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Jasper took his boyfriend Ryan to see the movie he’d been begging to go see. He’d been a good and obedient boy and Jasper thought it was a right reward. They went to a matinee and the theater was half empty; they took a seat in the back. The movie had a good advertising team but began to lose its appeal halfway through. Without anything to distract him from being horny, Ryan began to squirm.

Jasper pulled him into his lap and with great care, unbuttoned his pants and worked the zipper down without a sound. He slid a hand the heat of Ryan’s pants and cupped the locked cock he found within. Ryan arched into his hand instinctively, one of his own hands on Jasper’s wrists – if they got caught…! Jasper didn’t seem to feel threatened. He settled in, seeming quite comfortable. Then, Ryan felt it. Jasper was touching him, but just the tip of his finger and just the slit of skin attainable through the piss window of the chastity cage. He was caressing it gently, over and over and over and over, worrying at it distractedly as he watched the movie.

Ryan bit off a moan. It was just a tiny percentage of skin but his body felt on fire and responded immediately, mistakenly believing all him was being stroked. His cock swelled to a near painful level, pushing hard against the plastic. He whispered a plea for Jasper to stop but he brushed Ryan off and continued to tease him; soon Jasper’s fingers were wet from pre-cum. Soon the excess ran over his digits and dampened Ryan’s underwear.

The skin became quite sensitive and Ryan began to twitch and jolt because the orgasm kept building and building without release. It was becoming harder to mask his breathing, his involuntary squeaks. Jasper let him carry on until he was at risk of embarrassing himself, then he stopped. He cupped Ryan’s balls in his hand and let his hand rest, enjoying the feeling of the full things throbbing in his hand. Ryan was sure he’d make it through the rest of the movie like this until Jasper began to rub his thumb against his sac. The pre-cum began to drip again and he was mere seconds away from begging for a fuck, for some relief, an end to this delicious misery…. but Jasper had more wicked ideas.

He unzipped his coat pocket and took something out in a plastic bag. It was hard to see what it was in the dark theater, but when Jasper pressed it into Ryan’s hand – he knew what it was: the longest, thickest plug he owned. Jasper’s husky whisper filled his ear. “Go to the bathroom and put it inside of you. There’s a packet of travel lube in there. Work it until you began to drip again, then remove your underwear, put them in the back, and come back to me.”

Ryan had no option but to obey, as his other choice was to sit there frustrated out of his mind. At least being full would help take the edge off and push some of the cum out of his heavy balls. He felt bad though, for the guy who heard him groan when the plug popped in – he left the bathroom so fast he practically ran.

Ten minutes later, Ryan returned to his boyfriend with mincing steps. Every move he made pushed the plug against his prostate, clouding his mind with lust and desire. His cock ached and his pre-cum now ran down his thigh. Jasper tucked the bag with his underwear in it back inside his jacket as if it were a cellphone or a wallet.

“Good boy,” he murmured. Ryan was sure this was nearly over; the movie was coming to a close. He would survive sitting plugged for another fifteen minutes…as long as he didn’t move. Then, then Jasper reached over, slid his hand into Ryan’s pants, and began to tease his dick through the slit again. There was nothing he could do except bite back the moans.

It was the longest movie ending in Ryan’s life, but it was marginally improved by how horny he felt. He was entirely sure he’d be fucked by Jasper in the car, or taken home and fucked, or fucked ere in the bathroom… but Jasper was evil and with a casual air, mildly informed Ryan they were going out to dinner afterwards. Ryan groaned. His balls felt like they were going to explode, but it wasn’t Jasper’s concern when Ryan got to come or not. Milking could always be done later, after a nice slow dinner and drinks. Or perhaps not at all. He would hate to spoil the pent up seed and take away Ryan’s reason to beg him for a morning fuck. …and Jasper did like to hear Ryan beg.

When they were in the parking, Jasper noticed his boyfriend was lingering so he  gave Ryan a swat on the ass, pushing the plug right into his gland. Ryan cried out in ecstasy and fresh hot seed ran down his leg.
“Come on love, hurry up now, or we’ll miss our reservation.”

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Imagine waking up on a lazy Sunday morning, and this is what you see when you open your eyes. Your boyfriend, full of sexual energy, shaking his bubble butt in your face while his hands and tongue are teasing your morning wood. He’s one uncontrollably horny mess, on top of you, desperately begging for attention without saying a word. Apparently the few days of denial and cock teasing starts having it’s effect… and the day has only just begun!

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I know, I know. Religion is outdated, atheism is in. Americans are shedding their faith faster than last’s seasons iPhone. I mean, I get it – if you try to take the Bible literally it’s impossible to accept from a logical standpoint. It’s the message though that I like. I don’t see anything wrong though with believing that some great, divine power guides nature and humanity, using the universe as a cosmic canvas. When life falls apart or seems uncertain, I love to go to church and bask in the light streaming through stained-glass windows. It reminds me to not worry about things I cannot control, to accept things I cannot change, and it invigorates me to make what improvements I can.

There is one school of religious thought that I still cling to though. Purity. The whole concept of “my body is a temple”. Technically, I was born in this world with one biological purpose – to reproduce with a female counterpart – but the Divine Power gave me a special assignment. I turned out homosexual, with interest and lust towards men only. Although with science’s advancements and adoption, I could very well still reproduce, but is no longer my primary function. I did not know exactly what it is.

I was confused for many years because I also did not understand why the Divine Power would reassign my purpose but allow me to keep my penis and testicles and sex drive. One morning while listening to the choir sing hymns, the answer to my question of purpose came to me. Love. Even if I was not destined to reproduce, the Divine Power wanted me to go forth and share the awesomeness of world through the lens of love. I figured that two people bonded as soulmates that shared sexual energy would be a better conduit of this power than a solo individual. Love was the difference between being *in* the universe and *part* of the universe.

I could still give my body and virginity to someone I cherished. It would be a gift I could only give once, though, and I felt great responsibility to protect it. Perhaps I’m just silly. Perhaps it’s all in my head, that I’ve over-estimated my own importance. Deep down, I know I’m weak. I need the reassurance that there is a plan for me. I need faith.

So, that is why I locked myself up. I do not believe masturbation is a misdeed, I just worry that if I became complacent with my cock I would take advantage of it and slowly lose the magic behind intimacy. When you experience an orgasm, your whole body becomes an unstoppable engine of hormones and muscle. I don’t think people appreciate it enough. When I finally bed the right man who will take my virginity, I want it to be ceremonial. I want each climax to be a religious experience. I want to wake up the next morning feeling enlightened and new.

I am still young though, and that man will come. For now, I still go to church on Sunday and take long, solitary walks under the stars and keep my hands off my cock.

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Noah gasped and stumbled backwards, crashing into the desk and bruising his hip. The vibration surged through his nerves, up his spine, and worked its magic by loosening his limbs. He pursed full lips and whimpered, but the metal cage around his cock held firm. He must not cum. Noah heard a rustle outside the door and froze, then sighed in relief when it passed. This was technically his open office hours but the door was locked. If a student knocked, he’d eventually have to explain why he didn’t answer.

Another wave of vibration went through him. Noah put his fingers back near his pussy in some foggy headed attempt to control the power, to smooth the sweet ache. His Master knew exactly when he had time off between teaching classes and had set the vibrator to go off at the opportunite moment. Just minutes before, Noah had received a text message instructing him to strip. To do this at work, with just a door between him and the school, was terrifying and thrilling.

A soft moan slipped past his lips. He hated chastity cages, but his Master had put him into one as he dressed his pet this morning. He also bent him over and slid a vibrating bullet up his freshly washed ass. Noah’s Master wanted him to feel that grip around his cock the entire morning, so by the time that vibrator kicked in he was going to be drowning in lust.

Part of him wanted to rip that cage off and masturbate furiously. The other half of him, the half that won, clutched the desk and repeated to himself over and over: be good. Soon, that first part of him would be gone. This is what his Master wanted; it pleased him to know he could control his boy from afar. Noah hoped one day the training collar he wore at home would be replaced by a real collar. That would never happen if he couldn’t surrender his body’s sex drive to his Master’s hands. Noah had heard so many wonderful rumors about anal sex, hands-free orgasms, and the effects of temporary denial, but they all required another man – a superior man with a superior cock to wean him off his addiction to self pleasure.

Noan’s trapped cock leaked long strings of pre-cum. A shudder went through him as light orgasm rippled outwards from his prostate. He covered his mouth to quiet a groan. Something was happening, building, building, building. His cock felt like it was going to explode out of its restraint any second. He clenched his ass cheeks together, which made the vibrations ten times more amazing. It felt wonderful. It was coming, it was almost here, any second-! …And then it stopped.

“No!” he gasped, panting. “Noo….fuck I wanna cum, oh god Sir let me cum please,” he begged, but no one was there. Noah let out a frustrated sob. His cock was almost purple, and there was a puddle on the floor. Then, his phone rang. He dove for it.

On the other line, his Master chuckled. “Let me hear how horny you are boy.”
“Please Sir, please, turn the vibration back on, please I was so close, I was so. close. to having an anal orgasm please, oh god. I’m so horny, the room is spinning. Holy shit.”
“No…it will stay off.”
Noah whined in a loud, petulant way.
“I want that bullet nudging your prostate through-out the afternoon. We are having an early dinner with a bunch of other Masters and I intend to fuck you over the table for dessert. I want them to see your helpless trapped cock and all the mess you’ve made in your underwear. Is it damp?”
“Very Sir,” he leaned against the desk to catch his breath. “There is so much precum on the floor. uugh I want to jerk off so badly!”
“But you won’t.”
A helpless, frustrated noise passed his lips. “No. No I won’t Sir. I’m going to be good, just…very horny.”
“Yes,” he exhaled, “That’s what I want. Good slave. Now, take a picture of all the mess you made and send it to me. Then, clean it up, and get dressed. You have class in forty minutes and you have to eat and be presentable.

Noah replied with a submissive "Yes Sir”. They chatted a little longer and hung up. Noah set the phone down on the table and heaved a sigh of major frustration. The urge to climax was fading but he was hornier than ever. He wrapped his hands around his cock and felt nothing but the metal.
“Fuck.” He couldn’t. He couldn’t cum. His hand dipped to cup his balls; they were hot and swollen. The old part of Noah should have been somewhat humiliated at the idea of being fucked over a table in front of a bunch of Master’s friends, but now he couldn’t wait. His Master would be so pleased with his body and it would feel so very, very good.

Teaching the afternoon class on astrophysics was going to be a challenge, though. Maybe in 40 minutes the blush would have faded from his cheek and the pre-cum would stop dripping. 

Noah reached for his underwear. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

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Rupert shifted and panted, deep into a three hour heat. His cock was swollen in its cage, and there a trail of pre-cum around the house. James had edged him by ghosting his fingerpads over his sensitive cock and balls and worked his boy’s nipples until Rupert was a mewling, crazed mess, desperate and insane to cum… but then James got a call, something about a patient who put their hand through a meat grinder and required James’ skill. He left. Rubert had to fight every second to keep his fingers out of his body, away from the source of all his pleasure, the sweet gland responsible for his orgasms. Oh when will he be back? All of his nerves were running hot, even the carpet felt abrasive under his shins. Oh god James, isn’t this an emergency too? When will be home to fuck Rupert senseless? He hated that patient, hoping they’d just cut the hand off and be done with it. Rupert whimpered. All he could do was wait, wait and drip.

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“Take off your pants Nathan and sit in the chair. I’ve been telling Mr. Lansky about the benefits of locking up husbands and he wants to see it himself.”
“B-but…” I stammer. Mr. Lansky is Sir’s boss! I’ve been so goddamn horny all day; I spent an hour just playing with a dildo… if anyone touches my locked cock, I’m gonna start dripping everywhere. I’ve been in that office a million times dropping off lunch. Sir knows how I am when I’m super horny…oh god, I can’t show my face in that office again if Mr. Lansky sees me in that state. Sir looks displeased. My blood runs cold when I realize that if I infuriate him, he might just give me a spanking in front of Mr. Landry. That’d be even worse since spankings often trigger ruined orgasms.

I work my jaw a few times but can’t come up with a good response. I surrender and strip off my loose pants. I’m not allowed underwear. My cheeks feel hot as this is frankly humiliating. I sit but with my hands covering my cage, my gaze on the floor.
“Shy isn’t he?” Mr. Lansky chuckles.
“Nathan.” His tone makes me flinch, “Hands up. You’re embarrassing me in front of Mr. Lansky.”
I have a feeling I’m going to get a spanking later anyway. With a sigh of resignation I lift my hands up and hold onto the back of the chair. Sir pushes my legs apart so Mr. Lansky can get a full view of my locked cock.
“Wow…” he breathes. I try not to squirm under his gaze, “What a marvelous job you did here, Mr. Anderson. A good shave job, and he fits so perfectly in that cage.”
“Go ahead, touch it.”
I whimper.
“Shush Nathan. Don’t make me get your gag.”
Mr. Lansky reaches out to cup my very full balls and I can’t help but moan involuntarily. I’ve been locked up for 70 days by this point and every touch makes my cock swell in its plastic prison. I’m horrified by how much I hope Mr. Lansky will fuck me although I don’t find him physically attractive at all. 
“His balls are such a lovely shape…taut and inflated like a little balloon. When was the last time he came?” Mr. Lasky’s rough fingerpads roam over my sensitive flesh.

Sir laughs, “Oh he’s not allowed to cum. That’s the joy of it! The cage prevents erections and orgasms, so my husband is constantly aroused. When Nathan and I began dating, our sex schedules never lined up which was frustrating for both of us. Nathan naturally submits to me though, so it was best to just lock his cock up and stop giving him access to it. Whe went from having sex once or twice a month, to now he’s so desperate for a fucking that he begs me for it.”

Mr. Lansky is still caressing me. My eyes flutter and I roll my hips into his hands. He sneers at me in my unraveling state, “Very horny. Doesn’t the spunk get built up though?”
Sir rubs his thumb over my lower lip, “He drips mostly, which is really lovely. Once in a while I’ll milk him with e-stim because his muscles will release his seed without giving him an orgasm. By the time he’s cum, he’s so incredibly horny that he tries to climb into my lap to ride my cock. He never used to like anal so much but he’s accepted it’s how he gets any pleasure.”
I realize my cock started to drip long threads of pre-cum during Sir’s explanation. I look at Sir who is smirking at me. “See? He’s my little slut now. Any touch at all just makes him leak.”
“That’s all it takes?” Mr. Lansky asks, still stroking. My cock is trying so hard to swell up that my foreskin has pushed out of the tip out of the slit and he’s been tickling it with his fingers. Oh god, it feels fantastic, pushing me right to the brink–!
My head is buzzing, only focused on one thing although some part of me is ready to cry with shame. “Please don’t stop …” I hear myself say, “I need to cum oh god I need to cum…” I whimper, bucking my hips forward.

Sir takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and hands it to Mr. Lansky to clean me up. “No, boy. I’ll fuck you later tonight.”
“Please …please now…” I pant.
Mr. Lansky speaks up, “I’d like to see that.”

Sir thinks about it. “Later. After dinner. Here, Mr. Lansky, I’ll show you the set-up we use when we eat out.” Sir’s boss finishes wiping me up then stands up and joins Sir over at the kitchen table. I can hear them talking as if I’m not right there. “See, I insert this plug up his ass and put it on a low setting…and he’s going to drip a lot though, so it’s best to put a pad into this pair of underwear to absorb it all. Oh and this…”
“What is that?”
“This goes around his balls, and it’s rather devious. It provides the tiniest of shocks to make it feel like someone is squeezing his nuts.”
“Does that hurt him?” Sir’s boss inquiries.
Since their backs are turned, I can’t help but turn my attention to my frustrated cock. I rub the base of it with my fingers and pull on the plastic sleeve to get just the smallest amount of friction.
“No, it feels really good. By dessert his panties should be soaked. When we get home, I’ll show you how eager he is in bed. By the time you get home tonight, you’re going to want to lock up your boytoy too.”
Mr. Lansky sighs, “Oh I already do. This is marvelous. …Hey what is Nathan doing over there?”
“What?” Sir Anderson turns his attention to me, “NATHAN! No. Stop touching it. Come here, let’s get you settled so we can put your pants on.”

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I love this part of the morning when Vaughn’s cock has woken up but his mind has not. His cock is trying its best to obtain its morning wood and swells painfully in its plastic confines. He’s been locked up for a week now, and now every morning leaves him more maddeningly frustrated than the last. I listen to him moan and hump the bed for an orgasm that will never come.

Vaughn used to hump the bed often in his sleep and ruin not only the sheets, but any chance of sex before breakfast which is my favorite. Something had to be done. He of course protested surrendering use of his cock to me, but I can tell he loves being horny for me all the time because it means we have more sex. A lot more sex. When I tell him he’s gorgeous riding my cock like a champion, he just drips like a faucet. That mental image makes my erection throb. Enough of this farce. I lubricate my cock and crawl onto the bed to mount that big bubble butt. He’ll feel better once I’ve fucked him and reminded him of his role in our relationship.

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