Stuart had to talk to that kid...he had to get the CAGE off...the tight rings locked around his penis were driving him crazy. Which was worse?
Taffy's confusion over Stu not being able to take off his pants?
Or the fact that whenever Stu got an erection looking at—mostly men, but that hopefully was a phase, whenever his dick got hard, it was unable to fully erect in the crippling steel rings of the CAGE.
And then in the middle of the night, Stu would get nocturnal erections, or try to get them, and wake up in pain as his dick couldn't expand in the smallness of the CAGE.
Five times a night Stu would have to take cold showers...
Especially last night, when he'd been tortured with some of the memories of what 19 year old Donnie O'Hara had put him through, because of Stu's desperation to have the cock cage removed.
Stu recalled Donnie cutting the long electrical cord of Stu's bedside lamp, peeling back the insulation from the bare wires
"Now for your nipples to have a bit of fun, dude" Donnie had said softly, and he'd shocked and re-shocked Stu's nipples as the young commodities broker had screamed.
Stu had gritted his teeth as Donnie had brushed the electric wires once more across the sensitive nipples, before throwing Stu on the be, unlocking the CAGE.
"And now I will make your penis dance!"
And the strap had fallen again and again, before Donnie had thrown it down, laughing, and ordering Stu to suck the teenager's long, thick cock til Donnie had cum again and again.
But what could he do? Stu's mouth still tasted eating Donnie's turds, mixed with cigarette butts, in a bowl of milk...super cereal, eh?
And at the end of that weekend...the boy had finally let Stu jerk off...but had stopped him at the last minute! And then Donnie had locked the CAGE again...
"Maybe next week, if you've earned it, Mr. Ambrosio."
Four months. This had been going on for FOUR MONTHS. But it was over as of today! Stuart would be firm.
Stuart tried to look firm today as he knocked on Donnie's front door.
The memory of Taffy's lip-gloss was still in him...how horrible it had been, telling her he couldn't take off his pants...she thought he was a religious nut!
Donnie's mother opened the door.
"Hello, Mr. Ambrosio, what can I do for you? I'm just off to go shopping?" Stu smiled gamely.
"I...wanted to see Donnie, Mrs. O'Hara. Is he in? It's about the newspaper delivery." Mrs. O'Hara gave Stuart a knowing look...sort of a Suuure it's about the delivery.
They were a strange family. Strange that Donnie had recognized the package on top of Stu's mailbox.
"Oh, you've got a cock chastity tube, huh, Mr. Ambrosio? They're complicated little things...I've got a little time."
Stu had told the kid to mind his own business, but after two days of trying to assemble the CAGE himself, he'd waved Donnie over, and offered him a few bucks to put it together after his route.
"It's just a fun thing to fool around with, heh heh." Stu had told the kid.
Stu recalled that when Donnie had helped Stu assemble and put on the CAGE he'd told Stu
"Yeah, this is easy. My dad wears one. Ma went out of town, and Dad gave me a hundred bucks to pick the lock so he could watch a Dr. Fellatio tape and wank it."
But then Donnie had pocketed Stu's key.
"Donnie! I need that key! This is just an um..experiment" Stu had roared.
"C'mon, Mr. Ambrosio" Donnie'd grinned, "You couldn't got the thing on without me, and you know you need a key holder. See you soon."
Now Mrs. O'Hara was smiling openly.
"Well, I'll be gone all afternoon, and my husband is, you could say, tied up with a project in the attic.
Oh, speaking of that, thanks again for helping Donald, Jr. do that wonderful work in our basement Thursday night.
Oh Donnie? Your friend Mr. Ambrosio is here to see you, dear!" With a wink, she was gone.
Donnie came down. "Bye, Ma!" Donnie had obviously heard the Thursday remark, and was laughing, silently.
On Thursday, Stu had dropped by, and Donnie had promised he might unlock the CAGE if Stu would help him with a little housework.
"Gotta de-mildew the basement, man" the kid had said, grinning
Stuart remembered scrubbing the walls and floors with detergent and water, as Donnie slashed his back with a Malacca cane.
There had been plenty of water damage and Stu had carried carpets to be cleaned as Donnie had screamed at him viciously.
"Get moving Cerdo!" Cerdo meant pig in Spanish, and Donnie was in third year Spanish at Aaron Burr Academy.
As Stu had removed silt and dirt stains from the walls with a hose, Donnie had grabbed the hose from Stu and shot him in the face with it.
"You are the laziest man I have ever known!" Donnie had roared, before kicking Stu into the wall.
"No, sorry, man...not going to unlock." Donnie's verdict had been at the end of all Stu's work, negative.
"Maybe Saturday, my mom'll be shopping and Dad's doing time in the attic, you know?"
Now Donnie smiled and stretched his biceps in a Goo Goo Dolls t-shirt that Stu recalled from four weeks ago, when Donnie had taken Stu out to the woods seven miles from town.
He'd stripped Stu naked and cuffed Stu's wrists behind his head, and driven off in Stu's car, and it had been an interesting project, poor Stu getting home.
Though Donnie had allowed Stu to masturbate to orgasm the next day before re-locking the CAGE...guilt?
Now, Donnie leaned against the doorjamb, his braces glinting as he grinned at poor Stuart. "So, you came over to help me with my home chores, Stuart?" Stu rolled his eyes.
Not even "Mr. Ambrosio" anymore.
Not even the pretense of respect.
"Donnie...I've come by to get the key. I'm sick of this now." Stu tried to look firm. He was, after all, much taller than Donnie, who had just turned eighteen. "Donnie, I had some interest in chastity training, because I read something about it in the media, and I thought—"
Donnie laughed. "You're a perv!
You're a slave! If you wanted that thing off your dick, you could buy BOLT cutters, man, don't make me piss myself." Donnie spun on his heel and ambled to the kitchen, his slender buttocks twitching in his loose jeans.
Why do these kids wear those damn baggy pants?
Stuart fumed, thinking of a TV show that said they liked to mimic prisoners, who had to wear baggy pants because they couldn't have belts.
Stuart followed Donnie into the kitchen.
"Goddamnit, I don't want to destroy my chastity device, I just want to unlock it and besides, my fiancée, Taffy is wondering why I can't screw her. because I can't take my pants off and show her this goddamn thing on my dick!"
"Not to mention the tattoo, right Stu?"
Donnie was falling over himself laughing as Stuart blushed. "Or did you have that removed already, Stuart?" Stuart gritted his teeth and stared at the floor.
"You know I did, Donnie, you've whipped my butt since then."
Fifty-two days ago, Donnie had ordered Stuart to get "I FUCK LITTLE BOYS" tattooed in bright colors on his left buttock, for about a $140 fee. The price of an orgasm...
Thirty-three days ago, right before his company beach trip, Stuart had spent seven thousand dollars to have the tattoo lasered off...and there was still a bright red mark. Stu looked at Donnie with furrowed brows.
"The key, mister. We've had enough of this. I'm going to talk to your dad about this if it keeps up..."
Donnie looked frightened all of a sudden.
"No, not my Dad, Stuart. You're going to talk to my Dad...he's up in the attic..." Stu tried to look conciliatory. "Well, just give me the key, Donnie...
Donnie's eyes became big and Bambi-like.
"No, come see Dad. He's real strict." Donnie led Stuart up to the very top floor of their house, and then up a ladder into the attic.
Donnie waved Stuart in.
"Tell Dad what a bad boy I am..." Stuart started.
There was Donald O'Hara, Sr., respected Air Force colonel, bound and gagged, naked on the floor...and on his penis was a CAGE just like the one Stu had on.
The same thing, a series of standard nickel-plated steel rings connected by a leather strap over the colonel's struggling hard penis.
Donnie giggled, and pointed to his blushing father.
"And note, Daddy has the ball stretcher and separator on his testicles. I had to help Mom with that one." Donnie smirked at Stuart.
