SAID THE SPIDER TO THE FLY
JULY 2018 STORIES
THE MAN FROM MOUNT EIDERDOWN
Cheverus Glass knelt before Specs, looking a little ill at ease out of his gray suit from Rogers Peet. Cheverus began stroking his penis slowly, biting his tongue as he did it.
"Haven't touched this in a long time." Cheverus said, looking up at Specs, who was a little bored. Cheverus was a long distance client, he came to Buttermilk Falls four times a year from Mount Eiderdown, for a chance at orgasm.
When Cheverus got his cock very hard and dripping, Specs blew a whistle through two fingers, and Cheverus obediently put his hands behind his back, though his eyes showed the pain.
And why shouldn't he? It had been three months since the last time he'd been able to touch himself, and about nine months since his last orgasm.
Specs went to the little glass fishbowl with the slips of paper, and brought them to Cheverus. "Wishing you luck there, buddy." Specs said, grinning.
There was so much going on in the Dungeon today.
In the suite right next to this one, Orvis and Verlene Wisniewski, a submissive couple, was having their bound behinds shot at with BB pellets by a rabid Male Master, Sir Proxmire. Prox was incredibly energetic and a little insane, but you had to count on him for making his "intentions clear"
And it freed up Specs to work on old favorite clients, like poor Cheverus.
Poor Chev! In the past year, Specs had installed an app on his phone and a "stimulator" on Chev's chastity device that alternately sent teasing buzzes and painful shocks...in addition to everything else.
Chev was getting his money's worth. Especially since Buttermilk Falls and Mount Eiderdown were so far from each other...and yet, Specs had had quite a party with the app.
And now Chev was taking his chance on whether or not he'd get to cum, through the Fishbowl.
Cheverus reached into the fishbowl, and pulled out a sheet, looked at it, and burst into tears. Cheverus was the macho type, but it was understandable if the little slip of paper didn't have what he wanted on it.
"What's wrong, Cheverus? Did you not qualify?"
Cheverus handed the slip of paper to Specs, and began crying in his cupped hands, covering his entire face.
On the little piece of paper it said. FIFTEEN CANE WHACKS TO COCK AND BALLS.
Specs could tell that Cheverus Glass was not used to crying; he was the type to bite his tongue first. But of course nearly a year of no cumming with these VERY occasional chances...couldn't be easy. But, he did sign up for it.
"Cheverus" Specs said gently. "Why don't we get the caning out of the way."
Certainly he could've gotten out of the chastity belt. It was only tied together with plastic locks, as Cheverus had to fly a lot, and couldn't have metal bands. But the plastic locks had little numbers on them, and Cheverus knew that if he broke into it, Specs would know.
Cheverus's hands left his wet face and he sighed, and stood, walking over to Specs's metal drafting table. He lay his cock and balls on the table.
At least Cheverus manned up. So many of Specs's submissives just kind of chickened out at this point, terminated their contracts...whatever.
Specs got the bamboo cane and came up close, noting that Cheverus's cock was still hard, and lying across his quite full testicles.
Specs raised the cane and smiled.
Cheverus began quivering. Specs swung the cane just before hitting his cock.
"So what's going on at home?" Specs asked as he raised the cane again.
Chev had begun his chastity training as a request of his then-dominant wife, Vivian.
Cheverus had cheated on Vivian, and Viv had, in turn, put him in chastity. For several years when Cheverus visited Buttermilk Falls it was because Specs held the keys.
Vivian's feeling about the whole thing was, she didn't want to tease and mess around with Chev at all, she just wanted his tongue to work, his wallet to fund her fun, and of course his ass to take her whip, the enema bag and the strap-on when she was feeling a bit violent.
So when Cheverus visited Buttermilk Falls, Specs would review Viv's e-mails regarding her husband's behavior. Sometimes things were better than others, Vivian, like many women, got bitchy or was on the rag, but basically, it was behaviorally based.
Chev qualified for orgasm if his behavior was exemplary. At the time, Cheverus had a very secure locking belt.
If he'd been good about doing the housework, signed over his paychecks to Vivian, and had willingly gone down on Vivian and her various boyfriends (Viv had a double standard on who was allowed to romantically roam in the marriage) things went well.
Then, Specs would unlock Chev and allow him to jerk off onto his Master's boots and lick it up.
At that time, Cheverus's visits had been monthly. At home, Vivian didn't give him any manual stimulation, his tongue was kept quite busy. But Chev went about his business.
In time, Vivian raised her standards of what good behavior was. "Cheverus has been inattentive this month." Or, God forbid she mentioned his being "moody."
Then, Specs denied poor Chev his orgasm, and sometimes gave him a vicious flogging as well. Once, Steiger Sloane, who owned "Sloane Steakhouses" that competed hotly with Cheverus's family business, the chain of "Gamecock Cafes." came separately as a submissive on the same day...
Specs noticed too much complaint about ego in Vivian's e-mails, so Specs had Chev suck Steiger off. This was a great reward for Steiger because first, Chev was not gay, second Steiger WAS gay, and thirdly, it was a real kick for Steiger's competitor to have to fellate him...
But eventually, Vivian and Cheverus split up, and she moved to Los Angeles with her young lover, both supported, naturally, with a large check from Chev. The alimony was really high, and Chev discovered he could only afford to visit Specs every ninety days.
Specs had pointed out that he could give up the whole thing now, he was single and fancy free, but Chev felt that chastity training kept him "focused" and he could deal with having a chance to cum only once every three months.
But, since Chev had expanded his cafes internationally, with the goal of a "Gamecock Cafe" in every hamlet, he couldn't wear a locking steel device anymore because of the air travel. So Chev began wearing a plastic thing that he could easily have broken into, but the plastic lock had a number on it, and of course Specs would have known...
Since Specs didn't have Vivian's progress reports anymore, and didn't feel like setting up a nanny cam in Chev's house to watch him, they decided to do the Fishbowl method.
Specs had filled the little glass bowl with all sorts of messages, only four of which were "masturbate to orgasm" Others said "Dress in a hair ribbon and pinafore and play jacks in front of dungeon" or "hang by nipples for thirty minutes" Ten said "Ruined Orgasm" and a couple mischievously went "Masturbate with left hand for 2 minutes and stop."
But most were punishment based. and the one that Cheverus was obliged to go through today was a doozy. True, Specs had gone over the fishbowl options with Chev when he designed this system, and Chev had approved and been aroused by all... but..oooh!
Now, a Cock and Ball caning while Cheverus's penis and scrotum were lying across a metal table was a rough one. Specs had generously pointed out that since Chev might go limp after the first swat, something had to support his junk for subsequent punishment, right?
Presently, Specs swung the bamboo cane down on Cheverus's cock and balls hard. WHACK! Specs lifted the cane again. WHACK!
Specs was going to swing a third time, but Cheverus, too manly to scream, was barely holding onto the table. Tears were running down his cheeks. On the other hand, his penis looked like it was getting even harder.
Specs realized that although Chev was having a masochistic peak here, it might not be good to continue the whipping without a rest.
"We can break for a bit." Specs said kindly. "You know, Cheverus, if you like, I'll let you draw again, and get a different slip. Or you can do a minor penalty, like sucking me off, and for that I'll let you jerk off, no punishment. It has been nine months after all."
