By Marknorth

Part 2

I sat and stared at the screen for a long time. I re-read the old message that was in the pop-up window mocking me. What the hell had happened? How the hell was I so stupid? I reread the last paragraph for the umpteenth time:

Remember when you asked me about those pathetic postings from those other guys who I have locked-up? None of them set a time limit on their lock-ups either. Now they all beg for release. You’ll be just like them soon enough………

I was so frickin’ turned on by the whole idea of having someone keep my cock locked up that I hadn’t even taken a moment to think before snapping the device in place. My heart had been racing when I heard the quiet “snick” as the locks engaged. But it was the rush that I had been anticipating for so long, but then he turned it on and the pain shot through my balls and groin. My heart was racing for an entirely different reason then.

I looked down at it hanging between my legs. The black penis tube and the translucent cock ring with its barely visible electronics made it look like something out of a Sci-Fi movie. I would never have imagined something like it could exist and now it was locked on. Permanently for all I knew. I couldn’t even see my dick, let alone touch it.

What was I going to do? If he was telling the truth – and right now I had no reason to doubt that – he would have complete and utter control over me. Not just my dick, but me. My mind was racing as I sat there looking at the screen. I noticed the icon for the software he had downloaded and that was now running in the background, as it would be from now on. I clicked on it only to be rewarded with a solid shock to my balls from the device. I jumped up in surprise and the shock started to get worse – not unbearable, but growing in intensity. I quickly closed the application and the shock stopped.

Fuck. I looked at the new phone that he had sent and the icon for his “beg me” app was on the menu bar – another program that would never be closed until he allowed it. On the screen there was also a small window that I resized. As he had mentioned, it was a status monitor for the device. The indicators showed the battery power to be fully charged, distance to the device was less than a foot, punishment status – none active. What? Punishment status? Shit. I’m sure that I didn’t want to know exactly what that meant, but enough scenarios to scare the crap out of me began racing through my mind.

I began to get really scared. If the few shocks that I had experience in the last few minutes were only a small percentage of what this thing was capable of there would be no way that I could disobey him. Even a slightly more intense shock would have me begging for it to stop. I had a feeling that I would do whatever he told me to do with the threat of more pain.

I was shaking with anger and fear. I kept asking myself how did I let this happen, but the answer was so simple – I was so horned up when I saw the device and heard his voice that I never hesitated. I screwed myself. I could only hope that I could eventually talk my way out of this predicament. Then I remembered the blog posts from those other guys. The pathetic, pleading, begging for release posts that often went unanswered.

He wouldn’t release me until he was ready to do so.

I reached for the transceiver that was plugged into the side USB port with the intention of yanking it out and letting the device burn itself out. Maybe he was exaggerating. The pain might be terrible, but could it really maim me? It was the only way out that I could see. I couldn’t turn my life over to him completely. I had no idea who he was, where he was, or what he might make me do.

Just as I grabbed the transceiver the incoming mail chime went off. I noticed he was the sender. What the hell was he physic? Was he watching on the laptop camera? The subject was “the rules.” I then recalled that he was going to send a recap of everything that he had told me. I imagined there would be much more in that email, as well. I pulled my hand away from the transceiver and opened the email.

After reading his “rules” I started to make notes of the questions that I wanted answered. It was hard to focus and I already was distracted constantly by my dick struggling to get hard. How the hell could I still be turned on by any of this?

Later in the evening I tried a few experiments. I roamed around my apartment to test the range of the transceiver. No shocks. I then went out into the hallway and was dropped in my tracks when I reached the limit of its range. The warning tingling was almost immediately replaced by a painful shock that kept escalating. It was all I could do to crawl back down the hallway to make it stop. I pulled myself up against the wall and sat there for a long time before I was able to drag myself back to my apartment.

I did the same with the phone. I stuffed it in my pocket and left my apartment. I hesitated as I reached the point in the hallway that marked the transceiver’s range. Taking small steps forward to test it before I continued walking – no shock. I walked to the corner of my block and back without incident. So far, at least, he had told me the truth.

A little over 24 hours later I emailed him a list of questions. There were over two dozen of them as I had tried to think of everything that might come into play with this device and his control of it and me. There was a reply in moments.

I am glad that you took the time to contemplate your situation in such detail. Many of the other guys just email threats and rants. Those guys are usually the slowest of learners and the ones that I have little tolerance for. Their cocks remain locked for a long time.

I will review each of your questions in detail and respond to those that I feel deserve an answer. Recall that whether answered or not, you will never ask any of these questions again. I have very little patience and only ask that my orders are followed to the letter. Very simple, really.

I see that you tried to open the application on your laptop. I assume that you won’t so that again. The shock was minor this time. It will be worse with every future attempt.

I also see that you tested the range of the transceiver. Could thing that you were able to get back into range before the shock got any worse, don’t you think?

Since today is Sunday and you haven’t updated your calendar to reflect any personal activities, I think we can start to train you.

You have 10 minutes to get to southeast corner of 3rd and Park. Once there wait on the sidewalk. I’ll give you further instructions when you get there.

Crap. At a brisk pace it was about 15 minutes to that intersection. I wasn’t fully dressed so I started to panic as I pulled on a t-shirt and shoes. I almost forgot the phone as I dashed out of the apartment. I hit the sidewalk in a jog and just barely made it within the 10 minute window. Now what?

I stood there for a few minutes looking at the phone waiting for an IM or email. Nothing came. I started to walk back towards home but got only a few steps before the tingling started from the device. I stopped. I tried another step and the shock became more intense. I turned around and walked back towards the intersection but was able to take only two steps before the tingling started again. What the fuck? I tried going the other directions with the same results.

Then it dawned on me. He had me trapped in small space in the middle of the sidewalk on one of the busiest intersections in the city. No matter which way I tried to walk I was stopped by a shock that was increasing in severity with each step that I tried to take. I just stood there. What else could I do? People were pushing past me and several swore at me for being in their way. I continued to watch the phone for any indication from him. Nothing came. I had to keep experimenting to see if I could move from the spot, but the shocks kept me where I was. I must have looked like a lunatic shuffling back and forth, but never moving more than two steps in any direction. Finally, the phone vibrated and a text message popped up:

Having fun? I could keep you on that spot for another two or three hours. Hell, I could keep you there all night if I wanted. I wonder how long before the cops would notice and try to take you in? The pain would be terrible for you as they tried to drag you away.

You will remain where you are for exactly one more hour. You will then go directly back to your apartment. Since getting to this spot in 15 minutes was easy, it should take a lot less to get back. I’ll give you 9 minutes to be in your apartment after the hour passes.

Enjoy your stay!

The screen went blank. Fucker! I had already been standing here for almost an hour as it was; now I had another hour to wait. His mention of the cops made me nervous. What if they did come? I’m sure I looked like a mad man standing there. Hell, it was the city – who would even notice?

I raced back to the apartment with no time to spare. I noticed the tingling in the device as I neared my door. Had it been any longer I’m sure it would have quickly become painful.

Once inside I slumped against the door and slid down to the floor, breathing heavily. I was contemplating all the things this guy could do to make my life a living hell. The possibilities were endless and I started to sob as I realized that, for the foreseeable future anyway, my life was going to suck.

Finally, I got up and headed to the bathroom. I needed a shower after the running and stress. As I passed my desk I noticed the new mail indicator on the laptop’s screen. There were two emails from him. The first was a snide “congratulations” for getting back to the apartment in time, but it was the second one that held my attention.

I have been scouring your work and personal calendars. I hope they are up to date as I have filled in many of the “blanks.” As I mentioned, I will not interfere with your ability to earn a living but every other minute of your life is fair game.

I haven’t had such a wide-open opportunity to completely control someone else’s life like this and I intend to take full advantage of it.

I suspect that, from your point of view at least, your life is going to be somewhat unpleasant from now on. Maybe you will earn release from that device eventually; but how long before I allow that to happen remains entirely up to me.

That was a little over 10 months ago. 10 months and 8 days to be exact. I know that because the application monitor on the smart phone now includes that information in addition to the other readouts. I will be reminded of the time I have been cock-locked and under his control every time I glance at it.

To say the past months haven’t been pleasant would be an understatement. My life is no longer my own. I have felt more like a puppet than a man. But am I really a man anymore since I can’t see or touch my own cock? I have had plenty of time to ask that question of myself as I sat confined in my apartment or held prisoner in alleys by an invisible electronic fence that is capable of causing unbearable pain.

Oh there have been a few periods of relative freedom – week here or there where I am left to my own devices, so to speak. Free to roam where I please when I please. Those times become a form of torture in and of themselves, as I know full well that they will end too soon.

I have saved his emails as a sort of diary of my suffering; an historical log chronicling his cleverness and cruelty. Why I reread them I’m not sure. To my shock my dick struggles mightily as I review them. No matter how I hate what he has done to me, it is still a turn on. Somehow I want him to control me in this way. I have given over my life to a complete stranger; a person that I will never meet.

Good morning. Today you will experience some of this city’s finest public resources. You have less than 10 minutes to get to the corner bus stop. Get on the first bus and ride it until I text you permission to stop. You’ll have the opportunity to get to know the drivers as they change shifts and see the same route over and over. Maybe I’ll be one of the passengers that join your ride for a brief period. Who knows? Go!

I rode that bus for over 6 hours. Nothing to eat, drink or do but stare out the window and watch the same damn scenery go by. The drivers all questioned my, but there is nothing illegal about what I was doing so there was really nothing they could do about me sitting there through their entire shift. I suspiciously eyed passengers for the first few hours wondering which one might be him – if any. I am sure he was fucking with my mind, as well as my body.

After work today you will walk north on 16th street until you cross Oak. A half a block past Oak turn left in the first alley. Walk to the chain link fence at the far end and stop. You will remain there until further instructions are given. It will be dark by the time you are released.

This morning you will don sweats and a t-shirt. Appear on your laptop camera on your knees until I release you then jog to the park and continue to run the paths until I tell you to stop. Remember, I can monitor your pace so I will know if you start to walk rather than jog. We need to keep you in shape don’t you think?

I jogged for almost an hour before I couldn’t any longer. As I slowed the pain in my groin began to increase. I tried, but just couldn’t maintain a jogging pace. By the time the shocks subsided somewhat I was curled in a ball on the grass next to the path. The pain didn’t completely stop, but was bearable. I read the text that accompanied the pain only to be told that if I didn’t start to jog again the pain would return – which is exactly what started to happen. I dragged myself up and started to jog. It was a slow pace, but must have satisfied him, as the device stopped shocking me.

Several times I had to rush to get someplace private so I could recharge the device before it shocked the hell out of me. The tingling reminder ramped slowly but steadily in these cases, but I knew I didn’t have too much time.

Several times he allowed me to remove the cock sheath and wash my dick. It is always on camera with no opportunity to jack off. The first time I thought it would give me the opportunity to quickly yank the cock ring off. I tried but it didn’t slip over my cock and balls like I had hoped and I was dropped to the floor with a terribly strong shock that lasted for minutes. The pain lessened only enough for me to pick up the cock sheath and put it back in place. Once the locks “snicked,” I was ordered to my knees where I remained for the rest of the day. He randomly shocked me hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. I spent the rest of the week trapped in my apartment. I had to burn vacation days at work just to obey him. I had very little food in the place, so ended up rationing what I had and ordering delivery – which he knew I was doing as he had continual access to the phone. I had begged permission to do so and he only agreed after several days had passed.

I tried again the one other time. It cost me the remainder of my vacation days and most of my sick days. There was no way that I could move fast enough to get the ring off. If I strayed from the camera’s view field the shocks quickly brought me back into view. The device was not coming off that way. The punishment followed:

For the next month your routine will be simple. Get up, go to work, come directly home and remain there. There will be no socializing, no roaming, no shopping, no anything. We’ll consider it a work release program. I will allow two grocery stops over the course of the month – no more. You will make no phone calls and I have turned off your cable so there will be no distractions. From 7:00 pm to 10:00 pm every work day you will be naked and on your knees in front of your laptop where I can observe you. Weekends will be spent in a similar matter, but for longer periods of time. You will periodically be reminded of what the device is capable of throughout this period. If you attempt to remove the device again this will be your routine for the rest of the year.

As I reread that email my dick again reminded me that somehow all of this was a turn on for me. I was at my wit’s end trying to figure out how that could be.

Today you will spend several hours on the southwest corner of 9^th and Frost. You have 20 minutes to get there. You’ll know when you get to the exact spot.

At 2:00 pm this afternoon you will leave your apartment building turn north and walk until the device tells you to stop. You will then turn back south and walk until the device alerts you to stop. You will continue this pattern until I allow you to stop.

And on and on and on.

I sat in front of my computer staring at the messages on the screen. Eventually I stood and looked at the device. I fondled it, pulled at it, moved it from side to side as I had so many times in the past months. It wasn’t coming off and it ruled my life. I did learn that I was now the only one of his cock slaves that had an electronic device. All of the others were more standard issue metal devices – still irremovable, but nowhere near as complex.

I sat back down and logged onto the chastity blog where all of this had begun. Where I had first made contact with him. The blog where I had read all the pathetic and pleading posts from those other guys who must have fallen into his trap.

The blog where I had left my own pleading post last week; followed by a more pathetic post a few days later; and the one I left yesterday. They were filled with whiney pitiful sentences. Sentences in which you could hear the sobs and begging.

Of course, he had not responded. I had hoped I would be different. That he would respond to my plea for freedom. But somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that I had just extended my sentence by some unknown length of time. I had been warned that I would become just like all of those others. And I had.

My shoulders slumped as I pulled the computer closer. I had to try once more. One more post. Just one more …