Everyone in this story is over twenty-one years old.
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Spalding knelt, knees pressed painfully into the hardwood floor as he wiped his mouth.
"No hands, Spal, honey." said Spalding's cousin Starla, as she lounged in the LaZ-Boy recliner Spal had purchased for her birthday.
Was she going to flash her boobs at him? Spal remembered a heavenly afternoon, when she'd been in a generous mood, and he'd gotten to see a nipple while she sat and he jerked off onto the floor before, of course, using his tongue to clean it up.
Now, she was businesslike in front of her annoying new boyfriend, Parks "Porky" Peterson, who Spalding had just fellated.
Spalding swallowed, and looked up with loathing at Porky.
So humiliating. When Spalding had started up at Yale Law School, he, his cousin Sterling, also a law student, and Porky had been great buddies.
Spal and Porky had been co-captains of the Rugby team, and had had a lot of laughs, although Porky had been puzzled that Spal never came out at night.
They'd been President and Vice-Prez of the Yale Young Republicans, and the Student Conservatives and both on the rowing team, all that good shit.
And Spalding was famous around campus for being a fifth degree black belt, for teaching women's kickboxing...but the macho thing is gone now.
Starla, Sterling's sister and Spalding's adorable cousin was a senior at Yale, and would often meet the boys for beer and chips at the Rathskeller.
At the time, Porky had no idea that at home, Spal's cousins kept him naked and servile.
Starla's friends had been made aware of Spalding's state, and had enjoyed it immensely.
Star didn't live in the Kappa Kappa Delta house, but she was still a sorority member, and had brought home her "sisters" to enjoy Spalding's energetic tongue.
Danae, Danita and Cezanne had really enjoyed the treatment, pressing the remote to the shocking testicle collar to zap him into licking faster...
But this was the first time he'd been exposed to one of his own friends!
There would be no more throwing the Frisbee and laughing it up, he thought.
Spalding had never considered Porky's knowing his enslaved status.
Star really should have discussed it with him first. You want your classmates to respect you, as they may be lawyers with valuable business contacts later on.
Once, a bunch of friends had been out backpacking, and Star had gotten annoyed on a hike because Spal had forgotten to bring some Deer Park water. She'd taken him away from the group into the deep woods, and cut a switch...
Spal had stripped obediently, but had wisely put his jockey shorts in his mouth to keep from screaming, so no one would know of the humiliating punishment-fifty lashes across his back, buttocks and thighs...
When they'd returned to their friends, Porky had asked why Spal was all teared up, and he blamed it that time, on allergies, as Star had snickered.
There were a few others who knew about Spal, but just because they were in the same boat. Neville and Nestor Nesbitt, the wealthy middle aged twins who bankrolled the Student Conservative Association and the Yale student right-wing newspaper, of which Spal was a columnist, had fallen under Star's spell...
One day Spal had come in to see the old guys side by side on their knees, Neville licking Star's twat as Nestor sucked Sterling's dick...both old geezers covered in welts from a piece of barbed wire Star had cut from their property...
It was a great form of second income, and of course the Nesbitts would never reveal Spal's involvement in the femdom life...
But what would Porky do?
Now, Porky, zipping himself up now while relaxing on the couch, smiled sheepishly at Starla, somewhat hypnotized by her cleavage, which bounced when she chortled.
And Star was a mirthful girl!
"I can't believe I just went through that." Porky said, looking critically at his old buddy kneeling silently on the floor.
"Best BJ you've ever had, I bet."
"It was really good, yes"
"That's thanks to my intensive training, and my Aunt Rosalie's before that."
"Spalding's a regular guy, Starla. He's k kicked my ass when we've wrestled and stuff. So he's bisexual, or a fag?"
Starla tossed a blonde curl. "No, Spal's completely straight, but as a submissive this is part of his regimen. I've put him in full drag and makeup and had him service jar heads from the Marine base."
Porky's jaw dropped. "His regimen?"
"Yeah. my brother Sterling and I aren't from the really wealthy branch of the Tyll family, though I am almost sure Spal's dad stole the patent from my dad for the money they live on."
Star gave Spalding a wicked grin, and leaned down and slapped him hard across the face.
"I'm still kinda pissed about that, we grew up on welfare and all, and I take it out on Spal all the time."
"That's too bad." Porky said, giving Spalding a reproving look.
"We wouldn't have been able to afford Yale, though our test scores were really high, if Spalding hadn't contacted us because he functions better when, er-"
"Being kinky?" Porky looked a little doubtful.
"Spal grew up in a female dominated household and lived at home when he was in college back in Buttermilk Falls. His mom, my Aunt Rosalie and his sister Maisie looked after his needs then, but here in Connecticut, he was at a loss."
Porky looked pityingly at Spalding, who began getting enraged.
How dare this geek who can't break a C in Intellectual Property seminar pity me?
But, despite his healthy ego being assaulted, the humiliation of the whole thing made Spal's dick squeeze painfully, pushing against the tight chastity cage.
This new device was different than the one Spal was used to. This cage had a piercing that, if another lock was added, prevented the wearer from being able to urinate.
So, in addition to whippings, enemas, strap-on rape, orgasm denial and other tortures, Spal's cousins could also lock his cock so he couldn't use the toilet until he was weeping and his bladder was about to explode.
Sometimes Star locked it and sent him off to school, and he had to drink very little before running home after classes and hoping she'd relinquish the "pee key".
It really kept Spalding in his place.
The device also had about fifty little needles inside, that pressed against Spal's dick when he got erect, and watching Star's long legs in the cut-offs was no help, really.
But Spalding really hated this humiliation in front of Porky, who was really a douche.
Starla was still animatedly discussing Spalding's difficulties
"My Aunt Rosalie kinda kept a tight ship back home, but Spalding came here for law school and had no supervision, you know?"
Spalding looked longingly now at Star's legs. Sometimes she would tease him by putting his hard cock between the soft folds of both thighs and then swish them up and down until he was near bursting.
"Sure, my folks could be strict sometimes, but he's a man of twenty-three now." Porky objected. "I remember my dad bought me a used BMW instead of a new one when I turned sixteen, so I'd understand how hard things could be."
Porky paused. "So he didn't want to you know, get away and live it up."
"The Amish call that rumspringa, the time when the kids get to see what it's like to be in the outside world, and Spal tried it, but it really didn't last."
Starla yawned and both men watched her breasts shift. "With a subbie, they really need close supervision, or it all goes to hell. Spal's grades began tanking, he got caught up in cocaine and prostitutes, all this other crap."
"Wow" Porky said, but Spalding got the idea Porky wasn't really paying much attention as his eyes were transfixed buy Starla's exuberant cleavage.
"So Spalding's mom-my Aunt Rosalie contacted us, and made Sterling and I an amazing offer-we could quit our crappy state college existence and enroll at Yale, since we had the scores to get in, just no dinero."
Starla was idly patting Porky on the knee, which seemed to make him a little drooly. One of her blue nails crept towards his crotch, and tapped it a bit, regenerating it, since most of the previous semen had gone into Cousin Spalding's mouth.
"So we moved in, and I began checking Spal's grades, whipping him if they were too crappy, and if he could make a 3.8 at least on the end of semester exams-"
"You'd screw him?" Porky asked hopefully.
"No, no, but he'd get to jerk off. After a four month chaste semester, that's a treat."
"He's kept in that horrible thing for four months at a time?"
Amused at Porky's horror, Star continued. "Sure. They say that the prostate is harmed by excessive semen buildup, and back home Spal's sister Maisie would milk him from the ass to lessen the pressure-"
Porky made a face, and Spalding really wanted to get up and kick him.
"But my theory is, if you tease the cock a lot, the semen will come out in pre-ejaculate."
Starla smiled.
"Sometimes I take the casing off the belt and then Spal's cock is just locked to his balls, and I just play with it as is, without even unlocking it. It's a little painful, but he gets excited enough, and the precum just oozes, you know?"
"You're a depraved young woman" Porky said, but he leaned closer to the beautiful girl.
Starla crossed her long legs, tightly encased in cut off denim shorts and fishnet stockiongs. She grinned broadly.
"That's one interpretation. When he's left pierced, I can tease Spalding without tying him up, but usually I have him spread-eagled, locked to the posts on my Princess bed, and I unlock the piercing and give him a long tickling hand job with my nails, all that good shit, and I put his chastity belt in the dishwasher. "
Spalding's dick swelled in his device, remembering the last time this had happened, Starla had been dressed, but in a cute little beige body stocking...
