Versacethong

This story takes place in a dystopian world where a man must submit to any man whose cock is at least 2 inches larger. This law applies to any man age 16 and up, and it is in effect all the time, everywhere, unless otherwise posted.

Growing up I was rather lucky to have a 7.5 inch dick and to live in a small town. I am not particularly dominant or submissive, so I never tried to submit other men, except for a couple of my friends as a joke, and I am large enough to dismiss all the man in my town who tried to submit me. At age 20, I had never been forcefully submitted, until I took a trip to the big city.

As I was walking around and taking in the sites, I accidentally took a wrong turn and got a little lost, but I thought ‘what the heck’ and decided to explore. As I walked I passed a red and white sign that read “Entering 1 Inch Zone.” I was oblivious to the sign. A few blocks later a large man walk right up to me and stopped, blocking my path. He unzipped his leather pants and let his long, thick dick hang out, semi-erect. His cock was weighed down by a thick PA ring and he sported a medium ball-weight as well. “Nine inches” he said gruffly. I smiled politely. “Seven and a half” I said, trying to move around him, hoping he would let me pass without asking me to prove it. He put his large hand on my chest, halting my progress. “You’re in a 1 Inch Zone, kid.” My heart sank into my stomach, and my stomach sank to the ground. Sure enough, a little ahead I saw the little red and white sign. Shakily, a dropped to my knees and put my hands behind my head. I was both terrified and a little around. “Unzip” the man said, circling around to stand in front of me. I did, and my 7.5 inches stood at full attention, almost throbbing. He kicked it, hard, and I screamed as the thick rubber sole of his boot forced my rock-hard dick back into my body. I crouched lower to the ground, my eyes watering. He moved my dick aside with hs foot and started crushing my balls into the pavement. I screamed again, this time longer and harder as he put more and more of his weight onto his crushing foot. I knew he was not allowed to by law, but I wondered ‘if he really does pop my balls, who would do anything about it? This isn’t my town, I don’t know who he is, I could never report him.‘ He finally let up with a little laugh. He reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a small metal chastity belt. “Put it on, faggot” he said, tossing it down into my crotch. I winced as it struck my cock and balls. I’d seen them on some of my smaller friends, but I had never tried one on. I unlocked it, and the hinged base ring swung open. It was gonna be a tight fit. I wrapped the base ring around my still erect package, and i was struggling to get the cage portion on when the man got impatient. He bent down and forced the cage to meet the base ring, locked it, and threw the keys down a nearby sewer grate. Then he grabbed me by the collar and forced me onto all fours, making me present my ass high in the sky while my face scraped against the pavement. He walked behind me. I was sure he was going to fuck me, raw, and I thought I’d be lucky to get so much as some spit for lube. I was wrong. I heard his belt slip from around his waist and a split second later I felt it cracking against my balls. The pain was blinding, and made so much worse by the fact that my balls were stretch out tight by the cage. I couldn’t even scream this time as my lungs froze in shock and I didn’t know whether i was going to pass out or vomit first. I gasped and regathered myself, but the second strike was already on its way. This time I did scream- howled really, and for the first time I begged him to stop. I don’t know how many lashes came before he was satisfied. Finally he did stop, and I heard his belt slide back around his waist. I dropped my ass to the ground and sobbed, my face blacked by the dirt soaked up by my spit, snot, and tears. “You can go” the man said, giving my balls a dismissive nudge away from him. “Thank you sir” I said choked up as I pulled my jeans back up. As I turned, I saw his cock was still out. It was just starting to go limp, but he was precumming heavily, and I saw his shiny pants were strewn with strings of precum. I buckled my belt, still on the ground, still in pain, and still feeling my semi push against the bars of the cage. Every pump of blood pulled my balls, and every pump was agony. The man had zipped up and was starting to walk away. “If I may ask sir,” I said, “which way is the fastest way out of the 1 Inch Zone?” He turned around, took two steps towards me, and slapped me clear across the face. I fell back down, seeing stars, but through them I could see he was point back the way I came. “That way” he said, and this time he walked away for good. I got back up, wiped my face with my hands and then wiped my hands on my jeans. I moved quickly back towards the regular 2 inch area, hoping nobody else would stop me. It was usual that men did not submit men who had just been submitted moments ago, but there was go law against doing so. I passed another sign, also red and white, which read “End of 1 Inch Zone.” I was relieved, but I knew i had to get the cage off me immediately. Aside from hurting like a motherfucker, if I was stopped again and asked to prove my size I would be unable to while locked…

I hope you enjoyed it,

The game is simple using just a deck of card to control your release.

1. Masturbate until your on the edge. 2. Draw a card from the top of a well shuffled deck of card and follow below instructions

Ace - full orgasm 2,4,6,8,10 - stop stroking and relock immediately 3,5,7,9 - ruined orgasm only J,Q,K - stop all stimulation for one minute then start again.

He was heading to his car after a long day at work. I knew he was the last to leave the office and I was waiting for him. He’s a colleague at my firm and he’s an utter asshole. We all hate him but especially me because he’s an A-class bully and he makes snide remarks about me all the time to try and get in with management. It works too - rumor has it he’s up for the promotion I want. Well, if he’s going to take something from me I’m going to take something from him.

I was hiding behind a pillar right next to his car. As far as he knew he was the only person there. His car was the only one in the lot. I can see his schedule and I knew he was on a call with the folks in Tokyo which meant he was going to be in the office until after midnight. After the janitors had left, with only two security guards who had to patrol an entire building. It was just me and him.

As he was fishing in his pocket for his car keys I slipped out from behind the pillar and held a chloroform rag against his mouth and nose. He struggled for maybe two seconds and then passed out. I lay his limp body down and opened my bag and pulled a small box out of it.

I moved quickly. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Then I lowered his underwear. Damn. This dude had a nice cock and some fat balls. No wonder he was so arrogant. He had the meat to justify it. It wasn’t going to be any match for what I had brought with me though. I opened the box and admired the titanium chastity device I had specially created for this very occasion. It was a complicated design and I could adjust the size so long as it was unlocked. I slipped the titanium ring over his balls and then tucked his big cock through. It looked like he was wearing a metal cock ring. I rubbed a small amount of lube on the head of his cock and down the shaft so I could get the device on easily. I slid his member into the adjustable tube and once it was in I made it the smallest size I could. Pieces of titanium clicked into place as pieces fit into other pieces and his cock was squashed into a chamber far smaller than itself. With a small click I attached the tube to the ring and used a key to fasten the two pieces together.

Nothing except the key, or something stronger than titanium was going to get that off again. And anything stronger than titanium was probably going to damage the fuck out of his fleshy parts anyway.

I took just a second to admire my handiwork, wondering how quickly these two massive nads of his were going to fill up. I pulled up his underwear and pants and zipped them back up.

In a few minutes Zach was going to wake up from his chloroform funk and find out he was never going to jack that dick of his again.

I walked away laughing. And threw the keys down a drain I passed.

It’s obvious that he still hasn’t comprehended what happened to him. He obeys all orders out of fear and desperation, not because he’s ready. But it doesn’t mater. that’s always the first step. And this one is quite easy to train. Not even a shock collar was needed.

Like so many naive boys he thought kidnapping fantasies were some kind of fun. And in their youth and horniness they’re willing to trust so easily.

But when they realize in the back of the car that it is driving too long, when they’re forcefully stripped and all their belongings taken from them, when they see their IDs being burned just before a blindfold is forced over their eyes…when they find themselves tied up, gagged and fully naked in the mercy of a total stranger who looks at them as if they were nothing more than pieces of fresh meat, when they realize no one of their friends and family know where to find them, then…, well then it’s already too late.

📆 08/06/2018: Guten Morgen. ⛅ Am Wochenende soll ein neuer CB drauf.