Too Clever · Part 1

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Dear readers, please forgive any mistakes in my use of the Spanish language. Also, I utilized a pair of characters, one in a supporting role and the other in mentions, from another writer whose work I find a guilty pleasure (imitation being the sincerest form of flattery). Bonne lecture.

“Won’t Alex be surprised!” as he admired his freshly depilated genitals, chest, and stomach. He didn’t care that it may begin to itch in a week or so. The look on her face, and what she might do with him, would all be worth it. He checked the clock, she would be arriving from the airport any minute now. In the time since she had been away, his accouterments aroused curious looks, embarrassed giggles, and even a few covetous glances from women when he was dressed for grocery shopping or running errands. Most men merely scoffed in disbelief up close, or pointed and guffawed with their friends from far away. As he worked from home, these interactions were happily kept to a minimum over the past two months. There was the occasional man that would hit on him and while he was nervously flattered, he was for Alex only as she was his absolute queen.

He heard the lock being worked before the door swung open. “Hola mi amor! Ugh, so nice to be home. The stupid airline… Oh my God!” Not noticing immediately as she was working the key out of the door and contending with her large satchel, once she looked up a shocked smile and gasp escaped. Alexandra, Alex to her friends, was a tall, gorgeous Spanish beauty with long flowing dark brown hair and piercing hazel eyes. Her skin had a beautifully tanned hue year-round and she had legs for miles. Cam always believed she could have been a cover model, but the world of finance was where her interests lay.

Having dated for just under two years, he always thought she could have done better than him and that was part of her appeal. Men often looked hard and desirously at her, while some of the bolder types would hit on her right in front of him. She would usually politely rebuff their advances, but if they persisted beyond her patience, she would go toe-to-toe with a venom that made potential suitors and Cam both shrink. It was a quirky turn on for him. He would sometimes push her buttons at home, just to get a similar reaction and some well-deserved punishment from his goddess.

“Well now! What’s this?”

“You like? I’ve been waiting very patiently for you to come home.” Other than the bondage gear, Cam was fully in the nude. She was pointedly staring at his hairless crotch.

Dropping her satchel, her glorious legs stalked on gold high heels to him. “Did you put this on today? Or has it been a few days?” She grasped the cock cage with an internal cam-lock around his member, giving it a gentle shake. Cam smiled as she looked over his leather collar, and cuffs on wrists and ankles, all secured with heavy-duty padlocks.

“It’s all been on since you went to visit your family.”

“What!” She dropped his package at once, her eyes went wide. “No. You’re lying!” While they had played with having Cam locked up for short durations, it had never been for more than two weeks. His pleas and groveling, growing to nuisance and annoyance with Alex, always resulted in her relenting, releasing him, and at the very least giving him a hand job.

“I’m serious. I’ve been locked up (he shook his cock and balls up and down with one hand) for two months. The collar and cuffs too.”

“You can’t be serious. Wha… What about when you left the apartment? Eh?! What about the phone sex?! You were faking it?” Her hackles were rising precipitously.

Bashfully he answered, “Well… The collar and wrists were kinda visible when I went out. As for the phone… I was using a plug in my ass when I told you I was stroking it.”

Alex was incredulous. “Your… Your ass?! Que Carajo! And what if someone we knew saw you on the street! Eh! Ay Dios Mio!” Her anger made Cam feel small and his caged cock shrank in correlation. Her outbursts drove his submissive sycophantic need to please her. Despite or in spite of his best efforts, there was always an instinct within him to always come up short, just to be under her thumb. Her reaction today was shaping up to make his wildest desires come true, though events would go far and away beyond his most outrageous fantasies.

“Ok you! Get in the room. NOW!” Cam scurried at a rapid walk to the spare bedroom, which contained bondage furniture and implements that he had purchased during their time as a couple. Cursing under her breath in Spanish behind him, bits and pieces of which he only vaguely understood such as perra, puta madre, and joder, she briskly followed.

“And to think I wanted to be with you tonight! Get over the table!” Cam bent over the narrow end of a leather padded massage-type bondage table with anchor points all over it. Still swearing in her native tongue, she clipped his wrists midway down, with his arms outstretched in front of him and then his ankles at the corners of the legs. She calmed slightly as she moved to be alongside his hands and in his field of view. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”

He pleaded with her, “Mistress, I… I only went out at night. And… And I always wore a long-sleeve, collared shirt or jacket. I swear, Mistress!”

Alex began unbuttoning her sheer pink silk blouse, allowing him a view of her perfect size C breasts defined in a lacy black bra. She would keep her brown leather mini-skirt and high heels on. “I’m afraid that’s not quite good enough. Eh?” She left and slowly walked behind him as Cam began to sweat, her heels clacking on the hardwood flooring. Normally, a punishment would call for the riding crop or the leather paddle. But… Cam’s fear spiked sharply once he heard the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh of the lacquered rattan cane cutting through the air. “M-Mistress! Please! I’m sorry! I… I wouldn’t have embarrassed you! I didn’t mean to… I-I was careful! I swear!”

His head was pulled back by his hair. Through gritted teeth and malevolence on her tongue, “You could have shamed me. You’re pathetic. To think that I wanted you inside of me.” Swat! The strike stung hard, and Cam nearly cried out, his jaw flexed wide open. Alex bent lower to whisper in his ear. “Now you will pay for it bitch!” SWAT!

“OW! Mistress, please!” He immediately strained at the bonds as his cock swelled with the excitement of what was happening to him.

“And to lie to me over the phone!” SWAT! SWAT! “Here I thought I was doing you a favor while I was touching myself.” SWAT! “You were just faking!”

“Mistress!” SWAT! “Ow! I wasn’t faking!”

“Shut your mouth bitch!” SWAT! “Or I’ll shut it for you!” SWAT! SWAT!

Cam did his best to suffer the blows, but by the next three strikes he began to cry out in anguish. The cracks to his buttocks burned and radiated a searing heat. Rarely had she ever hit him this hard before. Maybe she was making up for time apart, or maybe it was his embellishments during phone sex. In any event, she was truly worked up about her friends potentially seeing him in public with the bondage gear on. “OWW!! Oh, ow! Mistress! Please!”

“Fucking perra!” The cane was thrown, clattering against the floor. Cam breathed a sigh of relief, but all to soon. “Open your fucking hole.” He complied and a large red gag ball was stuffed past his teeth. She bucked it tightly, the bindings biting into his cheeks as a few strands of hair got caught in the clasp. His muffled protest was met with a slap to his face. “You better keep it to yourself now.”

She picked up the cane and began lighting into him again with a ferocity that made tears come to his eyes. He wailed nearly as loudly as he had without the gag, though all the more unintelligible. Alex continued striking his ass, grunting with the effort, until she got tired. Cam, though his cock filled the cage to bursting, was a sobbing, slobbering wreck. He continued to whimper as Alex ran a hand over the welts and up his back, ending by mussing up his hair. Her anger spent, her voice became much sweeter, “Oh, my poor baby. You are quite sure no one I know saw you?”

“Mfmph Mphmphff!” Cam’s sobbing had slowed as he regained some of his composure.

Alex crouched down to be at eye level with him. “Well, where are the keys for all this then, Eh? Maybe you can have a little tug while you are licking my pussy. I’m sure your balls are full to aching right now.”

A long, muffled reply was given. Alex showed a bit of annoyance at not understanding as she undid the ball gag. “Where are they?”

“They’re in your luggage.”

Her eyes went massively wide, with alarm all over every inch of her face. “WHAT!?”

Cam was confused at her reaction. “I put the keys in your luggage. The smaller one. Inside the hidden pocket. I… I thought you would be pleased… I was in your power the whole time while you were gone… without you even knowing…”

Alex exhaled in disbelief as she shook her head down at the floor. When she looked up, she chuckled slightly though there was an indignant grin on her. “The stupid airline… lost my bags. All of them.” There was a very long uncomfortable pause as they just looked at each other. “I got a call… when I landed here, that they went missing back in Madrid. They said they were likely stolen.” Now, Cam’s eyes widened, the shock would have silenced him for hours had Alex not asked a question. “Do you have another set?”

Fearing the answer, almost instinctively knowing it, she grinned with acquiescence before looking at the floor again as Cam answered, “No… I-I only had single copies. I… They were all in your bag…”

She exhaled loudly still wearing the same malign grin, “What the fuck were you thinking. What are we going to do?!”

“We… We could call a locksmith.” This answer, while the most obvious, was far and away the least palatable.

“CALL A FUCKING LOCKSMITH! Are you serious! Maybe one would do your wrists, ankles, and the collar. But you think anyone’s going to want to unlock your fucking cock?!”

Reasoning with her while still bound to the table was bizarre to say the least. “Well, we… I mean I can pay them… extra. Just tell them I’ll triple or quadruple their rate!”

Alex looked defeated. Rising to her full height but not looking at him, she pushed the ball against Cam’s lips. Unsure what was coming next, he opened as she slowly but calmly buckled it around his head. While not as tight as before, it was enough to drown out his increasing pleas as she took off her shoes, picked up her top, and slowly walked to the door. Cam thrashed at the anchor points as his loud mumbles met indifferent ears. The door closed, and she was gone.

Usually, Cam could hear Alex clacking in her footwear all over the apartment. But today? Today drew into an eternity of quiet solitude. Cam faintly thought he could hear water running through pipes, minor bumps and other such noises. However, the ambient buzz of the lightbulb overhead and verve of the building overall made his theories as to what Alex was doing guesswork at best.

Once in a while, a glimmer of hope sprang in him and he yelled or cried out through his gag to get her attention. Yet the door remained closed. Cam dozed off and on as time crawled by. He thought he was beginning to hallucinate. Certainly his own mind was playing tricks, consciously and subconsciously. His thoughts turned from dark, “Oh God! What if she left… for good!” “She might be on a flight back to Spain right now!” “Nobody’s going to find me until the neighbors complain of a smell coming from here!” to more about distractions, “How many Beatles albums were there?” “I’ve never eaten a bagel with lox.

I should try one.” “I bet I can name all the European capitals.” His one and only clue was the slim crack of indirect light just visible at the foot of the door. Where it was a bright midmorning when Alex had come home, the spectrum had changed into a deep, dark hue. Cam’s stomach growled and the hunger pangs were getting to his nerves. His limbs fell asleep and began to cramp given his inability to shift position. At times, he thrashed or shook, uselessly attempting to free himself or at least stave off the pins and needles.

He was halfway to dozing off again, his face in a pool of his own drool when the door opened wide. Cam got his face unstuck from the leather as he crooked up, “Mphmphff!”

Alex was wearing black yoga pants and a stretchy black long sleeve top which accentuated her cleavage. Her hair was tied behind her. She was holding her phone in one hand and hiding something behind her back in the other. “I trust you had time to think about how fucking stupid you are. This is your problem, which you have now made into my problem. And I hate dealing with your fucking problems.” If there was any need for Cam to feel any more dread, it piled on once she revealed what she was hiding.

“Mmo! Pleflef Mphmphff! Mmo!”

In her hand she held aloft two items. One was a strappy sling with a black veiny dildo with balls. Not huge, but slightly bigger than Cam’s cock for sure. The other was two feet long, a graduated strand of anal beads. The first few were small enough, the middle series gaining into the girth of the strap-on, with the final set… let just say the last one in the link could be used to play tennis with. While Alex may have put a finger or two into his anus before, it wasn’t something he relished. True, in his current state of having his cock locked away for so long, he became open to experimenting with a small anal plug to massage and milk his prostate as time went by. Before the key fiasco, he was relying on Alex to release him, and then he to release into her. Now he was beginning to comprehend just how pissed she was at him.

“I had time enough too. I took a shower, ordered some new clothes, and had a nap while you were thinking. I had time to think also, how best to impress upon you not to do something so fucking stupid ever again. So, I ran to the store to pick up these items.” She dangled them midair. “It’s very late in the evening now, so since I’m solving your problem for you, we’re going to make sure you appreciate how my time is spent fixing it for you.” She placed the strap-on on the table, directly in front of him in profile before getting a bottle of lube from a shelf. She dribbled a glob down his crack.

“I’m going to look up and dial locksmiths one at a time. I’m going to explain your problem to them in full each time they answer. For each one who says no, one bead will be pushed up into you.” Cam started to plead with her again. SMACK! A hard open hand spank to his ass silenced him immediately as it pained his already bruised and welted rump. “If we make it all the way to the end,” she indicated the largest bead, “you’ll stay like you are as I fuck you in the ass with that,” she pointed to the strap-on. “Then tomorrow we’ll give you some rest and refreshment with shackles on before we begin again.” Cam arched his eyebrows in worry.

“First, we are going to determine how much you are willing to pay. I found rates vary widely, and in your case, I think a flat cash fee would go far in securing a service to free you from your problem.” She disappeared behind him, quickly knotting paracord loosely around his testicles. “You remember the nipple weights?” It had been quite some time since he’d been chained to the wall with clover clamps and weights attached. He still wasn’t sure where she was going with this line of thought until… “Mmooo!” There was a definite tug as his balls sagged a small degree closer to the floor.

“Each weight represents one hundred. Since there are only ten” she added another weight as he shifted, “you’ll top out at one thousand to offer. Do you agree?”

Cam wasn’t really in a position to say no or compromise. He shook his head in the affirmative.

“Make any noise and the amount to offer will stop.” A third weight was added, then after a long pause a fourth, and then a fifth at which point the strain began to pinch his scrotum. His legs began to tremble as a sixth slipped around the loop. After the seventh was emplaced, Cam thought his balls would be ripped off. If so, would any of this be worth it? An almost inaudible squeak slipped out. “What is that? Are you done at a mere seven hundred? I can’t be sure that would be enough. Eh?” Cam clamped down on the gag, furiously shaking his head no. “You're sure? Well then, why don’t we just cut to the chase.” Cam’s eyes popped as the final three weights were put on all at once.

The weights lightly twisted as Alex stood back with a finger to her lip, “A thousand under the table it is.” She left them on for five full minutes as Cam winced. Sweat formed over his scalp and down his back. Even his arms began to shake with the effort of bearing the weight. “I never knew they could stretch so far!” she said excitedly. “I hope for your sake they still work.” A differing pain took the place of the first as the weights were removed in quick succession. He bayed in pain as still his balls hung low. “Here, let’s get those back in place.” Slap! Her open hand strikes to his boys had the intended effect as they climbed quickly back into position even as Cam howled in agony.

His labored breathing rapid and loud, Alex began scrolling through locksmith numbers on her smartphone. Halfway through explaining to the first one she dialed, she looked at the phone in annoyance. “How rude! Well, I didn’t have any expectations.” The first bead was fed into Cam’s anus. Relaxing as much as he could, it wasn’t bigger than the butt plug he had used on himself. Alex, squatting to keep the bead from falling out, dialed the next on the phone. A second, third, and fourth bead were the result of more rejections. By the sixth insertion, Cam began to fuss as his anus stretched uncomfortably. Smack! “We’re only getting started bitch.

I would hope someone accepts your offer by the ninth! Otherwise, I think you will regret what you did all the more.” More rejections and hang-ups followed. Nine beads were now inside Cam, each eliciting fraught gasps, howls, and cries as they required more force to insert. Alex would give a smack to his wounded derrière out of spite and displeasure over his noises while she was on the phone. “…Yes, that’s correct. One thousand cash. And you’ll be here in fifteen minutes? Well thank you very much Jo. Yes, he’ll be very relieved.” Alex hung up the phone. “Looks like eleven is your lucky number.” She patted his ass cheek, “Those stay in until the locks are off.

And to think, I was beginning to look forward to fucking your ass.”

Right on time there was a knock on the door. Alex was spinning the beads in Cam’s ass and scratching his balls to his distress and shameful delight as his cock flexed hard within its cage. She left the door to the room open as she walked to the apartment’s front door. Cam was mortified as he watched her open it to a surprising locksmith indeed. A tall blond with her hair in a ponytail slipped inside with a red toolbox. She was exceedingly beautiful despite wearing dark blue coveralls.

“That’s him, right over there,” Alex gestured to Cam, still bent over the table, gagged with what remained of the anal beads sticking straight out of his backside. “That’s my special fucking idiot.” He blinked as the blond bombshell entered the room.

The toolbox was opened as Jo said with a wide grin, “Well… It’s a good thing I got curious. And just to make sure I got this right, he locked himself with all these things on for two months, gave you the keys without you knowing, and they got stolen along with your luggage?” She shook her head in disbelief.

Alex gritted her teeth with arms crossed as she slowly turned her gaze to Cam. Swat! “Así es, ¿no es así, perra?!” He yelped through the gag as the hard open hand spank caused him to squeeze the beads in his rectum harder.

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