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[I reblogged this from a normal dance Tumblr, so for anyone who is seeing this post from there – take note the story below is NSFW and contains gay content.]

I never used to be early, ever. Since I dedicated my life to dance, I lived in a constant state of fatigue and stress and would sleep as much as possible. When I joined this company in London, I soon found a reason for being a bit more punctual – a 164 centimeter reason in white leggings, that is.

I opened the rehearsal hall door and smiled at the sight of Lambert spread out over this tacky red drop cloth on a prop sofa. He was a male, but he was a stereotypical prima-donna ballerina. Who else lounges around in leg-warmers and practice slippers? I smiled at the sigh of his curves neatly outlined by the sheer fabric. Lambert was one of our shortest male dancers, and by far the most feminine. He was the only male dancer that could squeeze in Bernadette’s little pointe shoes and wear them like a princess. Despite his size, that buff little man was the principal dancer in the company – and it wasn’t because his family name was emblazoned above the door.

I was impressed by Lambert, and inspired. Also, I was charmed by his dramatic streak and flair for fuss. When I first met him, Lambert put his hands on his hips and huffed at me for mispronouncing his name, “It’s LAMber, not lamBERT!” he insisted with a perfect French accent. He pouted at me with those cupid bow lips that begged for kissing. When Lambert was dressed up in powder and lipstick for performance nights, I was beyond relieved to have a cup to hide my erection behind.

Lambert looked up as I set my duffel back down. “Bonjour,” he replied.
“Hello,” I replied with my American accent. I strolled over to him. “What are you reading?”
Lambert turned the page. “I’m studying the program from when the Joffrey did their production of this show. The reviews were insane, people were raving about it! They packed theaters. I’m wondering howt hey did it, since the script is a bit weak, and the choreography a bit aged. Somehow the Joffrey was able to make some tweaks to improve it without angering the conservatives. The use of color in the costumes alone is incredible…”
A throb of jealousy pulses through me. No matter waht I do, no matter how much time I put into practice or exercising at the gym, no matter how hard I study, I will never be at Lambert’s level. I cannot match his dedication. To him, dancing is a religion.

I console my inferiority by cupping my hand and running my palm over the swell of his calves. “Mmmmmmm,” Lambert purrs under me. The touch slides up his thigh and slows as it crests over the sculpted muscle of his butt. As my hand moves up his leg, he arches up into my touch like a rather hedonistic housecat. I guide my hand backwards and down his elevated hips, between his legs and stroke his bulge firmly trapped in tight underwear. Lamber groans and buries his face in the pillow. “John, Johnny not – now, please, I am very sensitive and must wait to be horny after practice.”
I cluck at him with faux disappointment and my hand migrates back up, squeezing his balls a little, before sliding up his ass and resting on his back. I perch on the edge of the sofa next to him and run my flattened palm over his solid back. “Oh that feels good,” Lambert admits.

I immediately begin to give him a back and shoulder massage. Lambert sets the program aside and nuzzles his face into a pillow. Soon, he’s making some delightful noises as I work the stiffness from his upper body.
“Mon dieu,” Lambert says, “I hate that I’ll never be as strong as you.”

I flush under rare praise. I am bigger, so statistically, it’s probably true, but still, it’s hard to believe I can best Lambert in any category.
“Well, you are more flexible, beautiful, and graceful, you don’t need my strength.”
“I still want it. Mmnf. My hands get tired so quickly when I try to do this my feet or something.”
I work Lambert’s shoulders in my hands. “You need to relax more. You’re so tight.”
“Fuck,” he sighs. He never curses in practice or on stage. I am delighted to hear him slip in the rehearsal room. A moment later, I know why he’s slipped because he says: “It’s too late.”
“What’s too late?”
“I’m too aroused right now. I can’t dance when I’m horny.”
“Suck me,” I beg, now unable to think of anything else.

Lambert looks up at me with beautiful clear blue eyes. “Here? Now? People will be here any minute…”

But I am already standing and extracting my half-hard penis out of my sweatpants. His eyes light up at the offer of this treat so early int he day. Lambert’s hand rises to meet me. Lambert loves to play with me. It’s a weakness he wont admit to, I’m sure. He swings his legs over so he can sit up, and with a sigh of defeat, wraps his lips around me. I place a hand on the back of the sofa, one knee on the seat cushion, one foot on the floor, and the other hand on the back of Lambert’s head. I’m half folded around him, grunting and moaning as Lambert suckles me and explores my foreskin with his talented tongue. He cups my balls in his soft hands and pulls me forward, to the base. Stars swirl in front of my eyes as he blesses my cock with attention.
“Dios mio,” I gasp. “You have such a hot, velvety mouth, Lambert.”
He hums and makes my knees turn to gelatin.

Once, during one of our sex romps, Lambert said to me that oral is a lot like ballet, just ballet you do with your tongue. That night I learned just how fast my reload speed was.

I beg him to go slowly, but he’s eating me up. I watch him bob his head, devouring me, enjoying the sour tasting of me. Now that I’ve given him an outlet, all his sexual energy is pouring out. I stroke his silky blond hair and listen to him work. Lambert pushes the tip of his tongue into my piss hole and pre-cum dribbles out against his tongue. “Fuck Lambert!”
I can feel him smiling around my cock and for some stupid reason that sends me over the edge. I push my member down his throat and empty my seed in hot spurts. Lambert startles, and some of it dribbles down his lips, but he quickly recovers and pumps me with his hand as he tends my glans with his mouth. My vision goes entirely black, and I am cursing up a storm. Every nerve of mine is firing at once and I am surprised I haven’t fallen off the couch yet.
“Oh Lambert,” I groan. “You are a delight.”
He plays his tongue over my balls. “You know what I like about you American men?”
“Hm?” I ask, hazy.
“You never ask for permission to do anything. You thrust, you cum, you never ask or tell us, you just do it. It’s very sexy, the way you dominate like that.”
I puff out my chest, enjoying the testosterone coursing through me. “Is that why you love to bottom for me?”
“Yes,” Lambert says, licking his lips. “You nail me just how I like it.”
“Speaking of how you like it, you want your orgasm now?” I ask. My cock is softening, so I put it back into my pants. It’s still shiny from Lambert’s work, and I relish the idea of going through rehearsal with his marks on me.
“Oui oui!” Lambert points down. “Look how hard I am!”
“Good, cause I got just the thing for that…”

I wobble over to my duffel bag and extract a clean washcloth I use for sweat. I encourage Lambert to stand up. We kiss for a moment, and I pull his leggings down in the front until his cock springs free. I wrap the washcloth around it and pump him. Lambert melts against me as I milk his cock. Soft, he’s about 3 inches but when hard it’s more than twice that. A few pulls is all it takes before Lambert shudders and the towel grows wet under my fingers. He clings to my torso and pants against my neck.
“You all done, pretty one?” I purr.
“I feel like I’m floating,” he answers.

I stroke his hair and clean up the sticky mess between his legs. I also adjust his leggings and make sure he’s straight.
“Feel good?”
“Oh yes. I feel …cleansed. Empty. Clear-headed.”
“Good, cause practice starts in twenty minutes.”
Lambert puffed out his cheeks. “Fyew! That was fun! God, I love you American boys. Getting me into trouble.”
I fake throwing the soiled towel at him. “You like getting into trouble! You’re a mischievous little French minx in tights, a real danger to society.”

Lambert makes an uncharacteristically loud laugh. His hands immediately fly to cover his mouth as he turns red. Just at that moment, another dancer comes in.

“…What did I miss?”
“Oh nothing, Janine,” I smile sweetly. “Lambert and I were just fooling around.”
She rolls her eyes. “Man it is stuffy in here and it smells like sweat. How about we open a window?”
I cough. Lambert and I share a look. I stuff the washcloth into my bag. “That is a good idea.”

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Text is fictional. Source isn’t an actual ballet dancer, but some guy on Flickr that likes to pose in leggings. Huh!

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mathematick:

Day 6: Rebirth

Apologies for the posting hiatus, but not too long after day 5, my priorities were slightly rearranged.  I’m writing this post now remembering back on the time after that first ruined orgasm.  I remember he asked me immediately afterwards, “what’s wrong?” – it was a question to which he already knew the answer, I realize now.  But I can’t honestly say whether or not I realized it at the time.  I told him how frustrating cumming without touchingly dick had been.  Seeing the torrent of thick white spunk flooding onto my hands and body, yet feeling nothing but a numbness in my dick.  I had been disassociated with my cock for that moment.   He told me he could “help” – I had no clue what that meant.  Then he asked me if I trusted him, to which my immediate response was “No”.  He laughed at that and said, he was going to help anyway.  I responded with a quick smile that must have indicated I was open to his offer, after all I still had more than a week to go.

With that he grabbed my underwear and, in one swoop, he expertly wiped up the puddle of cum I had left on my leg.  Then he told me to open my mouth.  I have no idea why I did, but I did.  Then he put that shit in my mouth and told me to suck it off, which i did – in a daze – still, no idea why.   Then he told me that the next week and half will go easier if I accept the situation, instead of fighting it. Submit – was the word he used actually.  The cum taste in my mouth lingered as l heard these words.  I removed the undies and wiped at my tongue.  But it was pretense.  For some reason this time – unique to all my other prior experiences – the taste of cum was pleasant to my palette.  I didn’t dwell on the thought.  I begged him to unlock me.  He told me he didn’t even have the key on him, and then he went home.

I took the next day to think about things.

It was clear, I still needed sex, erection or not.  But it wasn’t going to work the same way in chastity.  I remember rubbing at the various holes in my chastity device a lot that day, trying to find a sensation as close to rubbing the underside of my dick as possible, but nothing was doing the trick.  Again I tried pumping the whole device, and I would start to get a little hard, painfully so.  The top of my cock now had an ongoing dull ache from my erections being forced down.  I knew I could probably build up to another orgasm, but something inside me kept stopping just short.  I didn’t want to feel another ruined orgasm.  It was terrifying to me.  All the mess and none of the glory.  What was the point?  Then I remembered the weird cum tasting ceremony from the day before and suddenly I had a bit of an epiphany: this could just be a temporary transition from output to input.  

It felt scientific, worth an experiment. 

I needed a cock to suck.  I debated for a moment whether I should call my key holder or just find someone else (Grindr).   But I kept coming back to the fact that I had no desire to explain the situation in my pants to a stranger, in person.  I could only imagine that conversation.

“Hey before we get started, friend… What was once a raging all-night rock-hard concert of fuck in between my legs is now best described as an awkward tupperware party with a padlock…Can I get you a beer?”

Needless to say, I ditched that idea and just went to his house, I think he was expecting me.  

Upon entry he told me to take my clothes off.  He told me I couldn’t wear clothes in his house anymore.  I argued that it was cold in here, but for some reason I made this argument while removing all of my clothes.  The conversational speech-center of my brain had not yet come to grips with what my body had figured out hours ago:  When one’s dick is locked up, one is officially in the business of pleasing others, despite one’s own discomfort.

He was sitting in an arm chair, legs slightly apart, watching me.  I walked over, knelt down, and opened his pants to get what I had come for: Research.

I sucked him like I wished I could be sucked.  I wasn’t waiting for my turn anymore – his turn, was my turn.  I made it last, I started gentle, too gentle which almost made him cum early.  Then I grew more aggressive and started deep throating, nearly gagged because I got into it too much.  He didn’t even warn me when he finally came, usually guys always warned me.  But then he didn’t have to anymore.  He held the back of my head as he shot his load in my mouth.  I moaned vicariously.  He then pulled out and let his dick flop on my face.  I laid my head on his left leg – still positioned in between his legs while he recovered.  The cum was still in my mouth.  I couldn’t bring myself swallow at first, I wanted the taste to remain.  Once I finally did I felt relieved, for the first time in 6 days.

Chaste boy makes a break through in finding relief in other places. What a great write-up, maybe it’ll inspire other frustrated chaste boys. Well, “frustrated” and “chaste” is kind of redundant isn’t it?

Locked Boiz Getting Nasty

Locked Boiz Getting Nasty

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So … last week I told you about this GORGEOUS 20yo Asian boi who wanted to learn more about forced chastity and maybe experience it.  I got him into a cage and we played … teasing each other’s locked cocks.

Because, as you well know, it sometimes takes a bit of time to find the right size/fit and your cock fights desperately against the cage I expected to hear from him the next day or the day after.  Well.  I didn’t.  Several days passed without a reply to my few messages.  I figured he’d gone and got a lock cutter, cut off the lock and absconded with my steel CB6000S.

He FINALLY called the night before last, sobbing.  I thought something really bad had happened.  Our conversation was short but basically he was insane with horniness and his 20yo cock kept getting hard and making it hurt.  He begged me to come get him and take off the device.

I agreed to do that on one condition, that he wear only flip flops and a speedo.  He agreed and I hopped into the car and drove to his place … but I parked down the block.  It was about 11pm so not that many people on the street.  I made him walk down the street so very close to naked.  It was sooo HOT watching this gorgeous young guy walk briskly toward me that my cock started to swell in its cage.

When he got into the car, I could tell his cock was straining too.  He clutched at his locked cock and moaned, “Do you have the keys?”

“Nope.  At my place.”  Instead of pulling into the driveway, I stopped down the block, “Gimme your flip flops.”

“Now get out of the car and walk.” I drove off and parked in the drive.

As we stood at my front door, I told him to take off his speedos.  ”People are going to see.”

“Doesn’t matter.”  He hands them to me and I very slowly unlock and open the door.  Luckily for me, my housemate and a friend of his were in the living room chatting.  They looked up as we stepped in, my locked boi covering his cage.  I pulled his hands away and told him “Be proud that you are a locked boi.” and marched him to my room.

“Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”  He did.  He has such a beautiful ass.  My cock swelled hard in the cage yearning to be free, remembering when I used to be a top and how it feels to bury my cock in a hot, wet hole.

I played with his ass and started to eat him out.  He moaned.  I fingered him, slathering his hole with lube and worked two fingers inside.

“Please take the cage off.  Please.”

“I will. I will.” as I turned and pulled a dildo out of my toy box. “Patience.”  I lubed the dildo and placed it at his hole.  He looked back over his shoulder, pleading with his beautiful brown eyes.  I slowly pushed and he gasped as the head popped in; then moaned deep into the pillow as the entire length slid deep into his hole.

As I started stroking the dildo in and out, I reached underneath to his caged cock and was greeted with a stream of precum that I couldn’t help but taste.  YUM!  I worked the dildo in and out, getting faster and faster, spanking his ass and his balls.  You guys should have heard him!

So here I am fucking this boi with a dildo and spanking his balls and locked cock fairly roughly when he screams into the pillow, his whole body shuddering, and cum blasted out of his caged cock.  Explosion after explosion of hot boi cum.  I didn’t let up on the dildo fucking or the ball spanking.  His orgasm seemed to last forever.

I finally stopped and he collapsed onto the bed.

I got naked and lay next to him, my own cock unsatisfied, dripping and my cunt yearning for penetration.  I caressed him and kissed him.  ”Do you want out now?”  ”Yes.”  I took the keys off the nightstand, turned him over and unlocked him.  His cock grew instantly hard, so I sucked it.  A few minutes later he blew a second load .. but this one deep into my throat.

I gave him his speedo and flipflops then took him home.  ”If you want to be locked again, call me.”

This morning at 6am, less than 6 hours after blowing two huge loads he calls me.  ”Come pick me up.  I want to be locked again.”

“Good boy.”

Woooow.