Feed Your Head

Sooo Boring #2 Robin's boyfriend decided to move him to a somewhat quieter room where there wouldn't be so many distractions.

A new home for the tiny man

“Come to New York, I’ll set you up with a place to stay and we’ll see about work.” When Joey pressed him for details, Duncan just pressed a card into Joey’s hand. “Come to New York, and call that number, we’ll work out the rest”.

Joey was able to get some cash from his Aunt for a ticket to New York City and get a burner phone. He called Duncan, who gave him an address in the East 70s, Duncan had to walk from the train station all the way to the Upper East Side because he did not have the money for a taxi or a subway.

Duncan’s place was phenomenal, 36th floor high rise apartment, ultra modern furnishings, gleaming kitchen stocked with food. Duncan pushed Joey into the bathroom for a shower and threw out his clothes. He had already got some new clothes for Joey in advance.

When Joey was out of the shower, and dressed, they shared a drink together, interrupted by the door bell and a few other guys who they both knew from college. There were lots of loud male voices and laughter, and when it got real quiet, Joey said softly, “so what is the deal here?”.

Duncan had been jealous of Joey since college, his easy ways with guys and gals, his gift of striking up conversations with anyone, his sporty body. Now, finally, Duncan had the chance to do what he had always wanted to do, control Joey completely and make him his possession.

Duncan spoke up “The deal is I spiked your drink, and you’re about to black out any minute’!!” The guys roared with laughter as Joey got very hot and went his vision went into a black spiral. Joey did not get to see himself pass out and his friends grab him and lay him on the floor.

The guys took off the clothes he had just put on. Slowly and carefully, the guys laid Joey on a sheet and used clippers, scissors and finally razors and shaving cream to remove all of Joey’s hair below his eyes.

Then Duncan took out his power weapon. A specially made chastity belt. Duncan had guessed accurately, that Joey was just a little under the weight he was at in college when Duncan had measured Joey for the sports padding for football, and later lacrosse. So the belt fit Joey perfectly.

The belt had remote controlled very powerful electrodes in a number of places, but especially over Joey’s balls and his cock in the tube of the device. An exact replica in hard plastic and latex of Duncan’s erect 8 ¾" penis fit into the back panel, locking into the belt and right up Joey’s fundament.

Joey slowly started to awaken. He felt extra light and airy, and looked down to see the dark brown hair on his chest and legs were gone. Then he felt around and it was all gone. Then he reached down and felt steel.

Steel around his waist, enclosing and pressing his balls tightly to his body, his dick in a spiked tube that bent it backwards and under him. The slightest movement brought needles of pain to his precious prick.

As he roused, he realized he wasn’t sitting on a hard object, the object was IN him, twisting his “ass” and pressing on something he had never felt before, (his prostate), that felt pressure and a little pleasure. Joey’s growing realization of his predicament brought howls of laughter from his pals.

Duncan got the guys to get quiet. “So Joey here’s the deal. You are my prisoner without a jail cell. That belt around your waist allows me to completely control you, to make you do what I want, when I want it. Joey was about to say “Fuck you” but the words never got out of his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, Duncan hit the remote over his balls and zapped the head of his dick with a pretty good jolt of current, causing Joey to fall back prone to the floor.

“I think you are starting to get an idea of just what’s in store for you. Inside you new “bum pussy”, is an exact copy of my cock. I can make it vibrate and thrust, or get hot, from anyplace. I can zap you in a number of places, your cock and balls especially. Even better, each of the guys has a remote too, and they can blast you for not obeying orders as well.

You sleep here in this apartment, if I am not hooking up, you sleep with me in the bed, so I can enjoy your suffering first hand, unless I loan you to one of the guys. If you got to take a dump, you have to contact one of us by cell, we open the back compartment wirelessly, you have only a few minutes to do your business before putting the plug back in, or we start blasting you with extra painful electro blasts.

The belt charges wirelessly, so it is always ready. And if you think you are smart and escape by going some where where there is no connection, well the belt has a doomsday option. After a certain time which I am not going to tell you, without a connection, then automatically, it triggers the spikes in tube to open their tips and razor sharp points will eviscerate your manhood. But you’ll still be wearing the belt. And when you get back in range, you’ll be zapped to a burnt out cinder. So you better hope you don’t lose reception for too long, Joey. Just a warning.

In the meantime, you have the use of a great apartment, a brand new wardrobe, great new gym membership, two new personal trainers, hair and skin assistants, dietician, and I have arranged for you to have a job in marketing as you like, and you have all these great friends here.

Just no sex. You are locked front and back. We require you to check in with one or another of us regularly. If we find you have orally serviced anyone, male or female, the punishment will be swift and harsh. We will have piercings and wires that will lock your tongue in place, and we will wire your jaw shut, permanently, other than that, there are no restrictions. Any questions? “

Joey’s head is spinning, he cannot believe his "friends” have gone to these lengths to control and torture him. Right now his head is empty. He says “No”.

Duncan looks at the group of guys and the smile, exchanging looks. Sam, one of the guys, short, stocky, hairy, says “Duncan, we talked about it, make him do it”.

Duncan lets out a little air, then turns to Joey, “One last thing, we are Men, so you call each one of us SIR as an title of respect. You, on the other hand, are now officially a chastity slave, if we are punishing you, we will call you "slave”, other wise, you will be known as “joey”, with a small “j”.