Me: “Now, boy, you’re going to learn self-control. You’re going to hold on to those marbles in your hands and the ones in your ass for a full hour. To make sure you do, I’ve placed a few tin trays on the floor around you. I think we both know what happens when marbles are dropped onto trays like that, right?”

He looked up at me submissively, as if to beg, “Please no Sir…”

Me: “Yep, exactly, it makes a very loud noise. A noise that will easily be heard by the sound activated electro box that’s wired to your dick right now. So hold on tight, or maybe not so tight, you wouldn’t want to squeeze them too hard and force them out of your hands or ass. Haha. Oh, and if by chance you do drop them all out of either hand or your ass, I’ll be sure to fill you up again and start the hour over."

He held the marbles in his hands and in his ass pretty well for about 20 minutes. But being locked in the stocks like this is tough. It's hard work, believe it or not. He was starting to sweat pretty much all over, including his ass. Suddenly, a marble fell out of his ass. When it dropped onto the tin tray, his cock paid the price by getting a shock from the ABox sound activated e-stim box. It was quite a shock, intense enough to make him flinch and cause 2 more marbles to fall out of his ass and hit the tray. That, of course, earned him 2 more shocks to his cock. It was a vicious circle. He was going to have to get his body under control or he was going to have a full 40 minutes of torture to his cock. He shifted his body a bit, desperately trying not to drop anymore marbles out of his ass, and doing so caused one to drop from his right hand.

[ZAP!]

His cock took one more shock. Then he finally got things under control again. There were still plenty more marbles to be dropped, and he knew that if all of them were dropped from any one location, I would be restocking them and starting the hour over again.

Somehow, he managed to get through the rest of the hour, only dropping 2 more marbles and taking the punishment that came along with that mistake.

Me: "Have you learned anything from this experience?"

Boy: "Yes Sir. From now on, I'll be sure to send you exactly what you told me to send you, and on time too."

Me: "Good boy. Now go home, and be sure to do what you just told me you'd do."

I locked his dick in the Jail House chastity cage, and sent him home. For the next 3 days, I received everything on time, without fail. The following day, he only sent me half of what he was supposed to send me. Half! Not just one missing, nothing minor here. I didn't get anything from him for the second half of the day. Had his cocky attitude come back again? So I called him to find out what was going on.

Me: "Hey boy. I didn't receive the rest of your daily duties today in my e-mail. Is there a legitimate reason for that?"

Boy: "Sorry Sir."

Me: "Again, was there a legitimate reason for that boy?"

Boy: "I was horny."

Me: "Again, was there a legitimate reason I didn't receive anything from you tonight?"

Boy: "I was horny Sir."

Me: "You're not getting it, boy. I asked for a legitimate reason. You being horny is not a legitimate reason. Report to me tomorrow night at 8pm."

Boy: "But Sir..."

Me: "Don't question me, boy, just do it."

Boy: "But Sir, can we postpone it a few days, and maybe you'll be in a more lenient mood then?"

Me: "Still questioning me, boy? You were warned. I've been keeping a tally of times like this boy. Times that you didn't immediately follow my orders. Times that you tried to negotiate. Times that you questioned me in some way. Any idea how many times that's happened boy?"

Boy: "I don't know Sir, twice?"

Me: "Haha, not even close, boy. Thirteen times. And since you seem to be having a hard time sending me e-mails, you're going to apologize for this one right now."

Boy: "I'm very sorry for questioning you Sir."

Me: "Haha, no, not like that. You're going to write 'I WILL NOT QUESTION MY MASTER' on your body, 13 times. I want to see it 11 times on your chest, and twice on your ass, once on each side. Then I want you to take a photo of it and send it to me. It better be readable in the photo, not backwards, messy, or otherwise illegible the way it comes through. You have one hour to get that photo to me."

Boy: "But Sir..."

Me: "Still complaining? If you have complaints, you can write those on your sides, right down your ribs. Now, do you have any complaints boy?"

Boy: "No Sir, not at all, no complaints Sir! Sorry Sir."

About 55 minutes later, I received a photo from him. Amazingly, he had gotten it right the first time. I saw exactly what I told him to do, written 11 times on his chest, and in another pic it was written twice on his ass.

Me: "Good job, boy. I will see you tomorrow at 8pm."

Boy: "Yes Sir."

The next day, he arrived on time. I thought, maybe this boy has finally learned to behave and is looking to end his ordeal sometime soon. But he still fucked up, again, and he needed to be punished for it.

I blindfolded him and led him over to the stocks. I locked him in the stocks, but not in the traditional way. I guided his body backwards, resting his neck in the slot for it. Then I closed and locked the head stocks. I guided his hands backwards into the slots for them, which were right above where his head was locked in. I closed and locked the hand stocks as well. There he was, his body arched backwards with his head and hands locked in the stocks, facing up. It was probably the most uncomfortable way that a boy could be locked in the stocks, and he was locked in with no way out.

Me: "Comfortable?"

Boy: "No."

Me: "No who?"

Boy: "No Sir."

Me: "You might want to make sure you address me properly boy, now more than ever before. In about 5-10 minutes, you'll want out of that position more than you ever thought possible. A respectful boy might get released. An arrogant cocky jock...might not. Now, to show me just how respectful you can be and what you've learned, you're going to recite to me what you wrote on your chest and ass last night. I want to hear it out loud, 200 times. No hesitation, no stuttering, no messing up. If you do, you'll start over. You will not be released from the stocks until you get it right, 200 consecutive times."

Boy: "I will not question my Master. I will not question my Master. I will not question my Master. I will not question my Master. I will not question my Master..."

He repeated this 200 times, without messing up. He did slow down briefly around the 90^th time, just as the torturous position that he was in really started to kick in, punishing his body for all it was worth. But he pushed through it and got all 200 out.

Me: "Good boy. You're doing pretty well tonight."

I unlocked the stocks, helped him out of them, then cuffed his hands behind his back. I had intended on escorting him to the living room for a little relaxation time. But within seconds of standing up and getting cuffed, he let out an outburst that he would soon regret.

Boy: "You asshole! That was such an evil position!"

Me: "What??"

[silence]

I could tell he already regretted that outburst, but not as much as he would very soon.

I immediately led him over to another area, clipped his cuffed hands to a rope lock tie down strap hanging from above, and put some locking leather cuffs on his ankles. Then I locked a spreader bar between the ankle cuffs. I used a bungee cord to connect the center eyebolt in the spreader bar to his tied balls, short enough so he had to squat down in order to save his balls from being overstretched. Then I started cranking his arms up behind his back until he was forced to bend over at the waist and kneeling on the floor was no longer an option. I removed the chastity device since he would have no chance of touching his cock in this predicament.

Me: "This is known as strappado position, boy. It was commonly used long ago for POW interrogation, and just torture in general. I've added a nice twist to it though, your balls tied to that spreader bar between your feet. They're connected with a very ungiving bungee cord, so technically you DO have a bit of flexibility there. You can squat down more, at the cost of your quads working overtime. You can stand up higher, at the cost of stretched balls. You can straight up your body just a bit, at the cost of your arms being yanked up higher behind your back. Or you can stay like you are now, which will get very miserable before long. For that little outburst you made, you're in this one for a full hour. Complain about it, and I'll make it two hours, after I gag you with a dirty sock. Got it?"

Boy: "Yes Sir. Sorry Sir."

For the next 30 minutes, he struggled and squirmed occassionally, desperately trying to adjust his body to find a more comfortable position. But there was none. All he accomplished by moving around was tiring his body out more, making things even worse on him. A few times, I could tell he was opening his mouth to say something, but he held back. He knew I was very serious about sock gagging him and turning his punishment into 2 hours instead of 1 hour at the first sign of a complaint.

He had 30 minutes to go. Since I had released his dick from chastity, I decided to take advantage of it. I reached down and gave his cock a very light stroke with a very loose grip, then released it. About a minute later I gave it another 2 light strokes, then released it. I continued doing this, barely even touching his dick, not exactly what you'd call a firm grip. My intention was to leave him wanting more every time and from his moans and sighs I could tell I accomplished my mission.

After the full hour, he was a sweaty, dripping mess. He was exhausted.

Me: "Ok boy, now that you're released from this one, do you have any other choice words to blurt out?"

Boy: "No Sir, and I'm very sorry for my outburst, Sir. It will never happen again, Sir."