By Forced Chastity Lover
Jayson’s Nightmare Advances
The door opened after what seemed like a long interval. Jayson looked to see his best friend, Fred, and Ryan walk into the converted supply closet.
“Ryan, I have to admit that this has been very handy,” Fred said as he pulled his cock out of his shorts. He stepped up close and let his cock drop over the edge of the funnel. He immediately let the piss flow and didn’t have to hold his cock. Jayson could see and hear the piss exiting the cock, into the funnel, and down into his slightly bloated stomach. He had lost track of how many men had used him tonight, but he knew that this was Fred’s third trip in. He knew that under his mask, he was blushing profusely.
“I can’t believe that someone would actually want to do this.”
“Well, different kinks for different folks. Isn’t that right, fag?”
Jayson nodded yes as much as he could because he saw Ryan fingering the remote.
Continuing to piss, Fred asked, “Doesn’t he object to being called a fag. I mean, isn’t that derogatory for gays?”
Ryan smirked behind Fred’s back as he said, “Fags are a subset of gay people. They enjoy being submissive and serving other guys at their whims. Not all gays are fags, and not all submissives are fags, but those who feel truly inferior to others embrace it. Why the hell do you think he had tattoos above his cock and one on his cockhead?”
“Yeah, well that’s fucked up. But to each his own, I guess. I just wish that Jayson was around to use him as well.” As he neared the end of pissing, he pulled his cock out of the funnel and pissed over Jayson. It certainly wasn’t the first time tonight. In fact, he smelled like a rest area bathroom. As he put his cock back into his shorts, he looked at Jayson and said, “Glad I could give you what you wanted, fag. Guess tonight has been a win -win,” he chuckled and walked out.
“It’s been a win for me for sure,” Ryan said as he left.
Jayson couldn’t decide what was worse – having his best friend use him as a urinal or having the presidents of the other frats use him. Especially Dwayne, his lifelong rival and nemesis. If Dwayne ever found out who he had been using, Jayson wasn’t sure he would survive the humiliation. He was also amazed at how “accepting” everyone had been when they walked in. But Ryan had been quick to point out the chastity devices, the tattoos, and Jayson nodding yes when asked if he liked it. Frat boys were adaptable to just about anything – especially if it meant lording it over other jocks.
A couple of more brothers came in to use him, and Jayson relieved himself, but he still felt bloated and full. Just as it finally seemed the party was dying down and his urinal time was ending, the door opened, and Ryan walked in, closing the door behind him.
Ryan pulled his cock out of his shorts, walked over, and began pissing into the funnel. “You make an excellent urinal, fag. We’ll have to make sure to do this more often in the future. You will be the talk of the university. Of course, that might mean the admin will want to speak with us. But once you convince them you wanted to do this, nothing will be said about it.” Ryan gave an evil little smirk as he looked at Jayson.
Finished urinating, he put his cock away and picked up the remote. He turned it so Jayson could see it had been dialed back to 2.
“Now, we have to change your outfit for your next little adventure, but first we need to clean you up a little.” He walked over and picked up a short garden hose attached to an outlet. He turned it on, adjusted the spray, and then turned it on Jayson’s body. Jayson grunted when the first wave of water hit him because it was ice-cold. “No sense wasting hot water on you,” Ryan laughed.
“Ok, I’m going to change your hood, but don’t forget our little friend here.” Jayson began to complain and beg, but no recognizable words came out.
“Now, now, I know you want to thank me for all I’ve done for you tonight, but there is no need for that. Believe me, it has been my PLEASURE,” Ryan taunted. “Just remember to be quiet after I remove this apparatus.”
After saying that, Jayson disconnected the straps holding the funnel in place and slowly removed it. Jayson could feel the tube slipping out of his throat and out of his mouth. Next, Ryan unlocked the hood from the collar and unzipped it. It took some tugging, as it was so tight, but Ryan finally freed the hood and removed it.
“Please, Ryan, no more. I won’t say anything to anyone, but please…” Ryan begged.
Ryan put a finger on Jayson’s lips and said, “Rember Fag, no talking. As I said, you don’t have to thank me.”
“Please, man, no more, pleas…..ahhhhh,” Jayson tried to scream as a quick shock hit his balls, but the sound was muffled as Ryan had clamped his hand over Jayson’s mouth.
“Are you an idiot or something? I said, no talking.” While still holding his hand over Jayson’s mouth, Ryan picked up the remote and showed it to him as he clicked the number up to six. “Understand?” Jayson nodded because seeing the number go up had triggered his fear. He had no doubts that Ryan would use it.
“Good.”
Removing his hand, Ryan reached over to a shelf and picked up another leather object. He showed it to Jayson. It was another leather mask, similar to the one he had just worn. However, in place of the small opening for the mouth, there was now a rigid rubber ‘o’ ring, which many, ironically, called a piss gag. This one had been modified somewhat, as at the lower end, a flat, curved, stiff piece of rubber protruded outward by a couple of inches. Also, along the inside of the ring, a series of soft bristles covered it.
“Open wide,” Ryan demanded. When Jayson didn’t reply fast enough, Ryan fingered the remote, and Jayson obeyed.
Ryan took the thick rubber protrusion and placed it in the mouth in front of him. He lodged the lower edge of the rubber ring against Jayson’s lower teeth, then tilted the entire thing until the upper edge was lodged under the upper teeth, stretching the mouth wide open. When the rubber protrusion is tilted in the mouth, it forces the tongue down to the floor of the mouth, removing it from obstructing, or trying to obstruct anything introduced into the mouth. A secondary effect was to muffle any sound, so speech was largely unrecognizable.
Ryan pulled, stretched, and manipulated the leather mask until it was firmly in place. He zippered it down the back and locked the zipper to the collar. Standing back, he took a good look. Jayson’s head was once again reduced to a leather-covered object with openings for the eyes and the nares, and his mouth stretched open, resembling the creature in the painting, “The Scream.”
“Looks good. To start the next part of your adventure, I have a special guest. Someone I know, you will be extra grateful to get things started.” As he said that the door was opened and, Dwayne, the rival frat president and Jayson’s lifelong hated rival, walked in.
“Ryan here informed me that you have several functions, faggot. And I get to use you again, but for something different this time.” With the last sentence, he had lowered his voice, and you could hear the snarkiness in it.
Dwayne unzipped his jeans, pulled them down to his knees, causing his cock to pop out as he was going commando. Dwayne rubbed his cock briefly, causing it to harden to its full 5 inches of thickness. While short, it was very thick. Dwayne stepped forward and placed just the tip of it against the ‘o’ ring. He then reached up and grabbed the ‘ears’ on the mask, obviously to use as handholds.
“Here’s a real man’s cock for you, fag,” he said as he suddenly thrust his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt. Standing behind Dwayne, Ryan rolled his eyes at the comment, giving his opinion on that statement.
While Jayson didn’t usually have much of a gag reflex, the sudden slamming of the cock into the back of the throat did elicit a response, which was made worse because Dwayne did not pull back but kept his dick balls deep in Jayson’s throat, causing him to have difficulty breathing.
“Probably should just keep it there so he dies at the hands of a real man,” Dwayne teased.
After a few more seconds, Dwayne pulled back, allowing Jayson to gasp for some air. Dwayne quickly began thrusting in and out of the open and willing mouth before him. The soft bristles on the inside of the cock ring rubbed along his cock, sending a pleasurable sensation through him.
Suddenly, Dwayne grunted, drove his cock inward, and held it. Jayson could feel the spasms of Dwayne’s body as his cock ejaculated. He could also feel the cum hitting the back of his throat. After several spasms, Dwayne jerked his cock out so the last few pumps deposited cum on Jayson’s chest and abs.
Stepping back, Dwayne took a deep breath. “Not too bad. Not like a true pussy, but it worked out.” Dwayne bent over and looked Jayson right in the eye. “And the bonus is that for the first time in your miserable faggot life, you have the cum of a real man inside that body.” He laughed as he pulled his jeans up, turned, high-fived Ryan, and walked out.
Ryan grabbed the leash and began unattaching Jayson from the wall and bench. He ordered him to his feet and had him take a couple of steps to get used to walking with the chain between his ankle again.
“Okay, let’s get you moved to the proper spot for your next adventure,” Ryan said as he exited the room, pulling Jayson along. He walked across the room, eliciting some hoots from the few frat boys still around, and out the back door, into the alley behind the frat house. Jayson hesitated at the doorway, but the pull on the leash propelled him outward.
Jayson could just imagine what would be presented if anyone saw them. A handsome, muscular, athletic, clothed jock holding a leash that was attached to an unclothed muscular “object.” For how else could you describe it? A tight leather-covered head, a hairless body, two nipple shields with trapped nips, a tube-covered cock with a pink head with “fag” tattooed on it, “FAG” tattooed at the base of the cock, its arms immobilized behind the back, and two cuffed ankles with a chain between. Quite a sight indeed.
The alley was empty of people, so the walk was done in privacy. However, once they exited the alley and crossed the road, a group of people, obviously returning from a bar outing, laughed and began shouting obscenities and other insults at them. Jayson blushed in his humiliation, but due to the leather mask and the nighttime sky, it was not obvious.
Ryan ignored the taunts as he led Jayson across the street and through the archway entry into the ironically named Masters Park. The park was situated on land donated by Mr. Masters in the last century, hence the name. At this time of night, the park was mostly deserted, but solar lights dimly lit the pathways. As they walked into the park, Jayson figured out where they were going and moaned.
“Aah, I see you are familiar with Pickup Acres,” Ryan said. This part of the park was called such by the younger generation because it was where they went for anonymous assignations. It was mostly gay men, but occasionally a straight couple would wander in. In the center of the area, there was an open spot about 20 feet across. This was surrounded by a thick layer of trees, giving a great deal of privacy. On the far side of the open area, just into the trees, was an oddity – a streetlamp. Trees and bushes surrounded this lamp. No one knew quite why it was there, but that was where Ryan was heading.
As he and Jayson traversed the open area, they ran into a small group of skinhead types. “Whoa, looks like someone is out having some fun,” one of the skins stated as he took a puff on his cigarette.
“Well, he hopes too, but he is going to need some accomplishes to do so. And he isn’t too particular.”
“Sounds like an invitation to me. Come on, boys,” the skin replied as he followed Ryan and his leashed pet. They arrived at the lamppost area, where Jayson was turned and pushed back against the pole first, leaving his entire front open to everyone.
“Goddamn, I haven’t seen that before. He is openly advertising he is a fag.” He stepped closer and looked at the cockcage and ball prison. “Damn, looks like he enjoys playing at chastity.”
“Oh, he isn’t playing at it. He has had himself placed in permanent chastity.”
“Permanent, yeah. He just has to slip it off, and he is good to go.”
“Nah, he had these permanently placed. Step over here.” The group of guys crowded around as Ryan showed off Jayson’s cock tube and ball prison.
“Holy fuck, you are really serious about this, are you?” the leader said as he looked at Jayson, who nodded yes, reluctantly. “Damn.”
Ryan laughed as he put his hands on Jayson’s shoulder and applied pressure so that he dropped to his knees and then sat back on his heels. Ryan took a large plastic zip tie, placed it around the thigh and ankle, and tightened it. He repeated it on the other side. He placed another zip tie around the pole, through the D-ring on the back of the collar, and tightened it up. Jayson was now firmly attached to the pole.
“The fag is open for business,” Ryan said, laughing at his own joke.
In no time at all, one of the skins had his jeans around his ankles and was skull fucking Jayson with abandon. When it came time to ejaculate, he deposited most of the sperm into Jayson’s mouth, but also at the end withdrew so that some cum landed on his chest and abs.
Once he finished, he was quickly replaced by another cock. For the next two hours, Jayson was subjected to almost continuous mouth fucking action with deposition of sperm both in his mouth and on his person. The violence of the fucking varied from gentle to a true skull fucking. On Several occasions, Jayson did regurgitate previously swallowed cum. Several of the fuckers also took the opportunity to use Jayson as a urinal.
Finally, it looked like the final person was ready to use Jayson. He felt some relief when he noted the skinny skinhead approach him. That relief rapidly evaporated once the skin had his cock out and it was in his hand. It appeared to be at least 10 inches long and very thick. It was truly a tight fit. It took several thrusts before Jayson was able to accommodate the full length of the cock. Once he was pubs deep, the skin simply held close until Jayson was starting to struggle to breathe. He pulled back, but then thrust forward rapidly. Soon, he had a brutal rhythm going, which resulted in a massive ejaculation.
As he pulled out and wiped his cock on Jayson’s leather mask, Ryan asked, “Anyone else? No? Well, our fag here would like to thank everyone for their contributions. Don’t you?” Ryan said, looking at Jayson. He simply nodded as best he could.
After he thanked them, they began to drift away. “That was impressive,” Ryan said as he went about freeing his captive from the pole. Once he was free, Ryan helped him to his feet and began leading him out of the park. It was early morning now, so there were some people out and about, but not enough to worry about.
They exited the park from a different location, which led onto a rather busy street. Car traffic was picking up, but foot traffic was still scarce. Several cars honked at the duo as they walked down the street. Suddenly, Ryan turned left down an alley and entered a door with a sign above it saying “Tattooing and Piercing.” Jayson felt a knot of discomfort in his stomach as they entered. He tried to resist, but Ryan reached back and grabbed his metal-covered balls and jerked him in.
“You’re a little late,” the tattooist said. Jayson realized it was the guy from earlier in the day.
“Yeah, he proved to be a little more popular than I anticipated. But we are here now.” Ryan stepped over and gave him a deep kiss.
“Still want to do the previously agreed-upon items?”
“Yep. Now more so than ever, as he more than lived up to his potential.”
“Well, first off, we need to get him cleaned up so we can do our thing.” Having said this, the tattooist grabbed the leash from Ryan, led Jayson back out into the alley, and then hooked the leash to an eyebolt in the brick wall. He walked over and turned on a garden hose, using it to rinse Jayson off. The water was ice-cold and quite a shock. Out of habit, Jayson squirmed but wasn’t able to get out of the stream.
Spike turned off the water, walked over, grabbed the leash, and led Jayson back into his shop. He walked him over to a small picnic table and had him sit at the end. Ryan reached down and placed the chain between the ankle cuffs under two eyebolts in the floor. It took some prodding to get them in place. The result was that Jayson wasn’t going to be able to get up and move.
While Ryan had been adjusting the chains, Spike had begun unbuckling the arm corset. In a matter of seconds, Jayson’s arms were free. He winched as he brought them down and around his side. Having been in bondage for so long, they were sore and stiff.
“Don’t try anything stupid, boy,” Spike said, and he slapped Jayson upside his head. He sat down across from him and looked him in the eye. “Ryan, here, is going to remove the hood and that wonderfully useful gag. You are not going to say anything. Understand?”
When Jayson took too long to answer, he felt a quick slam to his nuts. Ryan had tapped the remote, sending a shock to his balls. Jayson quickly nodded up and down.
“Good,” Spike said as he got up and walked into the other room.
Ryan had to struggle to get the mask and gag out because it fit so tightly, but finally, he got it free. Jayson shook his head, and sweat flew from him. Ryan laughed as he took a rough towel and wiped off Jayson’s head and face. He wasn’t gentle.
Spike walked over to the table, carrying a tray with dry cereal, bread, and a pitcher of water. Jayson, who really hadn’t thought about food for nearly the last 24 hours, suddenly felt ravishness.
“Now, don’t be getting any ideas that we are going soft or really give a shit about you,” Spike said. “But you have a long day ahead of you, and I don’t need you getting dehydrated or passing out on me. I don’t need to be worrying about your stupid, worthless ass.” He slid the tray onto the table, and Jayson immediately began eating with his hands and sucking down water.
The door opened, and an older version of Spike walked in.
“Has the fun begun yet?”
“No, pops, it hasn’t. Just getting set up to work on the faggot,” Spike replied.
“Alright then. I hate it when I miss the good stuff.” With that, Spike and his Dad began setting up for Jayson’s next adventure. An incline bench, like you would see in a gym, but wider, was pulled out. On each side of it, an easel-like stand with a board full of holes was placed and adjusted.
By then, Jayson had finished his breakfast, so Ryan walked over and produced a cock gag. It wasn’t super big, but it was enough to fill Jayson’s mouth. Jayson didn’t even think about resisting, just opened as it was inserted and strapped into place. The ankle chain was freed from the eyebolts in the floor, and Jayson was walked over to the incline bench. He was sitting against it, with straps around his thighs, his abs, and across his chest.
“Won’t the chest straps be in the way of the pec tats?” Ryan asked.
“We’ll do the biceps first and then the pecs. We’ll move it when necessary.”
Each arm was positioned to hang over the easels on either side. The easels were adjusted so that their tops were deep in the pits. Each arm was bent at the elbow, and straps were attached to the wrists and just above and below each elbow. This placed the biceps in prominent positions.
Transfer papers, with the appropriate tat, were placed on each bicep and rubbed to transfer the design to the skin once Ryan was pleased with the placement. “There will be doubt what he is once we have finished,” Spike’s dad said matter-of-factly as he set up his tattooing equipment. Spike did the same on the opposite side. A blindfold was applied to Jayson so that he wouldn’t ruin the surprise that would eventually reveal itself.
“This is going to take several hours, so why don’t you go away and come back around lunchtime?” Spike said as he applied the tip of the needle to the skin. Jayson flinched with the contact.
“Sure thing,” Ryan said as he walked out.
Jayson tried to talk through the gag once more to beg them to stop.
“Save your breath,” Spike’s dad stated. “We don’t care if you want this or not; you are going to get it. So just sit back and relax.” He then chuckled. “Plus, this will make your life much easier in the future.”
“All done,” Ryan heard as he walked in the door. He walked over to Jayson and took a look at both of the tats. “Absofuckingly perfect,” he laughed. He gave a high five to both Spike and his dad.
The arm straps were removed, the easels taken away, and the tats were bandaged. The wrists were then attached to wrist restraints near the edge of the inclined bench. The strap around the pecs was removed, and a thicker strap was placed around the neck to hold Jayson in place. Transfer sheets were applied to the pecs, and once Ryan was satisfied with the placement, the design was transferred. Ryan then left for the next few hours.
Spike and his dad took a short break for lunch and a beer, while Jayson just sat there with his mind running rampant. After the events of the last 24 hours, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to resume a normal life. But of course, he wasn’t. Ryan had other plans.
The two tattooists returned to their chairs and began working on Jayson’s impressive pecs. Both were particularly appreciative of the tit shields and would occasionally touch or twist just to hear Jayson react in pain.
When Ryan returned, Spike and his dad were sitting at the picnic table, drinking beer and playing cards. He walked over to Jayson and looked at the two tats on his pecs. He laughed. Spike came over and dressed the tats. He then helped Jayson reapply a leather hood, hiding his identity once again. Didn’t want it revealed too soon. Jayson was freed from the bench, and his hands were cuffed behind his back.
“If we get stopped, you are a filthy pervert who wants this,” Ryan reminded Jayson. He gave the remote a short tap to remind him what was possible. Jayson nodded yes.
The walk back to the frat house was a nightmare for Jayson. He was sure he was beet red by the time they got back, even if no one knew who he was. The lewd comments, expressions of shock and disgust, and even being spit at had worked to amplify his humiliation. At one point, two police officers had walked over, and he knew that he was about to be arrested. However, he thought that might be a good thing. He would have a chance to explain what was happening – assuming Ryan didn’t hit his remote first. To his disappointment, however, the two officers just wanted to thank Ryan for getting “a piece of trash” under control and off the street. This furthered his humiliation because he was supposed to be the BMOC, not this perverted little faggot walking around.
Ryan entered the frat house through the alley door and got Jayson back up to the attic without being seen. He was strapped back to the wall, the mirrors adjusted, and then Ryan removed the coverings over his tats.
As Jayson looked at each tat and then the overall picture, he became more and more horrified. He knew he could never wear short sleeves or tank tops, or be shirtless, ever again. Every time he looked in the mirror, he would be reminded of what he had become.
“NOOOOOO,” Jayson screamed at the top of his lungs as he awakened. However, once again, his body betrayed him as he arched up and ejaculated multiple spurts of cum everywhere. If possible, even more than last time.
As he dropped back to the bed and slowed his breath, he was mumbling, “Why? Why the fuck am I cumming? That was horrible, disgusting, not something to enjoy.”
He quickly toweled off, grabbed a clean towel, and headed for the bathroom and showers. His cock was still full, although not hard. He was in such a rush that he forgot to even put his shorts on. As he exited the doorway, he literally ran into someone.
“Watch where you are going,” the voice said. Jayson realized it was Ryan, evidently returning from a late night out. “Wow, I guess you have been watching and playing with other things,” he replied as he looked down at Jayson’s naked groin.
“Fuck you,” Jayson said with a tremulous voice.
“Naw, looks like you’ve already fucked someone.”
Ryan continued down the hall and into the bathroom, but not before slapping the frat president’s ass. When Ryan slapped his ass, Jayson’s mind flashed on a couple of imaging of his last 24 hours. His cock responded.
“No, no, no,” Jayson said as he continued down to the bathroom. Once again, he found Ryan at the urinals. He almost turned and walked out, but knew he really needed a shower.
“Fuck it. I can do this,” he murmured to himself as he walked to the urinal farthest from Ryan. Standing there, he could hear his nemesis’ piss hitting the urinal. He couldn’t help himself as he looked over. Just like last time, as soon as he saw the pissing cock, his mind pulled up the image of Ryan pissing into the funnel and thus into Jayson. His cock hardened a little, and his stream slowed down.
“Liking what you see,” Ryan teased as he shook his cock and put it back into his shorts.
Jayson turned back to the wall but didn’t say anything. He did blush, however. Had he bothered to look back, he would have seen Ryan washing his hands and staring at him in the mirror. It was NOT a benevolent look. Ryan dried his hands and exited the bathroom, while Jayson hopped into the shower. Scenes from his dream kept populating the screen in his mind, and he eventually jacked off to try to tame his cock. It worked. However, after the second ejaculation of the night, he felt shame. How the hell could that nightmare cause him to become excited?