Subjugated Men

Chapter 3

The Large Brown Paper Bag

We met by accident in a supermarket checkout line, had a whirlwind romance, fell in love and then I asked her to marry me. She said yes and now I was living in her parent’s basement for the six months of school I had left. As soon as I graduated we were going to be married.

The beauty of living in her basement was I got to see her every day after school and, at night, after her parents finally gave up and went to bed, she would come down and we would have marathon make out sessions which always caused me to have raging erections and a serious case of blue balls by the end. She must have noticed but never said anything.

Our sessions never went beyond heavy petting as she was determined to ‘save herself for her wedding night’. I hated that but, respected her wishes. I was so worked up each night, however, that once she left I wanked myself off to some mind-blowing orgasms. Sometimes more than once.

One night, about a month after I moved in, her hand brushed my d**k and an involuntary groan escaped my lips.

“What’s wrong, Andrew?” she asked, chuckling.

“I… uh… it’s just… uh nothing, Sherry,” I stammered.

“Are you in some distress?” she asked coyly.

“Of course I am, Sherry, how couldn’t I be?”

“Why?” she asked.

“I get so turned on kissing you that I…”

“Get hard?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“I’ve noticed,” she said. “but isn’t that a good thing?”

“Yes, but…”

“But what baby? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“It hurts,” I said.

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“My uh… balls get so full when we make out this long and my… uh… thing stays hard for so long that it hurts,” I said.

“What do you do about it?” she asked.

“Uh… nothing,” I said.

“Jerry,” she said crossly, “don’t lie to me. What do you do about it?”

“I… um… I masturbate after you leave,” I said haltingly.

“But, Jerry,” she said with a touch of anger, “we made a vow that we would be true to each other.”

“I have been,” I said.

“No, you haven’t,” she said. “You’ve been making love to your hand when I’m not around.”

“But that’s not being untrue,” I said.

“Well, I think it is,” she said firmly, “and I want you to stop.”

“But, Sherry,” I wailed, “I’ll die if I don’t get some relief after….”

“I doubt that you will die,” she interrupted.

“Sherry, please understand that I…”

“I understand that it’s cheating,” she said.

“But what am I going to do?” I asked. “You won’t let me make love to you until we are married, and I respect that, but couldn’t we do something?”

“Like what?”

“Maybe you could…”

“Jack you off?” she said disdainfully. “I don’t think so.”

“Maybe I could do it while we were together?” I asked tentatively.

“Jack off while I watch?” she asked.

“I thought maybe I could maybe kiss you and play with your…”

“No!” she said firmly.

“But, Sherry, I really need to… uh….”

“I understand that you think you need to do this disgusting thing, so I’ll agree to you kneeling at my feet when I’m ready to go to bed and doing your dirty deed in front of me,” she said.

“Oh god, thank you,” I blabbered.

“Okay, go ahead,” she said.

“Right now?”

“I’m going to bed in five minutes so if you really need to perform this revolting act, do it right now or else wait until tomorrow night,” she said.

I didn’t want to wait another twenty-four hours, but I was embarrassed to do such an intimate activity in front of her. She began tapping her foot.

“Four minutes,” she said.

I unzipped my pants and Mr. Stiffy leaped out, eager for his coming workout. I heard a stifled giggle from her.

“Is that it?” she asked.

That embarrassed me further. I felt that my five inches was a nice sized d**k and not something to laugh at. It put me off my stride and I wilted slightly. I reached down to begin stroking.

“I said on your knees and you now have only three minutes,” she said.

I jumped off the couch, kneeled in front of her and immediately began pounding my meat. She looked on with a disdainful look and raised her wrist to look at her watch. She began alternating glances from my d**k to her watch. I put her and everything else out of my mind and managed to spurt before she said my time was up.

“Wow,” she said, “forty-three seconds. I sure hope you last longer than that on our wedding night.”

“But, Sherry, you told me I only had three minutes and I…”

“I’m going to bed,” she said, interrupting. “Remember your promise, no more cheating on me.”

“I promise, Sherry,” I said to her retreating back.

After she left I really wanted to have another go at my d**k. The orgasm with her watching had been too structured and way too short to have sated me. I needed another one but, I was good and went to sleep.

***

Things continued like that night for the next several weeks. She would come to my room after her parents had gone to bed. We would make out for an hour or so and then she would let me kneel at her feet and relieve myself. In some ways it was very unsatisfying but at least she was happy with me and I wasn’t frustrated. Then, one night, things changed. She was ready to leave and I had gotten down on my knees in front of her ready to pump away on my prick.

“I think you should take off all your clothes,” she said.

“Huh?”

“I think you should be naked,” she said.

“But, Sherry, I…”

“Never mind,” she said, “I’m going to bed.”

She got up and headed for the door. All I could think of was that I was going to be robbed of my chance to spurt.

“Wait, don’t go,” I pleaded. “I’m getting undressed right now.”

She turned as I ripped my clothes off. Then returned and sat back down.

“Hurry up,” she said, “I’m tired.”

I shot my wad in under thirty seconds and remained there, completely spent until she left the room.

***

The next change was that she expected me to be naked and in a kneeling position when she showed up to visit. Since I never knew when she was coming I usually had to get undressed and kneel in position by nine o’clock. Sometimes she would come just after nine and sometimes not until ten thirty. I didn’t dare move for fear of losing my chance to play with myself.

Next, she began showing up in a very flimsy nightgown. It was very sheer and it was almost as if she were naked. It drove me wild. A few nights later she stopped in front of me with her ass in my face, raised her nightgown until I could see her ass and told me to kiss it.

After that night it was a regular ritual. I waited on my knees. She showed up and had me kiss her ass. Then we would make out for a bit but with me still on my knees and then I got three minutes to stroke myself.

That went on for about a month until she sat down one night with a serious look on her face. I held my breath for whatever unpleasant news was coming.

“I don’t think it’s right for you to keep playing with yourself,” she said.

Panic consumed me. I waited for the shoe to drop but, I was surprised.

“I can’t let you inside me until we marry,” she said, “but, I think that you should be f*****g me instead of your hand.”

“f**k… f*****g you?” I stammered.

“Yes.”

I couldn’t believe it. She was going to let me have s*x with her. How that was going to work if I could go inside her p***y was a mystery. Maybe she meant a blow job. Maybe her ass. I started to stand up, but she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down.

“No, silly,” she said, “I mean you can lay on me with your head in my lap and rub that thing between my ankles. You can f**k me between my legs and, while you’re at it I want you to use your mouth on my pussy.”

I did as she asked and lasted about five minutes before I shot my wad. She really liked my face in her crotch, but it was hard to get at her properly with her nightgown in place.

***

A month later she pulled her nightgown up so that I could suitably lick her and give her an orgasm before she let me finish. She stretched my orgasms out by opening her legs slightly to decrease the pressure I was feeling anytime she felt I was getting close and then finally letting me go after she climaxed.

By now a typical night was that I waited naked and in position for sometimes as long as an hour and a half. She would come in, stand in front of me and raise her nighty so that I could get at her ass. I would lick and kiss her ass and run my tongue in and out of her asshole and then between her legs and up until I could tickle her v****a. Then she would sit and pull her nightgown to her waist. I would kneel in front of her, put my head in her lap, my d**k between her legs and begin licking and pumping. When she was through she would pat my head, call me a good boy and leave.

Then I made a mistake that changed everything.