It was bustling in the Little shop
when Cobb and Giovanna came in. On a Friday night, people were all excited,
picking up their bondage equipment, riding crops and little leather miniskirts
for the weekend.
Cobb's heavy, muscular arm rested on his beautiful
Italian-American wife's shoulder as they came into the
store.
"See anything you want, babe, before I...?" Cobb
looked questioningly at Giovanna, who grinned
mischeviously at him. He loved his little super-stacked wife, and enjoyed
buying her neckerchief-print skirts and hot
blouses, he just had to spoil her.
"No, I know you want to bribe me..." Gio grinned.
"No more tokens for you!"
Cobb breathed in. "I wasn't even thinking about
that...maybe." Giovanna laughed, tossing her thick black hair.
They approached the counter. "Hey there, Soapy"
Gio said to the burned out clerk,who managed a nod.
"How're the slot machines doing tonight? Cobb is feeling lucky, and he's
got a few tokens to spend, my reckless gambler."
Cobb blushed a little as he
caught Soapy's contemptuous look. Soapy, of course knew how poor Cobb got the
tokens...and what work they were.
The hardest work, some three weeks before, had been coming
home to Soapy and Giovanna in bed together. Cobb had wanted to bash Soapy's
face in, but, Giovanna had pointed to the Token Jar by the bedside.
Cobb had just gone into the other room and sobbed
quietly, his first time crying since he'd been about nine.
Giovanna wasn't seeing Soapy any more, except when they came
to the Little Shop, but Soapy still smiled at her, mesmerized, as did every man
between the ages of twelve and seventy.
Soapy said to Cobb, "It might be a good night for you,
lotsa guys ahve been dropping in tokens, but there haven't been many
winners...the law of averages should prove in your favor, maybe."
Cobb's heart leaped. It was true, if there were no key
winners so far, that meant there might be a chance for him. Soapy nodded.
"The last key winner was Doctor Pritchard on Wednesday...God what a mess
he made on the floor."
Soapy wrinkled his nose, thinking of the old surgeon jerking
off and spattering all over the place. It had
been Doc's first release in eleven months and sixteen days, what shitty luck.
Cobb's voice was shaking as the big man said "I hope it works out for me, um, Soapy."
Giovanna turned and looked up into her husband's eyes.
"I wish you luck tonight, honey."
Cobb smiled down at his beautiful wife. It had been nearly
three years since they'd actually made love as a couple.
Giovanna had quickly lost interest in fucking her husband
after she'd discovered that the muscular construction boss liked to be forced
into pink panties, which were dragged down for hairbrush spankings, and then
the whip!
After Cobb had been put in the Prince Albert, at first
they'd still screw once in a while, but that quickly went to him just being
allowed to masturbate less and less frequently, until of course now he was at
the mercy of the Slot Machines.
"Well you go, hustler!" Giovanna patted Cobb's
massive bicep and wiggled her ass at him, and Cobb felt his dick twitch
miserably against the Prince Albert piercing. His huge dick, pierced and then
stuffed into tight jeans, was not a pleasant feeling.
Especially after two hours of manual teasing....oh,
Giovanna! But they joined hands and walked back towards the little room that
once had held the recently discontinued Melinda 109 dom
robot.
As Cobb and Gio approached the little room, Cobb stopped
again. His eyes were pleading as he took Giovanna in his strong arms, stroking
her curly black hair. Cobb gave her a kiss as she grinded her soft hips against
his tortured cock.
Cobb hugged Giovanna's full Neopolitan breasts close to
him. He couldn't help it. He had to ask. "Honey, couldn't I just
have one more token" he pleaded. "One or two?"
Giovanna smiled and kissed Cobb hard, plunging her tongue in
his mouth as she stood on her tippie toes to reach his six foot three frame.
If she hadn't been on heels, she might have had to climb him
like a mountain, he was so big. Few people would imagine that this muscular
giant was enslaved by his five foot two lady.
Giovanna smiled and whispered. "I think you have enough
tokens."
"I gave you three for scrubbing the deck, one for
cleaning the kitchen, two for the excellent work you did on my wee- wee last
night,ooh, those orgasms were good, and one for buying
me that cute fox fur. I'm sorry I had to take back one for your speeding
ticket, but rules must be obeyed."
Giovanna's eyes twinkled at him, and Cobb sighed. They saw
the door open and an older man came out, sighing. "No
luck, eh?" Giovanna said sympathetically. "Where's your
Mistress?"
The man smiled, his eyes on Gio's
tube top. This always annoyed Cobb, but he knew that if he got all jealous,
Giovanna might take back one of his precious tokens.
"I don't have a wife or Mistress" the older
man said dolefully. "I signed on for the Little Shop Lone Plan--I'm locked
in a CB-2000 belt, and they give me ten tokens every Friday night when I show
up here. I have to just hope for it."
The older guy looked unhappy. "Imagine that. I pay $300
a month for the service, get ten tokens every week. I play the machines...
Tonight, I got nothin' but lemons, the belt stays on, Last
Friday night I won a few tokens, but played them out, and got no keys, and the
week before nothing."
The older man sighed. "At least I didn't get the
shvartza hittin' me with the cane."
"About six weeks ago" the old man said, "I
won a key, and I'd barely cum before Plato, the attendant, came to lock me up
again. His brother Cato is on duty tonight, actually laughed at me when I didn't get nothin."
Giovanna smiled and ran a long burgundy fingernail across
the old man's cheek. "You poor baby. And no
one to tease you at home, just to pump you up a little?"
Cobb winced. In a way of course he was the luckiest man in
the world--a beautiful wife who teased and tormented his cock as it flipped and
bounced in the horrible Prince Albert piercing...night after night! But
it just reminded him of how horny he was.
Cobb hadn't had any luck in seven months--seven months
in the piercing, imagine that. He knew he had to be polite even though his wife
was flirting with this bozo so he said politely. "Excuse me, Giovanna, I'm
going to go in and try my luck, dear."
Giovanna snorted, and her boobs bounced in the tube top.
"You go, babe. I'm hoping to see you get to beat your meat tonight!"
Cobb blushed as the older man grinned, and he walked into
the little room where the Slot Machine was kept. Cobb looked at it with hatred.
It had been his idea, of course--though he was a big, tough foreman on a
construction crew at work, he'd dreamed of being his beautiful wife's chastity
slave, and she was so good-natured, she kept giving him back the key.
A year ago he'd said "Honey, just let's try this--I'll
only get the key when I win at the slots, and you won't be able to give in to
my begging...and you get a whole bagful of tokens to dole out for me to be a
good boy!"
My God, what had he done? He'd had three orgasms from
chance, and one of those, at Christmastime, had been because Giovanna had given
him fifty tokens for a present...he'd had to win. But now it had been seven
months!
Cobb approached the machine as a smaller man was pulling the
one-armed bandit one last time. "Come on, baby...give me some
action!" His wife, a redhead, was watching with a grin. It came up
lemon...lemon...cane.
Oh man that was the worst, Cobb thought. The best solution
was to win the key, and what a sight it would be
rolling down into the tray...next best was winning more tokens, which might
give you another chance if you sent them back into the slot machine. But to get
a picture of a cane!
"No, no please."
the man said, But here came one of the huge black attendants, "P-please
Cato, don't..." The little man held up his hands. Cobb sympathized. It was
bad enough to get caned, but worse if you were a straight man to get a whipping
from another guy, and a black one at that.
"Take down yo' pants, Mister Braithwaite in dat corner,
dere, I be comin' wit de cane."
Cobb tried to look away but it was hard. Braithwaite was
arguing, and suddenly Cato just picked the little fellow up by his suit coat
and dragged him, protesting as his wife laughed and clapped her hands.
"Take em down, now!"
Cobb watched as the little man resignedly took off his
jacket and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, following with his
underwear. There he was, bending over and grabbing his ankles.
Cobb could see the little man's chastity device, which was
going to stay on tonight, locked between his legs. Cobb put his fingers in his
ears as the little man began screaming. Cato could certainly swing a
cane! Cobb had had a few thrashings from the attendants here at the
Little Shop Casino Room, and they weren't fun.
Giovanna could whip Cobb rather hard herself, and often
would bind him naked to the bed and thrash him until canes and switches broke
on his buttocks and he was crying, but she had no power next to these Negro
bodybuilders. Goodness.
Finally, Cobb turned away and put his first token in the
slot machine, pulling the arm on the right. There was a spin in the little
windows in front, and ---lemon, lemon, lemon! Cobb sighed, and dropped another
token in. He pulled the arm again. Three lemons again.
He felt Giovanna's gentle hand on his back as she came up behind him.
"That poor guy. He must be so
lonely. He said he just wanted to give up the nasty habit of masturbation, and
I guess he doesn't get to do it very often, though he's been luckier than you,
eh babe?"
Cobb dropped another token, three lemons. He turned to his
wife and gave her a hug. She loved him so much! She'd been so encouraging since
he'd gotten home from work--Cobb got off early because he left way early in the
morning.
As soon as he'd gotten in, Giovanna had escorted him to the
bedroom, where she'd ordered him to strip and she'd bound him to the bed and
run her long nails up and down his cock, which was twisting horribly in the
Prince Albert piercing, for two hours before she'd given him dinner, and they'd
gone to the Little Shop to see if he'd have any luck.
Now, the other fellow, the business man, pulled his
expensive suit pants up, after rubbing his bottom, where it had received twelve
vicious swats from Cato. He limped over.
"I still have two more tokens to spend. Do you mind if
I play through?"
Cobb became truculent. "Look, I think there's a chance
I can get a key, but if you..." Suddenly he felt his wife's elfin hand on
his huge forearm.
"Honey, be polite to the nice
man. Let him drop a few tokens in. If you're a good boy, I'll give you another
token, maybe."
Cobb immediately stood back and put his arm around Giovanna.
She rubbed her ass against his tortured cock, and they watched the other man
drop in his tokens. On the first one there were lemons...but on the
second...lemon...lemon...key!
Cobb rolled his eyes as he saw the picture of the key come
up in the third window, and suddenly it shot down into the tray, and the man
grabbed it. Now his pants were coming back down again!
They'd just gone down for his unfortunate whipping, and now
look at him! He pulled his trousers completely to his ankles, and unlocked the
belt, while shouting to his wife. "Darling, I've got my orgasm!"
But then they saw his face fall. His wife was kneeling in
front of Cato, and the huge black's penis was in her mouth. She looked very
happy.
The man shook his head, dropped to his knees, and pulled off
his chastity device. Giovanna smiled sympathetically. "Honey, you want to
see my cleavage while you beat off?"
Cobb was near tears. He could barely watch as the
enthusiastic little fellow nodded his head madly, and began jerking his dick,
while Giovanna waved her breasts in his face.
Within a few moments, the little man blew his load,
and Cato, satiated by the wife, came over to re-lock the chastity device on
again.
Giovanna buttoned up her top, just barely, and turned,
smiling to her des;ondent husband. She dropped a token
in his palm. "Do you want to try your luck, babe?"
Cobb shook his head, smiling in spite of himself. She was so
generous and caring. She just wanted to give the
guy some jollies.
Giovanna said with a whisper. "It was eight months
since his last squirt,and he'd had three whippings
from attendants! What rotten luck. I had to be nice."
Cobb nodded. "Well it was nice of you to give him a
show. I think I'll wait and earn more tokens for next Friday night, because
there's no chance I'll get a key, now that he just did. Let's go catch a flick
or get some ice cream."
Giovanna smiled. "We'll make it quick, because I've got
a date with a sweet young guy around
As Soapy watched the couple leave the Little Shop, he
thought he saw Cobb crying..but that was impossible, a
tough guy like him!
"Good God, Viv, did you see
that pathetic man weeping?" Shasta chuckled as she, Vivian and Nils
brushed past Giovanna and Cobb entering the Little Shop.
Vivian looked back at Cobb, but it was too late, his broad
back was headed down the street. "I missed it but that dark haired wife
has a nice tushie" Vivian winked at Shasta and the two women laughed.
Nils continued to walk silently behind them. Would this be
his night? His cock attempted to twitch in the tiny chastity tube. The tube
allowed for almost no erectile room, and Shasta and Vivian referred to Nils as
their "Little girl".
Sometimes Vivian would let Nils screw her, which meant that
he'd attach a strap-on dildo over his tubed cock, and
be forced to slam it in her until she'd cum a number of times, and of course
Nils hadn't cum at all!
But that was the life of a chastity slave. Thinking of
dildos, Nils winced. Earlier that afternoon, Shasta had pounded a three foot
long, five inch wide plastic schlong into Nils's poor
rear, and he was still wobbling from it.
Now, Vivian looked around the Little Shop. "Oh, God,
Shasta I think the sixteen plait Australian pattern bullwhip finally came
in." Vivian turned to Nils and snapped her fingers, and he sighed and
pulled out his wallet, removing his Visa Platinum card.
Suddenly Shasta's hand crashed across Nils's face, and
everyone in the Little Shop turned to look, some pitying, but more than one
snigger.
"I should take back a token for your shitty attitude,
Nils" Shasta said, with gritted teeth. "You make me ill. I may hang
you by your ears when we get home."
Nils looked at the floor, his face burning. "I'm so
sorry Miss Shasta." he said quietly. "Please don't take a token
away."
Shasta snorted. "Well you have so few...I guess
not." She and Vivian burst into peals of girlish laughter. Shasta's
cropped brown hair bobbed as she snorted, and Vivian tossed her strawberry mane
as she left Shasta and Nils to check out the bullwhips.
Nils breathed easier. Shasta was capable of it, that sort of
cruelty. Nils had worked so hard in the previous week---he'd earned five
Endurance tokens--two for each increase in dildo size when the girls had raped him, and one for hanging by his pierced nipples for four
hours, and of course two for the awful cattle prod stuff. Shasta was insane.
Then Nils had also gotten three tokens for Servitude. One
for sucking off Vivian's three gay male model-boys, one for drinking nearly a gallon of Shasta's urine and the other for
cleaning and scouring the house.
Nils had also been allowed to buy three tokens for two
hundred dollars each. This was a new thing. Vivian, Nils's wife liked the Home
Shopping Network, it was a weakness, so Shasta had suggested that Nils could
buy a few tokens, but the price, as they said in
As they approached the Slot Machine Room,
Nils and Shasta heard a great commotion. A beautiful auburn haired woman
was struggling in the arms of Plato, one of the huge black attendants, while
his brother, Cato, was unbuttoning her burgundy dress top. The woman kicked
about in her skirt, her high heels flying.
"Calm yourself, Maeve!" shouted another woman in
leather pants and bleached hair. "You wouldn't be this upset if you'd won yer key."
Shasta nudged Nils and pointed to the Slot Machine, just
inside the room. Nils looked and the windows revealed two lemons and in the
third window, a lightning bolt.
Nils shivered with understanding. The young woman, hoping to
win the key to her chastity belt, instead had gotten
a bad pull--worse than caning, she'd gotten the lightning bolt sign, and there
would be a terrible punishment for this.
Now, Cato had ripped off Maeve's shirt and bra, and was
picking up what looked to be a long stick with sparks
at one end.
"A taser."
Shasta said approvingly. "I'm going to buy one of those to work over your
balls, Nillsy."
Cato waved the sparking wand. "Take your punishment,
Miss Maeve, it hurts me more than it hurts you."
Cato crooned and pushed the buzzing taser against the
girl's full breasts Nils heard a sizzle as the wand hit a nipple,
and Maeve screamed bloody murder.
"No, no, it hurts so much!" screamed Maeve
lustily. "Please make him stop, Artemis." she looked pleadingly at
the punk Mistress, "I'll give back all my tokens, I'll do anything. I'll voluntarily
go without an orgasm for the next three months!"
Artemis chuckled cruelly and waved Cato on. "She's just
being a crybaby, Cato." Artemis said gleefully. "Maeve dumped her
last Mistress because the woman was so soft."
Nils couldn't get over it. Maeve seemed so educated, and had
been in a business suit, and Artemis sounded as if she'd been raised in Hell's
Kitchen.
But then again, Shasta wasn't any charm-school graduate.
Vivian and Nils had met her at the Hellfire Club in
Now, Cato approached the girl again, and she kicked against
Plato's strong embrace. "Jus' one mo' time dear." Cato said, and he
hit the other nipple and this time the sizzle turned into a full burn, and
Maeve passed out.
Plato dropped her on the floor and fetched a bucket of
water, throwing it in the girl's face.
Mave woke up, drenched, and
Artemis walked over and pulled her up by her hair. "Come on, get up, put your clothes back on."
Maeve groggily put on her bra and began buttoning her top.
Artemis grinned. "Here, I'll give you a couple more tokens if you want to
try your luck again." But Maeve shook her head and the two women left, and
Shasta giggled wildly.
Shasta turned to look at Nils contemptuously. "So, now
you're going to take your shot at the slots... with what, two tokens? That's
all you have, right?" Shasta laughed again.
Nils sighed miserably. He'd had eleven tokens this week, but
now he had only two...what bad luck!
Yes, if Nils had just held on to the eleven tokens he'd
worked so hard for, he'd have a good chance of winning a key. But, he'd lost a
token for putting Vivian on hold when she'd called him at work, and then Shasta
had docked him four tokens when she'd found an old "Penthouse" magazine
hidden under the bed.
Nils had protested that he'd had the stroke book since
before his training as a submissive had begun. Shasta however was
convinced that Nils wanted to "Cheat emotionally" on his Mistresses
with the hot centerfold blonde.
Though Shasta hadn't been able to resist teasing Nils at the
time. "As if you could jerk yourself, having your little willy locked up like that in the stupid tube...you could
just scrabble at the metal tube with your nails, right?" She and Vivian
had laughed uproariously at this, while Nils had sobbed silently in the corner.
After this, Nils had tried harder to exhibit perfect
behavior so he wouldn't be fined again, but he'd lost another token for letting
Vivian's car run out of gas, as if he ever drove it! He'd won that token back
for rimming her boyfriend when he had diareahh, but
lost the token once again for neglecting to pick up Shasta's dry cleaning.
Nils had been determined to hold on to the five tokens he
had left, but what a swindle he'd been put through! Shasta's new game had been
going for Nils's weakness for her beautiful breasts.
Shasta had beautiful 36C size boobs that she happily
displayed in lingerie top shirts, V-necked sweaters and halters, and
occasionally tank tops. Shasta's cleavage was creamy and smooth, and Nils loved
to stare at it hungrily..
After Shasta had moved in with Vivian and Nils, she'd
seen him naked plenty--he was constantly being ordered to strip for whippings, teasings and torture.
Before the advent of the chastity tube, Shasta got to view
Nils's dick four or five times a day, and she was constantly doing nasty things
to it, like poking it with fork, or burning it with one of her Marlboro
Lights.
But Nils had almost never seen Shasta without clothes
on--not much clothing, as she was used to running about in little thong bottoms
and cut off jeans...but he'd never gotten to see her with nothing on.
And then Shasta had, the night before, made a proposition
with Nils, but perhaps he hadn't been listening closely enough. Shasta had sat
down in front of Nils the night before, wearing a little pink sweater and she'd
looked at him earnestly.
"Nils...would you like to see my breasts?" Nils
had been shocked at first. Shasta had just ironed his nipples with a
clothes-press for surreptiitiously staring at her
chest just a few days before, and now she was asking him!
"C'mon, baby." Shasta had said. "I've been
feeling kind of low lately, and I was wondering whether my tits are still
looking good--and let's face it, you're a great guy, right?"
Nils had been astonished. He worshiped Shasta, she was
twenty years younger than he or Vivian, and quite stacked. He couldn't believe
that she was wondering how hot her boobs were. She should know. God knew she
had enough boyfriends!
Shasta had looked sadly at Nils. "I don't know whether
I'm that attractive any more. Would you want to see and play with my beautiful
breasts?" She breathed heavily, her rack jouncing slightly in the tight
pink top. "Do you think about sucking my nipples ever?"
Nils's cock had squirmed miserably against the tight
chastity tube. Could this be happening? "I-of course I would love to, if
it wouldn't be too disrespectful, Miss Shasta."
Vivian had been out with her own boyfriend, and it seemed
like such an opportunity. Shasta smiled, batted her lashes at Nils, and said,
"But I want to know how much it would be worth to you, Nillsie...do
you think you'd give up one of your tokens for me to remove my sweater?"
Nils had thought about it, agonized. At this point, he'd
lost six tokens, and he'd been denied for months. So was it worth it to give up
one of his precious tokens...he only had five left!
Shasta had looked deeply into Nils's eyes. "Honey, I
want to know how valuable I am...how beautiful I am. I know how precious your
tokens are to you, but would it be worth it to part with one, for me to part
with my pink sweater?"
Finally, Nils had handed over one of his tokens, shuddering.
Shasta had smiled, and slowly pulled her pink sweater over her neck, and of
course Nils had gasped at that first look at her full bosom in the little beige
bra.
The bra of course was trimmed with little roses, and Nils
thought his dick might explode, and wreck the entire chastity tube!
Shasta had tossed the sweater away and she'd grinned, and
suddenly grabbed Nils's head and pulled it between her breasts and held it
there for a moment, and he'd sniffed the scent of Chanel No. 5.
Oh heaven...and his dick had surged unhappily against the
cruel metal...oh God it was good! But suddenly Shasta had pushed Nils back and
slapped his face hard.
What...what happened? Nils had been stunned. Shasta looked
angry. "You think that's what you get for just one token? To slobber over
my pink honeys?" Shasta had shook her head.
"No, no...you want me to take my bra off? And let you
suck and lick...is that what you want? You'll have to pay out more!"
Shasta had shaken her breasts in the bra in Nils's face, and he'd sobbed.
"Hurry up and decide, or I'll put my sweater back on,
and then you're out a token and you've gained nothing."
Nils had reluctantly handed over another token...and Shasta
had pocketed it, and said, "That's all? You think you're going to see my
bare breasts for just one more token? And you want to suck on them?"
Nils had desperately begged her. "P-please Miss Shasta,
I only have three more tokens...it's been so long since I was allowed to
masturbate. Won't you reconsider--"
Shasta had turned from Nils and made out as if to pick up
her pink sweater, and Nils had gasped in anguish and handed Shasta another
token.
And then Shasta had come up to Nils, up close and began
fumbling with her bra, while pulling him closer, and closer...OOF!
Suddenly Shasta's knee had come up and gotten Nils right in
the balls and he'd fallen over, weeping.
Shasta's peals of laughter had gone through the house.
"You think I'd let you touch me or even see my boobs for a thousand
tokens, asshole?" she'd asked, as she'd pulled her sweater back over her
boobs. "You make me ill..." and she'd gone in the other room, and
Nils had lay weeping, impoverished with his two miserable tokens....
And that was all he had now!
"So, are you going to try for a key now?" Shasta
asked, bringing Nils back to the present. "There's nothing I'd like more
than to see you choking your chicken on the floor here." Vivian came up
behind her, holding a package that no doubt held the new bullwhip.
Nils looked at the two tokens he had left. "Permission
to try my luck, Mistresses?" The ladies nodded, giggling, and Nils went
over to the Slot Machine.
Nils dropped one token in and let the slots run for a time,
and then suddenly pulled the lever. Lemon...lemon...lemon.
Nils shook his head dispiritedly. "Can't I ever get
anything but lemons?" Oh God, and he only had one token left.
But he geared up, and dropped the token in. "This time,
maybe I'll get lucky!" The slots rolled, Nils pulled the lever...and
watched the windows.
Lemon....lemon...what the hell was in the third window? A
bug? A picture of a red bug, no it was... "an ant?"Nils said,
disbelievingly.
Plato came up behind him, followed by Cato, Myron and Byron,
the other black attendants. "You lucky dog!" Cato howled. "You
won de Fire Ant Farm."
Vivian gasped. "What does that entail?"
Cato responded. "We's going
to take Mister Nils inna back and put one hunned fire ants in his chastity tube, and let dem have a feast...on the meat that be available!"
As Nils screamed, the four blacks dragged him into the
back...it just wasn't his night!
Cobb and his crew left the
site. It had been a hard day--hell, a hard week. "Guess you ain't comin'
with us to Hooters, right Cobb?" one of the nail-gunners asked of his
chief. Cobb shook his head reluctantly.
It was true, for the past year or so the former
hardest partying construction foreman was a homebody,
and had resigned from all the darts tournaments, bowling leagues and
bar-hopping circuits.
"See you boys Monday" Cobb said and waved,
watching his friends go off to harass the scantily clad waitresses at their
favorite restaurant. It would be torture for him, anyway.
Cobb noticed a couple of college girls walking across the
street, their breasts straining against crop tops, and his penis swelled
painfully against the harsh piercing. Oh, Cobb's balls were leaden these days.
He was so helplessly horny, and he'd had no release in nearly eight months!
Cobb looked at his watch and realized he had to hurry home.
Giovanna was a stickler for punctuality, and it was Friday night again!
Cobb reviewed his tokens--he had eight. Giovanna had not
been happy with his cleaning the second floor bathroom, and she'd told him he
was slacking off, and had only given him three tokens for housework this week.
"Baby, I don't know why you want your princess to
live in a shit-hole" she'd protested with Italian-American vigor.
And what could Cobb do? Lose his temper, punch the wall?
That would just fix him, wouldn't it? Giovanna would take the few tokens he'd
earned and also she'd tie him to the bed naked and break her old sorority
paddle on his ass. Gio really knew how to swat!
Along with his three Housekeeping tokens, Giovanna had given
Cobb one for staying in a locked closet two nights before so she could
entertain a "friend" with a candle light dinner...and two for losing
five pounds over the past few weeks on the salad diet.
That had really made his crew grin, watching their big,
tough, foreman eating rabbit food instead of his usual submarine sandwiches....
So along with the two he'd saved from the week before, he
now had eight tokens,which might garner him a key if
he pulled the arm on the side of the slot machine at the right time.
Course it could go the other way, too. Cobb was terrified
every time he pulled the slot because it might be a picture of hot peppers, or
an enema bag or even worse in that last window...
And he knew he didn't want to go through whatever tortures
those goddam black attendants could come up with!
Cobb drove home, thinking of Giovanna all the way. Was she
going to tease him tonight...before taking him to the Little Shop Slot Machine?
As he unlocked the door, Cobb's dick began spasming against the
Cobb came in, calling "Honey, I'm home...where are
you?" But my God. There Giovanna was...sitting on
the couch, wearing a nightie and necking with a man in a robe. Cobb was taken
aback as he realized he knew the guy.
It was the older man that they'd met at the Slot Machine the
week before. The fellow was on the Lone Plan, which meant that he was locked up
of his own accord, no Mistress, and just got ten tokens a week to try his luck!
As he'd told them, his luck had been nil lately.
But if Cobb's eyes weren't deceiving him, the guy's chastity
belt was off, and Giovanna was playing with his dick through his open robe!
Giovanna looked up and smiled at Cobb. "Cobb,
baby...you're home! You remember Girard who we met last week...Girard?"
She looked questioningly at the older man.
"Natirboff...it's Ukranian." the old man said.
Pathetic. She doesn't even know his
last name. And he's a slaveboy besides! Cobb thought with contempt.
The man looked at Cobb's six foot five inch frame and began
to tremble a bit. "Maybe I better go, Giovanna, I..."
Gio laughed. "Absolutely not!"
She leaned over and gave Girard a big, sloppy kiss. "It's an open
relationship between Cobb and I...at least on my
end!"
"B-but Giovanna," Cobb said, "What's this
about you sleeping with another submissive? I can understand regular
guys, but this dweeb." His voice became angry.
"Now Cobb, don't get all pissy." Giovanna said
with a bit of a tone in her voice. "Girard here hasn't been laid in about
five or six years, and it seemed like he wasn't having much luck at the slots,
so I took him down to the Little Shop and gave him sufficient tokens to win a
key..and brought him back here so he could have a good
time."
Giovanna turned to Girard, who was trembling still. "Now Girard. You know that Cobb is automatically the
submissive of any man I make love to, and that counts for now as well. He sure
ain't going to act up right before it's time for him to go down to try his own
luck at the slots!"
Cobb was overcome by anger and resentment. Not only was
Giovanna not letting Cobb cum, but she was helping this doofus? She'd used some
of the precious tokens to unlock Girard's chastity belt,and
clearly they'd made love. The whole room smelled of it.
Gio noticed Cobb's reaction. "That's right, Cobbie, I
gave Girard a good time...he fucked me like a bronco, and it was good for him,
right babe?" Girard's face was a combination of gratitude and worship.
Cobb hated him.
And he wasn't even a big, good looking guy. Just a skinny
little dork! Several times, Cobb had been forced to submit to well muscled men
who were giving it to Giovanna, and he'd always bristled, especially if he
thought he could kick the guy's ass...but this was a 130 pound weakling!
"Just to show that you aren't upset, and that Girard IS
your master, why don't you strip, Cobb, and go get us some drinks?" As
Giovanna said this, her red-tipped fingers casually stroked Girard's chest, and
Cobb felt himself steaming up.
Suddenly Girard spoke up. "Yeah, and step to it, before
I take a b-belt to you." Giovanna squealed with delight and gave Girard a
long tongue kiss, her black hair swinging around on his shoulder.
Cobb clenched his fists, but as Gio turned back to him, he
sighed. "Why don't I just get your drinks, all right? It's been a
long..."
Giovnanna's voice was sharp. "Naked. Or do I have to
take one of your precious tokens away?" She hoisted herself on Girard's
lap, and began kissing his neck, one eye watching her unfortunate husband.
Cobb gritted his teeth, but he began unbuttoning his shirt,
and then he stepped out of his pants. Finally he was naked in front of his wife
and her lover. Girard's eyes widened as they scoped out Cobb's chastity
piercing.
"God, I can't imagine wearing something like that...his
penis is looped to his balls."
Giovanna smiled. "Yes, thats
the way it's done. One metal circle through the urethra padlocked to another
metal circle through the scrotum, which makes our Cobbster chaste"--she
leaned over and toyed with Cobb's pierced schlong--"but still available to
play with!"
Girard watched as Gio played with Cobb's penis, bent as it
was by the piercings. Girard gasped as Cobb's penis attempted to lengthen, and
he bit his lip sympathetically as he saw Cobb's face contort in pain as the
frustrated penis stayed locked in its cruel arc.
Giovanna ran her soft fingers with the long nails around the
bent shaft, tickling Cobb on his frenulum, the soft sensitive spot just beneath
the cockhead.
" Cobb hasn't been unlocked in
almost eight months, and the more I tease him, the more frustrated he seems to
get. Sometimes I can get this wound up wee-wee of his to turn purple, it's
really interesting."
Giovanna was now on her knees, massaging and teasing Cobb's
bound cock. She turned, and her hair spilled on her shoulder. "You should
see what it's like when I attach weights to this little mother, Girard. Sometimes five or ten pounds at a time. Then I make Cobb jog
around the yard naked at
Gio moved her forefinger across Cobb's sensitive shaft,
tickling the engorged veins. Cobb closed his eyes. It was too
arousing, staring down into his wife's gorgeous cleavage as she
had her way with his imprisoned manhood.
Had this been a mistake? Cobb often wondered. On one hand,
the energy that he used to put into sex and beating off he now used in the gym,
working out, and he'd gotten several raises at work because his energy level
was so good.
Of course Giovanna had also gotten Cobb to quit drinking and
smoking, and using recreational drugs, so that had helped as well.
But the frustration was collosal. Cobb licked his wife to
twenty or thirty orgasms a week, and she got lots of
other stimulation fooling around with her lovers, and it just didn't seem fair
that poor Cobb should be so frustrated.
And the last time he'd been allowed to cum, when he'd won
the key, Giovanna had insisted he shoot his wad into a condom, and drink it
right up when he was done! "I just don't believe in waste, you know
what I mean honey?" she'd said, laughing at Cobb's nauseated face.
But Cobb would drink gallonfuls of cum if he could just
Now he peered down at his bulging, bowed member in his
wife's slim white hands. "See?" she was telling a fascinated Girard.
"I can just poke it a little bit, and then it wiggles by itself, because
it's trying so hard to straighten out. It's kind of like owning a trained
serpent or something."
True enough, she moved her hands away, and the bowed penis
shook and trembled all by itself. The pain and strain in Cobb's urethra and
frenulum was intense, and the blood was rushing through his penis like an
overflowing
Oh, the hunger...the desperation to cum...and
his wife was looking into his miserable eyes...she knew he was breaking down!
Cobb knew deep down that if he'd said to Giovanna,
"Honey, I don't want to do this anymore" that she'd have unlocked him
immediately, and perhaps given him a soothing blowjob.
But of course Cobb was a submissive in his
heart, and this was what he wanted..but wouldn't it be
nice to just have a little break now and then?
Giovanna stepped back. "You didn't get our drinks yet,
slaveboy. Go get us a couple of beers now."
Cobb walked into the kitchen, his curved erection wobbling.
He got two Michelobs and brought them back to Girard and Giovanna. Gio narrowed
her eyes at him, and Cobb got down on his knees to present the beer. "Here
you are... Master and Mistress." Oh he couldn't
stand this! On his knees in front of this geek. Ugh!
Probably the next most painful experience had been when Cobb
had been forced to strip naked and serve his best friend Larry, when Giovanna
had decided to have a little fling. That had been horribly embarrassing...but
at least Larry was someone he could respect!
It had been rough, that weekend, especially when Larry and
Giovanna had sat and watched Sunday afternoon football while Cobb, his
nails painted pink, had knelt naked in the corner, sobbing because Larry had
given him one too many with the cat o nine tails!
His friendship with Larry and the other guys he'd gone to
Montrose Vocational High with was destroyed, and Cobb had never thought
anything was worse, not even the time that Giovanna had made him serve a black
man!
But this was absolutely ridiculous. Look at that smirk on
Girard's face. But Cobb had to hunch his massive shoulders and be a good
subbie. Looking up, he saw a gleam in Giovanna's eye.
"You know, Cobbie, I've been fucking Girard all
afternoon long..." she said. "But it's been
so long since he's cum, that he finds it hard to
shoot...my poor vagina must be too loose with all the men I've been putting out
for. What Girard needs is a tighter fit around his cock... like your
mouth, for instance."
Cobb was shaken. No, not that. Certainly he'd gone the limit
in serving guys, and it was important that he do what Giovanna wanted, but he'd
never sucked anyone's dick. What a revolting idea.
"I'm...I'm sorry, honey" he said gamely. "I
just...can't go there. It's..."
Giovanna looked at him and smiled. "You
sure? What about for five tokens?" She winked at Girard, who
smirked again. Cobb had to practically kneel on his hands to control himself.
"I...please, Giovanna. It's been so long since I had an
orgasm, I..." Tears came to Cobb's eyes. He couldn't believe that Giovanna
had been so good to this nebbish, given him all this great sex, and spent
COBB'S tokens to get the key.
He should just walk out of there. Just get dressed, walk out
of there, buy a pair of bolt cutters at Home Depot, no shit, there were some at
the construction site, and just cut off this horrible metal appendange on his
dick, but...
Three minutes later, Cobb was kneeling in front of Girard's
crotch, and Girard's dick was waving. "But I have to tell you, Giovanna, I
really need to pee first." Girard was saying.
"Nah, just stick your dick in and pee down Cobb's
throat" Giovanna responded enthusiastically. "He'll like that!"
Through tears, Cobb took Girard's dick in his mouth,
swallowed what seemed to be a gallon of urine, and then began sucking Girard
off...and when Girard exploded, there was a lot of
semen to suck...
Later, at the Little Shop, Cobb won a key, but a pair of
handcuffs came down the slot as well. "Dat means he got to rub it against
the flo'" Cato explained to Giovanna, locking the cuffs behind Cobb's
back.
Girard, Giovanna and everyone else in the Little Shop
enjoyed the spectacle of Cobb, stark naked, with his h ands cuffed, rubbing his
dick against the floor until he shot his eight month wad. It was quite an
entertainment!
THE END
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