The Penalty Box

The Penalty Box

By Tyjord

 

Alexandra applauded, almost giddy over the last minute goal, as the conquering hero skated in her direction. She stood up and waved from behind the plexiglass barricade that separated her front row seat from the action on the ice. Suddenly, Alexandra winced as number 23 leaned back sharply, sending a wave of ice crystals pelting against the clear shield in front of her. Looking around in embarrassment, Alexandra saw that most, if not all of the people in the sparsely populated stadium, had not noticed the blatant display of bravado. She turned back to the ice just in time to see the devilish grin that had melted her heart on so many occasions. But this time, Alexandra made a mental note of this incident, filling it away even as she went back to cheering for her boyfriend.

 

“That was amazing, Josh,” Alexandra said as her boyfriend emerged from the locker room. He put down the duffel bag containing his hockey gear and stood before her. At twenty-one years old, Josh looked way too pretty to be involved in this rough sport. Longish dirty blonde hair, a bit damp and unkempt after the game, framed his boyish good looks. Alexandra noticed how his light colored hair and fair skin contrasted with the dark blue, skin-tight shirt he was wearing. The long sleeved, high-necked garment, currently favored by athletes involved in winter sports, showed off his exceptional physique.

 

“Thanks, babe,” he said, smiling down at the gorgeous twenty-six year old brunette. Alexandra was one of the privileged few allowed to wait for a player behind the scenes once a game was over. Josh’s continual MVP status had earned her that right, and she made use of it every chance she got. “What, no congratulations?”

 

She stood up on her toes as he bent down. The kiss was long and deep, their passion evident to everyone else in sight. Up close, Alexandra could smell that special musk Josh gave off after a game. He never smelled like sweat, it was more like raw testosterone, and it never failed to excite her. He rarely showered before leaving the arena, preferring to wait until they got home and the inevitable showering together and wild lovemaking that followed after every game. Their lips still locked, tongues dashing around the insides of each other’s mouths, Alexandra finally put her hands against his chest and pushed him back. “Let’s go home,” she said breathlessly.

 

Alexandria loved hockey, and the men that played it. A successful insurance account executive, she had plenty of free time to indulge her passion. She had taken to hanging out at the arena during practices and exhibitions. Nobody had ever questioned her. After all, she could have been a scout. The teams were organized by a privately funded hockey organization that provided opportunities for young talented players who didn’t have the money to attend specialized leagues. All of the players were at least high school graduates, and some of them were future superstars. In fact, the NHL often sent scouts on the sly to determine if there was anyone ready for a jump to the minors. Several days into her visits to the arena, Alexandra had noticed number 23. The boy was skilled, he knew it and so did everyone else. She hadn’t needed to expend much energy or resources learning more about him. Joshua Ganton, a twenty-year-old college dropout at the time, preferred playing hockey to his studies. Leaving University, he had found a full time job that allowed him enough flexibility to play during most of his free time. Alexandria had watched the boy for a few weeks before taking the plunge and meeting him after a game.

From there, things came easy and natural. She was a beautiful, successful, slightly older woman who loved a sport that he excelled in. They fell in love after their third date.

 

The steam from the shower filled the large bathroom with a hazy cloud of moisture. In the shower stall, Josh stood under the stream of water, head thrown back and hands clasped tightly behind his back. He moaned loudly as Alexandra, on her knees at his feet, continued licking his hairless balls. “Don’t move your hands,” she cautioned him as she continued. Taking his erect penis into her mouth, she gently began licking and sucking him. The distracted boy, eyes closed and head thrust back under the flowing water, did not notice as Alexandra picked up the nearly spent bar of soap from the floor of the stall. She carefully maneuvered the soap between Josh’s butt cheeks, rubbing it directly against his anus. The boy was whimpering now as his girlfriend continued to soap up his most private area. “Hush baby,” she said, momentarily stopping her oral activities. Once she resumed, she discarded the used up bar, and gently began pushing one of her soapy fingers inside him. Josh squeezed his hands together tightly behind his back, struggling to stay still as her finger slid into his rectum. The soap burned slightly, but that sensation was nowhere near as powerful as the erotic stimulation he was experiencing. He felt Alexandra’s finger begin to slide in and out, matching her oral ministrations in rhythm. He lurched forward, his cock throbbing uncontrollably as she hit his prostate. Josh threw his head back further as his imminent orgasm approached, virtually howling above the noise of the shower. Then suddenly, it stopped. Or rather she stopped. Alexandra quickly stood up, pulling her finger from his insides with one burning yank, and left his cock to twitch in frustration.

 

“Keep your hands in place,” she said as she firmly pushed down on his shoulders, guiding him into the kneeling position. Once Josh was down, the water hitting him on his shoulders, Alexandra grasped a handful of the boy’s hair at the back of his head, and yanked his head back forcefully. He yelped just as she straddled his face, bringing his mouth and nose up to her clean shaven genitals. Josh knew what was expected of him, and despite the ache in his unsatisfied balls, performed his task perfectly and with gusto. Alexandra achieved orgasm almost instantly.

 

Josh was standing again, hands still clasped tightly behind his back as he blocked the still spraying water from hitting his girlfriend. Aglow after her third orgasm, Alexandra had allowed him up and now stood looking at the boy’s perfect physique. Water dripped off of his smooth body. She ran her hand down his hairless chest, tracing a path down to his equally hairless groin and testicles. Her hand moved past his still erect penis as it moved further down. His pubes had once been shaved as part of the team initiation, he claimed the idea came from some movie, and she had been so intrigued by it that she had him do it again for her. She liked the results so much that she now insisted he remain smooth from the neck down. He never argued, and as a gift for his obedience, Alexandra had shaved her genital area for him shortly thereafter. Neither had gone back since. She cupped his testicles gently, watching as his face contorted with the ache he felt from lack of release. “I love you,” she said as she gave them a firm squeeze, “but you aren’t going to come.” Josh could only groan as she reached behind him and turned off the water.

 

He knew she was in one of her “moods”. The episode in the shower had made that uncomfortably obvious to him. Now, standing, still naked and alone, in the bathroom, Josh wondered what was next. It hadn’t been long after they became an item before Alexandra’s dominant side had started asserting itself. She became very controlling in their private life and always maintained that control during their sexual escapades. Josh had gone through a variety of feelings about this. At first he chalked it up to his relative inexperience at dealing with women. After all, he had devoted almost all of his free time to hockey. Then, he convinced himself that she was just plain kinky. Mostly he was ok with it, but, as their relationship progressed, he had become a bit leery of some of the things she wanted to do. Of course, he loved her with all his heart, and she was so into it, there was no way he could refuse her anything. Within the first three months of their being together, Josh had moved into her spacious apartment and had experienced things he never dreamt of. Once they were living together, Alexandra had introduced him to bondage, erotic discipline, and plain old subservience. She totally got off on having her pretty boy athlete tied up and at her mercy or just waiting on her hand and foot. Although it was not a 24-hour lifestyle for her, Alexandra did have times when one of her “moods” overcame her, and Josh knew this was going to be one of them.

 

Alexandra returned, fully dressed, to the bathroom. She found Josh, still standing with his hands behind his back, naked and still a bit wet form the shower. She smiled warmly, touched by his obedience. “Here, I brought you something to wear,” she said as she held out one of his skimpy white nylon/lycra jock straps. One of the things she had taken full control over once he moved in with her was his wardrobe. Gone were his boxer shorts and boxer briefs, replaced by bikinis, thongs, and jock straps, all special ordered from internet sites. And while Alexandra never asserted her control over him in public, one of her favorite ways to play was to send him to practice or a game wearing a skimpy pair of underwear. The challenge for Josh was to find a way to change into his uniform at the arena, without his macho, posturing teammates seeing what he was wearing under his clothes. Despite a few close calls, he had managed to so far, not get caught. She had also replaced all of his frumpy looking cotton thermal underwear with high tech, state of the art, skin-tight sportswear. It took him some time to get used to that as well, especially the leggings, but those things were gaining popularity among young people in all sports, so he was eventually able to wear them openly. She especially liked it when he wore them around the house, and would not hesitate to embarrass him with comments about his physique and how much he looked like a danseur. “Here, I’ll help you get into it. Just lift your leg,” Alexandria said as she held the jock out for him. Knowing better than to remove his hands from behind his back, Josh struggled to balance as he lifted first one leg, then the other, allowing her to slide the tight fitting pouch up his legs. She kissed his semi-erect cock just before she covered it with the stretchy material, and then adjusted the straps and low waistband until achieving the fit she was looking for. Josh blushed as she took in his sparsely dressed form.

 

Alexandra loved to keep him as naked as possible around the house, especially when she was fully dressed. She was a firm believer in using humiliation as a tool to maintain control, and so far, Josh had proven how effective her methods were. In contrast to his near nakedness, she was dressed in tight black jeans and a form fitting, blood red t-shirt. Her feet were bare, but overall she was comfortably dressed for an evening lounging at home. “You’ve shown amazing control tonight, I’m very proud of you.”

 

Josh raised his eyes from the tile floor, where his gaze had gone as she was surveying his body, and gave her that devilish grin again. “It wasn’t easy,” he said.

 

“I’m sure. Your arms must ache from holding them in that position for so long.”

 

Josh blushed once again. “Not as much as my balls.”

 

Alexandra chuckled. “Well, I can help you with one of those problems right now.”

 

Josh new from the fact that his genitals were now covered that sexual relief was not what she was referring to. So he exhibited little surprise when she pulled a pair of leather wrist restraints out from behind her back. She moved quickly behind the boy and buckled each manacle in place. He felt the leather tighten to an almost uncomfortable point, then heard the subtle clicks that meant she had padlocked them in place. He knew he was in for a long, hard night. He tested what little play he had in the restraints. His hands were now connected behind his back with just two inches of chain between them. It was obvious to him that the ache in his shoulders would receive no relief for a while. “There,” she said magnanimously, “now you don’t have to worry about holding your hands in place.”

 

“Thanks,” he said sarcastically, knowing immediately the mistake he had made. Josh watched fearfully as Alexandra’s expression hardened. He chastised himself over his own stupidity. He knew once she got into one of her dominant moods, there were lines he should not cross.

 

“Get your sarcastic ass into the living room and get down on your knees by the couch,” she growled at him. Knowing better than to disobey once she took on that tone, the boy hurried out of the bathroom. As he took his assigned place on the floor, he noticed a large

box placed in the corner of the room. He had not seen it when he left for his game, and had been too preoccupied to notice it when they had gotten home. It looked to be about three feet square, and made of some sort of black plastic. It had an ominous air, and the boy got a chill just looking at it. He heard his girlfriend approach behind him, knowing better than to turn around and look. It was best to just ride out her anger and hope that his obedience would soothe her temper, if not her mood. She passed him, and moved in the direction of the box. Josh heard sounds that convinced him she had opened it, but controlled his urge to turn his head and look. In moments, after the unmistakable sounds of rustling chains and leather, she sat down on the couch facing him.

 

“Tonight we’re going to begin a new phase for you,” she said as she played with some sort of shiny black object in her hands. It had straps, but what they were attached to was cupped protectively in her hands. “Actions have consequences, and it’s time you learned that.” The boy trembled a bit in fear and anticipation, making her smile. She loved when he was afraid of her. “I’ve decided that you make too much noise. Whether it’s your groaning and moaning, or your ill-advised comments, it stops tonight.” She held up the object in her hands for him to see, and he knew immediately what he was looking at. Sticking out from behind the large pad the straps were connected to was a large gag shaped like the mouth guard he wore when playing hockey. It was quite a bit larger though and the black, PVC material was much more intimidating than the clear plastic he was used to. “Now open wide like a good boy, or I’ll get your favorite one and gag you with that instead.”

 

Josh closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Her knew her opinion of his favorite gag was the one shaped like a penis, and he had no desire to ride out her mood with a cock nudging the back of his throat. He felt the shiny material touch his lips. “Kiss it first,” he heard her say. He did so tenderly, pretending he was kissing her. Then he felt her working it into his mouth. It was slightly flexible, but not enough to make it easy to insert. He had to open his mouth to its widest point as she pushed it in. His top and bottom teeth fit right into the grooves, while the center piece filled his oral cavity, depressing his tongue. He whimpered softly as it slid in completely and he felt the pad press against his lips. He submissively bent his head forward allowing his mistress to buckle and lock the straps behind his head. When it was done, he looked at her again. She had leaned back on the couch and was just staring at him. He felt uncomfortable and helpless under her gaze, especially now that he was deprived of the ability to speak. He shuddered involuntarily and watched her grin in response. Josh hated to be gagged. He had learned to accept the ever increasing variety of bodily restraints Alexandra used on him, but when she filled his mouth, his world felt like it was crashing down on him. There was no hope of objecting, even if he wanted to. No safeword or even pleading for mercy. There was only pathetic sounds of helplessness and, at times, suffering. All of which he endured because she wanted him to.

 

“Not so bad is it? Maybe a bit bigger than you’re used to, but you’ll adapt.” She sat forward on the couch, almost face to face with her boy toy, “aren’t you going to thank me, slave?” humiliated, the boy made an unintelligible gurgle from behind the locked device. “Excellent,” she said, “much better than some of the stuff that has been coming out of that hole lately.” He gulped involuntarily, a sizeable amount of his trapped saliva passing down his throat. That, combined with the rubbery taste of the gag almost made him wretch.

 

“Now,” she said, rising from the couch, “let’s talk about your other behavioral problem that needs correcting. Or rather I’ll talk, since your mouth is full.” She went and sat down on top of the black box. “Come over here, and don’t bother to get up.” She watched as Josh shuffled across the room on his knees. “You know I love you too much to cause you any sort of public embarrassment, even though I know you love me enough that you would accept it if I did. Well, I think I’ve found a way to deal with your problematic public behavior. This is your at home “penalty box” and just like during a game, if you break a rule, you go to the box. This one however, is nowhere near as comfortable as what you’re used to, and the only rule you have to worry about is displeasing me.” She rose from her seat and opened two latches on each side of the ominous box, allowing the front to open downward. “Now, your home penalty box has some special features that you will I’m sure become familiar with over time, but for right now, we’ll just start with the basics. Turn around with your back to the box.”

 

Josh grunted behind his gag as he shifted his position. He had tried to peer into the small dark space prior to turning, but was met with a frustrating lack of success. He heard a rattle of chain and then felt Alexandra attaching something to the middle of his wrist cuffs. Then he heard what sounded like a ratchet being cranked, and felt a tug on his arms. “Just go with the flow 23,” he heard her say as he shuffled backwards towards the box. He knew he was in trouble. She had a scary habit of calling him by his player number when she was mad. He felt his legs touch the underside of the box just as she told him to stop moving and sit on his rear instead of his knees. He complied quickly, flopping back and pushing his legs out in front of him. In seconds, she appeared in front of him with ankle cuffs similar to the ones on his wrists. These already had a chain attached to the middle that trailed off somewhere behind him. She wasted no time buckling and locking them around his ankles, and then disappeared behind him again. The sound of the ratchet started again and, looking down, the boy saw the excess chain attached to his feet start receding. When he felt the tug, he began pushing himself backwards again. He knew he was being pulled by both his arms and legs into the tiny box. He broke out in a nervous sweat when the back of his head butted up against the top of the box. Alexandra appeared in front of him again and, reaching into the box on his side, withdrew a leather collar with more chain attached. She locked the collar around his neck, kissed him on top of his gagged lips and smiled sweetly. It was like she was saying goodbye.

 

“I need you to lower your head as far as you can, scoot into the box all the way, then pull your legs up as far as you can.” She watched him as he attempted to comply. It took some time, and more muffled grunts, but he managed to get himself mostly inside. His head was bent with his chin touching his chest, the tips of his toes were just sticking over the bottom edge, and his arms were pressed against the back wall. “Great, now hold that pose a minute,” she said as she again disappeared from his sight. The noise began again and the helpless boy felt himself being constricted even further into his new prison. His wrists were now moving upward along the box and his back. They didn’t stop until his elbows hit the sides of the box. His legs were pulled forcefully toward his stomach, and his head moved lower until his chin was touching his knees. By the time the hated ratcheting sound stopped, the tension on his muscles was strenuous and painful. Josh knew that only his limber, athletic body was saving him from this being more than unbearable.

 

“Okay, 23, this is where your going to be for the duration of your penalty time. While you’re in there, I suggest you think about how necessary it was to stop short on the ice today and send that cloud of shavings in my direction. Arrogance, even in the face of success, will not be tolerated. Have a good time,” she said as Josh tried to communicate his discomfort through the gag that filled his mouth. Pathetic, unintelligible sounds emanated from the helpless boy as Alexandra did her best to imitate his infuriating smirk.

She almost wished he could have seen her do it, but with his head and neck pulled down by the collar, he could see nothing but his own crotch. With that, Alexandra raised the front of the box and closed him in. She snapped the latches into place and locked them with four heavy padlocks. Satisfied, she sat down on the couch, facing the box, and spent the next few hours alternating between a good book and pleasuring herself while thinking of her captive love.