TightyWriter

Every day, men and boys alike choose to wear tighty whities. I tell their stories.

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Rhett's Punishment part 83

Rhett's heart pounded as he recognized Coach's voice. This was bad. This was really, really bad. Rhett felt his Coach's big strong hands squeeze his sharpie covered ass cheeks, and it caused his pathetic dick to strain even harder against the pink cage.

"Coach...please" Rhett begged, barely audible through the jockstrap and duct tape in his mouth. His plea fell on deaf ears. Coach chuckled, leaning in and speaking quietly in Rhett's ear. "Look at you, Johnson. Didn't I tell you this would happen? All those weeks ago, when you missed that tackle and lost the game for us. You stood there in my office, with your shorts down and I told you that one more fuck up would ruin your life."

Coach grabbed Rhett's briefs down low, directly where they were coming out of Rhett's butt and pulled higher. Rhett was lifted further off of the ground, and the butt plug pressed even harder against his prostate sending waves of unwanted pleasure throughout Rhett's body. With the pointer finger of his other hand, Coach began to trace the letters written on Rhett's ass. "And now here you are," Coach continued, "Wearing whatever underwear a group of men votes for you to wear. Dorky tighty whities today, slutty thongs yesterday. What's next? I know what I'd vote for."

Rhett was mortified. He had known that the vote to put him back in white briefs would only bring humiliation, but the overt sexual implications of Coach being here like this were so much worse than Rhett could have imagined. Coach let go of Rhett's briefs, letting him fall several inches until the tension in the briefs pulled tight and dug into Rhett even harder. He groaned in immense pain as the white fabric dug his cock cage further into his sensitive skin.

Coach wrapped a firm arm around Rhett's torso, before using his other arm to reel back and spank Rhett on his right ass cheek. Hard. This was the first, of several relentless attacks on Rhett's exposed backside. Rhett's eyes welled with tears and he felt Coach's breathing close to his face. Rhett was captured and there was no escape.

After several minutes, Rhett's ass was tomato red and even bruised in some places. Then, Coach said, "I think my boys did a pretty good job of putting you back in your place...but they forgot a few things." Before Rhett knew what was happening, Coach produced a small pair of scissors and began to quickly snip Rhett's a-shirt off. Shortly after, Rhett was left wearing nothing but his wedgie'd briefs. Of course, Coach placed Jon's note on the outside of the stall, next to Rhett, where everyone who came into the bathroom would still see it.

Then, Coach produced two small clothespins from his pocket-and placed them tightly on Rhett's nipples. This produced a steady stream of pain directly on two of Rhett's most sensitive areas. Finally, Coach reached an arm into the stall and in front of Rhett, to reveal a special surprise to Rhett. When Coach came in, he brought in a big wooden paddle. "This is going to be left right outside the stall, for anyone to use on you. You've only got a few periods left to endure, but I hope you take your time to seriously appreciate your place at this school."

Before leaving, Coach grabbed Rhett around his midsection again and pulled him close. Coach rubbed his thick cock through his khakis against Rhett's exposed ass. Then, Coach left Rhett to hang alone once again as Rhett's cock revealed just how badly Rhett loved to be treated like this.

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Rhett's Punishment part 82

Rhett couldn't decide what was worse. The fact that he was being degraded, more publicly than ever, or the fact that he was absolutely loving it.

The tension in his tighty whities was pushing his small pink cage firmly against his crotch-digging into his skin and making Rhett feel a horrible pain. At the same time, the fabric running straight through his butt cheeks was pushing the big butt plug directly into his prostate. It vibrated heavily, making Rhett's body tingle with pleasure. He could feel his pathetic cock trying to get hard, but the cage completely prevented him from extending to his full, unimpressive mast.

At the same time, this was by far the most public Jon and his crones had gone with the prank. Rhett was lucky for about thirty minutes-the first bell that had evacuated the bathroom signaled classes starting, meaning nobody was coming into the unlocked men's restroom. If they had, they would have seen Rhett hanging there like a bitch, with the word "F*GGOT" written in big bold sharpie across his big pale ass. The worst(Best?) part of it all, was that Rhett had no idea who else would see him like this first. Would it be Coach? Would it be Brent? Would it be Mr. Harralson?

Rhett got his answer eventually, as he heard the door to the bathroom swing right open. His heart stopped and he remained as still as he possibly could. Rhett wasn't able to crane his neck far enough around to see out of the stall and identify his witness, but he could perfectly hear the juvenile laughter and the clicking of a phone taking pictures. Rhett strained against his bondage, wanting to stop the pictures from being taken, but all his struggles did was dig his brand new tighty whities further into his ass. He was mortified and humiliated, not knowing who it was who came in and took his picture.

Before long, the second bell rang dismissing the students from first period. Rhett gulped. Many students took a bathroom break between classes, and today was no exception. The bathroom quickly started to fill up with high school boys, who all were ecstatic to see Rhett in his helpless position. Someone even read the note on Rhett's back aloud to the room, allowing Rhett to finally understand the contents of the note. As Rhett's cock strained even harder against his cage, he cursed Jon for being so sadistic in his torture.

Several students took Jon's note seriously, as they began taking turns smacking Rhett's massive ass. Rhett grunted in pain as he was spanked over and over again, still sore from Jon's treatment in the locker room the day before. As all of this went down, Rhett began to realize something about himself. About his newfound love for wearing white briefs. It wasn't just how they felt physically; it was how they felt emotionally.

When the other student read the note aloud, one line stuck out to Rhett more than the others. "He wears tighty whities." The fact it had been stated so simply-like it was something Rhett always did. Like he hadn't been forced into thongs, jocks and cartoon briefs just recently. As if he always wore tighty whities, and always would.

Rhett realized that something he loved about wearing the briefs was how exposed they made him feel. He was always a target to other men, who were stronger and better than him. They could overpower him and leave him humiliated, like he was now, at a moment's notice. And as horrible as it all was for his chances to get laid, he found that a sick twisted part of himself loved the whole school knowing he wore tighty whities.

The bells rang throughout the day, and the pattern repeated. A couple more anonymous guys came in, laughed and left during class periods. Between classes, more and more guys came in to see and feel up Rhett’s smooth ass. It seemed like word was spreading about Rhett and his predicament.

“I can’t believe he seriously still wears tighty whities. Isn’t he a senior?”

“I heard his dick was locked up in one of those weird cages. I’d go crazy if I couldn’t jerk off!”

“His ass is so smooth, I’m not even sure it’s gay to touch it!”

Rhett felt mortified, objectified, and extremely turned on. The genius of this setup was not lost on him. Because he was facing inward towards the toilet, his cage was hidden from the crowd. This kept people guessing and talking about it, with word spreading from the guys who saw it this morning.

Not only that, but the wedgie kept the butt plug hidden too. To any random bystander, this would just look like any regular old hanging wedgie that a tighty whities wearing senior would receive on a weekly basis. Like he deserved.

Eventually, it was time for lunch. Students only had about thirty minutes to eat, and standing in line usually took five to ten minutes of that away. Given that the bathroom was so close to the school entrance, Rhett doubted anyone would come in during the lunch period. However, knowing how much of a spectacle he had become, it was equally as likely some sick minded individuals skipped lunch just to come watch him suffer.

Unfortunately for him, only a few minutes after the lunch bell, he heard the door swing open. Then, unexpectedly, he heard the door lock. Strong, lumbering footsteps approached Rhett from behind before two rough hands started to manhandle Rhett's ass cheeks.

"Looks like my boys did a good job with you Johnson!" A familiar voice remarked. "But I think there's a couple of things they forgot."

Rhett's heart stopped cold. It was Coach.

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Rhett's Punishment part 81

Early that next morning Rhett got dressed in a brand new sparkling white pair of tighty whities and he suddenly felt more like himself again. Despite his common sense telling him that all normal guys graduated from tighty whities when they turned eight, Rhett knew that if a guy like Mr. Harralson could wear them and still look tough then so could Rhett. He loved how full the rise was, and how they waistband of the briefs came up well past his waist. He loved the support they gave his big fat butt and how soft they were on his most sensitive areas. Most of all, he loved how they held everything in place-even if what he had to hold in the front wasn't much at all. Three weeks ago he would have never thought he would be wearing white briefs again in his life. But here he was, feeling like his role model and feeling more like himself. He even pulled on one of the white wifebeaters his dad had picked up for him. It felt nice, and gripped his torso like his briefs gripped his ass. He tucked it in to the waistband of his briefs before finishing getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice polo. After a quick, but embarrassing, cage and underwear check with his father Rhett was out the door and on his way to school.

As he walked in the front door, Rhett knew he was in for some big shit today. There's no way that the football team had voted for him to swap back to white briefs without planning something big. Unfortunately, Rhett's thoughts were correct.

Rhett wasn't even halfway to his locker when they struck. The hallway was crowded, and about half of the cheerleaders were present. Including Whitney. Rhett felt two things happen at the exact same time. One set of hands ripped Rhett's jeans straight down to his ankles while another set of hands brutally grabbed the waistband of Rhett's brand new tighty whities and yanked them all the way up to his neck.

Rhett's hands instinctively went to cover his crotch, to hide his cage. But every other part of his shame was open to the full view of the large crowd. "We thought we'd make the underwear check a bit more public today, bitch. Can you taste the cotton yet?" Jon said directly into Rhett's ear. This is how Rhett discovered Jon was giving him the wedgie. While Jon stepped to the side, still tugging Rhett's briefs sky high, another football player spun Rhett around to make sure the entire crowd got a full moon view of Rhett's big ass. Pictures were taken, several people whistled, and Rhett thought he was going to cry. This was the most public humiliation he had suffered since the football players made him cum in front of the cheerleaders. And unfortunately for Rhett, he felt his small pathetic dick start to fight against the cage. Hard. Something inside of him just loved being humiliated in front of women, and his body was responding accordingly.

"Step out of the jeans, f*g" Jon said as he stepped down on Rhett's crumpled pants. Rhett didn't see what choice he had, he was totally overpowered. He stepped out of his jeans and left them on the ground behind them while Jon pulled his white briefs higher and higher. His brand new snow white briefs were being stretched to their limit and just their presence sent a message to everyone in the hall.

"Rhett Johnson wears tighty whities, and he just got a brand new pack."

Kayleb and Caden then approached Rhett from the front and grabbed his polo on each side before pulling it up and over Rhett's head. They tossed it to the ground next to his jeans leaving Rhett wearing only his a-shirt, socks and sneakers, and a pair of tighty whities that were rapidly approaching the back of his head. Jon maneuvered Rhett around the crowd, giving everyone one last good look at Rhett's giant ass, before forcing him into the nearest bathroom. Rhett was devastated-almost the entire school just saw him get completely dominated by other guys. Almost the entire school saw his biggest insecurity-his big ass. And he knew that in the confines of the bathroom it would only get worse.

Rhett was forced against a wall before he felt Jon pull his briefs out of his ass, and down around his ankles. Jon used his foot to spread Rhett's feet apart and bent Rhett over in front of him like a bitch. Jon spat on his fingers and started to rim Rhett's pussy, before forcefully slipping a finger inside. A large crowd of guys formed a circle around Jon and his prey and saw Rhett Johnson, a guy who just a few weeks prior was one of the top dogs on campus, get penetrated by another man's hand. Rhett's face flushed red as he let out a giant moan which drew out a large bought of laughter from the other guys in the room. Jon slipped his fingers out before slipping the same vibrating buttplug inside of Rhett that he had used when Rhett was the human urinal just a few days prior. Two football players spun Rhett around to face the crowd with his briefs still around his ankles. Suddenly, Rhett's cage was fully exposed to everyone in the bathroom. People were stunned.

"That's right guys," Jon said, "Rhett Johnson has a tiny cock that he'll never get to use again. Because I have the only key." Rhett's face was scarlet red now. He was being absolutely dominated, and there was no escape. With his briefs down, cage exposed, and ass filled, he had never been more humiliated in front of such a public crowd. He was being degraded-and part of him liked it.

"But don't worry Rhett! We'll keep finding ways to give you some relief. Isn't that right boys?" Jon said to an all too eager football team. That's when Jon hit a button on his remote and Rhett felt his prostate get hit with waves of intense vibrations. His entire body electrified and his cock strained against his tiny pink chastity cage. He almost fell to his knees but Jon caught him, pulled his briefs back up, and wedgied them into Rhett's exposed ass again to dig the vibrating butt plug even further into his prostate. Another loud moan escaped Rhett's lips and the room filled with laughter again. As Jon held Rhett in place with the wedgie, another football player came forward with a big black sharpie. Rhett felt something cold against his ass, as something was written without him seeing. It was over as fast as it started, and Rhett was turned with his back towards the mirror. Jon wrenched Rhett's face over his shoulder so he could see his big ass in the mirror. With three letters on each cheek, Rhett's ass was labeled with a word that perfectly described him.

"F@GGOT"

He was mortified. This was how they truly saw him, and how they always would. He was such a fool to think he could overcome this by working out more, or becoming tougher. He would always have a big ass that loved being fucked, and they would always have the numbers to overpower him. There was nothing he could do but give in. So that's what he did. He didn't fight back when Jon produced one of Coach's old jockstraps and forced it into Rhett's mouth. He didn't fight back as duct tape was stretched over his mouth, locking the jock in place. And he didn't fight back when they tied his hands together with his shoelaces, in front of his body.

He was pulled over to one of the bathroom stalls, and his briefs were pulled up so high that his feet left the ground. His waistband was secured on a support beam running perpendicular to the floor and about ten feet above it. Rhett's view was just of the toilet in the stall while his massive ass, his biggest insecurity, was labeled and in full view of the entire room.

Just then, the bell rang and students began to trickle out. But not before Jon wrote a note and pinned it to the back of Rhett's wifebeater.

"This is the ex-football player Rhett Johnson. He wears tighty whities. Touch his ass all you want, but if you even think about helping him he gets it worse next time. That's a promise."

With one last grab of Rhett's ass, Jon and the other football players left the bathroom and left Rhett alone to wallow in his deep, public, humiliation. There was only one thing on Rhett's mind now. "When was someone going to come in and see him like this next? and who?"

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Rhett's Punishment part 80

Dinner with Mike was...strange. Rhett still hadn't had time to decompress after his encounter with Jon and was clothed, but sitting across from his dad locked and gaping still. Rhett also hadn't told his dad about the incident the other night with the human urinal...all that Mike knew was that Rhett had come home sobbing wearing nothing but his chastity cage. Despite all of this, Rhett's head was clearer than ever. The sex with Jon had really done it's job and made him feel less distracted even if he still had to wear the cage. The workout had helped too, and seeing Mr. Harralson in his tighty whities again made Rhett see the path forward a bit better. His biggest role model in the whole world wore tighty whities, just like Rhett liked too. All Rhett needed to do was stay on his dad's good side until he could wear tighty whities again. Then, Rhett would just continue working out to get stronger, more confident, and eventually be just as tough as Mr. Harralson. In his white briefs.

Mike clearly expected Rhett to open up to him about what had happened the other night. He had ordered pizzas, and even poured a beer for Rhett like he did on special occasions. Rhett sipped on his beer and made small talk until, eventually, he decided to spill. Maybe it was the beer, but Rhett always tried to give people the benefit of the doubt even if they didn't deserve it. It's how he eventually became friends with Roy, who wasn't the most approachable at first, and although Rhett was going to hold a grudge against his dad for the rest of his life for his inhumane punishment style, it was still his dad. Rhett, swallowed his pride, and told his dad everything. About how he was stripped after coming over to hookup with Stella again, about the human urinal contraption, the magnifying glass and even the butt plug. Finally, Rhett told his dad about how Jon had retrieved his fleshlight and revealed to everyone that Rhett was too small to ever really even have sex. By the end of it, Rhett felt open and raw and consciously aware of how he was still locked up in the tiny pink cage. Mike's response, of course, was underwhelming.

"That's it?" Mike said before taking another swig of his beer. Rhett was stunned. This had easily been the most traumatic event of the punishment so far and while he may have expected Mike to find parts of it funny, he never thought his dad would be so indifferent to Rhett's problems. "Rhett, I don't know what to tell you. I think you may need to toughen up a bit, to be honest. I mean, that's not even half of what Coach and I went through when we pledged together and we didn't come home naked running into our daddy's arms. We stuck it out together like real men."

The rest of the dinner was more of the same. Rhett sat in silence, nodding as his dad told him about how when he and Coach pledged in college, they always had their clothes taken away before they were put through hazing rituals. They had wax poured on their bare private areas, got blueballed with their hands tied behind their backs and even had to eat each other out. Suddenly, a lot of gaps were filled in for Rhett about where Mikes sadistic sense of punishment came from. Apparently, they were taught how to find each other's prostates up their asses too so Rhett finally understood how his dad was always able to find his. "And you think you're the first Johnson to ever wear a cock cage? Trust me, kid. I was in one for longer than you'll care to know. It was quite a bit bigger, of course. Staying on Jon's good side will teach you how to deal with your pledgemaster when you get to college. You'll be a legacy pledge in my footsteps, of course."

Rhett showered off that night, finally knowing a big part of Mike's motivation for all the hazing. Mike wanted his son to be in his fraternity next year when he went to college, and he was starting Rhett early. Rhett toweled off and walked back to his room, where his dad was sitting on his bed. "Look son, maybe this will help you feel better. Jon texted today saying that the team decided they wanted you back in tighty whities. I don't know why, but I decided to comply since I know they're your very favorites." Rhett blushed, standing nude in front of his father who looked him up and down several times. "Truth is, I was trying to find more fruit of the looms but couldn't for a bit. Turns out they started coming in ten packs now, so I got you two. Size large. I'll keep the thongs on retainer, but you're free to wear these now. I put them in your underwear drawer for you, along with some white wifebeaters in case you wanted undershirts." Mike told his son that while he knew the hazing was hard, he knew Rhett could do it and would be better for it in the long run. As Rhett eagerly stepped into a brand new pair of tighty whities and tucked his locked cock inside, he wasn't so sure.

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Rhett's Punishment part 79

This time; Rhett DID black out. Jon's cock impaled his tight hole once again, but with his legs tied closed his pussy was much less receptive to such a large cock. Jon pumped himself into Rhett several times with incredible pace. Jon bucked his hips in and out of Rhett like a jackhammer as Rhett just took it like a bitch. Jon's massive balls slapped against Rhett's taint as he punished him over and over again for being the team f*ggot.

After several minutes, Jon leaned down and sank his teeth into the back of Rhett's neck. Through the fog of the pain, Rhett could faintly hear Jon grunting like a pig as he dug his teeth deeper into Rhett's neck as he thrust his cock in and out of Rhett's tight hole. Rhett could feel the skin of his neck start to stretch to its limit as Jon finally made the familiar desperate grunts he made when he came. Jon shot another massive load into Rhett's pussy, drenching his guts with cum. As Jon sank his cock deep into Rhett's hole one final time, he licked the back of Rhett's ear before saying, "This isn't the last time we're doing this by the way. Like it or not, you're my bitch. At least until I decide to share you."

Jon left Rhett tied up, splayed out on the shower floor as he showered himself off and got dressed. Before Jon left, he took several more pictures of Rhett's abused body before untying him and walking out the locker room door.

Rhett didn't know how long he laid there; but eventually, despite the odds, he got up. He showered himself off and got dressed with the clothes Jon had graciously left him. He put the cum stained tighty whities back on, before putting his shorts and shirt back on as well. He got his stuff, got in his truck and headed home.

Strangely, Rhett felt somewhat serene on the drive home. He was still leaking a bit of cum into the front of his stained tighty whities and his hole was gaping wide open. Although he knew he should have been concerned about what Jon had said about sharing him, he was just relieved to have some of the tension in his body be relieved from some sexual activity. However, deep down he knew he would be affected by how horribly Jon had crossed his boundaries in the showers.

Rhett still hadn't fully processed everything when he drove past the gym; and decided to get a quick pump in before having dinner with his dad. He shot his dad a quick text:

"Just got done with team laundry. Stopping at the gym fast before coming home."

Mike shot back:

"Ok son, make sure to find a spotter if you try anything too heavy. Love you."

Rhett parked his truck and headed into the gym as he considered how he really felt about his dad's sudden kindness from the week, after Rhett had come home naked and in tears from Jon's house earlier in the week. Obviously, Rhett appreciated it. However, he still harbored a deep fear and resentment towards his dad for getting him in this situation in the first place. Mike could have taken his car away, or grounded him like a normal parent. But no. Mike had to take things too far, and humiliate Rhett through his underwear drawer. Additionally, Mike was the first person to start encouraging the team to play with his ass AND the person who put the cage on him. Rhett wanted to believe that his dad still had his best interest at heart, but as he worked out his muscles he started to really wonder whether that was true anymore.

After his workout, Rhett stepped in to the locker room to have a quick shower. As he walked in, he was shocked to see Mr. Harralson standing there in nothing but his fruit of the loom white briefs.

"Oh, hey Rhett!" Mr. Harralson said casually, as being seen by a student in his tighty whities was nothing out of the ordinary for him. Rhett couldn't blame him for his confidence. He got a good look at Mr. Harralson's ripped physique as well as the cock tucked away in his white briefs. While Mr. Harralson wasn't quite as big as Jon or Coach, he was clearly big enough to get the job done. Rhett knew his teacher had announced his wife's pregnancy a few weeks ago, which suddenly reminded Rhett of his cock cage and how he wouldn't ever be big enough to penetrate a woman like that.

"Oh, uh hi Mr. Harralson!" Rhett said a little too enthusiastically. Mr. Harralson shrugged off the awkwardness and asked Rhett how he was doing. "Hey, we haven't heard if you're coming to the scrimmage tomorrow evening yet!" Mr Harralson said. Rhett knew there was a game the next day, and that he may be expected to attend even though he wasn't playing currently. "Yeah, we always have a great time on Friday nights. We just have a scrimmage and a cookout in the parking lot afterwards and totally bro out. We'd love to have you!"

Rhett smiled, appreciating the feeling of being wanted and accepted. "I'll try to make it!" He told the older man as he stepped off to his individual shower. Rhett pulled the curtain closed before stripping down until he was bare naked except for his cage. He showered and dried off, got dressed and headed home to face his father.

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Rhett's Punishment part 78

Jon pounded Rhett's mouth over and over again for several minutes, drilling the back of his head into the shower floor. Rhett heard Jon start to grunt, more and more desperately, until Jon finally shot a huge down load down the back of Rhett's throat. Jon pinned his knees down on either side of Rhett's head and thrust his massive cock deep down Rhett's mouth as he pumped more and more cum down his throat. Rhett almost choked, and he was completely shocked at the huge amount of semen Jon was unloading into him. Rhett knew Jon's balls were big, he just couldn't have imagined they were so productive as well.

Jon grabbed his phone once again, and held the camera in front of Rhett's face while he said, "Swallow it bitch, now!" and Rhett immediately obeyed. It was disgusting, and had a horrible thick texture. Jon captured a short video of Rhett swallowing the load before he locked his phone again, and traded it out with the duct tape in his duffle bag. He taped Rhett's mouth closed again, before flipping over and taping Rhett's legs together once again. Jon sat down on the shower floor, with his back against the wall and he grabbed Rhett's naked body and positioned Rhett over his lap. Rhett knew exactly what was next.

Jon managed to wiggle Rhett's body on top of his, so that their dicks rubbed up against each other through Rhett's cage. Rhett could still feel his cock straining against its cage but there was no chance it would break free without that key. Jon, however, was starting to chub up again after enjoying his first orgasm. Without warning, Jon pulled his arm back, and brought it down like a whip on Rhett's ass cheek.

"MMMRPHRRPPGGHH!!!"

Rhett screamed into his gag, just in time for another brutal strike on his ass. Jon sped up, and turned it up to ten as he began paddling Rhett's cheeks giving him a brutally quick spanking. Jon gave Rhett's ass no time at all to recover between strikes, only alternating between cheeks after delivering several blows. Rhett's ass quickly turned bright red as Jon continued his relentless assault. Jon snuck his other hand in between his body and Rhett's, and used it to sharply pinch one of Rhett's testicles between his pointer finger and his thumb. Then, he squeezed. Hard.

Rhett screamed at the top of his lungs into his gag, as his eyes welled up with tears. If Rhett was sobbing before, he was in hysterics now. There wasn't even any reason for Jon to do this. Jon's cock wasn't getting any attention at the moment, so the only satisfaction he could be getting out of this would be purely sadistic. Jon didn't even do Rhett the favor of switching to his other testicle; he remained gripped tight on Rhett's poor ball while he slammed his hand onto his bare white ass over and over and over again.

Rhett started to black out from the pain, and just when he thought he was going to pass out Jon released the pressure on his testicle and stopped spanking him. Rhett took a deep sigh of relief through his nose, and slumped down into Jon's lap as all the tension left his body. Hot tears were still streaming down his face as Jon reached for his phone and took several pictures of his tomato red ass. Jon shoved Rhett's body off of him and onto the cold tile floor. Jon landed on his face, as he felt Jon pounce on top of him again and start working his fingers down his crack and back into Rhett's hole. Jon had tied Rhett's together around the ankles and the thighs, meaning that Rhett couldn't spread his legs apart wide enough to make himself less tight. This meant that while he was taking Jon's full length earlier, he was much tighter now and struggled deeply to take two of Jon's fingers.

Rhett pressed his face into the floor and groaned into his gag from the horrible burning pain he felt from being split in half. However, at the same time, his cock strained against his cage more and more. Something about the pain and humiliation turned Rhett on more than anything he had ever experienced before. He couldn't tell, but his cock began leaking cum through the cage. His balls hadn't had release in several days, and his body was clearly tired of waiting for Jon to give up the key.

Shortly after Jon pulled his fingers out from Rhett's ass, Rhett felt Jon straddle him again and begin to position his cock outside of Rhett's pussy. Rhett began to scream into his gag, begging Jon to do ANYTHING than to fuck his tight hole but Jon clearly didn't care. He had already told Rhett that even if he could give consent he wouldn't listen or obey. Regardless of the fact that Rhett had had much more than what he had asked for, Jon was going to fuck Rhett until he was done. No matter how many orgasms it took to tire him out.

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Rhett's Punishment part 77

Jon stepped to a showerhead across from Rhett's and started to shower off himself. Rhett saw steam coming off of his water, and knew Jon had selected warm water for himself while Rhett was still being drenched in ice cold freezing water. Jon's naked body was rippling with muscles, and Rhett couldn't help but feel a little jealous after falling out of shape due to his dad's shenanigans. Jon's eyes lingered on Rhett's naked body while Rhett's eyes were fixated on Jon's hardening cock. Jon must have been nearly full mast at this point, and Rhett realized that while Jon was big when he was soft, he was absolutely massive fully erect. Jon didn't just have a penis-he had a python.

This was the first time Jon had actually been erect in front of Rhett, and Rhett felt absolutely devastated seeing how big he truly was. Not only was it another disparity between him and the men he was competing for the cheerleader's attention with, but also because Rhett knew he would have to take the cock up his ass. And, he had asked for it. He had taken the "Black Mamba" at practice before and that was bad enough. And while Jon was just as large, Rhett knew it would be much more painful to get fucked by Jon because he had only stood on the large dildo. Jon had also forbidden safe words so no matter how much Rhett pleaded-Jon's girthy cock was going up his ass.

Jon lathered up his entire body with body wash and shampood his hair before shutting his shower head off. He stalked over to Rhett, and gently switched Rhett's showerhead to the warm setting. Then, as Rhett's body was starting to heat back up, Jon slid his legs in between Rhett's lap and the chair's armrests so that he was sitting with his bare ass on Rhett's thighs with his cock directly pointing towards Rhett's. Jon's face pulled in close to Rhett, and he stuck his tongue out and licked Rhett slowly from the base of his neck all the way up to his face. Rhett was absolutely disgusted, as Jon finished and placed his forehead directly against Rhett's. "Do me a favor, f*ggot," Jon said. "Just look down for me."

And Rhett did, to see exactly how he compared to Jon. Jon's cock slid directly along the line where Rhett's thigh met his pelvis and extended all the way past the other side of his leg. In contrast, Rhett's cock was locked up tight in his cock cage and pressed flat against his body. Then, a shiny swinging object caught Rhett's attention. "You see this?" Jon said holding up a key in front of Rhett's face. It was dangling on a silver chain around Jon's neck. Rhett hadn't noticed it because he had been so distracted by Jon's cock. "Do you like the chain? I felt like this way I could be sure to keep track of it. Also, it would make it harder for you to try and steal it back. I'm gonna make sure you don't use your dick for a very, very long time. But don't worry-I'll teach you that with your hole, you won't even need your cock."

The warm water spread down both of the nude boys bodies as Jon slowly pulled himself off of Rhett. Jon got on his knees before Rhett, and reached a hand back under the chair. Rhett tensed as he felt Jon's fingers rub up against his hole again. Without warning, Jon grabbed the black plug in Rhett's hole and ripped it out, to let it fall to the shower floor. Rhett grimaced-and felt Jon's finger slide deep inside of him. Jon began to rub up and down the side of Rhett's hole and Rhett felt his body ignite. Hard as he tried, he couldn't deny how he absolutely loved this sort of treatment. Then, Jon slid a second finger in and pushed deeper inside of Rhett, grazing his fingers against Rhett's sensitive prostate. Rhett moaned into his gag and felt his body melt into Jon's hand. He opened his eyes and saw that Jon was staring right at him, making direct eye contact with his prey. The two boys locked focus with each other before Jon finally slid a third finger in, stretching Rhett to the maximum. Just as Rhett was feeling like his body was approaching something like an orgasm, Jon pulled his hand out and denied him his release. Rhett groaned, but Jon flipped onto his back and slid his face under the chair.

That's when Rhett felt Jon's tongue against his taint. Jon slowly licked Rhett from the base of his scrotum up to his asshole, before he began eating Rhett out. He slid his tongue in and out of Rhett's hole driving Rhett absolutely wild. Rhett couldn't hide his pleasure-he felt absolutely disgusted to have his worst enemy violate him like this but something about how much he hated Jon made the situation that much hotter. Never in a million years would he have consented to this-but that it just made it so much hotter now that it was happening. Jon was practically making out with Rhett's pussy and Rhett's toes curled as he arched his back against the chair and felt his eyes roll into the back of his head. Jon slid a finger in again, as he continued to rim Rhett's hole with his tongue. Jon had loads more sexual experience than Rhett but was surprised to find how much Rhett loved the same techniques Jon used on the ladies. Eventually, Jon backed off from Rhett's hole and pulled his face out from under the chair again.

Rhett's body slumped back down into his chair with disappointment, as his hole stopped receiving attention. Rhett's cock was fighting against the cage harder than ever, but Rhett knew he was staying locked tight. "Now's when the real fun begins..." Jon said, ripping the duct tape off from one of Rhett's wrists. Jon forced Rhett's free hand against his forearm on his other arm before taping the wrist and forearm together. Jon ripped the tape off of Rhett's other wrist which resulted in Rhett's arms being free but his hands were still practically tied together. Then, Jon ripped the tape off of Rhett's ankles and dragged him by his head out of the chair and onto the cold shower floor face first. Jon swung his hips around Rhett, and positioned his cock right behind Rhett's ass while still pressing Rhett's face against the tile floor. This was it...Rhett thought. Jon's really going to fuck me...

Jon used his knee to spread Rhett's legs further apart, while he grinded his massive cock against Rhett's loose hole. Between the finger work and head Jon had given Rhett's pussy, Rhett was ripe for the taking. Jon didn't wait a second longer. He forced his girthy member deep into Rhett, making him squeal into his gag. It didn't just hurt. It felt like Rhett was being ripped in half, starting at his asshole.

Jon pushed Rhett further into the cold shower floor, as he started pushing his cock deeper into Rhett's ass. It hurt so badly, Rhett started to scream into his gag while his cock fought harder than ever against his restrictive cage. Jon slowly started to pull out, before thrusting his cock even deeper into Rhett's pussy.

"This is what you get, f*ggot," Jon said pressing his mouth against Rhett's ear. Rhett could feel Jon's hot breath, and eventually his teeth as Jon bit down into his ear as he fucked Rhett harder. Rhett's eyes welled with tears, and his face flushed red as he finally got fucked by his worst enemy in the whole world. The worst part of the entire humiliating ordeal, was how he had been forced to ask for it. Was this the endgame his dad had in mind when he took Rhett's boxer shorts away all those weeks ago??

Jon's teeth bit down sharply into Rhett's ear, as he lifted his weight back up before slamming it down into Rhett's ass once again. Then, without warning, Jon sped up rapidly. He jackhammered Rhett's pussy with his massive girth and Rhett's eyes rolled back into his head, as he continued to cry and moan from the dick he was getting. Jon's python was Rhett's whole world and he knew deep down that he didn't want to be anywhere else. Jon let go of Rhett's ear and pulled out, before plunging his face down into Rhett's hole and eating him out again.

Jon's tongue explored each and every part of Rhett's hole, and Rhett shuddered as Jon's tongue plunged deep inside of him. Jon reached forward and grabbed Rhett by his cage, holding him firmly in place. Jon had him by the balls, literally, and Rhett wouldn't change a thing even if he had the power to do so. After several minutes, Jon pulled his tongue out and stood up, leaving Rhett gasping for air on the tile floor. Jon grabbed his phone and snapped several shots of Rhett's gaping pussy, making sure to get multiple photos including his face. Jon fully intended these pictures to circulate every porn site imaginable, and he wanted everyone to know his victim's identity.

Jon reached around and untaped Rhett's mouth pulling the gag out. Before Rhett could yell out for help, Jon plunged his cock deep down Rhett's throat and made him gag on it. Jon hadn't even bothered to wipe his cock off from fucking Rhett's ass so the taste in his mouth was absolutely rancid. Jon took several pictures point blank of Rhett's face with his massive cock down his throat before tossing his phone aside and putting his full weight into fucking Rhett's mouth. Rhett's whole face was red and tears were streaming down his face in full force.

At this point, Rhett was practically sobbing. He couldn't believe his life had come to this. He couldn't believe how much he loved this. He couldn't believe he never wanted this to end.

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Just a fun bonus. Here’s what Jon’s underwear drawer looks like. Ironically, it’s exactly what Rhett’s looked like before the story began. Except Rhett didn’t have any rubbers.

Photo creds to u/firmlygraspitplz on reddit

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Rhett's Punishment part 76

During practice, Rhett couldn't keep his head on straight.

After Jon had dominated him behind the concession stand, Rhett got dressed in the cum covered tighty whities and his practice clothes. It felt disgusting to wear underwear covered in Jon's ejaculate, but Rhett realized that he really was thankful to be back in a pair of white briefs again. Although he had hated briefs at first, he couldn't help but acknowledge his love for them now. Especially, after wearing thongs for almost a full week and having a permanent wedgie all the time.

Practice was nothing short of a disaster; although Rhett still wasn't playing with the rest of the team, his equipment management skills were surely lacking. He spilled the water cooler multiple times and got several teammates laundry mixed up. Leading to further catcalls and harassment from those who were man enough to still get to play. Rhett just couldn't get his mind off of what was going to happen to him after practice.

After weeks of temptation and harassment, Rhett was finally going to let Jon fuck him. And, he was actually looking forward to it. The way Jon had dominated Rhett behind the concession stand only made Rhett's desires grow stronger. He had come to crave being treated like filth and Jon was better than he could have ever imagined. With the butt plug up his ass, Rhett felt closer to achieving sexual fulfillment than he ever had since being locked in his chastity cage. Rhett just had to be tough as nails for Jon, and then he would be able to get his head on straight again. Right?

Practice ended later than Rhett could have hoped, and while the rest of the team showered off, Rhett saw Jon head straight for his car. Jon had told Rhett to meet him in the showers an hour after practice, so Rhett figured Jon was going to get some gear. Maybe some lube, but probably some kinky stuff too. Rhett knew Jon had a sick twisted mind but now Rhett knew that he did too. Rhett distracted himself by sorting through the team's dirty laundry from practice, and beginning a couple of loads. The rest of the team began to clear out, and before long an hour had passed and Rhett was standing alone in the showers.

The door to the locker room swung open, and Jon strutted in carrying a duffel bag and a familiar looking chair. He locked the door behind him, with a loud thunk as the lock twisted into place. "What's up bitch?" Jon asked with a smirk. "Ready to have your world rocked? I know you've wanted this for so long." Rhett blushed, and felt a chill roll over his body. This was seriously going to happen, wasn't it? "You know," Jon said, "I've always seen the way you've stared longingly at the other guys cocks in the showers. I always assumed you were just jealous, but maybe you actually just wanted to be tied down and impaled." Rhett gulped. He didn't think it had ever been that obvious; but it seemed like Jon could see right through him and knew every single deep dark secret Rhett held close.

Jon made it into the showers with Rhett, and slammed the chair in front of him. Rhett saw it had a small hole sawed out of the seat and realized why it was so familiar. it was the same chair Jon had used to turn him into a human urinal. "Sit, boy." Jon said. Rhett immediately obeyed, sitting down fully clothed in the chair. Jon pulled some ropes out of his duffel bag and used them to firmly secure Rhett's wrists and ankles to the chair. Now, he wasn't going anywhere. "We're going to take things nice and slow, Rhett," Jon said. "I've wanted to get my hands on you for a long, long time. I just needed you to ask, is all." Rhett nodded. It seemed like Jon's evil had a limit. "If things go well, we'll be here all night," Jon said before leaning down and licking Rhett up the side of his neck. Rhett's body jolted alive and he felt the sexual energy of the gesture ripple through his entire body. Then, Jon reached back into the duffel bag and pulled out a wet jockstrap and a roll of duct tape. "Believe it or not, I wore this during practice today. I felt a bit inspired by you and wanted to try it out. Now, I didn't enjoy having my hole out as much as I know you did but it was still comfortable." Then, Jon brutally shoved the jock into Rhett's mouth before taping it closed. Jon wrapped the duct tape all the way around Rhett's head twice before cutting it off. The awful taste of Jon's strap seeped into Rhett's tastebuds and invaded his sinuses.

"Now, let's set some ground rules," Jon said. "First, there will be no safe words of any kind. If I decide to ungag you, I won't stop because you ask me to and I won't be asking for your consent before I do anything to you. I will only stop doing something if I can truly tell that deep down you don't enjoy it. However, knowing you that probably won't be a problem. Second, we end when I say. It doesn't matter how tired you are, or if you have any personal needs. My satisfaction is the only thing that matters. Third, preservation is key. I get to take as many pictures and videos as I want, and show them to anyone I feel like. I might even sell them to a porn site and conveniently forget to blur out your face. If you have any objections to these rules, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Rhett's heart sunk. He had major objections to all three rules, but due to the jockstrap in his mouth he was completely powerless to voice them. "Well, let's get started then!" Jon said before pulling out a large pair of kitchen scissors from his bag. Slowly and methodically, Jon cut Rhett's clothes to shreds until he was just sitting in the chair in his cum covered tighty whities. Then, he reached into his bag and pulled out his phone. Rhett immediately knew what was happening and started to fight against his bonds but it was too late. Jon snapped several photos of Rhett in his compromising position. Rhett was immediately humiliated. His face was front and center in the photos, and he had no idea where they would end up.

Then, Jon cut Rhett's briefs off too. Rhett was stark naked, exposed to his worst enemy. His body was only clothed by a cuck cage and a black butt plug. "Let's get you all cleaned up before I have my way with you," Jon said before grabbing a bottle of abandoned body wash from the shower floor. He wet his hands with a nearby shower head and began to lather up Rhett's naked body, letting his hands invade every crack and crevice in Rhett's body and allowing his hands to linger in each spot far longer than Rhett would have allowed. He started by rubbing the soap into Rhett's shoulders and neck, before working his way down to Rhett's chest. He rubbed his hands into Rhett's pecs, treating them like a pair of tits before exploring further downward into Rhett's stomach and eventually his crotch. Jon pumped another load of body wash into his hands before rubbing them all over Rhett's caged cock and balls. Rhett was wildly uncomfortable, but Jon clearly didn't care. He rubbed each of Rhett's testicles between his fingers and cupped Rhett's package in his hand as he used his other hand to lather up Rhett's smooth thighs. Rhett had barely grown any hair back from when the team shaved him at camp, so his legs still looked smooth and buttery like a girl. Jon kept a hand on Rhett's balls as he move a hand under the chair, and towards the hole Rhett was sitting on. Jon's hand found Rhett's pussy and he began to run a finger around the hole as he fondled Rhett's balls. Rhett began to squirm. This was not what he agreed to, but Jon clearly couldn't care less. Jon's hand found it's way along Rhett's ass crack and before long there wasn't an intimate spot on Rhett's body where Jon's hands hadn't lingered. Rhett could feel his micropenis straining against his cage but it held firm and completely barred his erection.

Jon finished his job by rubbing down Rhett's calves and feet and soon Rhett's baked body was covered in body wash. Then, Jon opened an abandoned bottle of shampoo and started lathering up Rhett's buzzed hair. Jon pushed Rhett's chair underneath one of the shower heads and turned it on. Rhett's eyes shut and his body tensed up more as freezing cold water poured onto his head and down his exposed body. Rhett opened his eyes after a moment to see that Jon had stepped out of the showers, and had begun to strip. He kicked off his shoes and shorts, peeled off his t shirt and stood in a green tartan plaid pair of boxer shorts. Rhett could see Jon's hardening cock through his underwear and reflected on how far he had fallen. He used to wear those exact same types of boxers. Now, he wore thongs and a cock cage, and desperately missed wearing tighty whities. Jon stepped out of his boxer shorts and walked back into the showers towards Rhett's bound, helplessly naked body.

Rhett was fucked.

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Rhett's Punishment part 75

The rest of the day didn't provide Rhett with any relief. At all.

Rhett only had one more class after history, but it just wasn't Whitney he found himself thinking about. Sure, his fantasies started out as they usually did when class only seemed to drone on and on and on...In his head, Rhett was bending Whitney over her bed and fucking the daylights out of her. He always had to fantasize his cock as bigger, especially now that Jon had forced him to realize how small he actually was. Rhett had his hands on Witney's small waist and he was using her petite body like a fleshlight. In real life, Rhett was still flaccid as ever in his tight chastity cage. He was locked tight and the only person who could give him some relief was...Jon. Upon realizing this, Rhett's fantasy naturally changed in his mind without him even realizing it. Now, it was Rhett being held down on the bed, with a firm hand on the small of his back and Stella's strap on cock pounding away at his hole. Rhett realized that he might actually want Stella more than he wanted Whitney at this point. But when "fantasy" rhett looked back at the person who was fucking him, real life Rhett realized he wasn't fantasizing getting fucked by Stella again. He was fantasizing getting fucked by Jon.

Rhett immediately snapped out of his fantasies and was brought crashing back to reality. But the longer he sat with his feelings...he realized he couldn't be too shocked. Rhett thought back to Tuesday evening, when he was stripped bare and tied down to the chair in Jon's living room. Sure, he hadn't actually gotten hard until Jon slipped the butt plug inside his pussy. But that didn't mean he hadn't been close to chubbing up already. Rhett thought about how it felt to have Jon's bare hands massaging his shoulders while he sat there completely exposed. Rhett hated to admit it but there was something to it that he couldn't get out of his mind. Part of it was the exposure-everyone else was fully clothed but Rhett was as stark naked. Even worse, Rhett's cock was blown up through a magnifying glass and through the hole in the chair his pussy was fair game for anyone to have access to. And due to the nature of how tight the ropes had been tied on his hands and feet, Rhett couldn't go anywhere as he was forced to drink streams of piss one after another. In the moment Rhett had been completely devastated-he had never felt more taken advantage of. But now, something deep and dark inside of his gut couldn't help but want it again.

And Jon had been the one to orchestrate everything. Rhett heard Jon's voice whisper in his ear again as he fantasized about Jon's hands rubbing down his abdomen and into his crotch. "Didn't you come here for some cock? I'm right here...all you need to do is ask..."

Was Rhett seriously considering this? One thing was clear from today-if he didn't find a way to get off soon, Rhett was going to go insane. He had two possible ways to get relief. Either, he found a way to get his key back from Jon, or he found someone to fuck him up the ass. Trying to get the key back was almost certainly a lost cause. Jon relished in the power he had over Rhett too much to even consider for a moment handing Rhett's key back. And, Rhett had even tracked down the exact chastity cage he was wearing on Amazon. He wasn't sure if he ordered one it would come with a key that would also unlock his, but it didn't matter because the cage was on backorder for the next six months.

As to the second option, it was highly unlikely Stella would be willing to fuck him again. As an Onlyfans creator, she likely had different priorities and the only reason she fucked Rhett in the first place was to blackmail Rhett. He really had no way to contact either, since she had been using Jon's phone to text him in the first place. This really only left Rhett with one option-he would have to ask Jon to fuck him. Maybe if he did, Jon would even give the key back. Rhett knew this was just wishful thinking but he was so horny he couldn't help but think of unrealistic options. The thong rubbing up against his hole wasn't helping Rhett keep his head on "straight" either. With his cock locked up, any attention given to his pussy was enough to make him feel like his pussy was all he needed.

It didn't take long for Rhett to make up his mind. He would just have to ask Jon to give him some relief. What could go wrong?

After class, as Rhett headed down to the field house to do the team's laundry, he spotted Jon walking ahead of him. Rhett steeled himself. He could do this. He caught up to Jon and said, "Hey, uh, Jon?" Jon stopped dead in his tracks with his back to Rhett. "Well, well well....sounds like the f*ggot actually decided to take me up on my offer. Isn't that right?" Rhett's heart stopped cold. How had he known? He had to push through. He had to be tough as nails to get through this. "Well...actually, I-" Rhett said before getting cut off. Jon swiftly turned around and grabbed Rhett by the front of his shirt. He brutally dragged Rhett behind the nearby concession stand and slammed his back against the wall. Jon's face pressed in close and Rhett could feel his hot breath. "Is that what you want, f*ggot? You want me to fuck you? You want some relief from being locked up tight like a good girl?" Rhett couldn't help himself. He nodded silently. Jon's sly grin spread across his face as he said, "Now that's a request I can accommodate." He grabbed Rhett's shoulders and spun him around before forcing his face up against the concession stand again. The back of the stand extended to the woods behind the school so the two boys were completely secluded. Jon shoved his hips up against Rhett's ass and started to grind his cock against Rhett through their pants. He reached a hand around and unbuckled Rhett's pants before letting them drop to his knees. Rhett's thonged ass was completely exposed to Jon, who grabbed the string and started pulling up, brutally digging the string into Rhett's sensitive hole. Jon was being rougher than Rhett even imagined he would be-and he couldn't help but completely submit. Within seconds, the thong ripped and Jon pulled it up and over Rhett's head. He wadded it up and shoved it in Rhett's mouth to gag him and keep him quiet. "Here it comes bitch. Get ready," Jon said before forcing a finger up Rhett's ass. Rhett groaned into the thong gag, as it was terribly painful without any lube. But as much as he would never admit it, Rhett felt that the pain made it even better.

Jon started to rub his finger in and out of Rhett's hole, loosening him up and driving him crazy. This was it-this was everything Rhett had been fantasizing about. Jon grabbed Rhett's shirt and pulled it up and over his head before flinging it to the ground behind him. Jon planted one foot on Rhett's pants that had slid to his knees, and forced them down to his ankles. "Step out of 'em," Jon said before Rhett mindlessly obeyed. Jon flung the pants back with his foot and Rhett was now completely naked except for his tennis shoes and chastity cage.

Jon kept working his hole, until he slipped a second finger inside of Rhett. Jon was going so deep that he was rubbing right up against Rhett's prostate and Rhett felt his body building towards something like an orgasm before suddenly, Jon pulled out and stepped away. Rhett snapped back to reality, realizing what was going on. "Um..." Rhett said before turning around and covering himself. "Is everything...um" Rhett could hardly speak, he had been so lost in the fingering. He was suddenly filled with awareness and felt completely humiliated being stripped down like this outside.

"If we're going to do this, we're going to do this right," Jon said before bending down to reach inside his backpack. He pulled out the same shiny black butt plug he had been using on Rhett. Jon grabbed Rhett's shoulder and forced him to turn back around before shoving the plug deep inside Rhett. Then, he reached back into his bag and pulled out a stained pair of goodfellow tighty whities (with Rhett's name written across the waistband) and tossed them towards Rhett. Rhett caught them and immediately felt how hard and crusty they were. This must be the pair Jon was given, and had used as a cum rag like the rest of the team did. However, Jon had seriously put some work into these. Almost the entire brief was cum-stained.

"Put these on. I ripped your thong and wouldn't want you to have to go commando. I bet you missed your pathetic little bitch briefs too." Rhett pulled them on, relieved to at least wear something, and realized he had missed his briefs. "Wear those for practice-the plug and the briefs. Then, an hour after practice ends, meet me in the showers. I'll fuck you then. Get ready."

Then, Jon turned and walked away leaving Rhett to recover and clothe himself again. Had that seriously just happened?

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Rhett's Punishment part 74

Rhett woke up bright and early Thursday morning. It was still dark out as he got out of bed to turn off his alarm, and he stretched his arms out. He was as naked as the day he was born, except for his chastity cage. Today, Rhett was going to try something different. Today, Rhett was going to start trying to become more like Mr. Harralson. He selected a new thong from his underwear drawer, and tried not to think too hard about it when he slid it on and felt it creep into his butt. It was a cheetah print pattern, and was clearly made for someone with a much larger package. His chastity cage helped fill the pouch out a bit more, but that was hardly any comfort. He got dressed in a tight athletic shirt with some shorts and after grabbing a coffee from the kitchen headed to the gym.

Because he hadn't been able to keep up his workout schedule, Rhett thought it would be good to do a whole body workout for his first day back. He started with planks and crunches, before moving to bench press and dumbbells. When he started working on his legs, he made sure to face with his back to the wall in case his thong poked out of his shorts. When he went into his first squat, he was a little bit surprised as he felt his thong rub deeper into his hole. He had never worked out in a thong before, and blushed a little bit at the reminder that no matter how tough he looked on the outside, he still had on a chastity cage and a cheetah print thong. But he couldn't think like that now-he had to be confident and he needed to be tough. Besides, it was a small gym and it was still very early. There were only a couple of other guys at the gym and they were preoccupied with their own workouts.

After Rhett was done lifting, he headed to the locker room where he showered off in one of the individual stalls. Strangely enough, there was a mirror in the stall so when Rhett was done showering and had pulled on a clean thong, he got a good look at himself in it. This thong was bright green, and had a pouch more...Rhett's size. He turned around and saw how it looked buried deep in his ass. After having all his hair shaved off over the weekend, Rhett's ass and thighs were still smooth as ever. He kinda...did look like a woman from behind. Again, Rhett started to blush before reminding himself that he was going to be confident now. He finished getting dressed and headed home.

Rhett grabbed a quick bite to eat for breakfast, had his underwear check with his dad, and made it to school in plenty of time. He was a bit earlier than usual, and as a result was able to make it to his locker on his own without any of the usual interference from the football players. He wasn't entirely sure what to do next though-his first period teacher usually only got to school to unlock his door about 5 or 6 minutes before classes started. If Rhett went now, he would just be stranded in the hallway where the football players could get him. Rhett started to head that way anyway, unsure of what to do when he saw Jon and his croons arriving. Rhett reacted instinctively-and pivoted into an open classroom right beside him.

Without realizing it, Rhett had walked right into Mr. Harralson's room. "Ah, Rhett, Good morning! Did you need something?" Mr. Harralson asked as Rhett realized where he was. "Oh, uh, no sir!" Rhett said, peeking outside to see if Jon had seen him or not. "Are you sure, Rhett? It seems like something's bothering you. It's important to reach out if you need help." Mr. Harralson in his classic, reassuring voice. Part of Rhett wondered if he should say something-but while he trusted his teacher, he didn't quite have the relationship where he felt comfortable sharing such humiliating details about himself. "Yes sir, I know! I was just actually, wondering....uh...what do you do for your arms? Like in the gym?" Rhett blurted out. He was actually kinda glad he asked...as he had been wondering that ever since he saw his teacher in a wifebeater the night before. Rhett had always been more well endowed in his lower body and one of his target areas with his new gym membership was definitely going to be his arms. Thankfully, Mr. Harralson just laughed and told Rhett he never had to be embarrassed to ask about fitness. He wrote down his routine for Rhett and made a few recommendations for protein supplements before sending Rhett off to his first period. "Let me know if you ever need anything, champ. I'm here for ya." He said as Rhett went on his way.

Thankfully, Rhett made it to first period without any sort of incident with one of his teammates. But he couldn't quite say that about the rest of his school day. It was odd-Rhett had decided he would be more confident and try not to let people fuck with him as much. But there were two things that made that hard. First, Rhett's arms and legs were exhausted from the early morning workout. And second, Jon still had the only key to Rhett's cock cage. As much as Rhett wanted to stand up for himself, there was only so much he could do when he hadn't cum in two days and had no hope that he would ever independently do so again any time soon. After third period, Rhett felt himself suddenly get pulled into the bathroom. He was forced into another stall, and felt his pants get pulled down to his ankles as he was forced forward over the toilet. His ass and his bright green thong were fully exposed, as several of his teammates oggled his ass again. Rhett swallowed. "Here goes nothing..." he thought. He shook his ass side to side for them, making it jiggle. "You guys like that, huh?" he asked. His face was blushing a deep scarlet red but none of the football team could see that. He didn't hear a response at first, but after he felt his face start to flush he dared a look back. Several of the football players looked stunned, and a little embarrassed themselves. Rhett wasn't sure what to do next. Most of the underwear checks had been predicated on the unspoken rule that it wasn't gay if they didn't talk about liking it. But Rhett had just broken that rule flat out. Rhett decided to break the silence again as he said, "What, do you want me to finger myself for you too?"

Quick as a flash of lightning, Jon kicked Rhett's legs out from under him and forced him down to his knees in front of the toilet. Jon shoved Rhett's face right in to the murky water and flushed once, twice, three times giving Rhett a humiliating swirly. Jon reached down and grabbed the back of Rhett's thong and PULLED up, digging the string into Rhett's ass with one hand while the other shoved his face into the swirling toilet. "Try that shit again bitch, and your cock key is going down the toilet too. Don't. Fuck with me." Jon said before he and the rest of the team cleared out, leaving Rhett a wet half naked mess alone in the stall.

Rhett hurried to dry himself off with paper towels, and somehow still made it to fourth period on time. He was still more than a little wet, but he sat in the back in this class so the teacher didn't seem to notice too much. Fifth period was Mr. Harralson's class and Rhett was thankful that he had completely dried off by then. If Mr. Harralson had seen him in that state, after seeing how nervous Rhett was that morning, he would definitely know something was up. While Rhett knew Mr. Harralson would only try to help, Rhett didn't want to face any backlash for any of the repercussions Coach might face if someone else at the school found out about coach's more...extreme disciplinary measures. Plus, if Rhett wanted to be tough as nails, he was going to have to do this himself.

As much as Jon had humiliated Rhett with the swirly/wedgie combo after Rhett started to tease the football players, it seemed to have paid off a bit. For once, they left him alone. Rhett got to enjoy the rest of the day wedgie, swirly, and harassment free. Well, they still made him sit with them at lunch like usual but there weren't any grabs at his waistband like usual. And, he didn't get pantsed either.

The afternoon was uneventful-but there was one lingering fact that kept Rhett from being too confident about his situation. It was his cock cage. When Rhett was in history class, he still got to sit behind Whitney. She was wearing a new perfume, and was wearing a tight shirt that showed off her bust. She obviously still would hardly look Rhett's way, and Rhett felt his face blush as he remembered that she had a picture of him in his tighty whities in her locker. As class started-Rhett felt himself wanting to get hard. Class was boring and he loved to pass the time by getting hard and fantasizing about Whitney. But now, that benefit had been robbed of him. Rhett hadn't though he had a masturbation problem before this week. But now, seeing as how much he was struggling with going just three days without jacking off once, he was realizing that he might have some unresolved issues. He felt the blood attempting to rush to his cock as he thought about how good Whitney's tits looked in her tight shirt and how good her new perfume smelled. But no matter how badly he wanted to grow hard, that simple pleasure had been robbed of him. How was Rhett going to develop any sense of confidence, when cock was locked up tight? Possibly forever?

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Rhett's Punishment part 73

Rhett was stunned speechless. It wasn't until he Adam's hand smack his ass in classic "atta boy" fashion that Rhett came to his senses. It wasn't that finding out Mr. Harralson wore tighty whites said anything about Mr. Harralson. It was more so the fact that it said something about Rhett. Rhett had been made to wear white briefs against his will countless times over the past few weeks. And in the course of being made to wear the humiliating underwear, Rhett had learned that he had actually really liked how they felt. He liked how firm they felt on him, and how they hugged his butt and package. He liked how they had a classic look, and how there wasn't any pesky leg fabric to ride up his thighs. What he didn't like, was all the attention they brought on. When Rhett was wearing tighty whities, he was subjected to countless humiliation rituals and was called all sorts of demeaning names. When Rhett wore tighty whities, he got called a f*ggot, a pussy or a bitch. When Rhett wore tighty whities, he got hung by them in a devastating hanging wedgie for hours on end. When Rhett wore tighty whities, they got exposed in the hallway and in the cafeteria. And all of this had come to send a message to Rhett-that even though he really liked wearing briefs, it was always going to come with punishment.

But now, here stood Mr. Harralson. He was well respected by his colleagues-even Coach. He was multiple students very favorite teacher, including students like Jon, Brent and Kayleb. He had a smoking hot wife (she had brought Mr. Harralson lunch in class on a few occasions) and they had a baby on the way. And on the football field, Mr. Harralson was an absolute beast. He was tough as nails, and there was no doubt about how masculine he was. He had worn a tight wifebeater during the scrimmage tonight, so all of his rippling muscles were on full display. All of the guys seemed to really respect him, just like Rhett did. And now Rhett knew that Mr. Harralson wore tighty whities.

Rhett didn't think this was just a one-off thing either. Based on how many times Mike had bought new packs of briefs for Rhett, Rhett had a pretty good idea of what white fruit of the loom briefs looked like when they were straight out of the package. And there was no doubt about it-Mr. Harralson's waistband looked like a brand new pair of white briefs.

Rhett thought about all of the things that had happened to him and his briefs-and he couldn't possibly imagine any of those things happening to Mr. Harralson. Nobody would dare call him a f*ggot, or try to give him a wedgie. Everyone loved Mr. Haralson, and even if for some reason they decided to try anyway, after what Rhett saw tonight he knew Mr. Haralson would either snap back even harder, or have someone else step in and do it for him. What if, somehow, Rhett could be like that?

Everyone lined up and high fived saying good game, just like Rhett used to in little league. It turned out that most of the guys had played together since little league and had reserved the tradition just for sportsmanship. Some of the players came over and got Rhett's contact information, and gave him some more encouragement after they found out he had been benched for the foreseeable future. Mr. Harralson had been to several of the high school football games and seemed surprised to hear that Rhett wasn't playing anymore. Rhett had always felt comfortable talking to his favorite teacher-but he suddenly was stumbling over his words. He couldn't exactly tell him that Rhett had been secretly filmed getting pegged by someone's sister, or that he had been benched as a result of one of his dad's sadistic punishments. And at the same time, Rhett couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Mr. Harralson was wearing a brand new pair of tighty whities. If Rhett was more like him, he probably wouldn't have been benched in the first place. Maybe, that gave Rhett an idea.

On the ride home, conversation between Rhett and his dad was pretty relaxed. Rhett had planned on disclosing to his dad everything that had happened the night before-everything about the human urinal, the magnifying glass, the hole drilled in the bottom of the chair-but even after having a night full of encouragement and football, Rhett still didn't quite feel up to it. Especially, because now, Rhett was thinking maybe he wouldn't need his dad's help getting out of this. Instead of telling his dad about how much shit he had gone through the night before, Rhett just asked his dad if he could get a gym membership.

There was a small family owned gym near their house, and Mike pulled in to the parking lot on their way home. They selected a basic membership after getting a tour of the gym and Rhett felt excited to start getting to working on his fitness a bit more separately from the team. The gym wasn't the biggest, or the most well equipped, but it was clean and had all the weights Rhett needed to get stronger. Rhett was relieved when they went back to the locker room area, and saw that the showers were individual stalls and had their own privacy curtains. There was enough room behind the curtains to at least dry off and get some shorts on so Rhett wouldn't necessarily have to show off his cock cage to a bunch of strangers. Rhett was still going to be stuck in the thongs after tonight, so he was relieved that he would at least have some privacy at this gym. Rhett was a little skeptical that his dad would be willing to pay for access to another gym when there was one at the school for free, but mostly Mike just seemed relieved that after whatever had happened the night before hadn't damaged Rhett's sense of self so much that he didn't want to work on himself.

They got some takeout on their way home, and watched old reruns of Magnum P.I. (Mike's favorite show) as they ate. They agreed that tomorrow, Rhett would return to the thongs and go back to school. However, they also agreed that Rhett could wake up early to go to the new gym, and come back home before school for his underwear checks. That way he could also fulfill his obligations to the team to do their laundry and provide water bottles at practice.

Rhett went to bed that night feeling somewhat hopeful-but he knew it was going to be a long challenging journey to become someone like Mr. Harralson. Someone who could confidently wear tighty whities, and still be tough as nails.

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Rhett's Punishment part 72

Playing football with the rec league made Rhett feel like a new man. Actually, it just made him feel like a man again despite the tight grip the locked chastity cage had on his cock. After Mike and Rhett arrived at their destination, Rhett got to meet a lot of new faces. First, there was Derrick. Derrick was an owner of a local brewery, and he looked the part. He had thick arms, stocky legs and a full beard. He had sleeves of tattoos down his arms and had a bit of a quieter demeanor. Then, there was Jordan. He was bright and cheerful, which made sense because he was a local elementary school teacher. He was also well muscled, stocky, and physically fit to play football. Another guy who really helped take Rhett under his wing was Adam. He had red hair, and was a fire fighter in a small nearby suburb. He was wearing a tight athletic tee that was practically see through. However, Rhett also saw a familiar face show up to play with the rec league. It was Mr. Harralson, his english teacher. Mr. Harralson was one of Rhett's favorite teachers, and someone who Rhett had come to have a deep respect for. He had always encouraged his students to try their best, and while he pushed Rhett to succeed in his class he always did so in a way that helped Rhett feel motivated even though he didn't necessarily love to read. It was a little bit odd to see Mr. Harralson in this setting, partially because everyone was calling him by his first name, Ryan. However, Mr. Harralson was also dressed quite a bit differently than how he usually looked in class. He was wearing a loose pair of dri-fit athletic shorts as well as a white, "wifebeater" style tank top. He had on a red bandana tied around his forehead and really looked ready to tear things up. It was funny, Rhett thought, because he always came across as gentle and kind in the classroom. But now, Mr. Harralson looked tough as nails.

They played two scrimmage matches, and each team won once. Rhett played on a team with Derrick, Adam and Jordan while Mr. Harralson played on the opposing side. They were both linemen, and several times Rhett and Mr. Harralson were locked in each other's arms trying to push the other person back. Rhett noticed he wasn't quite as strong as he used to be, and on several ocassions Mr. Harralson was able to overpower him a bit. But the men always made sure to give Rhett helpful pointers and tips when they noticed something he could do better, and Rhett was always appreciative for the coaching. It felt really good for Rhett to get to use his body again for something that wasn't sexual, or humiliating.

Although Rhett was able to shake away a lot of his cares and worries during the scrimmages, there was one insecurity he was still worried about. He couldn't help but feel somewhat self-conscious about wearing a jockstrap instead of compression shorts. It had been such a big deal during practice with his team, with all of the teasing and snapping of his straps that Rhett couldn't help but think about it when he was playing with a brand new team of older guys. There were a few times where Rhett felt his shirt ride up his back, and knew his thick white waistband was probably showing. On one of these occasions, when Rhett reached back to pull his shirt down he heard Derrick's gruff voice say, "Don't worry about it son, most of us have em on too." Rhett felt Derrick grab the exposed waistband and give it a small tug before hearing a few giggles. Rhett blushed, but smiled a bit, glad he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

After that, Rhett felt almost compelled to see if Derrick was telling the truth. He felt a little pervy about it, but as all the men got sweatier and closer together, he was going to see their shirts ride up anyway. True to his word, Derrick also had a thick white jockstrap-style waistband sticking out of his shorts when he got tackled in front of Rhett. Then, Rhett noticed Adam had one on too. Jordan had a black waistband, that looked like it could have either belonged to a jockstrap or maybe a pair of compression shorts. Rhett was surprised how popular they seemed-as he noticed some of the other players had them on too. But he couldn't help but be really, really curious about what Mr. Harralson was wearing. Rhett really enjoyed wearing jockstraps-they fit around his large rear end more comfortably than compression shorts did and he honestly couldn't help but like the security a cup provided. If someone Rhett respected like Mr. Harralson was wearing one, then Rhett might feel totally different about wearing one at practice if he got to join the football team on the field again. As the end of the second scrimmage was swiftly approaching, Rhett started to feel like he was going to miss his chance to peek at Mr. Harralson's waistband. The final play started, and Rhett finally got his chance. One of his teammates had the ball when he got tackled by the other team, and on his way down the ball popped out of his hands. Mr. Harralson dove to recover it, and as he hit the ground his shorts slid down just enough. Mr. Harralson got up, ran the football into the other endzone, and was showing off a familiar bright white waistband the entire time. Mr. Harralson was wearing fruit of the loom tighty whities.

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Rhett's Punishment part 71

When Rhett walked in the front door, he saw his dad was waiting for him sitting on the couch next to a lit lamp. Mike started to say something-when Rhett ran into his dad's arms and started sobbing uncontrollably. Mike was shocked-partially by his son's nakedness but also because he was expecting to have to give Rhett another stern talking to. Rhett had told Mike he was going over to Roy's for school related purposes but then hadn't answered his phone all night. Plus, from Rhett's nudity, Mike could tell that he had definitely been somewhere else. While Mike was still ticked off at his son for lying to him, among everything else, he knew this wasn't the time for him to issue anymore discipline. Whatever had happened tonight had clearly been punishment enough. Rhett sat in his dad's arms and cried his eyes out, until he eventually fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

Rhett woke up the next morning in his own bed-Mike must have carried him to bed and tucked him in just like when he was a little kid. Rhett looked over at his alarm clock-and saw it was already 10:00 AM. He was late for school!! He sat up quickly, before seeing a note on his bedside table.

Rhett,

I talked to Coach today-we've gotten you excused from classes today. I don't know what happened to you, or where you actually were last night but we can talk about that later. We have been really, really hard on you lately. I think you've earned a break. There's leftovers in the fridge and a surprise in your underwear drawer. Since we handed out all of your favorites to the team, I didn't have any left over but I had a couple of things that may be more comfortable than the thongs.

Love you,

Dad.

Rhett immediately felt relieved (and also very embarrassed as his dad acknowledged how much he knew Rhett loved wearing white briefs). He didn't know how to go to school that day and face the football team-he needed this break mentally and physically. As he got out of bed, he realized he was still caged which only made sense since Jon held the only key. He was still naked, as he made his way over to the underwear drawer. He also noticed the lens on the camera by his door had been covered by a piece of tape. He slid open the underwear drawer and while he still saw the endless strings of the colorful thongs, there were a couple of other pairs of underwear. First, there was one of Rhett's classic white jockstraps he had been made to wear earlier. Then, there was a bright red pair of calvin klein boxer briefs that looked brand new. Rhett figured these probably belonged to his dad, though they didn't look like they had been worn yet. Rhett took both to the bathroom with him, before changing his mind and deciding to use Mike's big shower downstairs again. Mike had a walk in shower with a removable shower head and Rhett was always welcome to use it when he wanted to. Mike also had a collection of expensive soaps and shampoos that smelled amazing. Rhett took his sweet time in the shower-steaming up the entire bathroom and using the detachable shower head to really wash his entire body. After how filthy he felt last night, he wanted to really make sure he got clean. That's when he got a sudden idea-usually, when he took a shower down here, Rhett used the shower head to blast the tip of his cock with water. It felt amazing, and he was sure his dad did it too. But obviously, caged and locked tight, that would only torture Rhett a little bit. However, his butthole was still fair game.

Rhett awkwardly positioned the shower head between his legs and turned the water pressure to max. Immediately, he felt the warm water blast his little pink hole-and it felt amazing. His body filled with pleasure, as the water blasted his tight little pussy. He sat down on the floor, laid down on his back and readjusted the shower head so that it was trained right on his hole again.

He quickly lost track of time-but found that he didn't care. He had the whole day off, and would rarely have the chance to be in his dad's bathroom alone again. It felt amazing and he just let himself have this. Eventually though, his stomach overpowered his libido, and he decided he needed to finish up and actually eat something. He got out of the shower, toweled off, and tried on the boxer briefs. He immediately knew they wouldn't work. His thighs were juuussst too big for the legholes so they rode up on him pretty badly. Worse, they had a really difficult time handling his ass and he couldn't even get the waistband to fully cover his backside. And of course, even worse, is that there was way too much room in the front pouch. Rhett didn't even begin to fill it in the way it was made to fit. It only served to remind him of how humiliated he had been last night-so he decided to just wear the jockstrap instead. He headed back upstairs in his jock, put on a pair of shiny gray gym shorts and a white tank top before making his way to the kitchen and having a late breakfast of eggs, hash browns, bacon and coffee. He spent the rest of the day catching up on his DVR recordings of sunday night football, and snacking on potato chips and some cookie dough his dad had bought from the store. Swapping from thongs to a jock was a little bit of an adjustment, though a welcome one. While Rhett didn't have to worry about the annoyance or irritation brought on by a perma wedgie, he couldn't help but notice the breezy feeling against his hole all day. The day was perfect for relaxing-but it was missing one big important thing. At least for Rhett. That was, of course, jacking off. As much as Rhett had felt restored by a day of rest he couldn't help but still feel the loss brought about by the cock cage. Usually, when he watched football, he would let himself grow hard looking at the cheerleaders in their skimpy outfits. He would sometimes even sneak away to his bedroom and knock one out before coming back to the game. Today, he would only be able to feel himself strain against the cage, and become more sexually frustrated than ever. Rhett ate some of last night's leftovers for lunch, made his way back to the couch and laid down on his side. Before he knew it, he had drifted off again into a deep sleep.

"Hey sport, have a good day?" Rhett heard as he felt a firm hand rubbing against his lower back. "I can see you went with the jockstrap, huh?" Rhett's eyes opened to see his dad squatting in front of the couch. He looked down at his lower back and saw his thick white strap sticking out of his shorts. "Oh uh, yeah. Your boxer briefs are in your bathroom." He said, as he sat up. He felt a little awkward, and caught off guard. He still didn't know where he stood with his dad. Mike had been awfully devious lately and Rhett would do anything to extend his break from the humiliation. He also knew not to trust his dad too much, especially after a day of kindness. Mike broke the awkward silence for him. "Son, I'm sorry if things got out of hand last night. Coach had all the players come in to his office throughout the day and he grilled their asses left and right. They wouldn't budge, so I'm still clueless. But we don't have to talk about it now-if it's too fresh." Rhett felt relieved. It was too fresh-he felt like if he even so much as thought about what happened last night he would break down in sobs again. "But let's get your stuff together-I have a surprise for you. Grab your football gear from the garage, and meet me outside. We're going somewhere. It'll be fun! I promise. Looks like you're already dressed for it, just make sure to get your cleats."

Rhett still didn't quite know what was going on-but he felt like his dad was being legit. He put an old packers jersey on over his tank top and got all of his pads together. He met his dad in the driveway, and saw Mike had filled up some water bottles and grabbed a protein bar from the pantry. His dad had a much more relaxed air about him than usual-and didn't seem like he was up to his normal tricks. "Oh, don't forget this!" Mike said, holding up a thick white cup for Rhett's jockstrap. He reached out, grabbed Rhett's shorts and jock and pulled them forward before placing the cup in position in front of Rhett's locked penis. "Wouldn't want anything...else...to happen down there, would we?"

As Rhett climbed in the passenger seat of his dad's truck, he suddenly became extremely nervous. The thought hit him that he might be headed back to the school. "Dad," he suddenly blurted out, "We aren't going to practice, are we?" But Mike quickly dashed away Rhett's fears. Mike turned left, instead out right like we was going to school, out of the street they lived on as he said, "Nope. The whole purpose of this project has been to rehabilitate you and make you a better man, a better student and a better football player." Rhett sighed in relief. "With all the involvement the football team has had lately, I realized that last part may be in jeopardy. So I contacted some men around town who play in a local rec league, so you can get some practice away from the team." Mike said. Rhett felt his heart soar. This was everything he had wanted-he loved football and had missed getting to play without the gags and pranks from his teammates. As they made their way down the road, Rhett realized he hadn't felt this happy in a long long time.

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Rhett's Punishment part 70

Rhett's eyes flicked down and he saw what he already felt to be true. He had grown rock hard, and his cock was still well within the lens of the magnifying glass. He had grown less than a centemeter, and was now fully erect. He felt the butt plug start to vibrate-but it was on a much, much lower setting than Jon had set it to the last time it was in Rhett's hole. Jon meant to keep Rhett fully erect all night-but was he going to let him cum?

A crowd quickly formed, and Rhett's face turned scarlet red as the entire team bore witness to how truly pathetic his cock was. Jon moved the tripod ever so closer-so the magnifying glass was fully focused on his tiny little penis. Rhett had never felt so mortified-he fought against his bindings, but he was locked down to the chair tight. They had bound his ankles and wrists with a rough thick rope, that was painfully digging into his skin as he fought against it. Just the knowledge that the entire team was getting such a close look at how small of a man he truly was, even after becoming erect, was enough to make Rhett want to ball up and cry his eyes out. He felt degraded-chewed up-and completely and wholly humiliated.

At the same time....the new sensation in his ass made him feel like his prostate was on fire. He was so desperate for an orgasm. For most guys, going a single day without jacking off wasn't so hard. But Rhett was an eighteen year old athlete, pumped full of testosterone. Further, his cock had been his only source of relief from the endless torment he had endured in the past several weeks and he had become more and more dependent on the bliss it could provide. And after an entire weekend of having orgasm after orgasm as his tormenters continuously played with his ass and exploited his biggest secret his body had become used to the associated bodily relief an orgasm could provide. But Rhett knew that Jon had no intention of letting that continue. Rhett knew deep, deep down that the only reason his cock had been unlocked for the moment was so that he could be tormented and given the worst case of blue balls this town had ever seen.

The party was really going at this point-and Rhett was truly fulfilling his duty to provide the entertainment. The entire team had made a circle around Rhett, laughing at how tiny his cock was. They had taken turns playing a game where they found a small object around the house and compared it to Rhett's cock. Rhett was smaller than almost everything-until Brent found a thumb tack. The line started to form again, and Rhett was forced to drink another round of beer piss from the entire team. During this, he found himself having to piss, realizing that his body had probably started to process the piss from the rest of the team. He felt like he was going to be absolutely sick, as he began to piss himself. Jon quickly reached out and grabbed Rhett's erection, pointing it straight into a red solo cup. Then, once Rhett was done unloading himself, Jon poured the contents of the cup back into the funnel forcing Rhett to drink his own urine. Rhett groaned-this was awful. He wanted to disappear but he knew that wasn't possible. Especially with a large magnifying glass amplifying his biggest insecurity to a room full of people he wanted to hide it from.

The line for the human urinal started to die down again-when Jon came back from his bedroom holding something long and thick in his hands. "Hey boys, listen up!!" Jon said gleefully. "I know shrimp dick here has provided us with plenty of...insight to how pitifully small his manhood is tonight. But I know there's still one question we're dying to get an answer to, right?" Jon held up the object in his hands, and Rhett saw that it was a pocket pussy. His heart sunk. He knew what the question was before Jon even opened his mouth again. "Can Rhett REALLY ever satisfy a woman? Let's find out." Jon said before placing the pocket pussy directly in front of Rhett's erect penis. Jon whispered into Rhett's ear, "We already the answer is 'fuck no...' but isn't it fun to pretend?"

Jon pressed the pocket pussy down onto the tip of Rhett's dick and suddenly Rhett's cock was gripped by the walls of a pocket pussy he was sure had been used several times by his worst enemy. It was translucent on either side, and the entire team gathered around close to see. Rhett's cock barely even managed to enter the lips of the fake vagina.

Secretly, this was something Rhett had wondered his entire life. He remembered when he was much younger, when he had first learned about sex. Mike had told him about how the entire process worked, and Rhett couldn't get it out of his head. Just a few days before he had gotten his very first erection and had burst into his dad's bedroom scared out of his mind. He had no idea what was happening, but Mike calmed him down and explained what was happening to his body. Of course, Mike was having a good laugh about how scared Rhett was about getting his first boner. After Mike did his research and got prepared, he had sat Rhett down at the kitchen table and told Rhett everything he needed to know about sex. After about an hour, Rhett was dismissed and for weeks afterwards couldn't stop thinking about sex. Only problem was-he knew physically, how the process was supposed to work and he knew he was nowhere big enough to make it happen. But surely that would come with age, right? Right?

And now, as Rhett was fully mature, he had his answer. And it had been forced into the bright light of day in front of a group of men he was supposed to be sexually competing with. Rhett felt tears welling up in his eyes-he had always known the answer. He figured it would be bad enough whenever he brought his first girl home, and realized in the act that he wasn't big enough. But here, it was even worse than he could have ever possibly imagined. Rhett didn't even get to find out from a real pussy-it was a fake one that was likely covered in the residue and spunk from his worst enemy. Even worse, it was revealed to the entire team all at once.

Jon let go of the pocket pussy-and without a real cock for it to hang on to, it flopped right off onto the floor. The team erupted into drunk laughter, and Rhett looked up at Jon who had tears of his own welling up in his eyes. Rhett started to cry-he couldn't help himself anymore. And when he did, he saw the rest of the team start to cry too. But the reasons for their tears couldn't be more opposite.

Rhett served as the human urinal for several more hours before people started to head out. Rhett had no idea what time it was, but he guessed it was around 2 AM. Jon left the butt plug vibrating on low the entire time, leaving Rhett's cock erect and his body yearning for an orgasm that would never come. Eventually, as the party started to wind down and football players started to fall asleep wherever they could find something to lay down on, Jon pulled the plug out of Rhett's ass. He stuck it upside down in the funnel and pissed one more time, washing the plug clean so that the piss and filth on the buttplug washed down the tube right into Rhett's mouth. With the lack of attention, Rhett's cock became flaccid again and Jon locked his cock down tight with the cage again. Rhett was untied, and tossed outside without any of his clothes. He vomitted twice on the lawn, before Jon tossed his keys out of the window at him. Rhett drove his truck home in mortified silence, wearing nothing but a tiny little cock cage.

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Rhett's Punishment part 69

Rhett started to realize that he had never *truly* felt defeated until now. He was completely powerless and beyond humiliated. His self confidence had been completely shattered. He had been robbed of his dignity and he knew he would never, ever be a real man again in the eyes of his teammates. He had never felt this degraded, and nobody had even used him as a human urinal yet. But it was bad enough knowing it was coming.

Before too long, the whole team had arrived and were crushing beers left and right. It would be any minute now that someone decided to break the seal, and Rhett's mouth would be the only receptacle anyone would use to take a leak in. Jon made sure to tell everyone how Rhett had arrived of his own free will-how Rhett had thought he was going to be pegged again by a hot girl, and how badly Rhett had wanted his pussy penetrated. As if this wasn't bad enough, Jon blew up the infamous video with a projector and had it playing on loop on the wall opposite of where Rhett was sitting. Rhett looked down to witness himself, and suddenly was hit with the awareness of how truly humiliating it was to have the magnifying glass placed in front of his penis. Everyone on the team had seen his cock over and over again, especially in the past few horrible weeks. But now, they would easily be able to see every single square micrometer of Rhett's tiny dick. There was no question how tiny Rhett's manhood was now, and he probably actually looked average for once in his life after the magnifying glass made everything look bigger. Several players came over to admire Rhett's predicament as they drank their first couple cans of beer and Rhett couldn't help but notice how long their eyes lingered on the magnifying glass. Rhett felt like a big beacon was shining a bright light on his shame, and his captors were taking it in for as long as they wanted to.

It wasn't long until Rhett had his first "customer," and he wasn't surprised it was Jon. Jon whipped his massive cock through the fly in his jeans and waved it around in front of Rhett's face, saying, "I've been hydrating alllll afternoon for this, bitch. Open up!!" before he sprayed a large stream of clear urine straight down the funnel. The putrid liquid flowed down through the tube and into Rhett's mouth before he could even close his lips tight. The contraption had a funnel on one end of a tunnel that curved upward, with the other end closing tight around Rhett's nose and mouth. There was a small amount of room in the "mask" between Rhett's mouth and the funnel and at first Rhett thought he figured out a trick by closing his mouth. If he didn't drink the piss it would just back up in the funnel and spill out the other end...right? Problem was, Rhett realized, the contraption could hold way more piss than just one bladder full. This would require multiple football players to go one after the other while Rhett held his breath the entire time. The other problem was that somehow, the contraption was air tight against his face meaning the piss would just fill the open space until it went straight up Rhett's nose. Rhett had no choice-he opened his mouth and began to drink the urine. It tasted awful-and as Jon and several other players saw Rhett's adam's apple bob up and down indicating he had swallowed, they erupted in a riotous chorus of laughter.

A line started to form behind Jon-and player after player whipped out their cocks, compared them to Rhett's in the magnifying glass, and began to piss down the funnel. Rhett felt disgusted-not only because he could feel his stomach filling up with piss but also because several of the more vengeful football players would flick their dicks up towards Rhett's face mid stream and piss straight in his face. Jon had spread a massive tarp out under Rhett's chair, so there was enough of a splash zone to do this without making a huge mess. Rhett started to feel like he couldn't drink the piss fast enough-as player after player filled up his funnel it started to fill quickly and approached Rhett's nose. The horrible solution found its way up into Rhett's sinuses and for a brief moment he worried he would start to drown if the continuous stream of piss didn't start to slow down. Shortly after this, however, the line started to slow down and Rhett thought he was going to be absolutely sick. If he vomitted, it would just come up into his mask and he would be forced to drink all the piss again so he did his absolute best to keep it down. Eventually, there was nobody left in line but this didn't mean Rhett's torment was going to take a break.

Jon approached Rhett from the side, and before he could see what Jon was doing he felt two horrible stabbing pains, one from each nipple. Rhett looked down awkwardly, with the contraption still strapped tight to his face to see that Jon had clamped two clothespins tightly on the tips of Rhett's nipples. Jon walked around behind Rhett and placed his strong hands on Rhett's shoulders, and started to massage him. Jon leaned down and started to whisper into Rhett's ear. "Come on...we all know how much you like all this attention. Why don't you just let that little dick get hard? We all wanna see it...." Rhett's heart froze cold. However embarrassed he was now-having the team see his tiny cock up close like this-it would be about a million times worse, for them to see how truly tiny he was when his cock was flying at full mast. "You came over tonight to get some cock...right? Isn't that what Stella said on the phone?" Jon said before reaching one hand down and placing it on Rhett's upper thigh. He started rubbing it down into Rhett's crotch, so that his knuckles brushed gently against Rhett's flaccid cock. "I'm just waiting for you to start begging for my dick. It's here for whenever you want it."

Rhett found himself holding his breath-he had known this was coming, hadn't he? Jon had flaunted his cock in front of Rhett's face over and over again...and Rhett would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it more than once. But he could never, EVER do that....could he? He had taken dick once before, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. It had been a strap on, attached to a woman's hips...but would it be so different?

Rhett didn't have much time to think about this further-as he felt something cold and wet suddenly graze against his butthole. "What the fuck??" He said into the mask. He had no way of knowing this-but before the party, Jon had drilled a big hole in the seat of the chair Rhett was tied to. It was positioned exactly so that Jon could have access to Rhett's pussy-and he used it now to insert a lubed up butt plug straight into Rhett's hole. Rhett froze-and felt himself suddenly grow erect, after a full 24 hours of being locked down tight.

"Hey guys!!" Jon said gleefully. "Come see, Rhett's getting hard!!"

[tightywriter]

Rhett's Punishment part 68

It took Rhett about two hours to wash, dry and fold the laundry from the football team. By far, the most humiliating part had been washing his old tighty whities knowing that they would only be used to catch loads from the football team when he himself might not get to jerk off again for weeks. As Rhett held his old underwear in his hands, he felt the string of his thong digging into his hole and found himself longing for the days when he had gotten to wear tighty whities. How pathetic was that?

When Rhett got home, he resigned himself to doing homework in his room-he had quite a bit of work to catch up on but his notes were noticeably lacking because of his inability to pay attention in class when his tight thong was distracting him. He really wished he had the option to go commando but he knew his dad was probably watching him from the camera installed on his door frame. This eventually, somehow, became the worst part of Rhett's day. Yes, practice had been mortifying and spending the afternoon in a large butt plug that Jon played with in the bathroom was humiliating on a different level-but it had left him extremely horny. Rhett's prostate had been poked and prodded and Rhett's mind couldn't seem to let those feelings go. He so badly wanted to jack off and relieve himself of some of the tension, but he knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. The cage felt tighter than ever-but what was Rhett supposed to do? Beg Jon for his key?

Eventually, Mike called Rhett down to dinner where they ate meatloaf and mashed potatoes in an awkward silence. Mike tried to broach the topic of Rhett's improvement, and the purposes of Rhett's punishment but Rhett didn't feel like talking. Things had been taken from him in the past few days that would take a long time for Rhett to get back. Mike assured Rhett that he had his best interest at heart-and Rhett wanted to believe that was true. Rhett wasn't entirely sure what he would do if he had been led to believe that his son was wearing a butt plug in a public football game, leading to his team losing. Honestly, Rhett might think his son had some sort of sex addiction. Maybe that's what Mike thought-maybe he really did still have Rhett's interests at heart but Coach had corrupted things a bit. Rhett knew that Mike grew up in a "no pain no gain" type of mindset, and after hearing the horror stories of Mike and Coach hazing and getting hazed during their fraternity days in college, Rhett knew that this wasn't nearly as bad as things could get. As Rhett made it back upstairs, he caught himself thinking about the Black Mamba and how badly he wished he could be sitting on it again.

Rhett was finally finishing up his homework when his phone buzzed. It was the same unknown number that Stella had texted him from in the past, and the message read, "I heard your pathetic little dick got locked up tight. How did your daddy find a cage tiny enough to fit your little dicklet?" Rhett's face flushed red-but he immediately felt all the blood in his body try to rush to his dick before the cage prevented him from getting a full fledged boner. This was torture-not only did Rhett have to deal with the embarrassment of being turned on from a message like that, but he couldn't even enjoy the sexual gratification that could come from it too. His phone buzzed again and there was another message reading, "At least your back door is wide open. That pussy felt amazing the last time I had my way with you-how about we try again sometime?" Rhett was just going to ignore the message. But he couldn't help it. He wanted this so badly-and didn't he deserve to have some fun? This weekend had been hell and he had earned the right to enjoy himself a little bit. He got up from his desk, told Mike he was going to Roy's place to borrow some notes, and drove over to Stella's place again.

He was nervous when he rung the doorbell, and when the door opened he realized he had every right to be. In place of where Rhett had expected Stella to be, stood Jon. He was holding Rhett's key in one hand and a cell phone in the other. It was turned towards Rhett, and he could see that Jon had been texting him all along. He felt so stupid-how could he have fallen for this? Rhett turned to run, but Jon's arm shot out and grabbed his thong and pulled it towards himself. Rhett froze as he felt the tiny string cut into his sore asshole, when Brent and Caden suddenly appeared on either side of the front porch. They grabbed Rhett's arms from either side and drug him into the house, as a dark bag was placed over Rhett's face and he was blinded.

Rhett felt the familiar sensation of having all of his clothes stripped off-before he was sat into an arm chair and felt his wrists and ankles get tied down to the chair. The bag was taken off his head a split second before something was forced on to Rhett's face like a mask. It completely covered his mouth and nose, and Rhett felt someone from behind secure it around his head with two thick leather straps. Rhett could see that there was a long thick contraption coming off of the mask on his face, that curved slightly upward and ended in a wide funnel. Rhett's heart sunk-he knew what this was before Jon told him.

"Hey bitch!!" Jon said. "As you may or may not know, it's football team tradition to throw an absolute rager after the yearly camping trip and this year is no exception. We didn't invite you, because it's men only, but realized that we needed some entertainment. That's where you come on. Tonight, we've perfected a hazing technique passed down for generations of football teams-the human urinal."

It was exactly as Rhett feared. The chair he was strapped to was relatively low to the ground, forcing his legs to bend a bit farther back to be tied down. This put him at just around waist height with the funnel, which meant he would be a the perfect spot to catch piss. After it went into the funnel, there would be only one spot for it to go. Down his throat.

"Oh, and we have one more contraption to set in place too. Actually, for tonight only, we'll be using this magic key to set your cock free. But as soon as the party is over it's going back on, even tighter than before." Jon said, getting on his knees and grabbing Rhett's privates. Jon was as rough as he could possibly be, unlocking Rhett's cage and freeing his dick. Then, Jon grabbed a small tripod from beside the chair and placed it directly in front of Rhett's crotch. It had a large, sturdy magnifying glass on top of it that was pointed exactly at Rhett's penis. Rhett was totally humiliated-he knew he was small but now the entire football team would be able to see every square centimeter of his pathetic member.

"Everyone knows you're the biggest f*ggot to ever start on a football team," Jon said, "But we wanna see what else makes you tick. We figured that if taking cock up the ass turned you on so much, why wouldn't guzzling piss all night?" Rhett was mortified beyond belief-he was disgusted by piss but he knew that from the whole day of teasing that his cock was probably dying to get hard. What was going to happen to him if his teammates believed that he got turned on by drinking urine? Rhett didn't have long to contemplate this-football players started arriving in droves and they all seemed to be absolutely giddy at the idea of having a human urinal all night. Jon started passing out beers to everyone and reassured Rhett that he would get something to drink to-it would just take about an hour.