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Hollywood Hostage
by
Doc Masterson

CHAPTER TWELVE
     Nothing but pain, that's what I felt when I woke up the next
morning in my cell.  They must have just thrown my nude body on
the cell floor when I passed out the previous day.  I had thought
I heard them issuing orders to Thor to carry me to my cell, but
that may have just been a dream.
     Somehow the cold floor was enforcing some kind of new
reality on my body.  I was coming to very fast.  There was
something different.  I could not figure it out at first. 
Suddenly there was a new reality.  Except for the rings on my
cock and balls, I was free.  There were no restraints on my body. 
I was not in a rubber sleep sack, a total leather suit or thigh
arm restraints.  I was even free of the wrist ball cuffs that had
kept my hands away from my horny cock for all these many days.
     I was, however, just as full of white milky scum as before. 
I needed to release the tremendous pressure that was inside my
balls.  My semen factory had been working overtime for days.  I
had a vast oversupply of cum.  Now was the time to release it. 
It would surely make a large pool in the middle of the room.
     I took my sex snake in my hands and started to stroke my
stiff rod.  It felt so good.  I was so full.  I needed a release. 
The rings that I was still forced to wear seemed to make the
effort more of a challenge.  I worked harder.  I had to cum.  I
had sublimated my needs for all this time to that of others.  Now
was my time for satisfaction.
     I could feel the climax coming.  It started deep in my
balls.  It would be like a rumbling freight train.  I knew the
track was a long one.  It was coming over the grade and starting
downhill.  The cum was in my dick.  The pump was on.  Ther' she
blows.
     Dick milk was shooting across the room.  The cycle was
glorious.  I could feel the ecstasy for a full five minutes and
the cum filled a foot wide circle on the floor.  I had finally
unloaded the gallons of he-oil that had been my burden through
out my training.  It was a glorious experience.
     Although I was feeling pleasure, I was also feeling shame. 
It had not been since I was in high school that had I felt the
need to masturbate.  It had never been an acceptable means of
satisfying your needs, but everyone had done at one time or
another.  No one would have ever talked about it, in my
generation, but it was always there as part of your early lives. 
As we found other outlets, we refused to admit we had ever done
it.
     "That was certainly a disgusting display," Breta said as she
stood quietly just inside my cell door.
     "You were told not to masturbate," Trixi said staring me
right in the eye.  "And yet you have created a regular Lake
Erie."
     "It just happened," I said trying to deny any complicity in
the milky ooze.
     "You can't get by with that," Breta said.  "We've been here
watching for more than fifteen minutes."
     "You've got quite a hand there," Trixi said.  "We'll have to
let you try it on Thor one of these days."
     "I couldn't help it.  I was just so full of fuck juice.  It
was burning me up, and you wouldn't let me shoot my wad with
either of you... " I was whimpering like a silly school girl.
     "If you won't follow the rules, we'll just have to find
another way to get them enforced," Breta said sternly.
     "I think he is a candidate for the chastity belt, don't
you?" Trixi said with a real sound of questioning in her voice.
     "It's the only way we'll have him ready for delivery to Ms.
Gabou," Breta agreed.
     "I'll get the unit from supply," Trixi said taking the lead.
     "And I'll get the spot welder from the barn," Breta said.
     Ms. Gabou, I thought.  Could that be the famous actress
Greta Gabou?  She and her sister had been the scandal of 
Hollywood for years.  Although their movie careers had long since
peaked, they were constantly in the news for some outrageous act
they had done.
     They did not offer any additional information and I did not
think it wise to ask for a clarification.  I was feeling much
better after the shoot, but I knew I was again in trouble.  The
mystery of it all was my love muscle.  It was a still rock hard
crane looking for a load of poontang to lift into a thundering
jism.
     Trixi returned first and unlocked my cell door.  She had a
box full of the new appliance they called the chastity belt.  I
knew from my history class that chastity belts had been installed
on women in the times of the Crusades.  The married women were
expected to need this to protect their morals and their husbands
conjugal rights.
     I had never heard of a unit for men, and the thought was not
pleasing.  I knew the old time units had to make provisions for
natural functions, but I wasn't sure what other tortures there
might be to the unit.  I was soon to find out.  I could almost
feel the tension in my balls.  There would soon be something on
my love tool I could never have previously imagined.
     "It's a good thing you thought to use the new electro-magnetic 
rings we bought," Gerta said as she arrived with the
portable welding unit.
     "We won't have to rewire him to get the damn thing fully
operational."
     "That should save some time and keep his prick in good
condition for our needs as well."
     They didn't waste much time putting the unit on me.  The
unit had a cup front panel that was to hold my cock and balls, a
crotch strap that went between my legs and a belt that met the
crotch strap in back.  The components were mostly some sort of
hardened spring steel. My love rod and balls were to be clamped
between a front and back plate of the appliance.
     They slid the crotch strap between my legs and let the back
piece for cup portion rest against my stiff cock and balls.  Like
the leather suit I had to wear a few days before, there was only
one small hole for my cock and balls to be pulled through.  The
trainers were not nearly as gentle as Thor had been the other day
and both balls were throbbing with pain soon.
     The rings on my dick and balls seemed to have been waiting
for this male chastity belt.  The flat inner panel of the cup
unit had special metal grippers that were used to snap around
each on the rings around my dick and jewels.  The skin on all
parts of my personal love took were stretched to their maximum. 
Damn, this was going to be a pain to wear.
     These two now started to lock the unit to my body.  They
pulled the crotch strap and both waist bands to the center of my
back just above the crack in my ass.  It was going to be tight,
very tight.  I could feel the pair inserting each metal band into
a screw bracket to lock the three together.
     "Are you sure that is tight enough?" Breta asked as she put
her fingers inside the metal band a round my waist.
     "He's pretty lean there, but it wouldn't hurt to pull each
one of the bands one screw hole closer to the center."
     "That's cutting me in two," I had to comment as the steel
seemed ready to carve into my hip bones.
     "It's positioned in the fatty tissue area above your hip
bone so you shouldn't complain," Breta said continuing with the
tightening process.
     "If you try to push it down over your hips, you may just
break a bone," Trixi said standing back to admire their work.
     It certainly felt like there was no possibility of ever
getting the belt off over my hip bones.  I had never had a lot of
midsection fat, I assumed this would come in middle age.  The two
belt bands, therefore, really cut into the soft tender side skin
of my torso.  I hoped I would not have to wear this torture
device for long.
     "Ready for the welder?" Trixi said as Breta seemed to be
turning the safety screws tight in the back of my belt.
     "Fire her up,"  Breta said, "I've got the shield we'll need
to keep his skin from getting too badly burned."
     I could feel Breta stuff some kind of cold metal shield
behind the joint where the three bands of my belt met.  It
apparently did its job as I heard the arc welder spit out a full
five minutes of high temperature zaps.  They were stopping just
in time, the three metal bands were starting to get hot, very
hot.
     "That's not coming off of there, my friend," Trixi said with
a note of finality that really made my heart sink.
     "If you had learned your lessons a little better, you
wouldn't have to wear this little thing for the rest of your
life." Breta said
     "We've got to install the rest of it and test it," Trixi
said turning around to my asshole.
     The band they had drawn through my crotch and tightly
divided my ass cheeks.  Divided was hardly the world, they were
cut in two.  There also seemed to be some sort of extra metal
around my asshole.  It felt like the hole itself had been rimmed
with cold steel.  My hole felt exposed and ready for such
violations as Thor had made me endure earlier.
     "These last two parts are removable, but they will only be
removed when we are ready to do so," Trixi said starting to
insert something up my ass.
     "Your new owner may have some sort of need for this hole so
we have to keep it open and ready for whatever they have in
mind," Breta said.
     The plug device was wide and deep.  I had to take a few
quick deep breaths to overcome the pain to the device in my still
tender hole.  I could hear the click of some sort of lock as the
plug was made impossible for a slave to remove.  I was now
wishing I had not masturbated this morning.
     "I brought the air tank," Breta said as the plug was locked
in place.
     "Hook up and make it fit a little better," Trixi said in a
voice that was definitely directed tauntingly toward me.
     They had one of those small air canisters you would use to
blow the dust out of a computer or keep a typewriter clean.  I
could feel them press the nozzle against my butt plug.  There was
the hiss of air escaping, then pain.  The plug was being blown up
inside my ass muscles.  I was sealed tight.  My asshole was
theirs to use as they wanted.
     "This cover plate will only be removed when we need your
dick for our service," Breta said. "It will no longer be possible
for you to masturbate and shoot your stick slime all over your
cell."
     "Yes, mistress."
     The unit was designed with a quick-hitch hinge on the bottom
of the cup shaped plate.  I could feel the hinge click in place
right below my balls as they started to lock me in to the smooth
steel cup unit.  As they drew the cup up toward its locking
position with my waist belt, there was a problem.  The unit had
been purposefully designed to have too little space for my balls. 
As the cover was closed, my balls were crushed flat.
     "Wait, that is crushing my balls," I said thinking there had
to be some kind of mistake.
     "We don't want you to forget you have this little unit on,"
Trixi said with a glitter in her eyes that said the pain would
not go away.
     "Besides we know a little crush pressure will make you all
the harder.  When we need to use your little tool for our
pleasure that hardness will be appreciated," Breta said.
     "Yes, mistress, but it is more pain than I'll be able to
take."
     "You should have thought your disobedience out a little
earlier," Trixi said clicking the lock shut with my balls in full
crush pressure.
     "We will give you the rest of the day to get used to that
thing," Breta said with an artificial tone of understanding. 
"We'll test the unit tomorrow to be sure it's fully functional."

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