Everyone in this story is over twenty-one years old.
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Spalding knelt, knees pressed painfully into the hardwood floor as he wiped his mouth.
"No hands, Spal, honey." said Spalding's cousin Starla, as she lounged in the LaZ-Boy recliner Spal had purchased for her birthday.
Was she going to flash her boobs at him? Spal remembered a heavenly afternoon, when she'd been in a generous mood, and he'd gotten to see a nipple while she sat and he jerked off onto the floor before, of course, using his tongue to clean it up.
Now, she was businesslike in front of her annoying new boyfriend, Parks "Porky" Peterson, who Spalding had just fellated.
Spalding swallowed, and looked up with loathing at Porky.
So humiliating. When Spalding had started up at Yale Law School, he, his cousin Sterling, also a law student, and Porky had been great buddies.
Spal and Porky had been co-captains of the Rugby team, and had had a lot of laughs, although Porky had been puzzled that Spal never came out at night.
They'd been President and Vice-Prez of the Yale Young Republicans, and the Student Conservatives and both on the rowing team, all that good shit.
And Spalding was famous around campus for being a fifth degree black belt, for teaching women's kickboxing...but the macho thing is gone now.
Starla, Sterling's sister and Spalding's adorable cousin was a senior at Yale, and would often meet the boys for beer and chips at the Rathskeller.
At the time, Porky had no idea that at home, Spal's cousins kept him naked and servile.
Starla's friends had been made aware of Spalding's state, and had enjoyed it immensely.
Star didn't live in the Kappa Kappa Delta house, but she was still a sorority member, and had brought home her "sisters" to enjoy Spalding's energetic tongue.
Danae, Danita and Cezanne had really enjoyed the treatment, pressing the remote to the shocking testicle collar to zap him into licking faster...
But this was the first time he'd been exposed to one of his own friends!
There would be no more throwing the Frisbee and laughing it up, he thought.
Spalding had never considered Porky's knowing his enslaved status.
Star really should have discussed it with him first. You want your classmates to respect you, as they may be lawyers with valuable business contacts later on.
Once, a bunch of friends had been out backpacking, and Star had gotten annoyed on a hike because Spal had forgotten to bring some Deer Park water. She'd taken him away from the group into the deep woods, and cut a switch...
Spal had stripped obediently, but had wisely put his jockey shorts in his mouth to keep from screaming, so no one would know of the humiliating punishment-fifty lashes across his back, buttocks and thighs...
When they'd returned to their friends, Porky had asked why Spal was all teared up, and he blamed it that time, on allergies, as Star had snickered.
There were a few others who knew about Spal, but just because they were in the same boat. Neville and Nestor Nesbitt, the wealthy middle aged twins who bankrolled the Student Conservative Association and the Yale student right-wing newspaper, of which Spal was a columnist, had fallen under Star's spell...
One day Spal had come in to see the old guys side by side on their knees, Neville licking Star's twat as Nestor sucked Sterling's dick...both old geezers covered in welts from a piece of barbed wire Star had cut from their property...
It was a great form of second income, and of course the Nesbitts would never reveal Spal's involvement in the femdom life...
But what would Porky do?
Now, Porky, zipping himself up now while relaxing on the couch, smiled sheepishly at Starla, somewhat hypnotized by her cleavage, which bounced when she chortled.
And Star was a mirthful girl!
"I can't believe I just went through that." Porky said, looking critically at his old buddy kneeling silently on the floor.
"Best BJ you've ever had, I bet."
"It was really good, yes"
"That's thanks to my intensive training, and my Aunt Rosalie's before that."
"Spalding's a regular guy, Starla. He's k kicked my ass when we've wrestled and stuff. So he's bisexual, or a fag?"
Starla tossed a blonde curl. "No, Spal's completely straight, but as a submissive this is part of his regimen. I've put him in full drag and makeup and had him service jar heads from the Marine base."
Porky's jaw dropped. "His regimen?"
"Yeah. my brother Sterling and I aren't from the really wealthy branch of the Tyll family, though I am almost sure Spal's dad stole the patent from my dad for the money they live on."
Star gave Spalding a wicked grin, and leaned down and slapped him hard across the face.
"I'm still kinda pissed about that, we grew up on welfare and all, and I take it out on Spal all the time."
"That's too bad." Porky said, giving Spalding a reproving look.
"We wouldn't have been able to afford Yale, though our test scores were really high, if Spalding hadn't contacted us because he functions better when, er-"
"Being kinky?" Porky looked a little doubtful.
"Spal grew up in a female dominated household and lived at home when he was in college back in Buttermilk Falls. His mom, my Aunt Rosalie and his sister Maisie looked after his needs then, but here in Connecticut, he was at a loss."
Porky looked pityingly at Spalding, who began getting enraged.
How dare this geek who can't break a C in Intellectual Property seminar pity me?
But, despite his healthy ego being assaulted, the humiliation of the whole thing made Spal's dick squeeze painfully, pushing against the tight chastity cage.
This new device was different than the one Spal was used to. This cage had a piercing that, if another lock was added, prevented the wearer from being able to urinate.
So, in addition to whippings, enemas, strap-on rape, orgasm denial and other tortures, Spal's cousins could also lock his cock so he couldn't use the toilet until he was weeping and his bladder was about to explode.
Sometimes Star locked it and sent him off to school, and he had to drink very little before running home after classes and hoping she'd relinquish the "pee key".
It really kept Spalding in his place.
