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Nice, and nice addition of the collar connected to the top of the spreader bar. And just how long did you last in that one, and how did you end up getting out of it? Was it an interrogation or similar type of challenge, or more of just a safe word and you were let out...that kind of thing?

Posted by Admin 06/19/2022 - 18:19
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Chastity sub Bound to Cage Vibrating WandAgain, boy cannot realize how lucky he is. Thanks for sharing
Posted by Bondagebuddy2 06/19/2022 - 16:59
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Lucky, lucky slave

Posted by Bondagebuddy2 06/19/2022 - 16:56
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Have been in that last position. It looks quite simple but is as tough as hell after just a short time. Collar connected to the top of the spreader too, just for extra sport....

Posted by cbr998 06/19/2022 - 14:58
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To please the coach is all that matters. To be in chastity ans edged would be ecstacy.

Posted by footsoldier 06/19/2022 - 12:39
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Story Saturday: A Cocky Jock’s Attitude Adjustment, Chapter 4

A long, harsh 85 minutes has gone by. The clock projected on the ceiling above Jim shows 2:00pm. His 90 minute forced workout was almost over, or was it? His attitude would soon decide that for him.

Me: “Tired?”

Boy: “I'm fucking exhausted!”

Me: “Good. Have anything to say to me?”

Boy: “I have a few things I'd like to say, but they would probably get me into trouble.”

Me: “Careful, boy. Are you ready to apologize for your arrogant attitude?”

Boy: “Come on, I'm exhausted, get me out of this!”

Me: “Hmm, that didn't sound like an apology, and it didn't sound like your safe word either.”

Boy: “Please let me out of this.”

Me: “Apology?”

Boy: “Ok, I'm sorry! Are you happy now?”

I cranked the pulley up a few notches higher so he had to hold either the dumbbells or his balls up even higher.

Me: “More submissively.”

Boy: “Fuck you! I'm fucking exhausted and I need to cum so bad! You have to give me a break man!”

Me: “I do? Ok, if you say so. Finish the last 4 minutes, then I'll give you a break.”

He almost seemed shocked at my response. Maybe he was literally looking for trouble with his outburst? He struggled desperately to hold his ass off the floor and keep his balls high enough so they weren't stretched. At this point he was lasting only about 10-15 seconds before he had to switch positions. Then he slowly strained to lift the dumbbells of the floor, high enough so he could give his abs and legs a rest from holding his balls up high. He continued this no-win situation for the remaining 4 minutes. Then I lowered the pulley so he could lay flat on the floor with the weights laying next to him.

He thought he was going to get a different kind of break, meaning not worked anymore today. He was wrong. By choosing to not give me a submissive apology, compounded by his arrogant attitude, he ensured he would not get that kind of break. I unhooked a few things so he could get up off the floor.

Me: “Stand up!”

He stood up. I moved him over to the bondage wall and immediately cuffed his hands behind his back with some very ungiving Irish 8 handcuffs. I removed the chastity cage.

Then I grabbed my Zeus e-stim power box and some conductive rubber loops and secured one loop at the base of his dick. I secured the second loop just under the head, which fit perfectly under the ridge of his thick cockhead with his cock now rock hard again. I moved him away from the stocks to a clear area of the floor.

Me: “On your knees.”

He hesitated.


Me: “That was level one. Every time you don't comply or even hesitate to follow an order, the intensity goes up a notch. On your knees, NOW!”

He immediately got down on his knees.

Me: “Lean forward and put your forehead on the floor.”

This time, he complied without hesitation.

I grabbed a 10 inch dildo, lubed it up, and held it up to his hole. He immediately pulled away from me. I turned up the estim box intensity.

Me: “Pulling away is non-compliance.”


Boy: “Oww!”

Me: “Open that hole boy, or you'll get it again!”

I pushed the dildo in a little deeper. He seemed to relax his hole for me, for now. After I got it in about 3 inches deep, he clenched up again and pulled away. I turned the e-stim power box intensity up again.


Another jolt to his cock, at an even higher intensity.

Boy: “OWWW!”

Me: “That's the penalty for non-compliance. If you didn't have such an arrogant attitude, this wouldn't be happening right now, boy.”

He relaxed his hole again for me. I slowly shoved the dildo in deeper, until I got a few more inches in.

Me: “Stand up!”

He stood up, and I led him over to the home gym that he would be spending some time on. How much time? That was for him to decide, sort of. <grin>

Me: “Sit down.”

I immediately took a quick release strap and strapped his waist to the seat, like a seat belt in a car. Except this seatbelt he had no control of since I buckled it from under the seat and his hands would be far from it. This also prevented him from pulling off of the dildo. I decided to anchor the base of the dildo to the bar right behind the seat. This would cause it to push deeper into his hole if he rocked backward and put more weight on it. I then put 2 dice in one of his hands behind his back and told him to roll the dice. I told him I would be multiplying his roll by 10 to determine the number of minutes his next workout would last. He hesitated and gave me that deer in the headlights look. I cranked up the e-stim power box another notch.


Boy: “Owww! Sorry!”

He dropped the dice on the floor.

Me: “Sorry what?”

Boy: “Sorry for not rolling the dice when you said.”

I cranked up the e-stim power box yet again.


Me: “Sorry for not rolling the dice when you said, what?”

Boy: “Sorry Sir.”

Me: “That's better.”

I went down to where the dice had landed.

Me: “You rolled a 2 and a 5, boy. That means you're going to be strapped in there for the next 70 minutes, working your 'well built jock' body the entire time.”

I ran an adjustable bungee cord from the bar that was hanging above him down to his balls, and clipped it to the rope tied around his balls. I set the weight stack behind him at 30 lbs for a nice start to a long workout. I didn't want to make it too heavy since he was going to be there a while. Then I removed the Irish 8 cuffs and told him to grab the bar above him and pull it down. I shortened the bungee cord so he could no longer let go of the bar. Well, he could let go, but his balls wouldn't like him very much if he did.

Me: “First, I think those abs could use some work. You looked like you were struggling to hold your balls up high earlier. We're going to fix that by working those abs real good, boy.”

I removed the conductive rubber loops from his dick.

Me: “I'm taking these off for now since your balls will have a lot to focus on. Just keep in mind, they can go right back on just as easy as they came off.”

Boy: “Yes Sir.”

Me: “Now, you're going to start doing crunches. I suggest you don't let go of that bar unless you want 30 lbs hanging from your balls.”

Boy: “How many are you making me do?”

Me: “What boy?”

Boy: “How many are you making me do, Sir?”

Me: “That's better. Don't make me remind you again. And you'll do them until I tell you to stop. You will be worked pretty consistently for the next 70 minutes.”

Boy: “70 minutes Sir??”

Me: “Yes, boy, 70 minutes. Hey, it was your roll of the dice, not mine. And if you hadn't been such an arrogant asshole yet again, you wouldn't be strapped to that bench right now with your balls on the line, begging your own endurance not to quit on you. Now get to work, and make sure you use perfect form, or I may just have to help you with that!”

Realizing he had no other choice, he started the weighted crunches.

Boy (with a cocky attitude): “Oh, these are easy. There must not be much weight behind me.”

Me: “Easy? We'll see about that boy.”

After about 20 minutes, he started getting really sloppy. He wasn't going down all the way, and I wasn't liking his performance.

Me: “All the way down boy.”

Boy: “I am Sir.”

Me: “No, you're not, you're getting sloppy. Sloppiness won't be tolerated with a 'well built jock' like yourself.”

Boy: “But I'm going all the way down.”

Me: “Are you arguing with me boy?”

Boy (continuing to argue): “No, but I've been going all the way down.”

Me: “Ok boy, maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm somehow missing the point where you're going all the way down. Just to make sure I don't miss it anymore, when you go down, now you're going to hold that position for 3 seconds on every rep before going back up. Got it?”

Boy: “But...”

Me: “GOT IT?”

Boy: “Yes Sir.”

With this new requirement, it didn't take long before his heavier breathing and some occasional minor shaking showed how much more of a challenge this was for him.

[15 minutes later]

Me: “Ok boy, you may stop now.”

Boy: “Good!”

Me: “What?”

Boy: “Thank you Sir.”

Me: “Time for your next workout.”

Boy: “But...I'm so tired!”

Me: “Not nearly as tired as you're going to be before I'm done with you today. Or, I could lock that dick back up and send you home. All you have to do is say the safe word. Would you prefer that?”

Boy: “But I jerk off like 3 times every day!”

Me: “Awww, that sucks. That's gonna be awfully difficult with that dick imprisoned in a tiny cage. But if you'd prefer that...?”

Boy: “No Sir. I'll do whatever you say Sir.”

Me: “Good attitude, boy. Well, it's slowly improving anyway. Very slowly.”

I disconnected the bungee cord, removed the bar hanging above him, and moved a few pins around to prepare the butterfly bench press. Once I got things rigged the way I wanted them, I moved his arms into position.

Me: “You know what to do, right mister 'well built jock'?”

Boy: “Yes Sir.”

Me: “Get to work, and remember, sloppiness will not be tolerated and will only make things tougher on yourself.”

After only about 10 minutes of these, his form went to hell. He wasn't pulling his arms all the way in like he started out doing.

Me: “Your form sucks again, boy! Fix it!”

Boy: “I'm tired Sir.”

Me: “I don't care, boy. Your arrogant attitude got you into trouble again, so you'll finish your workout.”

Boy: “My form is fine Sir.”

Me: “Arguing with me on that again boy? Have you learned nothing from the last round?”

Boy: “Sorry Sir, but my form is fine.”

Me: “Sorry? Not yet you aren't. Now you're going to start holding your position with your arms in for 3 seconds on every rep. I want you to count to 3 out loud each and every time. If you don't, every time you forget, I'm adding 5 minutes to your workout.”

Boy: “But Sir...”

Me: “Make that 10 minutes. Any other complaints?”

Boy: “No Sir. Sorry Sir.”

Boy: “One, two, three. One, two, three.”

He continued to count every time, holding perfect form.

[23 minutes later]

He stopped counting. I noticed immediately.

Me: “You stopped counting? Thought I wouldn't notice? And you only had 2 minutes left. Now you've got 12 minutes left. Keep going boy.”

Boy: “Sorry Sir. One, two, three. One, two, three.”

Struggling to keep perfect form and finish, he finally got through the remaining 12 minutes of his grueling workout.

Boy: “I'm done. Are you happy now?”

Me: “What??”

Boy: “Sir.”

Me: “Boy, I'm tired of your mouth.”

I strapped on the open mouth gag and locked it on behind him. Then I pulled his hands behind his back and re-locked them in the Irish 8 handcuffs so he couldn't move them an inch.

Me: “Your workout is over for now. But your arrogant attitude needs to be brought down a peg or two, or ten. You're going to sit there for next hour drooling through that gag. And I suggest you lean forward a bit so you're light on your ass, if you don't want to shove that dildo even deeper in your hole. I wonder how arrogant you'll be in an hour when I come back to a drooling mess of a boy?”

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Allan on May 23, 2019 14:15

In inventive way to keep your slave in shape.

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