Page 28 of Ours
“Yes, sir.” Cory put down his own bag and walked to Derek’s bathroom, no questions asked. Better to just do what he was told and get this all over with.
A half hour later, a naked, freshly showered and cleaned out Cory rejoined his two doms in the living room. Both Derek and Nic were shirtless and finished the conversation they were having as he entered.
“C’mere, boy.” Derek pointed to the floor next to them.
Once Cory had moved to the spot as he was directed, Derek produced a small package from his bag.
“I wasn’t expecting to have to use this so soon, but now I’m glad it came in the mail a little early.” It was a chastity cage. “I assume you know what this is?”
Cory nodded, his mouth suddenly drying out. He knew very well what a chastity cage was. He just wasn’t sure how he felt about them. Some aspects of them turned him on—being locked up and controlled like that, having his orgasms regulated. But those same aspects worried him. Jerking off to fantasies ofchastity was well and good, but after he came, he wasdecidedlyless interested in remaining locked up. Also, it’s not like he could jerk offwhen he was locked into the thing. But it didn’t seem like he would have a choice here.
“Good. This is the first part of your punishment. This,” Derek held up the cage, a small piece of black plastic, “stays on for the next week.”
“Yes, sir.” Cory resigned himself to his fate. “Do you know how it goes on? I’ve never actually worn one before.”
“Uh, this one is all you, D.” Nic held his hands up as if they would be filled with cocks had he left them down. “This was your idea.”
“You are such a fucking baby. It’s just a dick.” Derek rolled his eyes. “Alright, boy, let’s get this on you.”
Cory spread his legs and Derek handed him the outer ring, which he fastened around his junk. Next came the sheath, which slipped easily over his shaft. Once those were in place, he did his best to remain steady while Derek attached a small padlock, locking the two together. It wasn’t easy, and he could feel himself starting to grow hard for the first time since finding out he was being punished. Standing, Derek showed him the key.
“I’ve got one and so does Nic.” Derek tossed the second key to Nic. “If it needs to come off early for some reason, we’ve got you covered. That means like, if it’s hurting you or you’re going to the doctor or something. Not because you want to jerk off.”
“Yes, sir.” Cory understood the concept.
“Next: a safeword,” Derek continued as Cory’s eyes went wide. “You’re not going to enjoy what’s about to happen, but it’s not going to be anythingtooawful. But if for some reason itdoesget to be too much for you, I want you to be able to let us know. You say that word, everything ends, full stop.”
“What’s my safeword, sir?” Cory was impressed that Derek had done his research.
“Bacon-dick.”
Cory snorted and immediately covered his face, trying to stifle his laughter.
“Fuck you!” Nic threw a pillow at the side of Derek’s face. “Assholes!”
“Okay, okay, we’ll just go with ‘bacon’ for now,” Derek finished once he was done laughing. “Sound good?”
“Yes, sir.” Cory wiped a laughter-induced tear from his eye.
“Alright.” Derek’s tone turned serious. “You’re being punished because since yesterday you’ve been rude and insubordinate to both of us. You acted out, not just to us, but in front of several other people at school. Do you understand?” Derek finished listing off his charges.
“Yes, sir.” Cory nodded in shame.
“I don’t care how pissed off you get at us.” Nic figured he should take charge at least a little. “You don’t act like that. Not anymore. You have a problem? You don’t throw a tantrum. You talk to us.”
“Yes, sir.” Cory was resigned.
“Alright, let’s get this over with.” Derek plopped down on the couch he was standing in front of and patted his thigh. “C’mon, over my knee.”
“…What?”
“Cor,” Derek deadpanned. “I knowdamnwell you know what a spanking isandhow it’s done. So quit drawing this out and get over my lap.”
Cory took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and then lowered himself over Derek. His caged cock fell between Derek’s legs and his head was about halfway to the floor. He felt ridiculous.
“I feel ridiculous,” he complained. A quick—though not hard—smack to his ass clammed him up.
“Well, it’s not calledfunishment.” Derek laughed at his own terrible pun before pausing. “We’re going with twenty—ten from each of us. This is going to hurt. Don’t worry about counting them out or anything. Make whatever noises you need to.”
