Pierre sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. Then, he heard a click. Then another click. He turned and looked at the window, and saw a pebble bounce off of it.
He jumped up and peered out. Lucas was standing on the sidewalk below. Pierre opened the windows. "Good morning Lucas! Nice to see you, but what are you doing here so early? You have class today don’t you?” “I do but – I just wanted to see you. I was hoping we could make love before school started?” “Shhh!” Pierre laughed. “The whole street can hear you.” “I don’t care,” he said back with a smile. “I’m mad about you. Can’t stop thinking about you. Every curve of your naked body fills my dreams, I see your smile when I blink, and I yearn for the warmth of your skin when you’re not here. I woke up this morning craving you.” “Awww….Lucas!” Pierre blushed a bright red. “That’s- that’s just so sweet. But, love, people can hear you, sshh.” Some strangers on the sidewalk had stopped to see what was going on. Lucas didn’t seem to care. “Please allow me to see you this morning? To make love to you so I can pretend we live together and I am greeting you with the sun?” Pierre couldn’t shake the goofy smile on his face. Even if his entire block was getting an earful of this, he still loved dating a top that was also a romantic. “Oh for goodness sake.” “Come on down, Pierre.” “I’m not wearing clothes,” he admitted. Lucas laughed. “Now who cares what the neighbors think?” “Well, they’re gonna hear us soon anyway! Come up, my bed is still warm.” Lucas made a noise of victory and ran up the stairs after Pierre let him in.
Once back in the room, he wasted no time kissing the lad and letting his hands roam over his Pierre’s nude body. He was still warm from sleep, and Lucas wanted in him immediately. Lucas cupped Pierre’s low sac in his hands, massaging and pulling while he kissed his mouth. He manipulated and teased the boy until he’d forgotten all about those people gossiping on the sidewalk. “Bed, Lucas, please,” he gasped. Lucas tore off his clothes in a hurry and pulled Pierre back into his own bed. He ignored his own cock, more fascinated Pierre’s own. He parted the boy’s legs and put his tongue to work, lapping at the swollen skin and pulling each testicle in his mouth. Pierre was soon moaning and wrapping his legs around Lucas’s head. He pushed the tip of his cock through Lucas’s lips and thrust his hips forward, desperate for the sensation. Lucas put his hands on Pierre’s thighs and held him still as he suckled, getting him nice and randy while he slid a finger between the cleft of his buttocks.
Lucas parted his lover like a flower opening its petals, sliding two digits into his interior with just enough oil for it to not be too slick. Pierre cooed and swore at the wonderful sensation rippling outward. “Oh Lucas!” “Shh shh…” Lucas lapped at the fluid beading on the head of Pierre’s little fat cock. “Enter me,” Pierre pleaded. “Not yet.” Lucas took his time to enter two more fingers and work them to stretch his lover. When Pierre warned Lucas he might shoot at any moment, the fingers and lips withdrew. Pierre unbraided his legs and let Lucas pull himself. He dipped his head to kiss Pierre, then lifted his legs and pushed the tip of his cock into his body. Pierre gasped and clutched the bedsheets. “Relax sweetheart,” Lucas murmured. Pierre tried, but Lucas was misreading the situation – he wasn’t tensing because it was painful but because it felt so good to be full that he tried to clamp down as hard as he could. A reassuring hand massaging his stomach got Pierre to relax, and Lucas pushed the rest of his cock in. Despite the early morning hour, he was already sweating from the effort. “God I needed this, I needed this so badly. You’re the antidote to my insanity, Pierre.” “Lucas, you will always be a little crazy, but I love you anyway.” Lucas chuckle and kissed him. “Can I move now?” Pierre nodded. Lucas kept his thighs up and watched himself disappear in and out of that perfect lily white ass. “Yes… yes…oh god, Pierre, you feel fantastic. You needed this as much as I did.” “Be quiet and fuck me,” Pierre demanded, in one of his rare bossy moments. Lucas felt a growl of possession rise up in him. ‘Yes sir.“ Their lovemaking took an intense turn and Lucas took Pierre as hard as he could, pushing the boy up the bed and into the nest of pillows. Both ignored the open window, allowing their cries to spill out to shocked passerbys. Their fornication seemed to go on for hours, and even the most puritanical pedestrians had to wonder if there was something special about heathen sex.
Lucas demanded Pierre stroke himself, and his eyes darkened as he watched his lover pleasure himself as he stimulated him from inside. "Good boy… you are so beautiful Pierre.” Pierre blinked at him, his eyes wet. “I’m going to cum!” “Come with me!”
Their lips met at the same time as they peaked, spilling their cries of passion down eachother’s throats. Lucas dug his toes into the bed and emptied his seed into Pierre’s tight velvet passage. He moaned deeply as the climax came in deep, throbbing waves. Pierre whimpered as the tingly sensation in his balls became a knot in his stomach, then the whole thing turned inside out and suddenly his belly was splattered in cum.
They rested there, locked together, until both of their cocks were soft and spent, but even then Lucas didn’t want to pull out. He wished to stay in Pierre forever, and Pierre felt the same. They were panting hard, flushed and pink. “Oh Pierre…” Lucas murmured. “Oh my sweet Pierre…god, you just unravel me.” “You were right Lucas, there are few better ways to greet the day than being thoroughly taken.”’ He snickered. “It does feel good doesn’t it?” “Mmnn…but you know, I never cared for this type of penetration until you.” “Really?” Pierre yawned. “Yes. Something about you…makes me just fly.” Lucas gave him a fond look. “Oh Pierre, keep talking like that and I will have to marry you.” He raised his head. “We can’t marry, the church won’t allow it.” “Oh fuck the church!” Pierre gasped. “God created us in his image right? Then God must have put us on this course. If the church won’t recognize love, then that’s their own fault.” “Lucas, when did you get so bold?” “When I fell in love with you,” he admitted. Pierre knew he could be won over with pretty words. He smiled. “Well if you want to marry me, do the proper thing and give me a ring.” “Can I put it on your cock?” Lucas asked. Pierre threw his head back and laughed. “Oh you and your ideas!” “One for your finger and your cock then?” Pierre playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Can you afford that?” “I’ll make them out of bread.”
That sent Pierre rolling again. They continued laughing and touching for the next half hour, until grumbling stomachs and their ripen scents caught their attention. A bath and homemade breakfast capped off the morning. Lucas showed up to class exactly one minute late, a very smug look on his face.
“Julio? Where are you?” “Over here. Is it ok for you to see me before the wedding?” “I just wanted to see how you were doing. You barely slept last night in exciteme – wooow look at you! You look incredible, Julio. I’m so glad I spent the money to get your suit fitted. Just…wow.” He blushes and smooths out invisible wrinkles. “Mmm.” My eyes roved over him from top to bottom. There was not an inch I didn’t want to eat. “Take it out.” “…Now?” “Yes, I want to see you fully dressed.” Julio’s signature blush returned to his cheeks. He pulls out his tucked-in shirt, then unzips his pants and extracts his package. I sigh. He’s really perfect. My dream boy come to life. There are not words to express how badly I want to ravish him and send him to the altar thoroughly fucked and flushed. “Jesus. You are a gift, Julio. I am so lucky you are marrying me.” I step forward and pull him up against me to kiss his glossy lips. I slide my palms over the slick fabric fitted to his ass and push my crotch up against his. I slide one hand between us and stroke the plastic around his cock. He watches me do so, although he can’t feel it. I like that he watches, as if Julio needs the visual confirmation that I am denying him the pleasure of skin to skin contact. Still, the flesh is pushing up hard against the restraint. “I can’t wait for our honey moon when you unlock me,” he pants. Julio is easily aroused. “We’re going to spend the entire day in bed.” I nuzzle him. “You’re going to have to wait. We have to get married first.”
Julio moans. “I knew I was going to be horny when we got married.” I chuckle. “Well, everything makes you horny…” “Even more so now that my unlocked date is coming up so soon!” “You’ve been such a good boy,” I murmur as I nibble on his ear. “You are going to get your perfect wedding night, indeed… but you will be locked up right after.” He pulls away in surprise. “What? I thought it was coming off for good!” “Well, that’s what I thought too. Then I realized something, Julio. When you and I met, our relationship was purely based on sex. Sex, sex, sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex – in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the elevator, in the club bathroom, behind the wall at that park. I was falling in love with you, but you saw me as nothing but a cock.” “I did not!” he huffs. “We rushed through every date we had to get to sex,” I gently remind him. “When I introduced you to chastity, I was hoping you’d like it as a kink and want to try it out, but it was also to try and take the erections away. I wanted to get to know you, the real you. I wanted to know if there was any emotion at all behind your pretty blue eyes. We started to go on real dates, you and I. Do you remember how fun those were? How romantic? There was no pretense or expectation…” I sigh. “You made me so happy.” I watch his face furrow and then it dawns on him. “I never made the connection before, but I didn’t start falling in love with you until…. after our third date. I was just annoyed you wouldn’t unlock me because I was so horny, but it made me look forward to seeing you all the time – then I started thinking about you more than your cock… wow, I had no idea I had the chastity device to thank.”
“Thanks for what?” “Oh man…” Julio looks concerned. “To think. If you hadn’t put it on me, our relationship wouldn’t have ever gotten past the purely-sex phase. I wouldn’t have realized the love of my life was right in front of me but I was too horny to see it. Someone else would have snatched you up, married you…” I kiss him on the forehead. “But that didn’t happen. I love you so much Julio, and I’m so unbelievably happy you said ‘yes’ when I proposed.” “Oh god,” he says, “I cried so much when you popped the question. I had been suspecting it but I was sooo surprised. I can’t believe I’m settling down.” He sniffs.
“Oh no,” I chuckle, “Sweetheart, don’t cry you’re going to make me cry.” I push away his tears with my knuckles. “Crying is for the ceremony ok?” He nods. I give him a tissue. “I’ll hold myself together until then. And Dominick?” “Yes?” “I’m…kind of scared now, what would happen if you let me out of chastity too long. Would I fall out of love with you and just become another horny, sex crazed twink all over again? I don’t want to be a robot without any feelings.” “Oh Julio, I shouldn’t have brought this up. You’re so emotional now.” He huffs. “Well you did.” I tuck him back in his pants and fix his shirt. “We’ll see what happens when I unlock you on our honeymoon. I was hoping you’d keep it off for the entire honeymoon, but you can always ask me to put it back on.” He nods. “Is it safe to continue wearing the plastic one? It’s hard to clean.” “Well, I was going to surprise you in Tahiti, but I got you a metal one, sweetheart, one that’s much easier to clean.” “Oh Dominick!” he throws his arms around me. “You take such good care of me. I’m so glad I entrusted my heart to you.” I squeeze him hard. “I will never lock that up though. I want it to beat loud and clear.” He takes my hand and places it over his chest. “Can you feel it?” I pause. “Yes, yes I do. I think it’s pounding out the Morse code for ‘I love you’.” “Oh it is, Dominick, it is.” We embrace for a quiet moment, then Julio speaks up again, “Hey um…do we have a little time?” “I think so,” I say as I glance at my watch. “Yes.” “Would you fuck me please? You can see the outline of my full balls in these pants because they’re so clingy, even through the underwear!” “Can you?” I tilt my head and cup him with my hand. “Mm you can. That’s fucking hot but your mother would cry. I want to save sex for our wedding night, though. Take off your pants so we don’t get drips on them. I’ll get the travel vibrator I keep in my bag and milk you real fast.”
“Oh I’m so glad you brought it with you Dominick. I don’t want to be leaking at the altar.” “Well, as hot as that would be, I want you to focus on me up there, not your cock.” “Agreed.” I kiss him. “Ok I’ll be right back. Put a paper towel down and get on all fours on the sofa. I’ll be right back.”
It only took a moment to find the device. I found him in the same dressing room, naked from the waist down, shirt tails flipped up and out of the way. His plump ass was on view to me, and my cock began to throb at the view of it. I couldn’t take him though, it wasn’t time. I pulled up a chair next to the sofa and made sure the paper towel was in place.
I cupped his balls in my warm hand, stroking and petting them until he was aroused and swollen. “Oh Dominick!” he gasped, squirming my hand. “Oh god, it feels so good. I just went from zero to horny in like 3 seconds!” “That’s normal,” I quip. “Your balls are really full. I had no idea they could get this big. Maybe when we get home from Tahiti, it’ll be time for a ball stretcher.” He groans, his face resting on the back of the sofa. “Don’t tease me, please, just milk me.” “I am, I am. Just preparing you.” I lift his cock with my hand and nestle the vibrator tip right up between where his cock meets his balls, then flick it on. He bellows out a moan and rolls his hips. I lick my lips. This is supposed to be a clinical exercise, but when I give him any sort of attention to his groin he automatically tries to seduce me to get more of it. “Calm down boy, just focus on the vibrations.” “Feels so good,” Julio nearly sobs. I move the vibrator in little circles against his testicles, loving the way Julio tries to escape my grip. His cock is jumping and twitching, try its best to get hard – but it’s futile, owned and locked. A couple milky drops indicate the rest is coming, and in a few seconds his seed gushes out in spurts all over the towel. “Oh!” he cries out. “Ooooh god. It always feels so weird, Dominick! The pressure vanishes, but I’m still super horny. It almost feels like I’m peeing or something.” I give him a little extra vibration to get the stragglers, then shut it off. He whimpers. “It’s perfect then isn’t it? Now your balls should fit better in your dress pants, your mind should be a bit clearer too.” “Are – are you sure you won’t fuck me?” Julio asks. “On the honeymoon,” I reply. I give his package a couple tugs, then go to find a napkin to clean up the mess. Julio watches me with clear eyes as I tidy up his groin and dress him. In minutes, he’s presentable again.
“How do you feel?” I ask. “Wonderful,” he admits. “Like I’m ready to be married.” I smile. “Your dad should be coming for you soon. I’ll see you at the altar.” “Can’t wait.” We share a kiss and then part.
In the photos of our wedding, Julio looks blissed out and is smiling like an idiot. I cried a lot and my eyes are red in some of the shots, but in a lot of them I’m staring lovingly at him instead of the camera. When I enjoy most about our photos though is what you can’t see – his cage under his clothes, and the key on a silver chain around my neck tucked into my shirt.
_______________________________ Text is fictional. Source is OP I think.
