When I Was Eighteen

I'm tired of reading stories about "men" who want to be belted, or who deserve to be, because they are just getting what they want or deserve. My story is different.

But let me go back a bit, before it started. I met Peggy in high school when we became study mates. Her math & science grades picked up quickly, but I just couldn't learn dates in history or vocabulary in French.

Peggy had an interest in hypnotism, and I suggested that we give that a try. As it turned out, I'm an unusually good subject, especially when it comes to post-hypnotic suggestions. My grades improved, and I got a full scholarship (she didn't need one as her family was rather well off). In fact my scholarship got me into a rather expensive school - the same one she was going to.

As we studied together, we become closer, and went to some movies, plays and stuff like that. It was almost like dating - except that she was an extremely proper girl. The most I got was an occasional kiss on the lips - and definitely no tongue.

Late in the summer before college, we both turned 18 (legal age in my state) and she took me out for a nice dinner with wine. For days, it had seemed that there was something she wanted to say, and it looked as if she'd do so tonight. I tried prodding her a bit, and as the main course was delivered, she finally let it out - she thought we should not see each other in college.

As I said, we hadn't become sexually involved, so I wasn't really losing anything, but it was disappointing. I'd be a poor freshman at an expensive school, which didn't bode well for dating, and I was hoping she could help me meet co-eds.

Being curious, I asked her to explain; I pretty much said I deserved an explanation. After awhile, she blurted it out. Apparently she had been having "impure thoughts" about me. While this was just sinking in, it got even better. She explained that she knew she couldn't do anything improper and come home to face her mother, but if we were away at school for weeks at a time, the temptation would be irresistible. (Sounded pretty good to me.)

I realized that it wasn't the right time to argue, but I wanted to keep things open. I told her I understood, etc. Then I pointed out that she was a very bright and imaginative woman. Perhaps she could brainstorm the problem, considering all options no matter how strange. She agreed.

Two days later I saw her briefly while she was shopping. She took me aside and said she had taken my advise. Actually, she was rambling on, so I finally stopped her and said "Just say it."

She looked at me, took a deep breath, and then in a whisper said "Would you consider seeing me if it involved a chastity belt?"

Dear reader, I was amazed. I immediately pictured her naked except for a chastity belt. I thought if there was a lock there must be a key, and even if there wasn't, she has a mouth and - dare I even think it - an ass. I felt like screaming "YES!!!" but I managed a more controlled "Yes, that seems a good solution." She told me to stop by that evening, and left.

I went home, dashed up to my room and jacked off. I was so excited I must have cum in just a few seconds. Then I waited what seemed like days until it was time to see her. Now dear reader, I think you can guess what is coming next, but it had never occurred to me.

When I got to her place, we went off to the rec. room, where we normally studied. She hypnotized me - by now I was so used to that it only took a few words. To my surprise, she started talking about sex, and she thanked me for agreeing to wear a chastity belt. (That was news to me.)

There were lots of rules. Some were administrative; things like preventing me from being hypnotized by anyone else, or doing anything to reverse the effect. Mostly the rules dealt with ensuring my chastity. I was to routinely wear a plastic cup, like hockey players wear. (She said she was embarrassed when she bought it for me.) I could take out my penis to urinate and to wash, but I was under very strong orders to do so only the minimum necessary, and to not use those opportunities to do anything sexual.

Then she added some extra rules, ones that she actually apologized for, saying that she was sure they weren't necessary, but she was just being careful. Just in case I might occasionally have second thoughts and get angry with her, there was a rule to prevent me from harming her in any way. I was to always be polite and courteous, and finally, as sort of a catch all, I was to be disciplined if she said so, no matter what her reason or whim.

This brought us to the question of discipline. She explained that some quick negative stimulation was essential to give the rules added force. She would wake me up and spank me once, with a ping pong paddle. I was to co-operate fully, and very clearly remember exactly how it felt. In the future, if I broke a rule I would feel as if I was spanked, but with a bit of a difference - no matter how it hurt, I wouldn't call out or show much reaction. It would hurt as much as the real spank, but if someone saw me, at most they would think I had a bit of heartburn.

She then woke me up, and said "I'm sorry, but now I have to spank you. It really is for the best. Please be quiet and follow my instructions."

She had me take off my trousers and then my underwear. I stood there exposed, and it was strangely exciting just having her look at my penis. She pointed at it, and said, "Get that out of my sight. Tuck it between your legs."

As I was doing so, she had me bend forward slightly. Then she put a rubber ball in my mouth - so I wouldn't disturb the neighbors (I hadn't realized it, but her parents were out and we were alone in the house).

She then spanked me once, with all her might. I had mentally prepared myself for a blow to my ass, but it was not to be. She had aimed lower - where my balls were sticking out between my legs. I won't even try to describe the pain. I fell to the floor; I whimpered; I cried; I rolled around in agony. I have no idea how long it took for me to come to my senses.

Finally I got to my knees, and looked at her. She was sitting in a comfy chair, sipping a glass of wine as if she was just waiting for me to finish a phone call.

I removed the ball from my mouth, and just breathed heavily for a while. I started to shout, to swear - and then I quickly stopped.

She smiled and said, "You were speaking discourteously, weren't you? I nodded.

"That's against the rules. The conditioning worked and you got a spank, right?" Again I nodded.

"It hurt?" This time I nodded quite vigorously.

"You should get dressed now, and remember to put on your cup. Then I think you should go home. Tomorrow, my mother is taking me on a short vacation. I'll be back in about a week. That should give you some time to become comfortable with your situation."

Dear reader, I wanted to beat her severely about the head & shoulders, but that was against the rules. I wanted to explain there was a misunderstanding and would she please let me have my cock back, but that would be trying to reverse the effect, so that too was against the rules. I finally ended up saying, in a very polite tone, "Yes, you're right."

Dear reader, it was a very long week. Going seven days without masturbation is one thing. Doing so because your not allowed to play with yourself is another. Over and over again I carefully rehearsed a polite presentation of a reasoned argument for her to modify the rules to allow me some sexual access to my penis.

When she returned and we were finally alone, I forgot my prepared speech and blurted out "It's terrible - I can't jack off."

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew from the look on her face that I was in trouble, deep trouble. For a while she just stared at me, and then finally said in a voice that reminded me of my very proper, fussy first grade teacher, "Well, I had not considered this possibility. Perhaps this arrangement will prove more beneficial for you than I had thought. I can help you break that disgusting habit."

The next week, we went off to college together - her car, I drove. She was silent for the first half of the trip, but then spoke up.

"Somehow, I find that I no longer think of you in a fashion that makes your chastity necessary. However, I do feel some responsibility for you."

"The rules shall remain in force. We will meet a few times each week to review your progress. I shall insist that you attend classes, do your homework and study. If at the end of the year, you are on the honour role, I will modify the rules to allow you solitary relief on some reasonable basis, say once ever month or so. Your agreement in this matter is not necessary. Indeed, it could be said that in this matter, your are impotent." She giggled a bit, and nothing more was said.

That was it. That was how I went off to college. That was what I had to look forward to.

At school, she was true to her word. We met for coffee a few times, but then that changed to exchanging emails. Mostly it was me letting her know about my studies, etc., but she wrote back occasionally.

After about a month, I had a spontaneous emission. It wasn't great, but it provided some relief. Of course, I told Peggy. She was furious.

Within a few hours, she sent me some instructions that involved a very short, narrow diameter, bent plastic tube and a pair of nylon stockings. After chilling my cock with ice, I used a stocking to thread my wee-wee into the tube. The idea was that the combination of the bent tube and the cup would prevent the emissions.

I quickly realized that just using the two resulted in pinching, and I let Peggy know immediately. Three days later, she gave me permission to add padding. the combination of bent tube, padding and cup effectively eliminated the minimal stimulation that I had previously enjoyed.

For reasons of hygiene, I changed the padding daily, and came to realize that I was generating pre-cum. After a while it became apparent that the pre-cum was just enough to keep my balls from bursting, and to prevent nocturnal or spontaneous emissions. The net result was that I was being maintained at the absolute limit of hornyness, with no relief whatsoever.

When I told Peggy, she said that was fine. and amusing. That should have given me a clue that I was in trouble; a proper girl like Peggy just shouldn't find my condition amusing. Unfortunately, I dismissed it. In retrospect, I guess it wouldn't have made any difference except to make me worry sooner.

But I guess I should go back a bit, and describe my roommate, David.

In general, he was ok, but he did have some faults. He was arrogant. Mind you, he did have some cause - he was very bright. Still, he helped me with my studies, so that was alright.

He had a habit of wearing nothing but a bathrobe, which often fell open. Worse, he was a jack-off, and I mean that literally. He didn't actually do it in front of me, but he made it quite clear he enjoyed masturbating three or four times a day. Now I'm not a prude, but it was frustrating seeing his cock, and knowing that he played with himself as often as he wanted. It's difficult to try to sleep wearing a chastity belt when you can hear your roommate obviously doing the solitary deed.

After a while, he was going home for the weekend and he invited me along. (I guess I should have mentioned that I didn't have much of a home myself. My sole parent was usually in rehab.) David said he knew a number of very willing young things, and we could both get laid. Dear Reader, you can imagine the frustration of having to politely decline that invitation. My response surprised him. Fortunately he didn't pursue it.

Realizing that my position was becoming awkward, I emailed Peggy and we came to an agreement. I could tell him about my condition, sort of. I was not to let him know her identity, and I was to lie about how I came to be belted.

I concocted a story about needing my scholarship and a good solid degree to have a decent future, and I was afraid of not making the grades I needed (that part was true). My solution was to get a friend to hypnotize me and give me post-hypnotic suggestions that would tie my ability to have sex to making good grades. Unfortunately, the rules I had come up with didn't work as intended, and I couldn't even play with myself until I got on the honour roll for the full year.

After David returned I picked up some beer, and that evening we did some drinking. I asked him if I could tell him something in confidence, and I gave him my prepared story. At first he didn't say anything, but then he nodded as if he could understand.

"You know," he began, "when you turned down my invitation I started to wonder. I thought you might be gay, or have some disease. I never would have guessed the truth."

We talked some more. He asked me all about my sex life, but that didn't take long. Mostly it consisted of me saying "Nope, never did that." When I told him how long it had been since I last jacked off, he grimaced and then started to chuckle.

After that, he started being more open about playing with himself while I could see. One evening (after quite a few drinks) he spread his legs, and said "Would you like to watch me cum? You know, if you ever feel like playing with a cock, you can borrow mine - especially if you want to play with it in your mouth."

As I was declining his offer, he continued to play with himself, until his cream came spurting out onto the floor.

"Oops," he said "looks like I made a mess." With that he got up and staggered to bed (he had had quite a bit to drink).

Given that I hadn't gotten off in months, I did not enjoy watching him come (well. a part of me did). I found my eyes kept coming back to stare at the gobs of cream, sitting there on the tile floor. Finally I got down on my hands and knees, and used a tissue to wipe it up. As I did so, I muttered, "I knew college was a lot different than high school, but I never expected it to be like this."

Things continued on with little change until the second term.

Peggy had gotten into a special program, and was spending the entire semester in ecological studies in the mountains of Peru, but we still kept in touch by email. Apparently, she had become close friends with a co-ed named Janet, and had done so despite Janet having some "unacceptable standards," whatever they were.

Then something most unexpected occurred.

I got an email from Peggy. It was pretty short so I give you the full text.

I've discovered sex - and it is FANTASTIC!!! Poor boy, your little balls must be aching. I can't release you by email, so you'll have to wait a few more months. I do feel a bit guilty about your condition. (Still, it is a tad amusing.) I feel even more stupid about wasting all those years in high school. Oh well, live and learn.

I put up a calendar and started counting the days until full release. I was glad, but a part of me felt outrage; here I was fully belted while she-who-did-this-to-me was getting laid.

Four days later, I received this:

Janet has been wonderful. She's been teaching me a lot, and helped me work through some things. I told her all about you. After she stopped laughing, I explained I felt guilty about you and really stupid for having waited. Then she pointed out the obvious - it wasn't my fault. If you had been a real man, you would have gotten me into bed years ago. Since it was you who was responsible for my missing years of sex, it's only fair that it be your turn now. I've decided to keep you belted until graduation. Janet thinks I should add some punishment, but I've decided to be lenient.

I took down my calendar.

I also started thinking about Janet, and my thoughts weren't all that friendly. It's hard to have such thoughts about a person without even knowing what they look like, so I asked Peggy if she could email me a picture.

The next day I got a picture, but it didn't help much. I could tell she was white and probably had a nice figure. You see, it only covered a portion of her anatomy. It was a close up of her cunt, with cream dripping from it.

Much as I tried to hate Janet, that was the only way I could picture her, and I was so horney all I could think of was sex. To my dismay, I was beginning to find it difficult to think of sex involving my cock (except for masturbation - I thought of that a lot). Instead, I found myself wondering if she would let me kiss & lick her cunt.

At least, I told myself, things couldn't get any worse.

I held that thought for another three weeks.

After not hearing from her for about three weeks, I received another email.

Two weeks ago, we ran out of condoms. Up here in the mountains of Peru you can't just nip off to the corner store and buy some. It's been frustrating, but I've been getting by. I've even begun to enjoy sucking cock, and the guys like it. They like it even more when I let them use my ass. Still, this is not as it should be. It's your fault that I'm not on the pill.

I've decided that Janet is right, and you should be punished. She's come up with various suggestions, mostly involving you eating shit. I've decided to delay your punishment until we return, and get to watch. However, I shall once again be lenient. If you can think up an appropriate penance, and carry it out fully, I may be generous. I will want full details, but I'm not going to `pre-approve' anything. Have a nice day.

I must have read it over at least a dozen times. There she is having sex, and I get blamed, and blamed most unfairly. As I fumed, I found myself thinking of the part where she mentions sucking cock, and letting men use her ass. Once upon a time, I would picture myself slipping my hard cock in her mouth, and then her ass. But I realized I wasn't doing that. Instead I imagined watching other men doing it to her. At very best, I could picture myself playing with my wee-wee while watching.

It made me think that maybe Janet was right. Maybe I'm not fit to be called a man; maybe a real man would have bedded Peggy. Perhaps so, but it still didn't seem fair.

Just to get an idea of what might come to be, I actually picked up a piece of my own shit, licked it and took a tiny, tiny taste. It was horrible. I knew I had to come up with a suitable penance, and fast.

The next evening, I invited David to have a few drinks, and told him there was something I wanted to discuss.

I said, "Once upon a time, I did, by action or inaction, a very stupid thing. I'm not at liberty to say exactly what it was, but the effect was that another person was denied the opportunity to get laid, very frequently, for several years. It wasn't a belt, but it had a similar effect. Yesterday, that person finally found out it was me. To make matters even worse, that's the person that controls my cock."

"Now, that person doesn't live here, we communicate by email. But they will be seeing me sometime in the summer. I'm afraid of what will happen. Fortunately, that person has given me a chance to redeem myself. If I can do penance before summer, they will be forgiving."

"I wonder if you can help me. You once offered to let me suck your cock. I know you were drunk at the time, but I was wondering if the offer is still good. I realize you are most definitely heterosexual but maybe you could look at porn while I suck. It would also help tremendously if you could occasionally use my ass."

"Finally, and I know this is a lot to ask, it would help so much if you would, quite frequently, allow me to kiss, lick and sniff your asshole, especially if you feel a fart coming on. You don't have to worry about making sure it's really clean, in fact that might help too."

"Please David, I'm desperate. I'd be so grateful."

He hemmed and hawed a bit, but then much to my relief, he agreed. Even better, he was willing to start right then. He opened his bathrobe to reveal his erect cock, and told me to start sucking.

I never had a cock in my mouth and never had mine sucked, but I've dreamed of it (having mine sucked that is) and had some idea of what to do. I wanted to do a good job so he wouldn't change his mind.

Kneeling in front of him, I moistened my lips, pressing them against his member as I slid it in into my mouth as far as it would go. That wasn't too far, just little more than the head, but I hoped that would do for a first try. I made sure I kept my tongue wiggling on the tender underside, while bobbing my head back and forth a bit. After a while, a rather short while, I felt his cock throb and become bigger. From what I could remember about masturbating, that meant he was about to come. I mentally prepared myself.

Dear reader, I must confess that no amount of mental preparation does much good when you get your first load of cream shot in your mouth. It was all I could do to keep from gagging, but I managed. When he finished, I licked off a drop or two from the tip of his cock, and said "Thank you."

David sat back for a while, then said, "Not bad, not bad at all. Mind you, you could do with a bit of practice. I'll see to that. Still, for a first time, it was actually quite pleasant."

Then he went over to the bed and laid down on his stomach, raised his hips and put a pillow underneath, so his ass was sticking up in the air. Patting his ass, he said, "I can't promise you a fart, but let's see how you are at licking ass."

I was delighted. I thought my best bet was to try to make my penance fit the circumstances. With Peggy reduced to using her mouth and ass, I did the same. I knew I would also have to satisfy Janet, but I didn't want to eat shit. I thought licking ass might be enough, especially if David did manage to occasionally fart. I was so please that he was allowing me this opportunity. Still, no matter how glad I was, it is daunting to spread a man's cheeks, look at his asshole up close, and know that in just a few seconds you are going to start kissing and licking.

I moistened my lips (again) and began with a simple kiss directly on his asshole. I followed that with a few full licks, and then some playful dancing with the tip of my tongue. For a change, I nodded downward, and rubbed my nose in his asshole, pausing with my nose directly over it so he could feel me deeply breathing in and out.

I continued in much this vane for about ten minutes and then, without warning, he farted. He must have a fair bit of control because it was obviously timed. He got me with my nose directly in place, while I was inhaling. Dear reader, farts stink, and inhaling one directly from its source does nothing to improve the smell. To my horror, I found myself gasping, and I was afraid I had offended him. As quickly as I could, I thanked him and kissed his asshole.

As I look back on it, perhaps it was a good thing that I was horney, and scared of the influence Janet was having. I was so intent on doing a proper penance, I didn't think of just how degrading and humiliating a position I was in, that I had put myself in. There I was, actually pleased that my arrogant roommate had condescended to allow me to suck cock, lick ass and sniff farts - and to thank him for what came next.

"Enough of that for now," said David. "I guess you wouldn't have any way of knowing, but that does tend to get the juices flowing. I think I'm ready for another go. But let's be fair about this: you used my ass, so it's my turn to use yours." Then he added, "There's a tube of lubricant in that drawer. I suggest you get a fair dollop up your ass."

He chose to take me doggy style, while I knelt on the floor. Dear reader, I was surprised how physically easy it was (once I properly relaxed), and even more surprised that this, beyond everything else I had done, truly made me feel absolutely degraded. Perhaps it was the fact that it was physically easy, so I had nothing to divert my mind. Perhaps it was that this is the fantasy I had (past tense) above all others, though of course I pictured doing it to an attractive woman. Whatever the reason, I knew that I was growing to accept my new status, and abandon hope of recovering my cock.

Once he finished, I got a damp cloth (my washcloth) plus some tissue and cleaned his cock (I guess I should have had an enema first). Again, I finished by kissing his cock and saying "Thank you."

As I got up, David pointed to a small puddle on the floor where I had been squatting. Obviously, some of his cream had leaked out of my ass. Without thinking I went over, got down on my hands and knees, and licked it up. David snickered, and said, "I think I'm going to enjoy this. and that you are going to deserve it."

Of course, I emailed Peggy with full details, and she wrote back with questions and comments. It seemed even Janet was pleased, especially with the fart sniffing. They even asked for David's email address, though I was instructed to pretend that "Peggy" and "Janet" were pseudonyms.

David & I fell into a bit of a pattern, starting the day with his "good morning blow job." He became quite fond of having me lick his ass, and made a game of trying to see how many farts he could get up my nose. Ass licking did seem to increase his potency. Instead of jacking off three or four times a day, he used me five or six. Fortunately for my ass, he found that a bit messy, so he only used me that way three or four times a week. Of course, I also accepted a subservient role in all respects, e.g. I did his laundry. From time to time, David did go home. I got a bit of a rest, and he got laid.

Part of my long term plan had been to get a very solid degree, so I had scheduled myself for extra credit courses in the summer (covered by my scholarship). After confirming with Peggy that he could keep me for the summer, David also opted for some extra courses, so we continued staying together.

I was strangely becoming accustomed to things by the time my nineteenth birthday approached. This had not been a very good year (though I did make the honour roll). I wondered what the new school year would bring, when both Peggy and Janet returned. But that's another story.

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