Stephens Frustration Part 1

Author: fuego
Title: Stephen's Frustration
Date: 29 June 2007

When I walked into the jewelry store and saw him I had no idea that the course of my life had taken a sudden change. I tapped my fingers on the counter and cleared my throat and someone finally came out from behind the partition in the center of the U shaped cases. I felt much better already since I was faced with my dream guy – I guessed he was 6’1”, and probably weighed 180 pounds. I’ve always loved the combination of blue eyes, jet black longish hair and pale flawless skin. I grew up skinny but since I’d attained some degree of success in my 30s, I indulged myself with a personal trainer so although I weighed in at 165 pounds, my abs were ripped up and my meaty biceps never failed to turn heads. Finally here is a guy who has a job and from the bulges at the seams of his dress shirt also paid a lot of attention to his fitness. “Can you melt this ring down and make into some sort of earring or something,” I said handing him the ring I gave my ex on our trip to New York the previous year. In the course of the next half hour I found out that Jason had worked in his family’s jewelry store since he was in high school and at 22 had shown enough proficiency with custom design and fabrication to secure his future as a master jeweler. Not only did I find that out but also made a date for later – I felt a lot better about this whole breaking up thing. Besides, my ex, who shall remain nameless, was a very vanilla guy and was entirely unresponsive to my pleas to put a little fire into our relationship and to take control of me and our sex life, the way I craved and needed.

When Jason and I returned to my brownstone later he wasted no time in demonstrating that he was now firmly in charge. He kissed me expertly and roughly and then held me at arms length at my shoulders and looked directly into my eyes. “Take your clothes off Stephen.” I stripped really fast as he rubbed the front of his jeans. “I’d really like you to suck my fucking cock,” he said as he put his hand on the back of my neck with a slight downward pressure. That was all I needed, as I got down on my knees, already hard as stone and dripping precum in front of my newfound obsession. I nuzzled his seriously distressed Diesel jeans and pulled on the fly with my teeth revealing a nice, very erect cock at about 6 ½ inches slick with precum and ready for my mouth. My mood wasn’t dampened by that though because I was prepared to love this guy already, and wasn’t going to let my size queen reputation throw that off track. I had always liked to have a girthy guy in my ass who at least matched my fat 8 incher. Jason tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me onto his dick cutting off my air and then proceeded with the roughest face fuck I’d ever had while I furiously leaked goo onto the hardwood floor. He threw his clothes off and moved me to the bed putting me on my back and in one motion grabbed at my bent thighs and pulled my hole hard against him while pushing my legs back. He fingered my hole a little and pushed half his dick in and although I was used to bigger, I let out a small gasp. “You’re gonna learn to love this cock,” he said as he slapped my hands away, shoved harder and then set out on his own rhythm. I clenched down, threw my head back and reached for my foreskin. “No, I’m in charge of that, you just work that hole. I’m going to kneel almost still and I want you to crunch those abs and lift your hole up my shaft and on the way down I want you to try to force me out, and then clench around my head.” Of course I did as instructed allowing this 22 year old to rule my ass and getting in a major ab workout. He stayed quite still as promised still pinning my arms. To look at us you wouldn’t see much movement, because all the action was taking place inside my hole. As I forced myself up his pole my head would push against the stubble of my shaved abdomen teasing it and forcing out more precum. It looked like a little oil slick on my belly. I started to slow down and he leaned forward and put his hand down beside me with his thumb on my throat and whispered into my ear, “you are gonna fuck my cock with your hole and you’re not stopping ‘til I say so you work it hard right fuckin now.” I closed my eyes and I heard, then felt the splat of his spit right below my right eye and then could feel the slime running down toward my ear. I didn’t dare wipe if off – no one had ever done that before but it was all the motivation I needed to get my ass in gear and give his dick the best hole contractions I could muster. I’d had some experience with dirty talk, mainly yelling out “fuck me, fuck me” and all the typical crap but never had I had someone whisper like he did to me which was almost as chilling as it was thrilling. Then in a low voice he asked me questions that we both knew the answers to. “Who owns your sloppy fucking cunt hole? Whose cock do you worship? Whose hole is going to twitch every day wanting and needing this dick?” He played my mind and I knew right then this was “the” man. Fourteen years younger than me, with a lot less experience and he took over my life in that instant. My arms still twisted at my sides I started shooting, splashing my chin and pooling jizz at the base of my neck. He grabbed my ankles and shoved hard and fast taking deep breaths. I felt his dick flex and turn even more rigid, and then the release into me. With a playful slap to my face he pulled out fast and I felt like I’d been turned inside out. I reached for a towel but instead he gently took my hand and rubbed it over my spunky chin and neck and then teased my lips with my fingers until I opened my mouth with a bit of a grimace. “Clean those fingers well and scoop it all off your chest bitch.” I couldn’t help myself and my spent dick twitched a little bit.

And so it began. My life changed. Outside of my house to all our friends Jason was a loving, caring partner. Everyone told me how fortunate I was to have such a beautiful articulate man at my side who was not only a skilled, witty conversationalist but a prodigy in jewelry circles. Jason was a ravenous and insatiable lover and his appetites kept me really busy. I became proficient at cleaning myself, since I knew that I’d get fucked daily and also eat a load too. After a month, Jason moved into my brownstone since it was close to the jewelry store and on weekends we’d go to his big house in the ‘burbs. On Thursday we’d have elaborate dinner parties and drink lots of wine leading to some marathon sex sessions since it took him longer to cum when he was drunk.

We broadened our horizons into some bondage games which kept the spice going too. Unfortunately, it seemed that Jason had an aversion to me touching my own cock. I don’t know whether it was because I was uncut or it was just a kinky mind control thing. I also never got head from him. When fucking, he’d jack me off but instead of doing it where his palm faced him, he turned his hand around so his palm faced my abs and right when I started to cum he would always twist my cock really hard and hold it tightly shut. Then he’d release it and let thecum dribble out on me. It was like he was mad at my dick. So frustrating.

One night after a raucous dinner party he headed up to bed and I took the opportunity to take my laptop up to the fourth floor and do some porn surfing. I greased up my fat cock and fantasized that Jason’s was as big as mine while watching some porn and having a major JO session. It felt so good to grab my dick firmly since the only way Jason would let me cum was through light touches while he was thrusting into me. He said that he did that purposefully, because he wanted to train me to cum the way I did the first time he fucked me. “I want your orgasms to come from your pussy not your cock. Your cock’s gotta spurt and I’ll help you a little bit but you gotta retrain your ass to create the orgasm. That’s my pussy and I want it needing me and looking for my dick. You keep getting side tracked.” I shot really hard and splashed the screen a little bit and slopped onto the walnut floor. I heard throat clearing and turned around red faced to see Jason in the door way, arms crossed, shoulder propped against the French beaded moulding. Even in my embarrassment I couldn’t help but think how beautiful he was, but my mind snapped back to the present when he spoke to me in his condescending bedroom tone. “Don’t move,” as I tried to cover up. He came forward twining his finger in my hair. “Jason, you’re hurting me.” “No, you’re hurting me. I give you all I have and make you the center of attention and you run off like a child and play with yourself you fucked up pussy.” Then he leaned in and I heard the whisper, “lick that fucking screen, lick your damn slime off of that screen,” still jerking me by the hair. Then a sharp pull downward and he snapped his finger and pointed at the floor. So I got down, ass up, tears welling at the humiliation and licked up my spunk. “I stepped in some too bitch,” and I moved my tongue between his toes. “Please you’re really pulling my hair hard” No answer. He lifted me up by the hair and a twist to the nipple and headed to the bathroom, pulled out a vanity chair and sat me down. He disappeared and returned with his arms full and then silently began duct taping my wrists and ankles to the backless wrought iron chair. I heard our well used clippers snap on since he liked me smooth and he clipped on a guard. Still silent he placed a hand on the front of my head and I felt the clippers roughly go up the back of my head ruining my $150 haircut. “Now you can quit your bitchin about me pulling your fucking hair.” It fell down around me and I watched in the mirror as my look totally changed from well coifed businessman to trendy punk bitch. Jason left and returned with my laptop and a stack of CDs and went through all My Documents and Photos and backed everything up. Then he got the Windows CD and reformatted the hard drive. Of course this took a while and my ass was getting numb on the hard chair and my hands were really red. He plucked away at the keys, making him Administrator and me, user, and then he initialized the email after asking me my password which I was in no position to not answer. He also went into the instant messaging program, logged into my account and changed the password. “Here are the rules. You use this to keep photos, do work, and send and receive email. I’ve routed all incoming and outgoing email to me and I’ll check it, read it and then forward it to your email account. Sometimes I’ll answer it. I’m really sorry you are such a weak dirty bitch and have to look at this porn to get off when I am right fucking here.” Then he stroked me a bit but I wasn’t getting hard because I had just had a really good cum. Jason opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the Viagra that I formerly used when I would accidentally hook up with a total bottom and wanted to ride him hard. He gave me two pills and I swallowed them, he checked my mouth and then left again, returning to see that it had done its job. My cock waving in the air and moving slightly with my heart beat with a bead of precum on the head and a trail down the side. He slowly, maddeningly moved the skin up and down. I won’t say jacked me off because that’s too strong a term. He slightly moved the skin and brushed my head. I was gritting my teeth. Then he took out the blow dryer and blew all the hair off me and put some heat on my cock too which I involuntarily thrust towards the direction of the wind. Arrrghh. Agony. He then stood beside me and jacked his dick just out of reach of my mouth. “Wear my cum, whore,” and came onto my cheek as he spit a gob into my new buzz cut. He rubbed the mess into my ¼” stubble, slapped my impossibly hard dick and left. I think I dozed a little bit only to have sex dreams and then awaken stiff with my dick still pointing at me. Like a pig I fantasized that I could lean down and suck it. What a fantastic thing that would be. Of course that only made matters worse. Finally it started to get light out and I heard Jason walking around and smelled coffee. I waited patiently, still hard, and worse yet in desperate need to piss. Then I heard the door shut. Shit! Two hours later I decided to struggle and I managed to overturn the chair. Great. My stomach was cramping needing to release the piss as I toyed with the idea of pissing on myself and finally gave in, releasing a warm stream which turned into a cool puddle. Wonderful. All I had wanted to do was have a nice JO session. Now I had no privacy on my PC, and worse yet was stuck in this humiliating predicament.

Jason came home in a great mood a few weeks later and presented me with a beautiful velvet box. “I love you and I want you to have this.” I opened the box to see a platinum PA with diamonds set into the balls on the open ends. Oddly, each of the balls had a hole right through the center. “There’s a shop right next to mine where we can have this put on tomorrow.” “Please I don’t want to do this to myself.” “No, it’ll be fine, your foreskin will just stretch around it, it’ll look really hot. Do this for me.” The guy at the shop was really nice and he immediately led me to the back. I was stunned at the pain and holding Jason’s hand, cracked his knuckles and grunted. I looked down at my new piercing. Something was horribly wrong. The guy had pulled my skin forward and pierced right through the end. I started to speak as Jason fiddled with it and fit a small platinum lock through the holes in the balls. “Now you won’t be tempted to rub that fucking head any more,” as the piercer chuckled. My daily fuckings got more intense only now I was too sore to even think about touching myself. Jason seemed really happy and showed me how to use one of those dental water squirting things to clean under my new hood. I never really fully healed though and not being able to properly clean was having adverse effects on me. I visited Jason’s doctor, one of his customers, who gave me some options. One of them was to get circumsized. The day came and the “procedure” was performed. They did it on an outpatient basis and I went home late that day, groggily and on some major pain pills. My entire penis was bandaged .I was also on some pills to keep me from getting hard although I don’t think that would have happened.

On the day of bandage removal Jason came home and we went into the bathroom. He unwrapped the gauze and I intently studied my new penis. Gone was my precious foreskin – a part of me for 36 years. It looked so bare. The skin was perfectly smooth though and it looked like the doctor had done a good job. Of course, there was a surprise for me because hanging out the end of my dick was a PA. Great. I got the damn piercing. “I love your cock now and the PA is so sexy. It doesn’t look so much bigger than mine any more does it?” And he was right it didn’t and once the healing was complete I figured out why. When I got fully hard the skin was impossibly tight – the doctor had not only removed the foreskin around the dick but he had made an incision along the length of the penis and tightened the skin that way too. I had lost some girth and now in order to comfortably JO I had to use tons of lube and do it slowly and carefully. I tested that out when Jason was nowhere around. My cumming during sex was evolving into my desperate ass clenching and some light touches. Now that I was so accustomed to him and his size it seemed like I could only orgasm 1/3 of the time we fucked which Jason had no comment on other than, “that’s okay, its all part of training your fuck hole.”

Then one day all hell broke loose. We were being the perfect couple, entertaining friends and the drinks were flowing. Everyone was commenting on what a wonderful couple we were and I piped up and said, “I’m so happy I think I can gladly say that I’m now a former size queen, so you guys can quit teasing me.” Oops. Shit. Jason looked at me, and lay down his fork. Then he smiled and said nothing. Whew. Two days later he came home with a velvet box. I opened it with some trepidation. Inside was another beautiful creation – an exact replica of Jason’s limp penis and on the end was a hole with threads in it. There was a hole on the underside too. Also inside the box was a beautiful silver ring that could open and some weird pins. “This is a platinum replica of a CB type chastity belt but I’ve custom made it just for you. I used a mold of my limp penis and shortened it by ¼ inch. You will wear this and pay homage to me. Your dick is now smaller than mine. It goes on now. Go upstairs and shave off all your pubes and come back down here.” It actually looked sexy on me. But it didn’t feel sexy. My cock was trapped inside by threading the PA through the bottom hole. Also Jason, in his wisdom had installed it on me with a small gap for my hanging balls which along with not cumming guaranteed a dull ache. Sitting down to piss was a big pain and I had to rubber band the lock to the fake dick to keep it from clicking. After a week the ache would not go away. Most of the time precum was leaking from the end. I needed to cum so bad while being fucked a steady stream would leak out. At this point in our relationship Jason was now depositing his daily loads in my ass. “Do not push that cum out and do not shit it out.” I had to try to hold it in but inevitably I found myself with slime oozing down the insides of my legs reminding me of what I could no longer do and reminding me that I was now a depository. A receptacle. I whined and complained. “You need to learn to deal with this and you need to not be such a pussy.” Jason took me upstairs and cuffed me. He spread my legs and removed the PA from my cock. Ahhh. Relief. He was going to get me off finally. He pulled a small hollow tube from his pocket and held it closely in front of my face and lubed it up. I cringed as he took firm hold of my metal dick and slid that tube into the end and into my piss hole. Nothing had ever been inside there and it felt really strange. Then he slowky rotated the tube and I could see what the threads on the end of the dick were for. He was screwing it into me! Oh fuck fuck fuck. Then he screwed a cap onto it and onto the end he placed a tiny lock. “You complained about your new beautiful dick for six days. You are going to wear it this way for another six days and you’ll do it gladly because I have another one of these tubes and its fatter and wider. During that time you will ask me when and if you can piss and then I’ll remove the cap. You will also work out every day and your diet will consist of oatmeal and protein shakes. Do you like your new cock?”

The weekend came - day four was Saturday. I was ravenously hungry but had a tremendous workout. I had lost two pounds already and my abs looked awesome. I was a little bit lightheaded though and my trainer offered me a banana. I couldn’t turn that down. It was so good after the four days of practical starvation. Jason kissed me when I walked in the door. Then he kinda smacked his lips and gave me a strange look. Silence.

I showered and went back downstairs. “Let’s take a little walk.” We walked down the street heading towards the doctors office. “Why are we going here, I am doing fine.” I got the look from him. “Doing fine is breaking my rules which were given specifically as a punishment?” I had no answer. We went into the office and were called back within minutes. The doctor came in and said, “I understand you have a hairline fracture from your rollerblading accident.” I said “Um no, what are you talking about.” Jason said, “yes he fell because he couldn’t follow instructions and disobeyed rules.” The doctor smiled. “We’ll get that fixed right up. Extend the problem leg and keep it perfectly straight.” Then the doctor began the cast. “You’ll be able to walk on this, I’ve installed a heel.” When I stood up I realized how difficult this new trial was going to be. The heel was three inches too tall. I could only hobble and my leg had to be kept perfectly straight. Shit shit shit. Jason gave me a cane and I hobbled home with him, a perfectly fit, hot guy with a bad limp. The cast itched madly and everyone showered me with attention. I was being punished in a very public way but only I knew about it.

The next weekend we went to Jason’s brick Tudor in the ‘burbs. Once there he cut the cast off – what a relief. The leg was kinda weak even after such a short time and I prayed I’d never again have to revisit this punishment. Jason was really chipper and I took a hot shower and reveled in my new freedom. Jason came in the bathroom saying, “you know its been about a year since I’ve been fucked and I kind of have that craving. Would you like to fuck me Stephen?” Oh yes yes yes would I ever. Not only getting out of the inside of his cock, or rather his shortened cock but perhaps drilling him as he had me was very appealing. He led me into his workout room and lay me down on the weight bench. “I’ll need to secure you first because I don’t want you taking any liberties. Jason tied my hands and feet underneath with rope and then taped me to the bench after putting a rolled up towel under my head and then including a couple strips of tape across my forehead keeping my head facing forward so I could watch the fuck. I watched as Jason pulled off his shiny cock replica, leaving the base attached around my cock and balls. That’s cool, its kinda like a cock ring. Then he brought out another steel dick which was a replica of my 8” erect cock. He showed me the inside which was smaller and then he took his shiny limp cock replica and slid it into the steel dildo, smiling. He then took my shiny dick dildo and fastened it to the CB base. He stood with legs on either side of the bench facing away from me and I watched in fascination as he lowered himself on the beautiful dildo. It was an exact replica of me, prior to the circumcision. I couldn’t help myself and struggled to erect inside of the dildo realizing of course that my dick could get no larger than his fucking limp dick. I thrust my hips futilely and he lifted himself up and down sliding down the beautiful shaft and back up, stretching his hole and pleasuring his insides. I could see his triceps flexing as he jacked his dick, enjoying the sensation and I tried to turn my head away, unable to, due to the strict bondage. He slowed and lifted himself off and turned to face me lowering himself once again. “Mmmm, you feel so good inside me, I love your fat dick.” Not only couldn’t I get hard but if I could I would never have that same fat dick as when he met me. He kissed me and reached down squeezing himself ‘til he shot a huge load all over my chest. Then he slowly ran his fingers through the cum for me to perform my hand service. I tasted him happily while still trying to defeat the ropes and tape that held me motionless. Precum spilled out from the base of the dildo still attached to me and I could feel my reduced meat pulsing needily.