Chapter 2
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The first few days were the worst...
It was now the fifth day since the doctor had put a cast over my cock and balls 'for my own good'. Well. he was right in that the pain in my right hand was starting to subside, but at such a price!
Over the last five days, I had been constantly putting my hands down to my groin, only to feel the completely smooth surface of the cast. From the inside, I could feel my cock constantly trying to get hard, but no sort of coaxing or pounding from the outside gave me any sort of stimulation where I needed it. And there was never any release from the pull of the weight around the top of my balls, which I had so foolishly worn that day.
Now I was slowly starting to become accustomed to not having access to my cock any more. I think I was getting used to having to sit down to go to toilet, and not having the usual bulge in my trousers, and all the other day-to-day strangeness of my situation.
But if not being able to cum for the last five days had been difficult, whatever would it be like by next week? Or next month?? The doctor said he would review my situation after 6 months - that's nearly a lifetime!
I had been sitting at home, watching the television. In fact, I had no idea what was on, since my mind was distracted by thinking over my situation, as my hand had moved down to my smooth crotch.
The phone rang. I answered. A female voice which at first I didn't recognise said, "I got your number from your medical files."
I was stunned, and confused - who was she?
But before I could speak, she said, "I saw what the doctor did to you last Thursday. You must be very horny by now!"
Ah! It was the voice of the nurse who assisted as my cock was encased. I stammered, "Yes, I am!"
"Mmm good. And you must still have that heavy weight around your balls, too? I don't see many of those at the surgery."
What an odd conversation! I asked, "Why have you called me? Is there any problem?"
I'm not sure if she even heard me. "I bet you'd love to take a good hold of your cock right now. I bet you're as hard as you can get right now, aren't you?"
She had a sexy voice, and sounded like she was turned on now. "Y-yes, I am hard, and it's getting quite painful."
"Mmmm!" It was more of a moan than anything else. "...and I bet you think I've called you up just so I can talk dirty to you and turn you on."
"You're doing a very good job of it!"
"...but you'd do anything right now, just to be able to spring free of your prison, and give me a damn good fucking, or get me sucking you off, anything so you can shoot your load!"
"Oh yes, anything!"
"Well, I'm here to help you out! If you're a good boy, then perhaps I'll find a way to give you a little relief. But only if you're very good."
Wow! I had no idea what the was talking about, but if she could deliver what she was promising, I wanted to find out more. "What can I do for you?"
"Be here tomorrow at 8pm, 17 Crown Street. And wear your suit."
And then she hung up. Suit, what suit? Was I supposed to turn up in my funeral suit? Or my birthday suit? But then I remembered, in the surgery I had been wearing my rubber one-piece suit under my normal clothes.
Wow! So this woman I had hardly met, who obviously has a big kink for helpless horny men, wants me to arrive at her house dressed in rubber tomorrow, for who knows what!
By this time I was curled up on the floor, with the agony of an incredibly hard cock trapped in a tiny prison, just begging for even the slightest stimulation so it could explode its load of cum. I kept pounding at the cast, but it was never any good.
And I didn't even know her name.
I think I had done it right. I was standing outside her house, wearing a long trench coat over my rubber suit. Had she meant that I should wear nothing except the rubber? Or that I should wear it under normal clothes? I had no idea what sort of a relationship we were going to have, but I didn't want to start off by disappointing her.
It was five seconds to 8pm... 2 seconds... I rang the doorbell, nothing if not punctual.
She opened it, almost before I rang. There was the same slim blonde girl I'd seen at the surgery, but this time she was dressed in a short, tight fitting black PVC dress, unzipped just far enough to make the most of her cleavage.
She beckoned me in, shut the door and then took my trench coat from me. She showed me into what was a remarkably average lounge for such a kinky girl.
I thought I should break the ice with something trivial. "You know I'm Robert, but I don't know your name yet."
She looked me up and down. "No, I don't think so. You're not a Robert. From now on, you're Pup. And you can call me... Alicia."
Then she walked over to me, and put her hand on my groin. "So how has your 'situation' been? Keeping nice and horny?"
"Yes, I sure have. It's been so difficult not being able to touch myself, I've had to stop looking at attractive girls so I don't get turned on."
"Well, not any more!"
"Ah. you mean you're going to let me get out of this cast? Great!"
She smiled, "No, I mean you can look at an attractive girl now - me! Right, Pup, let me see it," and she pulled down the zip of my rubber suit.
I pulled the suit off, to leave me naked except for the cast. She rubbed her hand all over the smooth cast, and the flesh around it. Having her touch my skin there was very erotic, but I could feel nothing when she touched the cast. She just kept stroking it, making soft moaning noises.
This was just too much. I said, "So, can you take this thing off?"
"Yes I can."
"Great, so lets get on with it."
She stopped stroking, and looked directly at me. "Are you turned on now?"
What a question! "Of course I am!"
"Are you really turned on? Just how horny are you?"
"I'd do anything just to get some stimulation on my cock right now!"
She smiled an even broader smile. "Good, because you being horny makes me horny. When I know you're so turned on you could explode, that makes me feel the same."
I don't think she realised it, but as she was saying that, her right hand had been rubbing small circles into her dress just over where her pussy lay underneath.
She said, "Here's the deal - I can get that cast off you, and I can put it back on. And I will, when I think the time is right, when you'vd been a good Pup. But until then, you have to do what you're told."
Wow! I'd played around with bondage and suff, but she sounded like she wanted a sex slave. She was a great looking girl, but I didn't know if I wanted to get into anything that heavy with someone I hardly knew.
I asked, "What would I have to do for you if I agree to this?"
"Agree? You don't have to agree if you don't want to. You can just leave now, go home, stay horny, keep the cast on for the next 6 months, and never know what might have happened."
What could I do? There were a million questions I wanted to ask her, but I didn't think she'd answer any of them.
Aster a moment, she smiled and said, "Well you appear to still be here."
I smiled, realising she was right. "Yes, I appear to be."
"Great. Well, I think we should celebrate your entry into sex slavery with an orgasm!"
"Yours or mine?"
"What do you think?"
She unzipped her dress entirely, revealing her breasts with a ring in each nipple, and entirely shaved groin. She pushed me down to my knees, put her hand on the back of my head, and pulled my face into her pussy.
For the first time, but not for the last time...
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