The Party Boy

I pause, letting some dozen female eyes take in the scene of intense male degradation. Jack fidgets, his penis hardening within the cruel cock cage. Oh that masochistic psyche!

“I think Jack wants to show off for you girls. Is that right, Ja

ck?”

He does... but he doesn’t. Such mental and emotional conflict. The embarrassment begins to overwhelm, his phallus fighting hard steel. Finally, he must answer, his voice quavering.

“Yes, Miss Kelly. I need... I need...”

“He needs to harden, that is what he’s trying to say. I only allow it on special occasions... like a girl’s birthday,” my words coming as I pull the necklace and key from about my neck.

I click open the two locks, my hands gently loosening the cage.

“You see, girls, in boys with Jack’s penchant; he very much enjoys the humiliation. And as with all boys who enjoy themselves, it shows in their penis.”

With that I remove the cage and base ring, Jack’s manhood already semi engorged. Next I work the Prince’s Wand, just able to have the bulbous tip exit the urethral opening before full erection. With that, to the sound of astonished gasps, Jack’s penis rises, his ten inches displayed in full bloom. There are more giggles, there are whispers expressing amazement.

“And the humiliation of being displayed naked and erect brings more and more hardness,” I said while placing my finger on the top of the stiffness and bending downward. “It’s termed the loop. And the subordinate male cannot avoid the loop. It’s ingrained. Note the look on Jack’s face.”

I slip away my finger, releasing the rock hard appendage, allowing it to snap back to full stand. And Jack’s look is indeed precious.

Next I cup his scrotum, drawing forth the mass of pink flesh to offer a full view of the hairless testicles and explain the function of that segment of the male anatomy.

A girl questions Jack’s hairlessness.

“I shave his entire body and bathe him daily. He needs to feel a woman’s controlling touch. Plus, don’t you think he’s well presented?”

There come murmurs of agreement. Then Jack begins to secrete prostatic fluid, which leads me to that segment of the male anatomy. The prostate gland, lecturing how to access it through the anus. I do not demonstrate, that’s an extra fee and deeming such a little advanced for the girls.

I also explain that Jack is circumcised, of which I am proud as stated, and that on some males the foreskin remains. And just to titillate, I offer that the tiny patch of flesh at the underside of the tip is where the male obtains some 80% of his sexual pleasure. This always baffles girls, feminine anatomy having several erogenous zones.

And so the afternoon entertainment goes, a very practical sex education class... and lessons on the demented mind of some males such as Jack.

Any budding women of authority in the group? I must wonder...

Chapter Forty-Five

Sunday, Jack is quite agitated over his birthday display. And no, he was not masturbated, the girl’s mother deeming that to be over the top.

“Finished with your cleaning?”

“Yes Miss Kelly,” Jack vacuuming completely naked as always.

“Good boy.”

I arise, the Sunday paper partially read. I gather up Jack’s masturbation harness. As promised, if he is not brought to orgasm at a Saturday CFNM gathering, then I milk him. Yet on this occasion I decide to tease a bit. Plus I need to have my own recreation from time to time.

“Come here, Jack.”

He approaches and I detect the conflicting emotions as he spies me holding the waist belt with attached wrist cuffs. He both hates being milked and pines for it. Hates being denied the ecstasy, yet knows a well massaged prostate and the resulting hormonal release will bring a state of languor, akin to the torpor of a deep nap.

I encircle his waist then cuff him, arms restrained at his sides. Next I unlock his cock cage and slip out the Prince’s Wand.

“Watch some television,” playfully smacking his buttocks.

“But... but...”

“Bring yourself to erection if you’d like,” noting that with his randiness he’s already firming. “Try not to drool on the carpet.”