Proper Training

Chapter One-2

“No, but what else can I do?”

“I don’t know, but after you ask the first one, everyone in the entire school will know what you’re wearing. Do you want that amount of humiliation?” Alex asked.

“No, but what other choices do I have?”

“I think you just have to wait it out. Sooner or later some girl is going to ask you if you need a key for anything special. It won’t be that long either. They put it on you for a joke. Remember the time Adam Smith passed out and they dressed him up in a bra and panties. Hell, they hid his clothes and put make-up on him as well. Kids do things like that. We all laughed about it. The only problem is, now you’re the victim. I’m sure someone will release you within a week. Wait and see.”

“A week… I sure hope so.”

“Hey, wanna go to Marty’s and get a slice of pizza?”

“I can’t. I’m grounded, remember?”

“Just ask your mom. Maybe she’ll let you.”

I walked out into the kitchen. “Can I go to Marty’s with the guys for pizza?”

“You’re grounded, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“I’ll make an exception this time, but that’s the last break you get. Just to Marty’s and back. It’s two-thirty now. Be home by four or you lose your phone for a week. When you get back, were going to talk some more.”

The three amigos headed down the street to Marty’s Little Pizza Joint. It was just a few blocks away. He made a good pie and the price was reasonable.

We ordered a large buffalo chicken pizza and some cokes. Then our discussion continued.

“Maybe you could post something on f******k or Messenger like, ‘Looking for a key from Friday night. Get in touch,’” Johnny suggested.

“I think I’d better wait it out and see what happens. If those girls put it on me when I was passed out on the bed, someone had to see them. Sooner or later someone will talk. Until then, like it or not, I’ll just have to deal with it.”

“Well every time I’m shooting my load, I’ll be thinking about you - all locked up and no place to blow,” Alex joked.

“Thanks, bud.”

“So, does it hurt?” Johnny asked.

“Only when my goddamn c**k tries to get hard. Then it’s like getting your junk caught in a f*****g bear trap.”

“Just then MaryAnn Riley and Susan Evens walked in.”

They looked at us and said hello. Immediately I got the feeling they knew something. It was just the way they looked at me. Maybe it was Susan’s little grin. Let’s face it. I’m not the most popular guy in school. It’s not that I’m not good looking enough. I don’t play sports. I’m not a jock. I keep my grades up. These girls can have any guy they want. They’re smoking hot.

Johnny whispered, as they took a table a ways away from us. “I’d give my right nut to spend a night with either one of them.”

“Yea right. I just gave up both of mine. I couldn’t do anything even if both of them stood naked in front of me and offered. Heck, there’s no way I can even date a girl until this thing comes off. And as far as a night is concerned, you’d be done in less than a minute. What do they call it – oh yea, pre-ejaculation. You’d blow before you ever got it in. Let’s face it, none of us are man enough to f**k one of them or we’d be getting it all the time.

Shortly after that our pizza arrived. We ate and joked around much like usual. Then it was time. I had to get home.

My mom was in the family room when I got there. She was watching Dr. Phil or something, so I headed right for my room.

“Not so fast, young man. Come in here and sit down so we can talk,” she said, as she shut off the television. “Sit down.”

“I don’t know what got into you last night. I know you’ve had a beer once in a while. Kids your age do that sort of thing. But, you were totally wasted. And as far as the pot’s concerned, you’ll never try that again. I don’t like drugs. They screw up your mind.

“You’ve got a great future ahead of you, and I don’t want you screwing it up. No more drugs. no drinking and no cigarettes. And as far as that hickey is concerned, s*x is definitely also out of the question as well. We don’t need some little Bobby running around here with me having to take care of him.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Yea, you can go out and just have fun. You don’t have to get so drunk you pass out and make a fool of yourself. You’ve got one more year of high school before you go off to college. If you have good grades, you can go anywhere in life and make a lot of money.

“Not that your father is a good example, but he was smart, got a good education and makes a lot of money, probably better than a million a year by now with his law practice, maybe even more.”

“Yea, and I get a measly fifty dollars a week from him.”

“Be thankful you get that. He gave me this house when he left, so you kids would have someplace to live. It’s totally paid for along with very good child support which is never late. Without his help, I’d have to go out and work to support you. He’ll probably pay for all your college as well, so ease off a little.

“But there are some rules that you will follow as well as a few additional chores.”

“Oh come on; more chores. Don’t I do enough now?”

“Hey, doing some of the cleaning as well as the laundry and the dishes is not my doing. I made it so you did them every other week with your sister. She took those pictures of you doing boy things in the shower.”

“You knew about that?”

“Of course I did. Sure she blackmailed you, so you ended up doing all the chores. But let it be a learning lesson in life. There are people out there who will use you if you let them. You have to be smarter than they are. All you had to do was come to me. I understand guys have certain needs just like women do. It’s normal. It’s life.”

I gave her a funny look.

“What do you think – men have a monopoly on s****l pleasure?”

“Women have… oh never mind.”

“But…” I started to say.

“To be very frank with you. Yes, women have orgasms very similar to a man. Hopefully you’ll learn how to satisfy their needs instead of just your own when you get old enough.”

“I’m confused.”

“We can talk about that when you’re ready and able to have sex.”

“Okay,” I said, “let’s get back to the laundry. Mindy can take over and do her share? I don’t have to be afraid that she’ll show you those pictures.”

“That’s not the way it works. You agreed to her proposal. Laundry, changing beds and cleaning your section of the house is still your responsibility. You do a great job of it. If she did it every other week, it would probably be a pig sty. You know how she keeps her room.”

“Yea, she can’t even put her dirty clothes in the hamper. I have to pick up everything. So what’s being added to the list.”

“I’ve decided to add cooking our meals to your list while you’re grounded. This is not a punishment. It a schooling tool so when you get out on your own you can take care of yourself.”

“That sounds reasonable.”

“You’ll plan all the meals, make your grocery list and every Sunday morning we’ll go shopping. You’ll get what you need and prepare the dinner every night. When you’re done you’ll also do the dishes and clean up the kitchen.

“You’ll spend ample time doing your homework and studying every day to get your marks up. A B average will not get you into a good college. I expect you to have a straight A average by the end of the semester. There is no excuse.”

“Anything else?”

“Yes. You’ll practice your piano at least an hour every other day. You’re very gifted. Don’t let it go away. I love hearing you play, and you’ll appreciate it someday.

“Now those are my rules. If you break them, I’ll take other measures.”

“What else do I have. You’ve pretty much occupied most of my free time.”

“I can put a limit on your use of your phone or the time you spend on the internet. There are other things, so don’t push your luck young man.

“Now is there anything else you’d like to talk to me about?”

“Nope. You’ve just about covered everything.”

“I’m going out to dinner with Joyce and Ruth tonight, so kitchen duties start tomorrow. I suggest you start working on your menu and grocery list. We’ll go shopping in the morning.”

“Am I excused?”

“Yes, you can go.”

“Anyplace?”

“No, to your room if you’d like.”

So that’s what I did, but I went right through my bedroom and into my bathroom. I pulled down my pants and just sat there on the pot staring at the monster that took control of my life.

I’d heard of chastity belts before. Actually from stories I read on the internet, I knew about these chastity cages as well, but not in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d be wearing one. It seems that some dominate women like to keep their husbands or boyfriends in them. Maybe Mom should have done that to dad many years ago.

Hell, he had three affairs as far as I know and maybe more. God only knows how many other women he slept with. When I was in the seventh or eighth grade he came and announced he was divorcing my mother. He was in love with his twenty-two year old secretary. When I saw her, I knew why. She was a tall, beautiful blond with big boobs. Her skirts were so short they hardly covered her panties, and she had a beautiful ass with really long legs. Now, I’m no expert, but she was like a Ferrari rather than a Chevrolet. I’m not saying that my mother isn’t good looking and has a decent body for her age, but this girl even got my interest. Hell, what good looking female doesn’t. That’s when we started doing chores around the house, and my sister tricked me into doing all her work.

As I sat there, I smiled. I suddenly realized I was actually living one of those stories I had fantasized about. I was the guy locked away. I may not have been hanging from chains getting my ass whipped, but I was actually being control by a woman.

I took my dirty clothes and put them in the laundry room. Mindy’s clothes were a little more of a problem. None were in her laundry hamper. They were right where she stepped out of them. I picked them all up as usual, tucking her stuff in under my hand and arm. Then I noticed a little pink thong. I looked at it with more interest than usual and held it to my nose. God, it smelled wonderful. Again I sniffed the silky treasure. The cotton patch in the crotch still held that sexy female aroma. It made my c**k and balls tingle just a little. As I gathered the rest of her dirty clothes, I felt my c**k trying to escape once more.

Once in the laundry room, I separated the clothes as I had been taught and put in the first load. Before starting the washer I fondled and sniffed her panties once more. Finally I went back to her room, made her bed and straightened things up. I’d change the beds and do the sheets tomorrow.

While things washed, I went back into the bedroom, turned on my laptop and typed into Google - stories about men in chastity.

Several websites came up. I clicked on the first one. There were dozens of stories. I read about cuckold men who were locked up much like me. They never had s*x. The guy in the story had a very small pecker and couldn’t satisfy his wife. He had money, so rather than divorcing him, she locked him up and had numerous other lovers. She handcuffed him to their bed every night and made him watch her having s*x with her boyfriends.

Then I found a story about a young guy who was put in a chastity cage so he couldn’t have s*x. It was his mother’s way of controlling him. She could make him do anything she wanted. He did it with the hopes of jerking off or having s*x with a girl someday.

Holy s**t. That got me thinking. I wondered if my Mom did this to me. If I was in a cage, just like I am wearing, and couldn’t jerk off or even go out with a girl, wouldn’t I do just about anything she wanted. s**t! I’m doing exactly that right now. I’d have to give that some serious thought.