyone referred to him as Kid. When he looked in the mirror, he saw a bland, underling who had no sense of individuality, no independence, and no control over his life.

       One of Clara’s first objectives was to alienate Chester from his buddies. Against his pathetic objections, Clara decided to take Chester to his Saturday meeting place with his drinking buddies - the bar where he picked Nancy up.

       “I want you to introduce me to your friends.”

       “I haven’t seen them in three months.”

       “We’re going to see them now.”

       “It’s okay, I don’t miss them.”

       “We’re going to see them now.”

       “Yes, Ms. Clara.”

       Although she was confident of her control, Clara inserted the butt plug vibrator with remote control before they left for the bar on Saturday. Chester was extremely apprehensive as he had a reputation at the bar as a cool cat. He knew he had been missed and wanted to simply vanish from his friends’ radar screen. Now, here he was being led into his familiar meeting place by his domineering wife, wearing a white shirt and tie, looking quite proper. As ordered, he said, “Boys, I’d like you to meet my wife, Ms. Clara.”

       “Is that you, Chester?” one of the guys asked.

       “We call him Kid, and I’m glad to meet you all,” said Clara. “Are you going to ask us to join you?”

“Yes, of course.”

       Clara approached a chair and looked at Chester. He rushed to pullout the chair for her to sit. “I didn’t know if you realized Chester was married. Do you think they knew you were married, Kid?”

       “Well, I, ah…”

       “Get me a Martini, dry, up, and yourself some milk, she said, handing him a twenty. Chester hurried to the bar and dealt with the bartender’s cynical questions while Clara made his friends even more uncomfortable. “Those of you who are married may benefit from seeing how Chester has grown in the last few months.” They all looked away. When Chester returned and gave Clara her change, she motioned for him to kneel at her side and said she thought his friends would want to know what he had been up to.

       “Please, Ms. Clara, I’m sure they’re not interested.”

       “Of course we are, old buddy,” responded a friend who would rather hear from him than respond to Clara’s domineering and guilt-provoking manner.

       Chester couldn’t begin to get the words out until she gave his prostrate a nudge with her remote. “Okay, when I left here I was forced into a, ah, well, a retraining program.”

       Clara asked how he was forced and Chester said he was handcuffed.

       “You were forcibly handcuffed?” perused Clara.

       “Well, not exactly. I agreed to be tied but not handcuffed.” Chester turned red and perspired heavily as he finished the statement and the guys started laughing and piling on.

       “You looked like you were in charge when the two of you left here, (more laughter) then you were cuffed and here you are, on your knees, dressed up like a bus boy (louder laughter).

       Another guy, “So what’s a retraining program?”

       “Well, ah, I had to, ah, learn to obey Clara, ah…”

       Clara interrupted, “Just read them your routine and explain the results.” Clara had made Chester write a very detailed description in his pocket notebook. He reluctantly took it out now, calling attention to the shirt pocket bulging with a plastic case containing notebook, pens and pencils, and began to read in a stammering, hesitant voice. There were many questions and interruptions as he read, and if he tried to minimize such humiliating aspects of his training such as being ass-fucked and constantly wearing a cock cage, Clara would insist he bring out all the details. He then had to verbalize the attitudinal and behavioral changes this punitive training had brought about. Although he was accepting of the changes, he knew how this group would see his submissive obedience and role as sex slave, and he was extremely embarrassed to acknowledge his status. He had changed from a macho man, lady killer, to a bland, subservient, weakling. He was crimson, his shirt was soaked with sweat, turning a flesh color, and he was unable to look anyone in the eye. It was obvious that Chester would never show his face there again, even if given the choice. Clara was satisfied that she had accomplished her goal; and, after asking if anyone wanted to strengthen their marriages (no response), they departed.

Stepford Husbands

As Clara took Chester to businesswomen’s meetings and social functions, the word got out that unruly, macho, or uncooperative husbands can undergo significant behavioral change. In some instances, she invited Jane to bring Bruce, as he and Chester represented two different examples of submissive males.

       Nancy and Jane registered their business under the name Stepford Husbands. They printed pre-orientation material for women wanting an appointment:

Stepford Husbands, Inc. can help a successful woman modify her partner’s behavior to be compatible with that which she had envisioned at the time of marriage or with the social status she has since achieved. The program does not feminize men but, rather, helps them overcome socialization traditions and practices that instilled an unrealistic macho self-image and unreasonable behavior toward women. Therefore, the following problems and modification goals are areas you should consider prior to our needs assessment interview and development of an individualized behavior modification plan.

PROBLEM:

Personal Qualities – weight, dress, body odor, language usage, social acumen

BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION PLAN                                                                              

Controlled exercise, diet, and hygiene; negative and positive reinforcement leading to a new persona of wife’s choosing

PROBLEM:

Attitudes toward women – sexism, double standard, discounting, inequality and gender discrimination 

BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION PLAN                                                                              

Ongoing saturation indoctrination with physical reinforcement, Ongoing modeling of female superiority, obedience training

PROBLEM:

Unrealistic self-image – macho, strong, loud, smart, bullying                                               

BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION PLAN

Loss of body hair, submissiveness training, education in homemaker arts, humiliation in the presence of other men

PROBLEM:

Belief in entitlement to sexual gratification – demands for sexual intercourse, forcing self on wife, date rape 

BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION PLAN

Installation of chastity device to intensify sexual tension, experiences of pleasuring women without personal sexual release, forced pleasure/pain experiences as a new form of excitement/gratification

We will implement your plan; and, after about a month of retraining, you will become involved in reinforcing your submissive’s new role and incorporating it into your particular life situation. Our results are one hundred percent guaranteed and free refresher training will be provided at your request.

After Bruce’s exposure to these women and Clara’s description of how Chester was progressing, Stepford Husbands soon had a waiting list. They added two treadmills and accepted another trainee while Chester was in the final stages of his training. The new trainee accepted his fate more quickly after seeing Bruce and Chester in willing subservience. Eventually, they had three men in the program at a time, with a large enough room for two men on treadmills watching a third getting ass-fucked on the bench. The three wives would consult with and support each other as they took ownership of their men.

       The ‘individualized modification plans’ actually did not differ from each other a great deal. However, the desired personas differed considerably and were interesting to observe. After Office Boy, there was a formally dressed butler, a bare-chested gardener, a full-time, naked sex slave, and an open-shirted gigolo/escort. All of the wives reported keeping ownership of their man’s cock. The sexual tension and eventual release gave the husbands something to earn and look forward to. The wives also felt the men experienced such a great orgiastic result that they would never be satisfied going back to frequent sex with a passive partner (not that they would ever get the chance to find out).

       Stepford Husbands sponsored an alumni women’s group in which they could exchange experiences in reinforcing the changes that had been made. This led to the women forming a monthly self-help, support group that included others who wanted to learn how to make such changes on their own. They shared experiences and techniques that were found to be effective. Locking a cock cage onto a drunken husband who had passed out, for example, could lead to a shift in the marital power structure. Shaving his body, then, could earn him twenty minutes of freedom with his cock while handcuffed. Inserting a vibrating dildo butt plug with remote control, before removing the handcuffs, could have him accompanying her anywhere she pleased, dressed anyway she pleased, and behaving anyway she pleased.

       The success of this self-help group led to more groups forming. There was a noticeable dip in bar attendance in the area and a corresponding increase in men accompanying their wives to museums, concerts, woman of the month receptions, etcetera.

       Stepford Husbands, Inc. continued to thrive and always had a waiting list. As for Bruce, he loved his role and never looked back. He even enjoyed one blowjob per client as one of his ‘duties’ in the program.