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Has the bf let you out of chastity yet?

Has the bf let you out of chastity yet?

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pupnobley:

Yes, he has… Story time! =P

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We spent all Christmas with family, except for Christmas day. When we arrived home, he immediately ordered me to undress and get the ropes ready. He tied me in a chest harness, with my arms at my sides. Then he blindfolded me, put on some nipple clamps and used two extra pieces of rope to tie my hands to the bedframe, so I could juuuuust touch myself slightly when he unlocked me. He then edged me for a few minutes and left me squirming there as he spent some time in the kitchen. He came back twenty minutes later and edged me again.. and again… and again…. for quite some time. My nipples got quite sore, so I was quickly moaning loudly as it was at least one and a half month since I came. =$

I asked my boyfriend f I was allowed to cum. 
‘How many times?’, he grinned. Apparently he wanted to negotiate and I was not quite sure what the right answer was. 
‘Two?’, I said hesitantly
Bf grinned again, ‘four, at least’
Those last two words made me shiver. I know how much my boyfriend loves forced orgasms after a long edging. I can cum multiple times in a row fairly easily when I’m jerking off myself, but with my boyfriend in control, I knew every one of them was going to be agonizing and probably ruined. I decided to lower my bet:
‘One?’
My boyfriend said nothing. Meanwhile the touch of only one finger was keeping me on the edge and I was not sure whether to fight against cumming, or to try my best to tense my body trying to spurt a load. Not that I would be able to… In the end it’s always my boyfriend who makes that decision, as he’s perfectly capable of stopping riiiiight on time. I’m such an easy read. >_<
I sighed..
‘Zero then?’
My boyfriend raised an eyebrow: ‘Oooooh so you don’t want to cum? Is that what you’re asking?! You want me to lock you back up?’
I squirmed and didn’t say anything. Lots of thoughts raced through my mind; Yes locking back up would be hot, but bf said I deserved an orgasm and he promised that. Yes I love to finally blow my load all over myself, but my boyfriend would probably ruin it and give me some serious post orgasm torture…. There was no way to win this game, it wasn’t me who was in control.

‘If you can’t make up your mind, I will’, bf said. He took off the nipple clamps and gave them a good rub. I swear I almost came from that alone! Then he started with agonizingly sloooow strokes on my cock. First with a firm grip on the shaft of my cock, then only the tip, then only three fingers.. two fingers… eventually he had me edging with only the tip of his tongue flicking against my glans. The slightest touch would be enough to get me over the edge. He stopped for a minute and started the cycle all over again and I still had no idea if I was allowed to cum or not. He repeated, and repeated and repeated, while I laid there enduring this edging heaven and hell in one. During the final cycle, bf kept his tongue flicking against my cock head. My moaning increased. He didn’t stop. I tensed my legs and arched my back as far as the ropes allowed. He didn’t stop. I shaked and screamed. He didn’t stop. My whole body tensed up as he went over the point of no return, I was cumming hard and still…. He didn’t stop. Fuck it was intense to cum with so little stimulation. Right after I came, I was so incredibly sensitised that my cock hurted from all the stimulation. I was panting and quite blown away by the experience.
My boyfriend noticed that and stopped the post orgasm torture… He took off the blindfold, untied the ropes and laid down next to me with a smile. He hugged me tight and whispered in my ear:  ‘Merry Christmas, dear!’

Wow. Now that is an excellent Christmas present – relief, love, bonding! Even Santa can’t deliver that.

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kaidevik:

When keeping boys in chastity for the long-term, cute sweatpants are a good alternative for tight jeans, and make it easier to inspect and play with him.

I caught Trent’s eye, and he gave me a little smile. He liked to show off his cage for me. He called it “sunning”, and letting his cock “breathe”. I didn’t really get it. I think it was all a show for me. I walked over to Trent licking my lips. I put a hand over the back of the sofa and leaned in to cup his balls. He sighed and lifted up his hips. I stroked the taut flesh of his perfectly circular little testicles until he began to writhe. I pulled on them, trying to elongate his sac, making sure my fingertips caressed him in slow tortuous ways.
“Taka!” he gasped, trying to wiggle away.
I chuckled. “You are very hot. Love to feel how full you are. I wonder how many jerk sessions I’ve prevented. Look at you, all swelling in your cage without an escape. Look at it straining…so horny.”
He whimpered. I continued to hold and pet his balls, rolling them in my fingers and drawing little circles with my thumb. Trent’s cock was red and straining against its confines. I gave him a squeeze and then ghosted my fingers over his velvety skin. Trent jerked under me and grabbed my wrist.
“Taka!” he begged, his voice raspy. “Please-”
“You’re not going to ask me to stop are you?”
He whimpered even more. I smirked, and didn’t stop. While I fondled his swollen balls, I pushed the fingers of my other hand into the tip of his cock cage and tickled his exposed glans.
Trent yelped and bucked. I straddled then sat on this thighs and continued playing with my boy, with my cock and balls.
“Oh god, Taka!” he moaned. “You’re making so fucking horny!”
“That’s the point love,” I replied. “And there’s nothing you can do about it…” My fingers were slick with his pre-cum. I rubbed it right back into his testicles.

I continued playing with him for a good while until he was flushed and had put a pillow over his face to suppress his groans. I knew Trent hated how desperate he sounded. His crotch was soaked and his cock was furious, trying so hard to bust out of the metal. Every touch to his crotch made him jump and twitch.

I pulled back a moment to inspect my handiwork. His balls were now puffed up and looking delicious, and everything gleamed with pre-cum. I scooted down and pulled his balls into my mouth, licking and sucking while he drooled cum on my lips. Trent’s toes curled and he began to beg and plead for release.
“Sir, please Sir, I can’t – I can’t take this anymore oh god! Please let me cum please!”
“No,” I would reply. “I have something else in mind…”

When I pulled away, Trent gave me this kicked-puppy look. He hated being frustrated, but he didn’t want me to stop. I had him under my control entirely.
“Don’t touch,” I instructed. He nodded, moving wriggling his hips, unable to sit entire still.

I returned with a bottle of lube and an Aneros plug. Trent’s eyes went wide. “Oh god, Taka, please not that I won’t be able to think!”
I smirked. “Spread your legs boy.”
Trent chewed his lip. He knew disappointing me resulted in only one thing – delaying his release date. With a sigh, he pushed his pants down to his knees parted his thighs. “Mmm beautiful,” I exhaled. “You smell so hot.”
“I’m too fucking horny,” he complained.
I ignored him, and then slid the slick Aneros plug in. The moan he emitted gave me shivers. His ass ate it hungrily. “Oh that’s a good boy. Now, stand up.”
Trent blinked at me.
“Stand. up.”
Carefully, Trent sat up. When the plug hit home, his mouth opened and he gasped. More pre-cum dribbled out, coating his balls that were still wet with my spit. I felt my own cock throb in my pants at the sight.
“Stand up.”
With wobbly legs and my helping hand, Trent did so. He was rubbing his thighs, nearly crazy with urges to touch himself.
I feasted on the sight of my horny, helpless boy. “Perfect. Horny, frustrated, wet, and teased.”
“What- what are you going to do with me now…?” he inquired.
“Errands,” I said cheerfully, digging a list of my pocket. “Drycleaners, grocery store, post office…”

I tried not to laugh at the look of horror on his face. “Sir! But Sir I -! Taka, you can’t, not like this I -!”
“Oh yes, you can and you will. Just like how you are. No underwear. I want you to do your errands smelling like sex on a stick, unable to do a thing while your spunk drips down your leg, your plug stimulating you with every step.”
He whimpered again. “Sir…”
“Who owns your cock and balls?”
He sighed. “You do.”
“And your ass?”
“You do.”
“Damn right. I hold that key, I make the decisions for you. Now you go do your errands like a good boy, and when you get home, I will fuck you so hard the lights are going to go off in your head.”
A look of relief crossed his face. “Could you please fuck me now? Please? Just – just please, all I can think about is your dick!”
“No.”
He groaned.
“I just got your plug in there. Now go put on your sandals, grab your wallet, and go.”
Trent glanced at the floor. He was breathing low and steady. He sighed in submission. “Yes sir.”
“Oh, and Trent?”
“…Yes sir?”
“One more thing.”
I took the remote out of my pocket and set the vibration level in the plug to “intermittent pulse”.

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Text is fictional.

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“Travis? …Traavis, are you awake?”
He doesn’t stop although he seems to be aware he has an audience, “…No.”
“You passed out during the party. Your blood sugar dropped. Are you feeling ok since we got some sugar in you?”
“Mmhhh your bed is comfy…” he murmured, continuing to hump my bed.
I crawl up behind him and sit next to his ass. “Can …Can I jerk you?”
“Mmmmmhmm…” he answers, lost in a sleepy daze of arousal.
“Lift your hips,” I purr back. I’ve been wanting him for a long, long time for access to his body. Consent is consent. 

He rolls his hips to the side. I straddle him, hovering over his ass and thighs, and slide my hand under him and find his cock. It’s hard, swollen stiff, the tip already wet. From being smothered under him, it’s burning hot and the vein under the shaft is pulsating. I sigh softly as my fingers caress the silky skin. Travis moans and bucks his hips into my hand. I ghost my finger tips from balls to shaft and he shudders, dripping pre-cum onto my comforter. I don’t even mind…it’s Travis. I’ve been wanting him for the last four years. I wrap my fingers around his cock to stroke him, but he’s out of his mind with carnal needs and humping my hand faster than I can keep up. I make a tight wet fist lubricated with his own seed and he loves it, bucking and driving his erection against my palm. I position the tip of my thumb so it brushes against the tip and he make noises that I’m sure anyone can hear.

“I’m coming!” he gasps, “Oh god oh god!” I work his shaft as he thrusts into my hand, his balls pushing against my fist. At first the cum just dribbles out, but then just when I think he’s finished with the orgasm, a big dose of it gushes out of the tip and all over his chest and the sheets. He cries out with a little sob, overwhelmed by how good it felt to be jacked off by another man. I sit back on his calves ignoring my own cock, and continue to fondle his cock through his legs. He’s got his ass up in the air now, head down, knees slightly apart.

As the skin grows more and more sensitive, he hisses and tries to jerk away from me but I keep an iron grip on him. I pull on his shaft with deliberately slow speeds until I run out of flesh, and he makes the most erotic little gasps when my skin touches the head of his cock. The more I do this the more he begs for me to stop, but I won’t. He thrashes and mewls as I unrelentingly pet and stroke him, giving special attention to his balls and that sensitive little spot at the top. “S…stop!” he pleads. But I don’t, until he’s making frustrated noises into the mattress and trying to push my hand away. “B..Brodie, stop!”

“Gotta get the rest of your seed out, baby, I know you have more in there.” I coax him to half hardness again, then milk the remaining seed out of his cock like the way someone would flatten a toothpaste bottle. A little push under his balls is the magic trick though. To my delight, I see him curl his toes as it dribbles onto the bed. When I release him, he’s completely soft. He collapses into the mess. “Christ man… what sort of kama sutra torture was that? I’ve never had a sexual experience like that ever.”
“Oh that? Simple edging techniques. You came so little and your balls still looked so full, I figured your recent inebriation and blood sugar spike might be preventing a good load.” It was bullshit, but he was dumb and gorgeous and would probably believe it.
“Shit.” He simply said, his breath slowly returning to normal, “I can’t believe you just jerked me off.”
“You feel good?”
“Yeah… how did I end up in your room? Where are my pants?”
I sit back on my bed and lazily play with my own straining member. “Well, you and the guys were drunk and comparing your cocks to beer bottles and cans. So you took off your pants for that, which is what happens when you drink –  you always end up naked. Then, you apparently forgot to eat today and you crashed. We put some sugar under your tongue and took you in here. I came to check on you.”

He thinks about this. “Thanks man… but hey uh…let’s not tell anyone about this ok?”
“Sure,” I say, “No problem. Just helping a guy out. Sucks when you’re hard and too disoriented to get off.”
Travis thinks. “That thing you did… do you do that to any other guys?”
I shrug. “Only boyfriends, and even so, not lately.”
“Don’t. I want a monopoly on that. Shit, my balls feel light as air. You gays have some crazy techniques.”
“Wait until I put my mouth on it.”
Travis groans. I can almost hear his Kinsey number change. “Right after you’ve cum… you’re nice and sensitive, and my velvety tongue just licking you like a little kitten, sucking on your balls like angel kisses…”

“Fuck man! Stop that. Are you tryin to make me hard again?”
“…Yes,” I grunt.
Travis looks over his other shoulder and just now notices me masturbating. “Oh shit, forgot about you. I thought you came already.”
“No,” I manage, getting close. The urge to hold him down and force my cock in his mouth is incredible. His lips would look so beautiful around my cock, wet with my seed… I suppress it though. He’s not ready. I end up mounting Travis and rubbing my cock between his ass cheeks until I come all over Travis’ back. He doesn’t protest, just stays still. When I reach under him to give it one final squeeze, he’s half hard again.

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The second step after shaving your boy is to milk every drop out of him. Of course, he can’t enjoy it too much as the focus is on his Sir’s pleasure, not his. A good, long edging session will push every drop of semen out of his balls; the over-stimulation and forced dry orgasms will make him grateful that his cock can retreat to the safety of a cock cage. After a couple days when his balls fill up again, he’ll think twice about demanding release…better to drip everywhere than receive tortuous touches to his hyper-sensitive cock head.