Cum Control 3 ============= By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Michael Lopez ------------- Like about fifty boys before him, Michael Lopez had made the mistake of following me home from a bar. All of my prey met strictly defined criterion: alone at the bar, nobody expecting them at home, nobody to ask too many questions. Michael Lopez was no exception. He was unusual in one respect, he was the first hispanic man I had captured for my cum collection. He was also older than most, twenty eight. Close to my own age. But as I have maintained my own details are quite irrelevant. Inside my Beverly Hills home, Michael was clearly dazzled by the surroundings. "Drink," I asked while holding a drugged scotch in my hand. "Yes, please," Michael responded while taking the drink from my hand. I poured myself another drink and by the time I turned around, Michael was unconscious on the floor. There were many choices for Michael's torture but I decided to keep it simple with some orgasm denial followed up with an intense bout of milking. I carried the hispanic man to my cum torture dungeon and restrained him to the examination table. His legs were spread far apart and above his waist level in stirrups. His fuckhole and, more importantly, cock were completely exposed. I took an empty specimen jar from the shelf and labeled it carefully "John Doe LVI." Sleep ----- I prefer to be well rested when I torture a boy and so I locked the door to the dungeon and headed up to my bedroom. It was almost sunrise already and I closed the drapes tight against the onslaught of the sun. I heard a buzzer ring. Door. I groaned and rolled over. The digital clock read "1:47 PM". Buzz. "Fuck," I said aloud as I crawled out of bed and went to the door. Through the peephole I made out the face of a delivery man. I opened the door. "Hey," I said. The young, gay delivery agent clearly was enjoying the site of my mostly naked body. "Flowers," the delivery agent said as he strolled in univited. "Bob," I said reading his name tag, "you have more deliveries?" "Nope," you were my last. I smiled. The thought of tormenting two at once caused my cock to go erect in my boxers. Bob noticed, "hey easy does it, I'm just delivering flowers." "Suit yourself," I said handing Bob a hundred dollar bill as a ~tip~. Bob got onto his knees, I shook my head and lifted the young delivery twink up and kissed him. "Come back on your next day off and it will be worth another $100 to you," I explained. He stood and said he would consider it and walked out. I did not care, I had my prey in the dungeon, a cute hispanic lad of twenty eight. I walked down to the dungeon. Observation Room ---------------- Through the one way mirror, I could see Mr. Lopez. He was awake, but completely calm. He seemed to sense he was being observed and nodded his head slightly at the one-way mirror. I could not discern and sweat on the young man's muscular body. He had not struggled against the restraints. Curiosity got the better of me and I walked into the room with him, still quite undressed. Michael looked up at me and smiled. "I was wondering how long it would be before you checked on me," he said calmly. I was off balance. John Does numbers one through fifty five had been terrorized by the restraints. The struggle and the fight was part of the eroticism of my dominance over them and here Michael was completely calm and accepting of his predicament. "Can I have some water please sir," Michael said evenly. I nodded and let Michael sip some water from a KamalBak next to the surgitable. After a few sips Michael turned his mouth away slightly and said, "Thank you sir." His voice was completely even keeled and betrayed not even a hint of fear. "May I ask your plans for me sir," Michael asked completely unafraid. I stared at his body and drunk in his dark olive complexion. He was quite handsome. Plans ----- "Originally," I started, "I was going to play with your cock for a day, maybe two. Keep you on the edge of orgasm and then finally milk your cum out of you violently and against your will." Michael's face remained emotionless. "Now, though," I continued and then trailed off. I ran my hands along his body. His muscles were well defined and his cock uncircumcised. "I used to work as a landscaper until 1999," Michael explained. Michael was disrupting my plans and a part of me wanted to drug him and leave him at a bus depot. But his calmness in the face of his predicament intoxicated me. "Then I had a job working on the house of a young movie star who invited me in," Michael continued, "the star got me to do lots of things and including quiting my job and ultimately sending me for 'training' in Amsterdam for six months. I went willingly not realizing what I was in for. I quickly learned how to live as a slave and was surprised to find that I really liked it. However, when I returned a few months ago, the star had moved on and all I had was a couple thousand in hush money." "So you were just hoping to meet a mean slavemaster in a trendy yuppie bar," I asked. "No," he said, "I was hoping to meet another star and be his sex slave." "I'm not a star," I responded. Michael continued, "But you are a hot master, who took me without even asking permission, drugged me, restrained me, and planned to use me solely for your own sexual pleasures." "True," I said smiling. "Is that still in the cards," he asked. "Possibly," I said smirking, "but you might like what I have in store too much." Michael said, "Try me." I decided to have some fun with my hispanic guest. I turned around and found a stainless steel collar I had purchased from Mr. S. in San Francisco (MRSWEB_). The fit was tight but would not restrict blood flow and so I fastened the collar around Michael's neck, sealing it closed with the key. I attached a metal lead to the O-ring in front of the collar and then locked stainless steel restraints to his wrists and ankles. I turned my attention to his gorgeous uncut cock and took out a chastity device called the CB-2000 (CB2000_) configured it for his cock and attached it together with the "Points of Intrigue" to ensure that he would be unable to pull out. I took out a syringe and selected a mild sedative to apply to Michael. "I'll cooperate," he said looking at the needle. "So," I said as I plunged the syringe into the boy and injected him with the sedative. I waited till I was certain the desired effect had been had and then unfastened Michael from the surgical table and guided the groggy landscaper to a "guest" room in my house. I locked the end of his lead to an eyelet in the bed and shut the door and locked it from the outside. I sat down in my living room and turned on the camera in the guest room. Michael was still groggy and quiet from the sedative. Did I want to keep him though? It would be fun to keep him chained up for several days if nothing else. The doorbell rang. Delivery Guy ------------ I looked through the peephole, Bob, the flower delivery guy. I opened the door, "more flowers?" "Nah," he said and looked down at the ground bashfully, "but I could really use some extra money for the holidays." I grinned, "I kind of got the sense you might have sucked my cock for free..." He blushed bright red. "Come in already," I said taking him by the shoulder and guiding him into the house. "Flowers are nice," I said pointing to them on the table. I had not even looked at the card. Bob started to kneel in front of me and I made a "tsk" noise and shook my head. "No young man, I plan to get my money's worth," as I took out nine more hundred dollar bills. One thing I love about control is that there are many ways to take control. You can use violence. Drugs. Emotions. And, money. I folded the bills back into my pocket and walked towards the dungeon. There was after all an empty specimen bottle attached to the milking machine. Bob followed me into the room meekly and I could tell he was struggling between wanting to bolt for the door and his desire for the money. Without talking, I helped him up onto the table and fastened his arms to the table and then did the same for his legs. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out of his boxers. "What are you going to do to me," he asked. I slid one of the hundreds into his pocket, but did not answer him. I put on a latex glove and stroked his semi-erect cock to a full erection. "Look can we forget the whole thing," he asked. Negotiation. I slid another hundred into his pocket and shook my head. I slid the business end of the milking machine onto his engorged cockhead and triggered the switch with my foot. He shook visibly and screamed when the whirring sounds of the machine started up. But the best screams were saved for sometime after the third orgasm. Then again, I get ahead of myself. The milking machine is phenomenal in that it can practically suck a guys testicles out of his cock through the cum slit. Or more to the point it can suck the cum right out of those balls in long, extended, forced orgasm after orgasm. I slid the remaining hundreds into Bob's pocket and left the room to watch through the mirrors. The first orgasm through the milker is always my favorite. It is usually a guys most intense orgasm ever and it is somewhat willing in that the sensations are mostly pleasurable. Bob was no exception about five minutes into the experience he relaxed slightly and seemed to work with the machine to try and bring himself to orgasm quicker. Bob yelled out pleasurably during the first orgasm and I love the sight of a man's cum being sucked out at the tip. The real panic for Bob set in, as expected, when the machine did not shut off and I did not come in after the first orgasm. Instead it kept sucking and milking for more gism from his balls. Bob screamed as the machine forced his cock to stay erect and began pulling for more cum. I reached down to my cock and stroked it gently, careful not to waste my load and watched for the next few hours and Bob was forced to undergo several more orgasms, several completely dry. When I was satisfied that I had thoroughly milked Bob's ball sacs, I reentered the room and switched off the machine. Bob could barely be heard, his voice shot from screaming. I kissed him on the forehead and said, "That was quite good for me." Then I shoved a wad of hundreds, about another $1000, into his open mouth, gagging him with the money. I undid the restraints and helped him get up. He was stiff, and sore, from the ordeal. He transferred the extra $1,000 to his pocket and asked if he could leave. I nodded and guided him out of the house. Michael II ---------- By the time I checked in on Michael, the drugs had worn off slightly. I brought in a meal replacement milkshake to the boy and said, "Drink." Starving from a day without food, he drank it down almost instantly. "Bathroom," I asked in a fit of politeness. "SIR, yes SIR," he answered. I unlocked him from the bed and guided him to the attached bathroom. I attached the lead to the railing of the shower with a one meter extension and told him, "Take care of yourself, I'll be back in an hour." Flowers ------- In the kitchen, I switched the TV to the closed circuit cameras in the guest room, and more particularly the guest bathroom. Michael was taking a crap on the toilet, but the lead forced him to keep his head and neck leaning forward awkwardly. I smiled. I looked at the unopened card on the flowers and decided to open it. > Dear Jason: > > I miss you. > > Love > Jim Jim had left me. That was back when I used to allow men choices. It was also four years ago. I had fifty-plus specimen jars to show for those four years and a hot slave chained to my shower. On the TV, I could see Michael showering. His body was stunning covered with soap. I noticed him reaching for his cock and encountering the plastic cage of the CB-2000. I smiled broadly and felt my cock stiffen. Michael would do quite nicely. But, Jim's card had affected me. I noticed the time and returned to the guest room and confiscated Michael's towel saying, "time's up." The slave was still quite wet, but he did not object to my actions. I unlocked him from the shower railing, guided the dripping wet boy back to the bedroom and locked him to the bed. I kissed him on the forehead, moved the water bottles within lead range and headed out, careful to lock the door on my way out. In my own bedroom I looked at the picture of Jim and I that I still had out on my dresser. Then I got into bed, alone, and went to sleep. Doorbell -------- I looked at the clock "9:02 AM". Who the fuck would ring the door at nine on a Sunday. Still naked, I staggered to the door and looked out the peephole, it was Bob, with more flowers. "One minute," I said and headed back to my bedroom for a robe. When I answered the door he was clearly attempting to avert his eyes from meeting my gaze. "Sunday deliveries," I asked. He shrugged and let himself in to place them on my kitchen counter. I handed him a hundred dollar bill and he left without saying a word. Whatever I thought. I decided to bring Michael his breakfast, another meal replacement milkshake. I brought the shake in along with another bottle of Evian. Michael was asleep and I tickled the soles of his feet till he roused. "Breakfast," I said handing him the shake. "I'll be back in five to unchain you to use the bathroom." I left the room and in the kitchen allowed my curiosity to get the better of me. > Dear Jason: > > I will do ~anything~ to have another > chance with you. > > Love > Jim Again, no number or other contact information. I put the new flowers next to the others and went back to Michael. He had finished his breakfast and gulped down quite a bit of water. I unchained him from the bed and led him to the bathroom. There, I attached him to the railing and told him, "twenty minutes." I left him alone and went to my study. I turned on my computer and logged in. As I was about to check my email, the doorbell rang. I went to the door and found Bob with yet another batch of flowers. I opened the door and let him in. "I need you to go check the orderbook back at the store to find out where these are coming from if you want a tip," I explained. He kept his eyes from meeting my gaze. "Still sore from yesterday," I asked. He nodded. "Not what you expected though?" He shook his head and left without a tip. I opened the third card: > Dear Jason: > > I am closer than you think. > > Love > Jim I could not decide if Jim was bordering on stalking me or just trying to let me know he was back in the greater Los Angeles region. I checked my watch twenty minutes were up. I came back to Michael and he was standing, hands clasped behind his back, done. I unlocked him from the shower and he calmly walked back to the bedroom to be chained to the bed again. I gave him another kiss on the forehead and told him I would be in later to fuck him. The doorbell rang yet again. Through the peephole I could make out Bob, but no flowers. I opened the door, silently he handed me a sheet of paper with the order information. His hand remained outstretched and I handed him a hundred dollar bill. "Good boy," I said as he turned and left. The orders it seemed had all been taken in person on Thursday at the florist in West Hollywood. Payment had been in cash. There was supposed to be a bouquet of flowers a day every day for the next ten days. The florist had messed up slightly deliverying two today then it seemed, but I knew that seven others awaited me. My cock was raging a hardon and I decided that Michael needed to be fucked. I unlocked the bedroom and he was waiting for me. He had laid down on his stomach with a pillow under his midsection to raise his beautiful, smooth, bubble butt into the air for me. I threw off my robe and got onto the bed behind him. Without lubing up, I parted his buttcheeks and rammed my cock into his tight fuckhole. Michael stayed absolutely calm as I forced myself onto him and despite his inability to become erect due to the chastity cage, seemed to genuinely enjoy the fact that I was using his body. After I orgasmed, I pulled out and ordered him to roll back over. I lay on top of the pretty slave and kissed him on the mouth and explained his new life to him: "You will be naked except for the restraints 24-7. I will provide you two liquid meals a day and four liters of water. You are required to consume all of that on a daily basis. If you have been good during a day you will be permitted to eat dinner with me. Otherwise you will go without dinner. Any questions?" "SIR, no SIR," he responded. "Good," I said unlocking him from the bed, but leaving the chain attached. I walked out of the room then, locking it behind me. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. .. _MRSWEB http://www.mr-s-leather-fetters.com/ .. _CB2000 http://www.cb-2000.com/ $$