Stay away from the windowSubmitted by: Tom
I thought it was a fun idea. Not politically correct, but what the hell. When we moved into our apartment as newlyweds, I noticed two women on a balcony across the court from us. Since this is an area noted for its diversity of residents and being liberal, I soon came to the conclusion that they must be lesbians.
When I was in our bedroom changing clothes, I noticed that the light in their apartment which had been on when I started was now off. This pattern was the same each night. So when my wife (Linda) was out for the evening, I decided to treat them to a show by masturbating. Not right in front of the window - - that would be too ovbious - - but close enough that they could easily see me in the dim light. When Linda was out of town on a buisiness trip, I did this each night she was gone. I almost didnt have enough left in me to greet her and make love the first night she was back.
The following weekend, Linda decided it was time we meet the neighbors by inviting them in for a small party. It was a nice evening, and at that time we met Barb and Tina, the two from across the court. They were the last ones remaining after the others went home. Linda told them she had a short videotape they might be interested in seeing and turned on the TV. As we sat there and watched a sports bloopers tape, it suddenly cut away and there was a tape of a man jacking off as taken from a distance. It was me!
Barb and Tina were sitting on either side of the couch with me in the middle, and as soon as I showed recognition, they grabbed my arms. They were strong; in the party conversation, I had found out they were both aerobics instructors. And not lesbians! (One of them was also a nurse. I forgot which.) Linda directed them to take me into the bedroom and put me on the bed. Each one held a wrist and stretched out my arms to either side. Linda put a leather cuff on each wrist and then they started to pull me out. The neighbors held my arms until they were stretched out tightly, and then turned their similar attention to my legs. But before they spread them out, Linda removed my pants. I was soon spread out on the bed, but not completely tight. I then heard some clicking sounds and the pull got tighter. (I later found out they were using the sort of thing which is used to tie a tarp to the top of a truck, which allowed them to tighten my bonds without running the risk of my getting looser.)
OK, fella, are you ready for some fun?
Linda then added, Im not talking to you but to Little Tom. And since Im not talking to you, you dont need to talk to us.
At that point, a ball gag was put into my mouth and buckled behind my head. And then a blindfold was added. The third action was ripping my underwear shorts off my body.
I guess you are already acquainted with Little Tom, said Linda. I could hear the other two laugh that they were.
First, we shave his public hair. Who wants to do what?
I tried to complain but only a muffled sound came out. And I was sure in no condition to stop them. Cold shaving cream (I assume) hit my public region and then the scraping of a razor, with an occassional Be careful! Following that, I could smell something like alcohol and then the end of my cock turning cold. After a few minutes, there was a sharp pain from something pricking me on the penis, followed by a second and a third. I couldnt cry out but I could cry, and that was hidden by the blindfold.
There was a lot of twisting and moving in my penis area, but without being able to see what was going on, I wasnt really sure. It felt as if something were being put under my balls and then over my penis, and some pain from pulling on my skin down there. Finally, the smell of crazy glue. Then a little more pulling and they were done.
My wrists and ankles were loosened and they helped me to my feet. I was walked across the room where Barb and Tina continued to hold me while Linda took off the blindfold. I was in front of the full-length mirror and what I saw was not pretty. My balls and cock were encased in plastic! I could see them squashed inside but could not touch them. There was a wire running around the top, connecting a couple of small rings.
We pierced the loose skin near the head of your cock in three places. Those rings are attached to those holes. Which means the plastic will not come off unless I cut this wire and let you out. The wire is secured with this little seal which they use on electric meters. If you cut the wire, I will know it. And if you do, Barb and Tina will send your videotape onto the internet, as well as send copies to your boss and the other neighbors. Is that clear?
At that point, my gag was removed. I begged for mercy but there was none to be had. The rules were laid out - - (1) once a week I would be released for washing, but my hands would be secured so I could not touch myself; (2) This was to go on for one year, at the end of which I would have a trial period to see if I could go without masturbating; (3) Linda would not go without sex because I would provide it with a new toy which she brought out - - a gag on one side and a dildo on the other. She put the gag in my mouth and the other two approved of the large dildo sticking out the other side. (The first time we used it, she came to orgasm quickly but I had no such release; my cock couldnt even get larger within its plastic confinement, let alone ejaculate.)
And one more thing. Next weekend we are going to Florida where there is a nude beach. I am going to parade you up and down the beach in your plastic cage for all to see. Any objections?
There were none. Of course; Im not stupid.
So we took the trip and we walked up and down the beach and the women all laughed at my situation, my little cock enclosed in clear plastic. And if that was not enough, Linda bought some dog-leash stakes and spread me out on the beach to get some sun, again with my enclosed not-very-private parts on view for all. The restraints is what drew them over, and they all had a good laugh at my chstity situation.
It has been six months now. A long six months with six more to come. And each time I see Barb and Tina, they ask me how Little Tom is. And laugh. Other of my neighbors laugh when they see me so I wonder how many of them know the situation. Linda says that I will be released after the year is up, but if I am bad during that time, she will have another neighborhood party to celebrate my release.........
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