Princess Inge removed from her purse a thin gold chain about ten feet in length. One end was clipped to a bracelet she wore on her wrist, and the other ran through the lock affixed to the clamp that had Clem bottled-up. She could pull on the chain if she chose, and was there a better way of getting a sub's attention? Clem was at last able to remove the frilly pink panties. "You really are small, aren't you? I was only joking before, but shit..." She peered closer. "Wait, do you have an erection?" Dickie did, and he smiled, hoping for the best. She grabbed his chin and stuck her face inches from his. "You should save your boners for when the clamp's off."
She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs seductively, though her hand covered her crotch; a show of modesty perhaps, or part of the training? Dickie was told to kneel in front of her. The first thing he had to do was figure out how to remove her anklet shoe, which was not easy when the price for failure could be dire. "I'm waiting," she said, impatiently. Dickie breathed a sigh of relief when he finally was able to ease the footwear off, and as a reward he got to admire Inge's lovely toes. Odd, but he didn't think that sucking on them was much in the way of punishment. He could tell that she put a lot of effort into their maintenance. The nails had a fresh coat of polish, they were perfectly shaped, they were squeaky clean, and he attacked them with gusto. He could gaze at her legs while doing so too, which enabled him to focus on something other than her crotch, no matter how tempting - not necessarily because he feared a boner, but because he feared retribution should she catch him peeking.
As always, Dickie put his best effort into everything he did, and he spent so much time on toe-number-one that Princess had to tell him get on with it. But her way of telling him also included a hard pull on the chain. If that was a harbinger of things to come, he was in trouble, because it felt like his cock was being separated from his ball sac, which was extremely uncomfortable. He better do as she suggested.
Inge could be physically intimidating. Even without her shoes, she towered over Clem. She laid down a few ground rules. He would call her Princess, as in "yes Princess" or "no Princess." She would refer to him as "loser" or "pathetic loser", depending on her mood, but it wasn't personal; it merely indicated his inferior status, but it could have been worse. The tall, sultry dominatrix could have had a field day making fun of his tiny cock, and though she took the high-road for now, she wouldn't hesitate to play the small penis card should he need to be taken down a notch. Clem must have passed the toe-sucking part of his training, because all of a sudden she said, "stand up, loser," and removed the lock. He was hoping for some penis fondling, or physical contact of some sort, but the thrill was denied him. Whether he knew it or not, he was about to be stretched across her knees, and Inge wanted the device off because she didn't like the feel of the plastic against her skin. "Okay, loser, take off the clamp."
He did, and he stood naked before her, totally naked, with not even the clamp for cover, and that seemed to have struck a chord, and mere seconds after being liberated, his penis resembled petrified wood. Surely Princess noticed, and towards that end he eyed her hungrily, but she didn't seem to care. "Okay loser," she said, "across my lap...let's go; don't make me wait."
Pain can be tolerable, and Clem rationalized his predicament thusly: he was but inches from the sweet-smelling pussy of a divine goddess. Everything about her stimulated him; her scent, her brute force - everything. His penis was unfettered and pressed against her thigh; all four-plus inches of it, because it was still erect, and warm too, from the heat of her leg. The Princess could no longer ignore it, so it felt like a victory to him. As long as he kept his hard-on she'd never break him, no matter how ferociously she smacked his ass. Her determination, her elegance, her forcefulness...Dickie fell further into her spell, with each smack reinforcing her dominance. Just being in the same zip code as Inge would be cause for celebration, but to be in her lap, with his penis squirming and straining against her luscious, silky-smooth legs...wait, this was punishment? Clem would take this scenario any time.
The day was nearing a close. His buttocks were so sore he probably wouldn't sit down for a day. His balls were tender and swollen and stung like hell. She had kicked them, clipped weights on them so that they'd droop, and when they did, she punched them until he collapsed. But he never lost sight of the positive, and kept thinking sexy thoughts as a way to cope with the ordeal, for in the back of his mind he knew that an orgasm was on the horizon. Inge had to admit that Clem held up well, and he even had her wondering whether she was losing her touch. Lesser men were often bawling and pleading for mercy. He had earned his reward, so finally, after a lengthy wait, she uttered the words he wanted to hear. Unfortunately, for Clem, it wasn't "Gentlemen, start your engines." Instead it was "red light-green light," meaning she could order him to stop masturbating at any time and interrupt his road to gratification. A man must be taught to pause, delay, or even deny their sensual pleasure, when ordered to by a superior woman.
"Okay loser, start jerking." Princess Inge sat back on the couch and re-crossed her legs. Had he been interested he could have used the sight of her crimson panties as a beat-off tool, for she had dropped her guard in regards to modesty, but Clem didn't require further motivation. His hand, her legs; his cock, her toes; his fantasy, her indifference...man, he was in jerkoff heaven! He looked her right in the eyes and grunted louder and louder as he neared fruition. Whacking for a woman's pleasure, on her orders, was far superior to doing it in private for your own pleasure. If this was meant as a referendum on his manhood, Clem would pass with flying colors. He was in control; he could determine when he came simply by altering the pressure on his two-fingered system. What a great sensation; he wouldn't mind extending it forever...
"Okay loser, red light."
...but all good things come to an end.
"Red light, loser. Red light. Stop jerking!"
Her attitude make him jerk harder. Fuck it, he thought; I'm screwed, so I might as well get the most out of it. He needed to cum right now; he didn't want to wait, but she was making it near impossible. Princess Inge stood up; she didn't like being disobeyed, and Clem got a hard smack across the face for his disobedience. It was a momentum killer, not to mention a boner killer, and before he knew it, his shrunken dick was back in clampdown. He had been so close to ejaculating and, just like that, it had been taken away, and now he couldn't cum. The long-awaited release, for which he endured a lot of suffering, was on hold.
****
The pilot episode of
Boner Boys
having been completed, Hideki told Jane to put together a ninety-second trailer so he could have something to show the 'money-men', as he put it. The final version of the episode was an hour and forty minutes in length, and even though the second scene, Connie's scene, ended up being the longer segment, they still had to deal with the fact that there was a lot of gay sex before Connie and her pink mini entered the fray. Jane wanted the trailer to truthfully capture the essence of the episode, but not alienate the hard-core heteros who might still be in denial over the fact that their interest in Donkey was an indication they were already halfway to donning the rainbow flag.
Olivia had taken a lot of pictures on the first day of filming, and not all included Connie. Some photos had just the four men - minus Koh, who was excised from the trailer - standing shoulder-to-shoulder. "Let's find the gayest one we can," Jane said, and what could be gayer than boners?
"Oh, this one ain't bad," observed Olivia, who had been scrolling through the images. "I think it's the best we got." Two in-your-face erections, courtesy of Dan and Jovi; one semi-bone (Akira) and one of undeterminable status, due to the paucity of visual evidence (Clem). The homoerotic aspect of aroused, naked men with their arms linked could not be overstated, and it left little doubt about the episode's content. Having selected the opening visual for the trailer, the title,
Boner Boys
was superimposed over the four nude men in the image. The video then began, making a quick pivot from homo to hetero, and showing what happens when fat thighs meet a short skirt was as hetero as they could get, so Connie's stroll from the reception area to the locker room came next. The frame froze and the words:
featuring Lady Anabella Rutherford
, appeared. They wanted an uppie, and when the video resumed, Connie was sitting on the bench removing her shoes. The only possible thing that could possibly be better than fat thighs meeting a short skirt was a short skirt meeting light-blue panties.
It was time to play the homo card, so they edited in the nude walk Dan took from the locker room to the swimming pool, and the viewer was assaulted by his pecker as it swung and fluttered in the breeze. For good measure they threw in his goofy expression, on the off-chance that someone might be interested in the Donkey stallion for reasons other than anatomical. After the nude walk, five excitable dicks manhandled the overmatched girl, and Connie's struggle to free herself offered a unique perspective on the thigh, miniskirt and panty combination they were trying to sell. There was then a quick pull-back to Dan and Koh jerking, followed by Koh's massive ejaculation, the one that landed on Dan. The boner parade continued. Jovi had his pecker an inch from Connie's face, looking like he was getting ready to blow, but his orgasm wasn't shown, because Koh's being so spectacular, they decided to make it a stand-alone event.
The trailer was then primed for another gay snippet, so the man with the goody expression stood motionless, with hands on hips, as four nude Japanese men ogled and admired his formidable, long, western dong up-close. A quick segue to Connie pegging Akira, Dickie getting the over-the-knee treatment, Dickie pulling on his pecker as he lay in her lap, and the trailer ended with a clip of Connie's removing her panties and showing off her bush. And after the video ended, another of Olivia's photographs filled the screen, the one where the men held Lady Anabella Rutherford aloft over their heads, and this is where the audience learned the players' names: Donkey Dan, JJ, Little Dickie, and Mister Muscles. Jane thought it was stupid, but what about Lady Anabella, Olivia countered? That wasn't any better. "Did you even run that past Connie," she asked?
"She won't care; she's only doing this for kicks. By the way, did you know her secret fantasy is to be gang-raped?"
Olivia smiled. "Isn't that every woman's fantasy, but I can see where this is going. What episode?"
"Don't know yet." Jane smacked her lips. "Depends on the ratings."
