My Confusion Part 5 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

Turning around there stood the coach and Martha both wearing a grin with Martha applauding.
“Oscar worthy performance, don’t you think John?”
“Yes Martha I think you are correct.”

“Frank I want you to go into the bathroom wash and dry your cock and balls and then come back here.”
Having done my clean up as ordered I returned the coach and the others.

“Martha would you like to do the honors?” Asked the coach.
“I would be forever in your debt if you would allow me the honor.
Frank come over here please and lay down on the table on your back please.”

As I reclined upon the table Martha began to manipulate my cock.
As she was doing this I felt my balls and then my cock being placed into something metallic.
My balls were pulled through a ring and my cock being encased in what felt like a cage followed by the sound of a click.
“OK Frank stand up.

Getting up from the table I looked down at what Martha had placed my cock into.
I was locked into a male chastity device.
My balls were pulled through a ring and my cock was encased in what looked like a bird cage that surrounded my cock.

This cage had a downward bend that kept my cock in a position that was akin to my cocks flaccid state.
While my cock wasn’t cramped there certainly no room for an erection.
The very tip was open to allow me to pee and the ring around my balls was just small enough that it couldn’t slip off.

“Pet come here.” The coach said.
As Pet walked up to the coach he had her turn her back to him as he took her belt, reached between her legs and pulled the belt around her waist and locked it.

The coach and Martha then exchanged keys.
“Martha, how long do you think we should keep Frank locked up for his first time?” Asked the coach.
“Well it is his first time and we don’t know how he will handle his how shall we say confinement.

However I think a week for his first time should tell us if he can handle chastity.”
listening to their exchange it suddenly dawned on me they were talking about keeping me in this thing for a week!

Sir, how am I supposed to wear this day in and day out for a week.
What about our daily runs and workout.
Oh shit, what about taking a shower with the rest of the team?” I asked.

“Well Frank you are just going to have to figure out a way to improvise.
I know for a fact that this item won’t interfere with your track work.
After a day you won’t even know it’s there.”

The next morning as I doing my stretching, readying myself for my morning run I was keenly aware of the chastity cage around my cock.

Last night before bed I explored this device and it’s intricacies.
Picture a miniature bird cage with a hole at the top and bottom.
Attached to the bottom was a ring on a hinge along with a locking mechanism.
Your balls are pulled through the ring and your cock then fits inside the birdcage.

The birdcage is curved and when attached to you your cock is aimed downward in a natural curve.
When the lock is closed there is no way a person could get a hard-on.
If you began to become erect the cage prevented it from growing.
Along with an amount of pain associated with trying to push an erection through a stainless steel cage.

Anyways back to the next morning.
Reading myself for my run on the empty track I placed my feet into the starting blocks.
Listening for the imagined starters gun I took off for my first run.
Rounding the back end of the track I spotted the coach sitting on the bleachers with a stopwatch in his hands.

Coming to a halt at the end of my run the coach came down from the bleachers.
Holding out his hand with the watch I saw the second hand on the watch showing me my time was off by a couple of seconds from my normal time.

“Frank you are going to have to do better than this if you are going to win the meet next week.
You are my star track runner and you need to be at your best.
I want you to do that run again while I time you.”

“Sir, it’s the cage every time I think about it I then feel it’s presence.
And when I feel it’s presence my rhythm gets thrown off and that effects my run.” I said.
“Frank is it causing you pain or chaffing your skin?”
“No Sir, there is no pain or chaffing.”

“So what your telling me is that the problem is not physical it’s in your head, is that correct.” He asked.
“Well, I don’t know, I mean I guess so.”
“OK Frank then the answer to your problem is simple, stop thinking about it and let it go.”

Throughout the morning my times improved and I thought less and less about the chastity device encasing my cock.
At the end of practice the coach took me aside and slapped me on the back saying.
“Frank what did I tell you.
Just let it go and everything will feel normal.”

As he sent me back to the team he called an end to this mornings practice.
“OK everybody, great practice.
Everyone to the showers and we’ll have our team meeting afterwards.
Showers, Oh fuck I thought.
How the hell can I take a shower with this thing on my cock.

Back in the locker room I was incredibly self conscious about getting undressed.
My locker was towards the rear but that still won’t make this easy.
I turned my back to my team mates pretending to dig through my locker as I undressed.

As soon as my shorts hit the floor I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed into the showers.
The showers didn’t have individual stalls.
What there was was one large room with shower heads along the walls and half a dozen pole showers throughout the room.

Stalling the inevitable I began talking to some of my friends outside the shower room.
By the time I finished gabbing there was only three guys left in the showers.
Walking into the room I picked a shower head that was in the rear along the wall.

Here I could drop my towel and keep my back to the room.
Normally I like my showers long and hot.
Today I showered so quickly I don’t think any water had the opportunity to actually hit my skin.
I was in and out of there in record time.

Returning to class I ran into my roommate Paul as he was leaving his class.
“Hey frank, what happened to you last night.
I was waiting for you to go bar hopping.

I ended going out with Beth and you know what a lightweight drinker she is.
After four beers she was three sheets to the wind.
I had to cut my evening short and carry her back to the dorm.
By the way Susan called, she has been trying to reach you.”

Waiting till after class I called Susan.
I caught her on the way out to her new job at the car dealership.
She managed to snag a job selling cars with our local Chevy dealership.
While we had only a few minutes to chat the big news was that she was coming up to see me the next weekend.

This was good news and terrible news.
I was longing to see Susan again.
The wait had been unbearable.
Yet the real problem was going to be my relationship with the coach.
He expressed the need for me to be present at his home after class each day.
How the hell was I going to work this out with the coach?

Later that evening I returned to the coaches house and told him the news.
When I told him this he never batted an eye.

“Here is what we’ll do, we will invite her to join us to dinner here and she will be impressed that your coach has taken an interest in your future as a student and up and coming track star.
If this doesn’t impress her than nothing will.
In fact we will make it a party.
Leave all the details to me.
Never fear, this will be an event to remember.”

Later that evening Paul crawled into our dorm room totally wasted and about to pass out just inside the doorway.
“OK Paul, lets get you settled and in bed.
You know this isn’t healthy getting trashed every night.
I mean it’s your life but you you decide what you want your life to be.”

Once again it was up to me to ready him for la la land.
Helping him undress my mind went back to the night last week when I took a small liberty with his body.
I wondered if I could get away with this again.

When I finally had him undressed and in bed he crashed hard and for all intensive purposes was dead to the world.
I tried shaking him along with calling out his name.
Nothing would rouse him from his slumber.

Once again taking a chance I pulled down his boxers and played with his cock.
Even passed out Paul’s cock began to grow.
Watching his breathing and movements very carefully I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth for just a second.

There was a sound from Paul, fearing I had awoken him I pulled back and watched his face but he was still out cold.
Returning to my task I took up his cock again and began giving him sleeping blow job.
I didn’t dare linger long, just long enough to love the taste of his cock.

Now a new problem rose it’s head. As I was giving oral service to Paul my cock wanted to become erect.
I said wanted because that’s all it could do.
As I began to get an erection my cock was unable to expand beyond the cage it was trapped in.

This was extremely uncomfortable.
I was forced to halt my blow job or risk hurting myself.
Tucking Paul’s cock back into his boxers I made my way over to the mini-fridge in our room and grabbed a few ice cubes.
Rubbing the cubes around my cock and balls my erection began to subside.

This was a massive relief if my erection went any further I feared for the damage the cage might cause.
Crawling into my bed I did my best to refrain from thinking about anything sexual.
The problem with this is when you tell yourself not to think about a certain thing your mind is thinking about not thinking, creating a vicious circle.

That evening as I knelt at the feet of the coach I asked him about the party.
His response was “Don’t you worry about it, I have everything in order.
Trust me your girlfriend will be impressed.”

That being said he removed his pants as he moved to place them on a chair, while walking back to where I was kneeling.
As he stood in front of me I took his cock into my mouth giving him the best service I knew how.

After five or so minutes he pulled me up and led me down to the play room.
As we descended the stairs I realized I had never seen the inside of this room.
When I was here last I was blindfolded.

Looking around I was amazed at what I saw.
The walls were draped in an assortment of medieval tapestry’s that depicted images of ancient tales.
From ornate racks hung an assortment of cuffs, ropes, riding crops, and floggers etc.

In one corner stood a large X shaped cross, there were eye hooks on each of the ends and a set of hooks on the side where the two beams met in the middle.
In the other corner there were a series of eye hooks bolted into the wall about six feet above the floor.

In the middle of the room were a couple of tables.
One I knew even though I hadn’t seen it, it had to be the one I was on the other day.
I know this because I saw the hole in the middle of the table were my cock and balls hung through.

The other table was very different.
The top was short about the length of a persons torso.
There were projections that looked like wings for the arms and legs that could be swung outward along with the ability to pivot in the center that would allow the table to tip forward or backwards to elevate one’s head or feet depending on which way your Dom chose.

“Frank remove your clothes hang them on that hook over there and kneel.
I will be back in a few minutes.”
Assuming a kneeling position my back straight and my hands upon my thighs palms up and eyes down.

Placing his had lightly upon my shoulder he lifted me to my feet and walked me over to the cross.
As I approached the cross I beheld wood worn smooth with time.
It might have been oak it was hard to tell.
The wood on the cross were a persons hands would naturally grip took on a darker patina from the oils of countless hands sweating and rubbing it to a warm glow.

Stepping up facing the cross and placing my feet onto the small wooden ledges protruding from it’s base he proceeded to bind my wrists above my head and my legs to the lower portion of the cross.
“Frank are you OK?” He asked me.
“Yes sir.”

With my back to the coach I heard the crack of something slapping against his palm.
Moments later that last sound was repeated.
The difference now was the sound emanated from the riding crop hitting my bottom.

“Frank I am going to deliver twenty swats with this crop I want you to count as each blow lands.
Please remember your safe words, use them if you feel the need.
Are you ready?”
“Yes sir.”

Before the first blow landed my cheeks tightened in anticipation.
This did nothing to lessen the physical and mental shock.
Growing up we were never spanked and as such had no experience with it’s effects.
Yes there was the sting but there was a far more subtle effect.
Somewhere during the spanking you discover submission.
It is a cruel reward.

“Three, four, five, six…twenty.
Sir I’m sorry I missed calling out the first few numbers.
I got lost in my head for a moment.” I Said.
“What were you thinking about Frank?”
“Sir, could we please talk about that later?” I asked.
“Absolutely.

Frank I want you to understand, there is nothing off limits when we talk.
If you failed to have questions and a desire to discuss I would be gravely concerned.
As it is I’m extremely happy you brought this up this early.”
“Now Frank, shall we return to our activities?”

Unable to see the coach from this position I need rely on my hearing to attempt to decipher what was coming.
All I heard was the sound of a the sack as the coach lowered it over my head.
My heart began racing and I began to shiver uncontrollably.

“Frank, its OK relax there is nothing here to fear.
Embrace the unknown here, where it is safe to banish those fears.”
While the coach was calming my soul his fingertips lightly stroked my back.

This one tender gesture meant all the world to me.
I was being cared for.
My body drew on itself for it’s inner calm.
“Frank, are you ready?”
“Yes Sir.”

The coach’s fingers found their way to my bottom.
Plying my cheeks while fingers teased the little ring.
Working a finger inward I tensed up.
Withdrawing his finger I heard the snap of a cap closing.

A sound I remember from before.
This time his lubed finger found less resistance and quickly made it’s way inward.
Moving around caused a rush to travel around my guts.

That wonderful finger withdrew leaving me wanting.
Reading my mind the finger was being replace with the feel of smooth cool metal.

Slowly yet with certainty, wider and wider my bottom was being pried open.
Oh God there has to be a limit, how wide can this go?
I felt it, I felt my little ring collapse as it passed it’s widest point and came to rest gripping the plug in my bottom.

Without warning the whoosh of air and the sting of something new graced my bottom.
It felt like a hundred little sting not bad but intense.
This was no toe curling pain just those same little stings all at once coating my bottom.

This had to have been the flogger I spied hanging from the rack.
Dozens of thin leather strips bound to a handle.
“Keep counting.” He said.
“Two, three, four…twenty.” I counted.
After the fifth or sixth blow pain began to change.
No longer the sudden sharp pains.
I began to anticipate the next with a desire that grew with each impact.

My cock was straining against the stainless steel cage.
There was no pain from this only the swelling and forced enclosure that felt like something tugging at the root of my cock as it tried to escape it’s confinement.

I could hear a sound that took a moment to understand where it was coming from.
It was coming from deep within my throat.
A low steady droning working its way outward until it passed my lips.

Rising in pitch as the coach took hold of the plug and began working it in and out of my bottom.
Each time the widest part passed my little ring my captured cock would throb with renewed vigor.

With a final push the coach pressed it inward and held it there for a moment before he ripped it free.
This sudden withdrawing of the plug left my bottom gaping open.
I could feel the opening slowly collapse upon itself.

A second later the flogging resumed.
This time the rush ran throughout my body.
“One, two, three, four…”
I know there were twenty yet beyond the count of five I could no longer count.
My mind was awash in sensations I had never felt before.
A moment after the count of twenty I could feel the coaches body step up behind me.

As he pressed himself against my back his enraged cock slid into my open bottom.
There followed a relentless pounding as he fucked my bottom.
As he pressed inward with a final thrust he released his seed within my bottom.
This triggered my orgasm to erupt from the tip of my cock.
I could feel the gallon of cum pour down my leg.

Carefully releasing me from my bonds the coach held me upright as he very slowly moved me off of the cross and over to a small bed in the corner of the room.

I was completely out of it yet I could feel him removing the chastity device and begin to wash my body from head to toe followed by him drying me.

Pulling a blanket up and over me he lowered the lights in the room.
Sitting next to me he leaned inward and spoke.
“Rest now Frank.
You were amazing and now you deserve to rest.
Take no fears or worries with you while you sleep.
Just sleep the sleep of the innocent.”

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