Tremplin Duddingstone, wrists and ankles bound, but in the kneeling position, struggled to rub his straining penis against Mueselle's cat's scratching post as Mueselle and her guests, both male and female, laughed uproariously.
Tremplin always wound up naked, horny, and humiliated. Nine months ago, Tremplin had gotten up the courage to show his wife the peculiar websites he frequented. When Mueselle, her short dark curls bouncing, had given Tremplin his first hairbrush spanking ooh, it had been a thrill.
She'd laughed when Tremplin had burst into tears, and forced him to kneel with his pants still around his ankles, in the corner. "You wanted it, baby live it up!"
And she'd been quite amused when he'd shown her the chastity device he'd ordered the first time she'd locked him in it, for eight days, it had seemed like an eternity, as he'd eaten her out every night and gone to bed frustrated. But she'd given him a tender blowjob when it was over the week of hell.
But then the next time he'd spent TWO WEEKS locked up, and Mueselle had just let him jerk off in the bathroom once the belt was removed. Waah! And she really enjoyed it when he was locked up, boy.
Sometimes Mueselle would order Tremplin to kneel at the foot of the bed and she'd just masturbate and play with her big breasts, running her long pink tongue across her teeth, and laughing, watching Tremplin's poor cock straining against the harsh plastic of the CB-3000.
Stretch watched Tremplin Duddingstone with amusement and disgust. He wondered if Mueselle was as strict with Tremy as Stretch himself had been.
They'd met as roommates in the Kappa Delta House at Bracegirdle-Bonaventure State Teacher's College, where Tremy (recently expelled from Dartmouth for jerking off into his calculus teacher's panties) had showed Stretch that he'd really, really enjoyed being hazed even after Pledge Week was over...
"You, you mean you WANT me to paddle you?" Sylvanus "Stretch" McDougal had asked in astonishment.
Tremplin had stripped off his alligator shirt, his Bass Weejuns and Hush Puppies, rolled his tightie whities to his knees, and bent across the bed, shoving a couple of pillows under his crotch area.
"Go ahead, Stretch, I need the discipline. I saw that gay bondage porn mag you hid under your bed...punish me or I'll tell the whole frat house that you are more perversely interested in the Greek System, if you know what I mean." And then Tremplin had smirked at Stretch, which had been enraging.
"You fucking asshole!" Stretch had screamed, and he'd swung the heavy, thick wooden frat paddle and slammed it hard across Tremy's thin white buttocks, and he'd been shocked when Tremplin hadn't even moaned.
The paddle had slammed Tremplin's butt again and again, and Stretch had gotten the impression that Tremy was humping the pillows under his crotch.
This had enraged Stretch even more, and he'd swung the frat paddle harder, catching Tremplin in the sensitive area just under his buttocks....where slight blood had appeared, but Tremy had begun singing in a high voice..."You're not hurting me, gay-boy..." and of course this had made Stretch even angrier!
As Stretch swung the now weakening frat paddle, and noticed the splinters embedding in Tremy's rear end, he'd wondered what a psycho this kid was, a psycho submissive almost...and Stretch was more than familiar with many hard core BDSM tapes...
Then Tremy had flipped Stretch the bird from his bent pose over the bed, and Stretch had lost it, and whipped Tremy's butt fifty times, hard.
Then, even though Tremplin's cheeks red, welted and smarting, Tremy said nothing! He'd looked up at Stretch and stuck his tongue out, and then said "Why don't you give me the belt, tough guy?"
Stretch had taken his thick leather belt off and he'd swung it by end, slamming Tremplin's butt with the thick brass buckle over and over until Tremplin had finally burst into tears. Then, Stretch had dropped the belt and moved towards Tremplin, concerned... but Tremy had climbed off the bed, still sobbing, and Stretch had noticed that Tremy's dick was stiff.
Stretch's rage had returned. "You're twice the faggot I am, Tremplin!" he'd screamed, and he'd picked the belt up once more and he'd doubled the strap and began whipping Tremy's stiff cock as Tremplin had just knelt there, crying but gritting his teeth at the same time.
Stretch had then kicked Tremplin in the balls, and after Tremy had rolled around on the floor, he'd gotten back up, crawled to Stretch and unzipped Stretch's pants... and he'd sucked Stretch's dick like it was a straw to a strawberry milkshake!
Stretch had never known his own potential as a Master until Tremplin had shown him what he'd needed. Stretch had known that he himself was a bisexual from way back at summer camp...and then, after Tremy had given Stretch a few good blowjobs, he'd told Stretch that he wanted to be a "Chamber pot".
"What the hell does that mean, what's a chamber pot?" Stretch had asked Tremplin curiously.
Tremy (who was far more of an intellectual) had said simply, "In the old days, before there was indoor plumbing, you could keep a chamber pot in your room to pee and shit in, and that, for you can be my mouth...I'll even sleep naked by your bed. You can even get rid of my single bed and have more of your computer and stereo equipment!"
That had been incredible, especially on nights that Stretch was out drinking with his college buddies.
(Tremy was too wussy to go drinking with, and Stretch had more than preferred to keep Tremy, when he was not in class, just naked in their room...kneeling in the corner, preferably.)
Coming into the room, his bladder full of Schlitz, Heineken or Guinness, Stretch loved dropping his trousers and peeing straight into Tremy's mouth. It was usually a big production.
Tremy,when he wasn't studying, was kneeling naked in the corner, his nose pushed into the wall.
Then Stretch would come in, snap his fingers, and his roommate would crawl to Stretch, licking his boots and then kissing his way up to Stretch's bulging crotch, where then he'd unzip Stretch's pants and pull his dick out, and then Stretch would jam it down Tremplin's throat, and pee all the beer down!
Tremy just adored Stretch, who was at the college on a basketball scholarship... Tremy would just take as much of the point guard's pee as possible, and then suck Stretch's dick until he came...so Tremy's stomach was filled with pee, and cum...What a delicious combination, eh?
But then, after graduation Tremplin had met his first wife, Tepin, at the Blacksnake Lounge, a BDSM club. Tepin was half Middle Eastern and half Irish, and had pale white skin and intense blue-black hair, and huge tits...wow. Stretch knew he could never get a girl like Tepin to marry him, as he didn't have one of those sexy Duddingstone trust funds. But luckily, he did get to have a bit of fun with her!
"Stretch, you can move in with us" Tepin had said simply, trailing a long red nail up Stretch's chest. "I know you don't have a lot of job prospects, being an ex-jock, and I need someone to assist with Tremplin's training."
Tremplin's training? Wasn't he going to give up all happy bondage he'd graduated? Apparently not. The first week when Stretch moved in, Tremy was kneeling naked on a wooden chair, his knees painfully pushed into the unforgiving wood, and Tepin was pushing one of her burning Marlboro Lights into Tremy's right nipple.
