Stephens Frustration Part 2

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

I was, once again, desperate to cum. After thirteen days of not touching my cock, and not seeing it, and not feeling the sensation of sheets rubbing against it or anything like that I started to feel like a non entity. I never realized how much I took those feelings for granted and really how I was always aware of their presence and my virility, not on a subconscious level but kind of as a subtext to my thoughts. Regardless I was fucking horny and needed to get out of the SBF. Jason decided after I had referred to it as the “fucking contraption” too many times, to give it a name, and an acronym for Stephen’s Best Friend seemed as good as any. I decided that it probably would not be a good idea to beg right now to be let out so I was surprised at dinner when Jason asked, “Stephen would you like to get out of the SBF for a good cleaning tonight?” Before I could answer the waiter came around to take our order. I was on my second glass of wine and we hadn’t started on our salads. Jason reached across the table and took the calamari I had ordered and removed it from in front of me to place it at his place setting. “He’s not feeling very well, so I think I’ll go ahead and eat these.” Then in a really sweet patronizing voice, “Stephen do you think you could stomach some flat bread?” “Yes, that sounds good,” when I wanted to scream “give me my damn calamari and bring me a steak!” Why do I not get to eat when I’m paying for the dinner and Jason told me he wanted to take me out …but that’s how it was, Jason would throw me a bone and then drag away the elation with a minor slight like this, constantly keeping me off balance. Plus I knew he liked to humiliate me this way in front of the waiter. I had not been given permission to address the waiter directly so Jason had ordered some cheap crappy pinot grigio for me, while he sipped my favorite red zin and of course smiled at me knowingly the entire time.

“I have a present for you.” Jason handed me a nicely wrapped box which I eyed suspiciously and then began to pick at the bow and get it open. “You might want to finish opening it under the table.” I pulled away the tissue to see something very similar to the SBF, but instead of the downward curve of the replica of Jason’s cock which I now wore, it was pointing straight out. Obviously, this was not to be worn in public. Best of all though instead of a closed head the shaft ended with no guard at the end or anything. In fact, when wearing this, my cock head would actually be exposed. With a big grin, “thank you very much honey, I love it.” I wriggled in my seat and could feel a slimy drop of precum deposit itself coldly on my inner thigh. “I can’t wait to get home.”

We headed back to the brownstone, laughing and talking the whole way with me holding my new treasure. Upstairs in the bathroom, Jason lovingly washed my cock and balls in warm water and soap after cuffing my hands behind me of course. “Your SBF is getting a bit dull from all your slop leaking out and god knows what. Its due for a good polishing.” Jason left to come back with silver polish and a couple rags. He set the items and the SBF down on the tile floor. “Get to work on this and then maybe we’ll play with your new toy.” I wondered to myself how the hell was I supposed to do that, but Jason helped me get seated on the cold floor as my cock reared itself and made little upward movements with each heartbeat. I just stared down at it and the shiny slimy head and the perfect evenly stretched skin. I thought for a moment that if mannequins had dicks this is what they would look like. I was enjoying the freedom and my first erection in thirteen days and at the same time wincing at the unaccustomed pulling stretching feeling of the sewn too tight skin Dr. Butcher had left me with when he decided to use my meat to pay homage to Jason’s dick instead of leaving me with a functional cock. Jason put the silver polish, rags and my SBF directly behind me, accessible to my cuffed hands. It was obvious what I was meant to do and I fumbled to apply the silver polish and lovingly shine and handle this object which made minutes and days drag by, and made my balls ache constantly and reminded me that, yes, I do indeed have a smaller cock than my beautiful man, Jason. “Call me when you’re done, I’m going to make a drink.”

Jason returned and went for the new box and the new toy. My heart leapt. He put the base ring around me and coaxed my dick into the shaft piece. Fortunately the hour I spent polishing my SBF had made my erection flag a little bit so he didn’t use any ice or slaps to get me down and inserted. Sure enough, my dickhead poked out of the shaft which was positioned at a perfect 90 degree angle from my body. It was obscenely erotic and Jason got out the camera and took some pictures. Later I would look at my washboard abs in this photo, following downward to the V lines which ran from my hip bones inward and ending at the silver work of art capped by my mannequin dick and struggle against my cage attempting to erect myself. “You think if you rub that head enough you could make yourself cum?” Oh yes absolutely it wouldn’t take much at all. Jason led me upstairs and on up into the attic into our city playroom. He made me kneel down facing the wall in a darkened area, fastened a collar on me and hooked that to the wall directly in front of me. Then he flipped on the light and I glanced to my right to see myself in the mirror on the adjacent wall. Directly in front of me and aimed at me was what looked like a miniature replica of a cock mounted on a three inch base of black rubber. I looked at Jason quizzically.
“What are you?” he asked.
“Your bitch.”
“Yes, true, and above all what else are you?”
“Your hole, your receptacle, your pussy.”
“Good. And pussies still want to fuck sometimes don’t they?”
“Yes.”
“But they can’t can they?”
“No sir.”
“Well I want you to be able to.”
“Thank you sir.”
“See this tiny cock. Its actually a vibrator and you can use it for as long as you want to stimulate the head of your penis. Do you think that’ll make you cum?”
I thought quickly. I could lean my hips forward and slide it between the metal shaft and my dick and get some good vibes off of it. “Yes, absolutely.”
“Terrific. The vibrator will turn on for two second intervals and you are in control of when those occur. Each time you feel the vibrator you are to count out loud” Oh, this is wonderful, I thought.
“To turn on the vibrator, you just need to apply even pressure around the base of this miniature metal cock.”
Jason knew how much I hated it when he screwed the piss tube into me when I was wearing my SBF. He knew I thought it was degrading and how it made me feel utterly violated. I shuddered knowing I would have to spear my dick onto this “thing” to get any sort of sensation out of it tonight. At the same time my throbbing purple dick betrayed me, acting very unmannequin like while burping up a couple drops of precum.

With my arms tensed behind me, hands clenched into fists, connected by the leather shackles and two inch chain I stiffened my entire body and took a deep breath. Looking down I lined up the piss slit in my doll cock with the smooth rounded end of the penis. I inched my knees forward and then slowly brought my hips forward until I felt the cold tip of the invader tease open my piss slit. Arrgh. Shit, I had to do it. I inched my hips forward, sliding it in, then out again ¼ inch. Just like I was fucking a hot ass, I slowly wedged the penis into me, a little further each time. I hated sounds and had never had anything inside me this way. I was surprised when I could tell that the “head” of the invader was inside me and past the end of the hollow shaft that imprisoned my dick. Then it hit me. As my piss lips touched that rubber base, it came alive with a wonderful vibration that I felt the whole length of my cock and deep into my balls. “One,” I gasped. My nipples hardened and I breathed in sharply at the fierce pleasure of it. I could see Jason’s reflection in the mirror and the red light of the camera. No matter how hard I touched the rubber base, the vibration would last only two seconds and the only way to switch it back on was to back off and then press in again. I slowly moved outward feeling the head stretching me inside and then pushed it to the base again clenching my empty ass. I could see Jason’s grin in the mirror. Then, I closed my eyes and went to work on it. Back and forth and just like getting fucked it got easier and easier and I went faster and faster, sometimes ramming that rubber base hard to send the sensation to my core. Each thrust of the tiny prick into me made a squishy smacking sound as my precum thoroughly lubed the inside of my piss slit. It felt like I was being invaded to the deepest part of me and outwardly my body was only moving a careful inch back from the wall, then towards the wall over and over. From behind me, I’m sure it would have been difficult to detect the movement. Jason had promised that I could do this for as long as I wanted and had finally set the camera on a tripod and disappeared. I was a man possessed, still thrusting, still counting. “One thousand two hundred eight-nine,” I muttered to the audience of the camera. Fuuuck. I was so damn close. I forgot about the vibrator for a minute and I jammed myself roughly onto the prong mashing my head against the rubber base. I felt the vibrations but pulled off quickly and jammed it back. Yes. This is going to do it. Its not the vibrations that’ll get me off but just jamming my fucking head against the wall. And then I felt it from my core. First the tightening, then the spasms, and then the cum rushing forward with the first spurt being met by my cock slit invader as I bucked myself backwards so I could get the cursed thing out of me and shoot properly, only to be met by the boot of Jason which was squarely on my tailbone trapping me on the rod. Unnhh. Unnhh. Unnhh. The spasms stopped. I felt the boot move and I slowly moved backwards, one drop of my thwarted cum left on the mini cock. Then I pulled myself all the way off and my load slipped from the end of my cock. Not a manly spurt. Not shooting with force against the wall, but dripping and oozing totally out of my control.
“Every inch of you is now a pussy, Stephen, do you realize that.” I hung my head.
“Not only is that smooth dick of yours smaller than mine but its nothing more than a little pussy.” At this point I wanted nothing more than to be out of this devilish new toy which had turned into yet another thing to tease and torment me.
“What are we going to call that thing? A dussy? A pick? Dunt? We’ll have to think about that. Do you want to get out of your new present?” “Yes, please, I muttered.” “Okay, you know what to do.” Jason pulled me to my feet and I shuffled over to the counter. “I’ll be in the study.” I leaned forward and opened my mouth and sucked the end of my SBF into my mouth, clenching my teeth around its base. Carefully I made my way down the stairs and dropped to my knees outside of the study. Then, with the SBF still sucked into my face, I approached Jason on my knees and at his feet, lay it down. Then I knelt straight and said “please will you lock my into Stephen’s Best Friend.” Cold stare and then, “please Jason, I love you and I am begging you to lock me into my Best Friend. I want to be in it for you, so you know I am not only faithful but that I will make any sacrifice for you. Please let me wear it for you. I want you to know I am committed to you forever. Please, please put it on me.”