The Party Boy

“And you ejaculated?”

“Well... not right away. He sort of teased.”

“And how did that make you feel, submitting your penis to a man?”

“Icky,” Jack’s reply quite childish, his emotional development intentionally kept retarded.

“But at the end, he permitted you to climax... just like you want me to make you climax. So it felt good?”

“I guess so.”

Such emotional turmoil, held in strict chastity... only to finally be brought to ecstasy in such a degrading manner... for the homophobe.

I begin shaving, Jack’s penis remaining locked up. There’s really very little stubble, but I want his entire body to sense vulnerability, whisking the sharpness everywhere. I know beneath his cock cage there may be some growth, but that is only removed in preparation of show.

As the razor glides down his left buttock, so nicely shaped from years of stringent physical work outs, my cell phone rings. I pull the plug.

“Stay,” I command as the water drains.

Retrieving the phone I do not recognize the number, but it is a Florida area code. I answer. It’s Mrs. Judith Lipton.

“What is it? You’re annoying. Since I consider Jack’s trust fund nothing more than submitting to extortion I really don’t think there’s anything more I’d like to say.”

Oh, but there is, I think to myself. But as gruffly as the termagant speaks, there is no reason for me to be impolite. I am holding the cards.

“Are you going to be in the New York area in the near future? I think you’d like to see your stepson. He can be quite entertaining. And I would like to learn more of that quick trip to Mexico many years ago. Ciudad Juarez I believe it was,” I reiterate, thinking perhaps she did not scan my entire email.

There is a telling pause... silence!

“I’ll be flying into New York two weeks from Wednesday for a matinee show. Staying the night at the Waldorf,” her voice softening.

“Text me your room number and a good time. Jack and I will visit. You’ll enjoy seeing him,” so punny am I.

I hang up. Knowing that Mrs. Lipton is not biologically related to Jack, now being aware that with his illegitimacy she holds him in disdain, greatly changes the rules of the game in my mind. As haughty as the woman was... is... she may have enjoyed more closely assessing my early years of Jack’s governance.

Ah, Jack! He lingers in the tub, cold and wet. I return to the bathroom. Jack is not permitted to dry himself. That’s my task, again palpating every inch of his naked freshly shorn flesh. Afterwards I’ll hood him and put him to bed, his tongue and lips to be in wait for my pleasure.

Chapter Forty-Four

I wrap Jack into his white toga.

“A birthday party, Jack. I doubt if they’ll want you brought to orgasm. But you’ll still be displayed,” my words coming as I pop a Cialis tablet into his mouth and offer a third glass of water.

I’m not sure Jack’s urination trick will be of interest, but keeping his bladder full abets erection, and that’s key.

I leash him and it’s to the garage. Another trip to Greenwich Connecticut, the 18th birthday of a girl about to obtain a lesson in male anatomy... and male sexual deviance.

Traffic flows well midday Saturday. We arrive at a large suburban home within an hour. Guiding Jack by his leash always makes an impression, the many teenaged girls giggling, mothers amused as well.

Upon accepting an envelope of cash, I rip open the Velcro seam of Jack’s toga and pull down his frilly panties, the sight of which brings more giggles. Since the birthday girl’s mother has not only requested that I provide entertainment but information as well, I lecture. A sheepish Jack, blushing with his exposure remains silent, hands on head.

“Jack is a submissive male, girls. He does not fully understand, but he wants to be cared for... and kept... his needs quite idiosyncratic,” I begin my lecture as my leash hand guides Jack to the stool I politely suggest for every CFNM gathering.

“As you can see he blushes quite profoundly,” Jack knowing to mount for exhibition. “But deep within he very much enjoys the humiliation. That is why I have to keep his penis well controlled. This is called a chastity device...” pointing to the steel cage. “Very expensive, very well designed. It’s locked in place and prevents Jack from playing with himself... as I am sure you girls with brothers understand the male is wont to do. I have the key and only I decide when his penis is free.”

“How does he go to the bathroom?”

“Jack can urinate through this tube... called a Prince’s Wand. But only under my supervision. I control almost everything Jack does. It is best for him... and it is best for other males like him.”