Jim was nearing the end of his 2 hour sentence on the wooden horse, after he arrived 1 hour late for his session. He had already asked me a few times how much longer before I would let him down off the wooden horse. He seemed very curious as to what time it was, since he was blindfolded and had no way of knowing how much longer he would be there. He had 30 minutes remaining, but I didn't tell him that.
Boy: “Come on man, do you realize how fucking uncomfortable it is to sit on this wooden edge? Let me off of this thing! And my dick needs some attention! Why don't you suck it for me?”
Me: “Oohhh, that almost sounded like a safe word, but not quite. Remember, if you want to remain locked in that chastity cage for at least a week, all you have to do is say that little 3 letter word. Then you'll be released from all of this, except that chastity cage of course, per our agreement.”
Boy: “I already told you, you're too weak to break me.”
Me: “If I were you, boy, I'd keep the insults and cussing to yourself.”
Boy: “I don't really care.”
Me: “You will soon.”
Me: “I believe you said something about your dick needing some attention?”
Boy: “Not while it's locked in this cage!”
Me: “Oh, sorry, you didn't mention that part when you were trying to bark orders at me. Maybe next time you should be more specific.”
I gradually turned the wand intensity up a bit higher as I watched his dick start to grow steadily, until it hit the wall of the chastity cage and could grow no more. I also decided to replace the clothespins on his nipples with clover clamps.
Me: “Clearly your attitude still needs some adjusting. I think these will help.”
Then I brought two small stools over and told Jim to step one foot up on one, then the other foot up on the other stool.
Boy: “Finally, I can stop straddling this edge!”
That's what he thought, but I had other plans. Being blindfolded, he had no idea what I was doing. I brought over a desk chair mat which had rubber spikes under it to dig into the carpet. I turned the mat upside down, then put it right under his feet. Then I removed each stool so he was forced to stand on the spiked mat.
Boy: “What the fuck is this?”
Me: “That's what you'll be standing on for the next 30 minutes while that vibrating wand works your locked cock into a frenzy that you're helpless to stop. If you want to reduce the amount of weight you're putting on that edge that you're straddling, just stand up higher on your toes. Of course that means more weight will be on your toes, causing those rubber spikes to feel even more intense. But you do have some choices, boy.”
For the next 30 minutes, I kicked back and watched the show as his cock throbbed, desperately trying to grow but unable to since it was locked in a tiny cage. A prison for his cock for which I was the warden. To add to my entertainment, I watched as he alternated between a few positions. Standing flat on his feet while practically sitting on the edge of the wooden horse that he was forced to straddle. Then when that became too much, he would stand up higher on his toes, putting all of his weight on two small areas of his feet. Then he would move his feet around thinking it would make his predicament better, only to renew the intensity of the rubber spikes.
After the full 2 hours on the wooden horse was over, I decided to bring him down for an even more entertaining predicament. This boy had bragged in his ad about being such a “well built jock”. I think we'll put that claim to the test now. He may be well built of something, but is he built of muscle? Is he built of endurance? Or is this cocky jock just built of arrogance? I was determined to find out.
Before releasing him from his current position, I cuffed his hands to a spreader bar, then laid him down on the floor facing up. I mounted a winch above him with a rope hanging down from it and tied the rope to a carabiner to use as a pulley. I decided to replace the Electro Lockdown Chastity Cage with a more secure Jail House cage. This way, if he ended up giving in at some point, there would be no escape from the chastity cage for at least a week, until I unlocked it.
I tied a short rope around his locked dick and balls with an extra loop tied at the end of that rope. I put a locking leather collar on him, then clipped the spreader bar to the collar with a few carabiner clips to make sure he couldn't completely straighten his arms when he raised them up. I put some adjustable dumbbells in his hands and tied them to the cuffs so he couldn't drop them. He held them resting on the floor, but he wouldn't be able to do that for long. Then I ran a longer length of rope from the spreader bar, up over the pulley, and down to the rope tied around his locked dick and balls. I told him to raise his arms up as high as he could. He hesitated, so I “encouraged” him with my foot on his balls, using them like a gas pedal. He immediately complied and lifted those dumbbells up as high as he could. I clipped the ropes in place, then cranked the winch above him until the rope was taut.
One last finishing touch. Since he previously complained about now knowing how much time he had left in serving his punishment, I decided to setup a projection clock to show the time on the ceiling above him. Once that was in place, I removed the blindfold. He looked around with curiosity. He clearly had no idea what was about to happen.
Me: “So, Mr. well built jock, it's time to put that claim to the test. You'll need to keep those weights raised up high, that is, if you like your balls. If not, a total of 15 lb. will be pulling on your locked cock and balls, 7.5 lb. per dumbbell. Your only other alternative is to lift your ass up off the floor which will allow you to lower your arms. But I think we both know you won't be able to hold either of those positions for very long. In case you haven't already noticed, I've made sure you can't extend your arms all the way and lock your elbows. I'll be over here kicking back and watching the show as you squirm and struggle to find an easier alternative, but I can tell you right now that I've made sure there are no easier alternatives. Prepare for one hell of a workout for your arms, legs, and abs!”
Boy: “Come on man! How long are you going to leave me like this for?”
Me: “Oh yeah, that's the other thing I should tell you. I decided to keep you like this for 15 minutes...”
Me: “...for every insult or time you cussed today. It's time to ring up your total. Yes, I've been keeping track. We've got 4 'fucks', 1 'pussy', and 1 'you're too weak to break me', for a total cost of...90 minutes. That means you’ll be like this until 2:05pm. I’ve set an alarm to go off at that time, just in case you fall asleep. Hahahahaha.”
Boy: “What? Really?”
Me: “Yes, really. Next time, don't let your mouth write checks that your 'well built jock' body can't cash. But I seem to recall you complaining about not knowing how much time before your release from your last predicament.”
[I flipped a switch on the projection clock.]
Me: “So this time, you'll be forced to stare at the clock on the ceiling above you the entire time, so you'll always know just how much more time you'll have to endure this predicament. But hey, a 90 minute workout with 7.5 lb. dumbbells should be no problem at all for a well built jock like yourself. And it's not like I'm making you do reps. All you've got to do is hold them up. No sweat, right tough guy?”