The Sender Chapter 2
I can't say that Levi was especially happy to have his genitals locked away, but that was fine by me. Even preferable, really. What's the fun in forcing a world famous country star into long term chastity if they enjoy it?
The wolf shifted his weight uncomfortably between his two feet as I took my time locking up his tender bits. I was careful not to get to playful with his pecker while I imprisoned the flaccid meat within the device, right after I fed the attached catheter down the urethral tube of his stalk. He winced at the tight fit and I calmed him with softly spoken words of praise.
I let him know how proud I was with him but that was a bald face lie. Really I thought it was pretty shameful how a handsome stud like him was letting a gruff guy like me take control of his cock. He must have wanted my cock something fierce. Though, the only reason he was basically gagging for my polar bear prick was because I'd spent lots of time and effort retooling his thinking to make him feel that way.
As far as Levi was concerned, he was the homely one and I was the super model. It didn't matter to him that I was in my forties and had a bit of a belly. To the singer I looked like pure sex and getting me in the sack was his fondest wet dream. Sure, the younger fellow wasn't thrilled that the price of admission was having his wolfhood placed under lock and key. But after weeks of sucking my balls and kissing my piss slit, by the time the chastity device arrived in the mail the horny celebrity was ready to do just about anything to go the distance with me.
That's not to say the wolf didn't experience a profound sense of unease as I got ready to seal the device closed around his already twitching member.
"Hey Dante...," Levi fretted. "You won't tell anyone about this, right?"
Making sure everything was lined up properly, I closed the thirty thousand dollar device that hung between his legs before looking up and then said, "Didn't plan on it. And you may be overestimating the amount of time I'll be thinking about your at-rest soldier. No offense. Just 'out of sight, out of mind' and all that."
The wolf frowned at that, clearly not liking the implications of my remark.
Changing the subject I asked, "How's it feel? Not pinching anywhere, is it?"
Levi shifted his hips causing the futuristic cage to bounce around some and then reached down and tugged on it. I grinned at that, thinking of all the times in the weeks to come when he wouldn't be able to help but try his best to pull the device off.
"Seems fine," the musician said. "It feels a bit weird though. The weight I mean."
I grunted and stated, "Don't worry, you'll get used to it."
He grinned at that, which made me raise an eyebrow. I was fairly sure I hadn't scrambled his brains enough to make him a retard. Which must mean the fool was unjustifiably fond of me to let things get this far.
But his grin only widened as he struck a pose in his cowboy boots and winked at me, just like he did while performing on stage. Except on those occasions he wore more than just his boots and an expensive chastity device.
"How do I look?" he asked, seductively.
"Sexy as hell," I admitted. It wasn't an exaggeration either. Levi had a face and body that other men would die for. A really smokin' beauty, this one.
"Soooo....?" he continued, his voice taking on a pleading tone.
Of course I knew what he wanted but I played ignorant anyway, just to draw it out. "'So' what?" I countered.
He closed the distance between us until his chastity cage was nearly pressing against me and said, "So... haven't I been good? Doesn't Daddy bear have something to give me?" He reached down and pressed his hands into both of my pants' pockets at which point he started to gently rub my inner thighs through the fabric. Yep, I got hard in a hurry.
I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of ass country star ass cheeks and pulled him even closer until he was was leaning against me. He sighed contentedly but not long after made a small pained sound. Which meant my new toy was doing its job, keeping the wolf nice and soft for me. It'd be a simple matter to adjust the device's setting so that he could grow firm alongside me. Not that he knew that.
"Shhhhhh," I hushed while I massage his ass with rhythmic squeezes in my large polar bear hands. "Just ignore it. I got something else for you to play with." I humped against his bare stomach, letting him feel my girth through my clothes.
"Oh Dante...," he moaned.
"Uh-uh. Locked boys call me Daddy when no one else is around."
"Daddy pleas--"
I cut him off with a passionate kiss, making sure he took my tongue deep. Inside my pockets he moved his hands in, pressing on either side of my rigid pole as I made him swallow mouthfuls of my saliva. In no way was this a kink for him but it turned the eager wolf on all the same, his labido inflamed by my domination of his muzzle. When he'd had enough and tried to pull back I simply shifted my grip so that I cupped the back of his head, causing him to make a muffled whining sound as more and more spit cascaded over his tongue and down his throat as he gagged softly in response. And just like the cock cage didn't stop squeezing down him, he didn't stop pressing down on me.
Licking his tongue once more I let him off the hook. He coughed some as he pulled back and shot me an annoyed looked, but I could tell he was very much still in the moment. He wanted me bad.
Keeping my voice playful I told him, "Giving Daddy the evil eye is a good way to earn yourself a spanking, boy... Or maybe that's what you want?"
He caught my vibe and played right back.
"But Daddy, I've been so good. I let you lock me up and everything. And now mine's so small... and yours is so very big." He squeezed me again as he said that last part. Oh yeah. He was hungry for me.
I was about to let him know that in this house good boys got spanked just as often as bad ones. But I decided that I'd keep that as a surprise for another day. As cute as he'd look with tears streaming down his face, there was no rush to scratch that particular itch of mine. But with an ass that spankable I knew it wouldn't be long before I forced him over my lap.
My eyes twinkled in mischief as I retorted, "Maybe this big bear should make you wait another week or two? Make those naughty balls of your churn with seed before I give you a taste."
Levi put on a mock pouting face, naively assuming I must be kidding. Dumb kid didn't understand that 'long term chastity' wasn't the sort of thing I joked about. He'd learn soon enough. And that's when we'd start having our real heart to heart chats.
I expected some more back and forth word play but I guess the country star felt he'd waited long enough. Falling to his knees, the singer pulled his hands out of my pockets. But he didn't move them far, opting to rub them firmly against the front of my lewdly tented trousers.
"Jesus Dante... you're fucking hung."
Once again I grabbed the back of his head, this time cramming his muzzle against my crotch to join his hands.
"Don't call me Dante... and don't curse. Chaste boys says 'frickin' or 'bleeping' and 'jeeze'. But yeah, you're right. I am fucking hung. And it's all yours, baby."
I let him feel my power, making sure he rubbed his face all over my tented fabric. And now that I'd come this far, as I was in a hurry to move things along.
"Prove you want it, boy. Use your teeth to unzip me."
Needing my flesh, he threw himself into the task. It was obvious he had zero practice at performing this trick but his burning need to suckle on me drove him to achieve. A few false starts later he had my button undone and my zipper yanked all the way down, nearly tearing it off in the process. Now the only thing between him and nirvana was my dark blue underwear which stretched obscenely around my thick rod.
"Lick," I ordered. "They don't come off until the front of my crotch is drenched in wolf spit. If you're not making a sopping mess, you're not trying."
Never before had I permitted his tongue to touch my shaft and in a way, I was still denying the famous hunk. But by the way he went at it, you'd of thought that my years old threadbare underwear tasted indescribably delicious. Levi's canine tongue attacked the rough fabric, long damp trails left in its wake. He shuddered in physical delight, the mere smell of his personal sex-god's masculine equipment driving him crazy with lust.
I had to remind myself that I hadn't exactly used a subtle touch when I transformed the small fire of need he had for me into a bonfire of epic proportions. To Levi, I was literally the sexiest man on the planet and it was his unbelievable luck to be deigned worthy enough to licky my underwear.
Noticing that his eyes were closed I was more reminded him, "Eyes up here, softie. Whenever I have you go down on someone, I want them to be able to see how badly you're trying to please them."
Levi's eyes shot open at that, looking a tad alarmed. My words hadn't bothered him enough to stop mid wish-fulfillment but I could tell the wolf had strong feelings about us involving anyone else in our kinky games. Which was too bad for him, because one way or another we were going to find a way for our little country star to perform some community service for the common man. Maybe that meant there was glory hole action in his future or maybe I'd find some discreet men that didn't mind signing an ironclad nondisclosure agreement for a chance to dump a load between Levi Shepard lips. Hell, if it came to that I actually knew a few guys from back in the day who wouldn't mind dumping a load in the pretty boy.
The musician was doing an adequate job but I decided to light a fire under him anyway saying, "Hearing problem, little man? Get that tongue to fucking work! Now!"
That did the trick. Terrified that he was blowing his shot at my dick the wolf tongued me so good my toes curled in my shoes. I let him keep going until I could see he was beginning to tire. I'm sure by that point his tongue felt a bit irritated and raw but hey, everyone sacrifices for the things they want in life.
Pushing his head back I commanded, "Get that cocksucking mouth open."
Eyes blazing, he did.
"Wider, cunt lips."
Again he obeyed, stretching his jaw as wide as it would go. Here I made a big show about letting him see that I was about to spit into his mouth, letting him pull away or close his mouth if chose. The lust in his eyes dimmed some and he looked a bit ashamed but he kept his mouth open.
I spit. The big warm slop landed right on his tongue and he cringed.
"Swallow that," I demanded.
Eyes moistening from the intense shame, he did. And then, without needing to be told, he opened his mouth for more. We repeated this six more times before I was sure that he was worthy for what came next.
Seeing an opportunity to push him still further down the path of submission, I pulled a coin out of my pocket and said, "Okay boy, here's the deal. Heads, you get to give me head. Tails, I turn your mouth into a piss pot and we're done for the day. Then you can try your luck again tomorrow, if you're good. If you can't handle that, you're free to leave."
I really had no desire to at this time to turn Levi into my personal urinal but I needed to know if he'd crack. If he walked out on me then all that meant was that I'd spend the rest of the day playing around inside his head. But given the option, I liked the idea of him obeying me because he wanted to please me rather than because I'd tied him up in a mental straightjacket.
For a tense few moments it looked like the pampered music star would bolt on me. His wild eyes stared up at me from knelt form and his chiseled muscles flexed under his fur. But the fifty-fifty shot at my hefty polar bear cock must have been enough to keep him frozen in place. Mouth still open and neck muscles tensed, Levi gave me a curt nod. It was plain to see that he was worried sick at the idea of having to guzzle down my frothy piss but he'd come too far to stop now.
Smiling now, I gave him some encouragement.
"That's my boy. Let's get you into position. Tug my underwear down and take my cockhead into your mouth. One way or the other, I'm about to give you something of mine to swallow."
The songwriter moved like quicksilver and as he yanked my trousers down with his teeth my pole sprung out, bobbing around before coming to a rest. I'm pretty sure he tore a few holes in my underwear. Not that I cared but I'd add it to the growing list of lame excuses to spank him anyway.
Then with an expression that was half dread half fuck-lust the wolf took my wide cock head just past his lips, keeping his eyes up on me as he'd been taught. Like all the other times I'd let the stud suckle on my piss slit, his muzzle felt amazing. I'd already decided to dump a load down his throat but I stretched this moment of uncertainty out to make him sweat.
Holding the coin out I taunted, "You want my cum... but if it comes down to it, you'll take my piss. Is that right boy? You Daddy's piss pig?"
Unsure but too deep to back out now, Levi nodded causing my cock to jerk up and down with his head movements.
The preamble over with I flipped the coin into the air, dramatically catching it in a one of my white furred hands on its way down. Looking down, I opened my palm. From his place on the ground the wolf couldn't see the result and he started to tremble slightly as I drew out the announcement.
Point of fact, it had actually landed tails up. Part of me was tempted to hold Levi to his word and make him gargle my acrid sprew but to be honest, piss play just isn't my thing. That's not to say that the rich and famous asshole's stomach wouldn't be filled with piss from time to time, but usually that meant that I was either genuinely too lazy to get up to use the bathroom or more likely, that one of the guys I brought over to humiliate Levi got a kick out of having the rich pretty boy prove he understood his place.
Pocketing the coin, I glared down at him. His extremely worried eyes looked right back.
"Well?" I finally said. "You gonna suck me off or what?"
Relief washed over Levi in heavenly waves as he moaned in pleasure around the tip of my cock. Then, keeping his eyes firmly locked on my own, he pushed forward slowly. Inch by inch my thickness disappeared into his muzzle. And fuck me if it didn't feel incredible. As for the mind altered wolf, judging by his expression you'd of thought he'd died and gone to cock heaven.
Feeling benevolent I said, "Enjoy yourself, boy. Only chaste boys get to taste this treat."
I knew he'd be as hard as a rock if the cage wasn't squeezing him flaccid. But regardless of how soft he was, I figured I'd show him what his penis' new home could do. He'd manage to get a third of my endowment past his stretched lips when I pulled out my smartphone. He was too far gone to give a flying leap what I was doing... until I toggled on one of the smart cage's kinkier features.
He jerked in place looking at me in surprise, then wonder. His ridiculous expression made me chuckle.
Then I said, "That's right, wolf-in-boots. That chastity cage has all kinds of tricks built in. This particular program makes it feel like the world's most talented escort is sensuously licking all over your package. I bet it'd feel marvelous if you could get hard... but even soft I'm guessing it's not half bad. I set the timer for an hour, so settle in to get your limp bits tongued real thorough like."
Levi's eyes grew heavy and partially closed out of bliss. The airhead probably thought I was rewarding him. In truth, I was just eager to get him nice and desperate for release. The fun behind orgasm denial was the denial part and I couldn't wait for the arrogant singer to start dropping hints that maybe it'd be a nice change to take a break from the cage. At this point in our relationship Levi probably considered a few days to be an extremely long bout of chastity. What he didn't know was that I didn't even consider it to be serious chastity until month two.
Later when he mentioned how much he was looking forward to the end of the week, I admit to being confused at first. Apparently he'd just assumed that Saturday or Sunday would be our 'fun day'. Not wanting to disappoint him, ever since then I've designated Saturday and Sunday as 'fun days'. Each weekend he spends a combined six hours watching porn while the chastity belt runs through an ever adapting suite of teasing programs. And in the evenings, we fuck like rabbits. Or rather, I fuck him like a polar bear. Sometimes I'll join him while he's watching porn. On these occasions I usually make a big show of jerking off while sitting beside him on the couch. It didn't take him long to learn that whining about this treatment only leads to an immediate spanking.
But as silly as it sounds now, initially he looked forward to the belt's teasing. He certainly got a kick out of it the first time I permitted him to go down on me. His dreamy eyes spoke of indescribable joy as he crammed another inch of my shaft into his muzzle.
"Don't dislocate your jaw," I teased. "I'm not expecting you to deepthroat me on the first day. And anyway, no one is going to expect you to be any good at this yet."
Again I tossed out the 'possibility' of sharing him with other guys. This time Levi looked like he actually wanted to say something about it. I wasn't interested in his opinion so I held him down. I don't let sluts who strut around in cowboy boots, a chastity cage, and nothing else whine at me about 'objectifying' them.
Seeing that I wasn't going to let him up off my dick he settled down and focused on getting me off. He wasn't bad but that didn't mean he was any good either. Mostly I found it hot because of how much he was getting off on blowing me. Without actually getting off, that is. I must have tasted delicious to the wolf because his eyes glazed over with pure need. He nursed on my bear pole like his life had been incomplete up to this point without it. He must have been fantasizing about doing this ever since I tweaked him to sexually obsess over me.
He brought his hands up get his fingers in on the action but I caught his arms gently by the wrists. He pouted with his eyes and I smiled back. Moving his hands behind his head I instructed, "Unless I tell you otherwise, suck jobs are to be hands free. Lace your fingers together and keep those palms on your head, just like that. Good boy, show Daddy those pits."
The dirty talk thrilled him, like I knew it would. What a perfect little whore-in-training.
With nothing left to add for the time being, I left the booted stud to his work as he slurped, sucked, and occasionally gagged with a zen-like wantonness. Similarly, the chastity belt "licked" him in a carnal way made the soft dicked fool smoothly hump the air. I'd chosen to start him out on a light program but was very much looking forward to having suckle on his limp udder like a calf desperate for milk. Humorously, in his world enthusiastic blowjobs would become something to be dreaded rather than craved.
"Eyes up and center," I called out, reminding him of my rules again. Levi had lots of bad habits that needed breaking but I didn't mind. The effort would more than pay for itself.
I held out for another twenty minutes and could have gone longer but I saw that my country boy was beginning to flag. I could tell he wanted to swallow my load straight from the tap but I had something else in mind for the needy wolf.
Pulling out of his increasingly sore muzzle I took my length in hand and barked out the order, "Close your eyes and mouth and keep your head forward. Daddy's gonna paint your face good."
And boy-howdy did I. What a fucking mess. From his perspective he probably considered my load "wasted" but from my point of view it was glorious. My hand pumped shot after shot of heavy jizz all over his waiting face turning it into a soaked disaster zone of cum. Because he wasn't a complete idiot he clenched his eyes good and tight, realizing that to do otherwise would result in a terrible stinging sensation he wouldn't soon forget. And being the nice guy I am, I let him know how beautiful he looked.
As my spew tapered off and the last of my semen dripped on the floor I said, "Well looky here, guess I'm an artist too. Never figured myself for a painter. Guess I should come up with a name for this masterpiece. How about... Baptism of the Chaste, by Dante Barton."
Seeing him open his mouth in what was sure to be some kind of sarcastic retort I beat him to the punch with, "No one said you could open your mouth, queer boy. In fact, you're gonna hold that position until I get back from my shower. Shouldn't be longer than twenty minutes. If you behave, I'll let you use my towel after I'm done with it."
He fidgeted a little at that unwelcome news but otherwise stayed put. Pulling out my smartphone I noted that he had plenty of time left on his wolf-pecker teasing. And then I took the opportunity to snap several pictures of the singer from various angles. It'd be hard to confirm his identity under that thick layer of cum but since I didn't plan on actually releasing any of the pictures or video I was going to take, I decided they'd still make for perfect blackmail material.
Before heading off to my shower I swatted him on the ass and said, "That's a good look for you, limp-dick." The sudden impact startled him and he stiffened but quickly recovered. Then, rubbing his bare ass, I whispered into his ear, "You're making Daddy real proud of you, babe. I told you I'd make you my special boy. Okay Levi, stay nice and soft for me and I'll be back soon."
I kissed the back of his neck as squeezed his toosh as he quivered in pleasure. What a sucker. Ditzes like him didn't deserve to cum. Keeping him pent up could practically be considered community service.
I took my time showering. His knees were probably killing him by the time I came back downstairs but that's the life of a mind controlled country star for you. Still damp myself, I confirmed that he hadn't shifted position prior to tossing my wet towel over to him. Then I said, "Clean yourself up. You look like a back alley whore."
Gratefully, he brought the plush towel to his face and began the extended task of cleaning up my supremely satisfying load. I watch for a minute or two, then grew bored and went to make myself a sandwich. Putting wolves in their place is hungry work. Just ask any polar bear.
Not being able to read minds, I wasn't sure what his reaction was going to be when was done so I settled in to wait at the counter, drinking my tea and downing my sandwich. And no, of course I didn't make him one. Levi cooks for me, not the other way around.
When he came into the kitchen his facial fur was still matted with bits of stuck jizz that he'd need to shower out. Rather than being angry, he looked a bit embarrassed. But I would be too if I let a man treat me how I just treated him.
He asked for a glass of water for himself and so I passed him my half empty cup. The wolf smiled at me gratefully and drank the rest. He reeked of musk.
Cummed out and not really in the mood to make small talk with my personal boy toy we stood in silence until he couldn't handle it anymore and asked, "Hey Dant---errrr.... Daddy. Think we can turn this thing off for a bit? It's starting to make me feel a bit... antsy."
Antsy my ass. The phrase he was looking for was "blue balled." A condition that I was determined to make far worse.
I took another bite of my sandwich, chewed slowly, then answered, "Nah. It's fine. Timers almost over anyway. But if you're looking to distract yourself, the upstairs' shower is free. And your dick prison is waterproof, so don't worry about that."
He wanted to argue back, I could tell. But he probably assumed that if he annoyed me I'd just tack another hour onto the teasing timer. And he'd of been one hundred percent right on that.
Instead he bit his lip and turned to head upstairs. Yet he didn't go. Instead he stayed frozen in place for several seconds as though terribly conflicted about something.
Eventually he turned around and looking down at the floor he said, "Dante... I think this may be too much, too fast."
I just continued to eat my sandwich, nonplussed. When I swallowed I dryly answered, "Oh yeah?" It's important never not to act impressed when your boy is threatening a tantrum.
"It's not that I don't love being with you. I do! I may even like it too much. But the problem is, I'm an adult with a music career. I can't be involved in... whatever this is. So... I'm sorry but I think I'm going to have to ask you to take the chastity belt off. I shouldn't have let you put it on me in the first place."
Finishing my sandwich, I pondered this. I kept my face thoughtful but passive, wanting to play this cool.
And then I said, "Yeah, that's not going to happen."
Levi hadn't been expecting that and his face was blank for several seconds before registering shock. Then anger.
"What the fuck do you mean 'that's not going to happen'. Maybe you didn't hear me because I wasn't asking -- I was telling you. Take the chastity belt off. Now."
I kept my calm demeanor and retorted, "And I told you, chaste boys don't curse. They say 'frick', not fuck. And you may already regret your decision but that's too bad. That cock and those balls belong to me and that's just how things are now. You're Daddy's special, horny boy and that means before I'm done with you, you'll be the world's best polar-bear-cock sucker."
His canine face contorted with rage and he was about to lay into me when I mentally commanded, ***You're too angry to put your frustration into words. Turn around and storm off to your house. Slam the door behind you. You're going to punish me by not contacting me for at least four days.***
Reaching over, the wolf grabbed the glass off the counter before throwing it on the ground, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Then in a furious huff he turned around and stalked out, slamming the front door as hard as he could on his way out.
Looking down at the mess, I sighed. Country singers... what 'freakin' divas.