Tales of the Submissive Male

"Now for the final surprise. Release him." The two pretty assistants walk over to Cliff and remove his restraints. "You will sit in the chair like a good boy won't you?" Cliff nods. "For this demonstration I am going to give you use of your tongue. You may speak.

Cliff says, "Yes, Mistress."

"Now I press this button here and watch." Cliff sitting in the chair gets a weird expression on his face like he is being tickled. A shiver runs through his body. Slowly the expression becomes a smile. "That's right, there is a pleasing program built in. In fact there are hundreds of different pleasing programs. They stimulate and massage his prostate and cock and they are so good aren't they Cliff?"

Cliff turns to Ms. Chastain and says, "This feels great, Mistress."

"Give in to it Cliff. This is your time to enjoy." And Cliff does. He feels the pleasure sweep over his body in waves. It comes slowly. It does not hurry and slowly ever so slowly Cliff surrenders to it. His whole body tingles from his lips, to his nipples, to his cock, to his rectum. He slumps down in the chair. He closes his eyes. He falls out of the chair and is on all fours panting like an animal, moaning turning his head from side to side.

"It feels better than anything ever did, doesn't it? You are on your way to your first internal orgasm, Cliff, the best orgasm a man can experience." Cliff rolls onto his back. He looks like a dog who wants to have his stomach scratched. He is paralyzed by the pleasure of it. He is smiling a sweet smile. His mind is a million miles away. His breathing is labored: sometimes he stops breathing and holds his breath. He arches his back. This goes on for more than a half-an-hour and beads of sweat appear on his firm buff body. His hair becomes wet from sweat. Everyone in the room is spellbound and more than a few of the women are very wet. A few of the women have slid hands down their bodies and are massaging some private parts. There is a smell of sex in the air, pungent and sharp. But just as slowly Cliff's smile turns to a grimace. He gets back on all fours and groans. He thrusts his pelvis in the air then falls on his belly and tried to hump the ground. Being his cock is secure in the ChastiJock, he feels nothing. He groans now not in pleasure but in frustration and rolls around on the ground as if in pain. He beats his hands on the floor, then his fists and finally he cries long and loud, tears gushing from his eyes. He cries with a sorrow so deep and moving that several men in the audience tear in sympathy. He curls up into a ball holding his knees to his chest.
Ms. Chastain goes over to him puts her hand on his back and says, "You have now experienced the full power of the belt. We call it the ultimate denial. Remember I said you were on your way to a wonderful internal orgasm, I never said you would get there.” Ms. Chastain snickers, “It will be your source of pleasure and sorrow." Cliff continues to whimper and cry. With a motion from Ms. Chastain, the two assistants go over and comfort him in their arms offering their bodies to him. He seems inconsolable.
"Let me explain what happened. Built into the nanoprobes are a set of powerful teasing programs. It slowly teases and massages his prostate for the most pleasure he will ever experience. It stimulates him in ways he has never felt before. The program monitors a hundred different bodily functions--breathing, heart rate, pulse, sphincter tone, certain rectal muscles--and it knows when he is on the edge and it keeps him there for the longest time. It teases him, gently massaging his cock, pushing him right to the limit, almost over. And then it backs off. Slowly at first, then it speeds up and brings him close to the edge again but not quite as close, then it backs off. This is repeated over and over again until Cliff is so frustrated all he could do is cry. And they all cry. They curl up in a ball and cry. There are hundreds of programs and every one will make Cliff cry at the end or we will refund your money. The teasing program will be Cliff's greatest joy and worst nightmare all in one. Some subbies beg for it, some beg for it to stop. Some do both in the same session.
“With all the societal macho-man bull shit stripped away from him, when he is in tears at your feet, when he finally understands that you hold the keys to life and death, pleasure and pain, he can be easily reprogrammed for better, more appropriate duties for a male such as masseuse, cook, chauffeur, servant, child-care provider, housekeeper and of course, toilet. It has been said that the perfect man would be three feet tall, breathe through his ears and have a 9-inch tongue. Without surgical modification, we offer the next best thing. Yes, the future is yours with a ChastiJock 2000 for the presentation-only price of $800 and if you order now we will throw in the ChastiTongue absolutely free, a $300 value. Who will be the first to order?"