Karen had always been hard on her son.
She expected the best, she expected him to do as she asked; she expected him to behave.
She wanted her boy to be the best.
Danny had been home from school a few hours before she arrived from work. He’d put his shoes away, cleaned up the kitchen a little and plonked down in front of the TV.
She’d had a long, hard day and wanted to come home to relax with a bottle of wine and have some peace and quiet with her paperback novels, but unfortunately she’d received his report card that morning and it was not up to her standards. He could do far better, and she knew it.
The sounds of shuffling feet and a bag being hung up echoed through the house over the noise from the television.
“Danny!” She called. He knew that tone.
Karen burst into the room while he laid on the sofa, his feet right up on the cushions complete with black-bottomed dirty socks. He was still in his uniform, and hadn’t bothered to change. He had dirty blonde hair and a strong jaw that had just begun growing a little scruff.
Karen was a greying ginger lady; short, but curvy and despite her years she still had it.
“What the hell is this?” she asked him, waving a few sheets of yellow paper around. It had a few grids on it, and he immediately knew what it was.
He hadn’t done fantastically in school, and he’d been losing concentration in class thanks to a girl in his class – Jennifer. Perfect, distracting Jennifer.
She was a few months younger than he was with long black hair, she was a swimmer outside of school and competed regionally. She was pretty popular, but she really liked him back and they’d text under the table and make faces across the room while the teacher wasn’t looking.
“This is worse than last time! I thought we discussed this? What’s gotten into you?” She scolded.
He was filled with a mixture of embarrassment and dread. He’d been caught… he didn’t know the reports were arriving today, and he’d hoped to get his hands on the report before his mother found it in the mail.
He could find no words to answer her with.
“Fine. Come with me.”
Karen grabbed him by the collar and dragged him all the way upstairs. He lost his footing and nearly fell.
They entered her room. There was a large king sized bed that had been half empty since Danny’s father had walked out on them.
He wasn’t sure if they were always there, but attached to each side of the headrest was a set of handcuffs which he found himself being strapped into. For a little lady, she was pretty strong. Resisting would only net him more trouble than he was already in.
“I’ve told you what I expect of you, and yet you constantly disappoint me.”
“Mom, stop! I’m sorry!” Danny cried, to no avail. His pants were already being ripped from his body. He tried to lift his head to see what was going on.
“I know exactly what’s happening, I’ve spoken to your teacher on the phone today. That whore isn’t good enough for you.”
Jennifer. She already knew.
Karen shuffled around in her wardrobe, on the upper shelf in a box. She was up on her tip toes trying to reach it until the finally pulled something out. As she turned back to him he could see a metal cage between her fingers, shimmering in the light.
“This will keep you on the straight and narrow!”
“Mom, what is that?! Stop!”
Before he knew it, she was already cupping his balls between her hands. Her fingers were a little cold to the touch, but the mixture of fear and unfamiliarity of the situation gave him a puzzling erection that he couldn’t explain and didn’t want.
He struggled against the handcuffs, pulling and pulling to no avail.
“Ugh, let me go!”
“No, not until I’ve given you your punishment.” She replied, her voice calm but unnerving.
Twiddling his testicles around between her fingers, she gave them a sharp tug. It wasn’t enough that it hurt too much, but it was an experience unlike anything he’d felt before. It was weird that his own mother was touching him here, but … he kinda liked it. Danny had never had any contact with any girl like this before.
“Hmm, not enough huh?” She grinned, sliding her hand under his sack.
“How about this?”
She began squeezing them, harder and harder. At first it felt strangely nice, but as she applied more and more pressure it began to hurt. It wasn’t a pain he was accustom to either, not like spraining an ankle or bumping your head, this was different.
It was so all-encompassing that it began to feel good, she had complete control over him now. His own mother literally had him by the balls.
His erection grew harder and he could feel it pulsing uncontrollably.
She grabbed it and smirked.
“She can never have this, you know. Not unless I say so.”
Danny moaned and grunted. He shouldn’t be liking this so much, but he couldn’t help himself.
Slowly, Karen massaged the bottom of his head and drove him wild – Danny began to thrust uncontrollably.
“That’s what I thought. While you’re under my roof, you’re under my control. Is that understood?”
“Y-yes…” he mumbled.
“What was that?” she said, squeezing his balls again in her palm.
“YES!” he shouted now.
Suddenly he felt something cold and hard against him, pressing down on his boner and squeezing all of his manhood into place.
“What’s that?!” he whimpered.
“Don’t worry about what that is. Worry about her. Jennifer!”
His crush walked in, puzzled and confused. She saw what was happening to him, the chastity device on his pulsing cock, and raised her hands to her mouth in shock.
“This boy is mine, do you hear me?” Karen said, sternly.
Jennifer burst out in tears out of fear for Danny. She wouldn’t be talking to him again.