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by ccallenreese

juatoz:

In the weding

“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.

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Text is fictional. Source is OP I think.

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by ccallenreese

“Sir – I can’t wear this! It’s – it shows off everything!” he stammers.
I remain firm. “You will wear them because I say so, and if you go against my orders I will spank you in them.”
He plucks at the tight denim and screws up his face. “I’m sorry for being stubborn, Sir, but but….why?”
“Think about it, boy. Your cock has lost its function as a sex object. It’s hidden away, no longer allowed to harden like a real man’s cock would. Since it’s just flesh now, it doesn’t need to be tucked away. I want it on display where I can see my property and make sure it gets fresh air. Plus, every time you feel the breeze against your smooth balls, you’ll remember you’re owned.”
“Yes…yes Sir, I am owned. Thank you for holding my key and training me.”
“Good boy. It’s been a pleasure. Now, go on your evening walk now and stop by the gas station on the way home to pick up a family-sized bag of Skittles.”
“Family-sized sir?”
“Yes. For sharing with good, obedient boys. Unless of course, I have to spank you and restrain you and you can watch me eat them.”

He stares at me. I can see the gears in his head moving. Skittles are his favorite candy, and he is on a sugar-restricted diet to curb his ballooning weight. His last Master spoiled him nearly rotten. He was more of a pampered poodle than an actual slave; he was not punished for rule breaking, gorged on whatever he pleased, and cock was allowed to go free. Why even own a slave if all you do is – …I shake my head and cut my own thoughts off. I didn’t want to irritate myself thinking about that again.

He’s made his decision. “May I take a bottle of water on my walk Sir?”
“Yes,” I say, punctuating it with a smile. “Take one of the little sports bottles.”
He nods and sets his face, determined to face humiliation and complete his task. “May I be dismissed Sir?”
“Yes. Oh, and one more thing boy?”
“Yes Sir?”
“If you feel the urge to piss on your walk…I expect you to do it outdoors and I want you to film it on your phone for proof.”
His eyes go wide. He’s never been asked to do anything quite so daring, so naughty. “Sir-!”
“Yes? Is there a problem?” I absentmindedly tug on his cage.
He works his jaw, then swallows he words; he squirms in my grip. “No …no Sir, there isn’t. I’m going on my walk now.”
Little by little, I can see the stubbornness and attitude problems melt away to reveal the prize of a slave underneath. He makes me so proud, every single day. “Good boy,” I say with as much fondness in my voice as I can. I squeeze him on the ass then give it a pat to indicate he should go; I watch him prepare for his walk and leave the house. After a moment of reflection, I get up and go to find a candy dish and check the batteries in the vibrator.

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Text is fictional. I think source is OP.

Sorry, one post today – not feeling well.

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by ccallenreese

Marcus pretended the act of unbuttoning his jeans was much more involved than it actually was. He was nervous though, eyes flicking up and down at the man watching him intently.

“Come on shy boy. Open up.”

Marcus chewed on his lower lip and oh so slowly unzipped his jeans and parted the flaps to show off his flaccid cock for his suitor. He knew what the man would say and he just wanted to savor the moment of the potential before the rejection, but the man was impatient today.

The man said a soft “yes, that’s it,” under his breath. Damien took a moment to admire the shy cock trying to curl back under its owner. A thick main vein ran down the topside of the shaft, no doubt there to pump it full of blood and double its size when hard. Damien reached for Marcus’s cock like he owned it, hefting it in his hand and testing the girth with his fingers. It wasn’t at all sexual, it was like being graded for its quality of meat.

“It’s too big isn’t it…?”
“What?” Damian tilted his head, “No, it’s fine. I can absolutely fit it into a chastity device. By this evening, if you desire. I can have you locked up and safe and you can sleep tonight knowing you have been properly put into your place, just like you always wanted.”

Marcus’s jaw dropped. “What? Really? You’re serious. No one else has said that before!”
The man barked out a laugh. “Amateurs. You did the right thing by coming to me. A lot of boys don’t even know why they’re so miserable and have to be locked up forcefully before the clarity comes. You were smart, and figured it out early. That deserves special recognition.”
“Cause – cause, a locked boy is a happy boy,” Marcus blurted out the slogan he’d seen on the internet.
“Yes,” the man exhaled, looking pleased. “What was your name, Marcus?”
He nods, eagerly. “Yes sir.”
“You are a breath of fresh air Marcus. So wonderful to see a boy seeking a man out, instead of the other way around.”

Marcus beamed, a bit pink in the cheeks. “Thank – thank you sir. I just …I just want to be happy. I’m not happy. I still masturbate way too much, people keep assuming I’m a top, and feel so lost at bars. I don’t know who is safe, who is bad. I just need, really, really need guidance, but it’s so distracting having my cock just flopping around in my pants.”
Damian ruffled his hair and rebuttoned Marcus’s pants. “There there, it’s alright. No need to get emotional now. I’m going to fix this. I’m going to get you locked up, and I’ll make sure you get milked when it’s good for you, not when society flashes a sexy image you.”
“God, thank you Sir, thank you so much. I need this so bad…”

“You need a superior man to guide you, I understand,” Damian said, patting the bulge in Marcus’s jeans. “Come over tonight at 7. I’ll make dinner, then we can get you cleaned and secure and you can spend the night in case you’re uncomfortable and need adjustments.”
“Is it really gonna be uncomfortable?”
“It shouldn’t be no. It should be snug, to keep your dick small and your hard-ons restricted but sometimes the ring is too tight or your balls tingle because of pinched nerves. Eager boys with bad training often get erections because chastity devices make their dick hard. It can be scary the first time you try to get hard and can’t. I want to be there to reassure you.”
Marcus nodded, wide eyes locked on Damian. “7 tonight, Sir?”
“Yes. I have to prepare your room. I’ll text you my address. Go home and wrap up whatever you need to do today. Oh, and no masturbating.”
“Yes sir, wouldn’t even think of it. Thank you very much, Master Damien.”

Marcus wanted to kneel and kiss his feet, but they weren’t in that kind of relationship yet. He gave a polite handshake and ran back to his car, trying to control his beating heart. It was really happening. No one took him seriously when he wanted to do the impossible – control his sex drive – but Marcus knew better. He knew that not all men are created equal, and that the road to contentment is embracing your place in the hierarchy. He’d known that since he first saw a man and wanted to be dominated by him. Damian was going to be his keyholder to happiness. He checked his watch three times on the way home…7 couldn’t come fast enough.

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Text is fictional.

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Henry was working on a metal sculpture for an upcoming exhibit when he got a text message from Emmett: Can I come over?
Henry texted back: Can it wait? I’m working.
Emmett replied at once: I need you, please.
Henry became alarmed: Can I call you? Do I need to call the cops?
Emmett: Please can I just come over?
Henry: Yes of course. He turned off the soldering machine and cleaned up his work area before taking a 3-minute shower. Emmett didn’t live far, maybe twenty minutes away.

Henry was drinking water in his kitchen when Emmett knocked. Henry rushed the door to say “hello” to his friend, but the sight of Emmett’s red, tear stained face took the words right out of his mouth.
“Oh Emmy, what happened?”

Emmett’s bottom lip trembled and he burst into fresh sobs. Henry embraced him, leading him into the house and closing the door behind them. “Oh Emmy, what happened? Shhh…sshh, it’s ok. I’m here now.” He took Emmet to the living room but his legs couldn’t seem to hold him up any longer; he leaned back against the window and sunk to the floor. Henry grabbed a box of tissues off the coffee table and sat across from him, legs crossed.
“There there…it’s alright. Tell me what’s wrong, Emmy?”
“It’s Tim,” he managed through a tight throat.
The hair went up on the back of Henry’s neck. “Did he hurt you?” he asked in a low, serious voice. “Cause if he did I’m going to wring his fucking neck.”

Emmett hiccuped and grabbed a tissue. “He won’t unlock me! He put the chastity device on about six weeks ago, but he has only fucked me once since. It’s becoming really uncomfortable, and itchy, but he won’t unlock me – he says to just take baths for cleanings and to be a ‘good boy’ and play with my toys. I need more than though! I need to be fucked, to be milked like that, and he won’t do it.” Emmett sniffled, his chest fluttering from his big cry.
Henry rubbed Emmett’s leg reassuringly. “Did you demand the key?”
“He won’t give it to me! About a week ago my balls really started to ache. It hurt so much I barely slept last night. Also, my left ball began to tingle and it’s almost numb right now.”
“Holy shit.”
“I begged Tim to open the lock, but he won’t! He doesn’t understand. He just thinks I’m whining and am trying to manipulate him so I can jack off.” Emmett balled his fists and banged them against the floor. “It hurts, Henry, it hurts so much! I can’t go to school or work like this!” Fresh tears began to fall. “Please, I need you to cut the lock, I know you have the tools.”

Henry’s eyes were dark with fury. “That bastard…how dare he fucking hurt you.”
“You can tell me ‘I was right’ if you want,” Emmett said in a soft, sad voice, “You knew he was mean from the start, but I was so enamored by how hot he was, I thought it’d be so sexy to be locked by him, it should have been you…”
“Heeeyy no, Emmett. It’s ok. It might have worked out, it might not have. In this case it didn’t. But you took a chance and now you know, and you’ll use that information to find yourself a better partner right? I won’t judge you for that.”
Emmett nodded, obviously miserable. He dropped a crumpled tissue on the floor with the rest, and plucked a new one out of the box.
“Stay here, I’m going to get the bolt cutters from my workshop.”

Henry first brought Emmett some fresh water to sip, then ran out to his workshop to find the tool. When Emmett saw them, his eyes went wide. “That won’t cut anything else right?”
“No, just metal. Come into the kitchen, sit on a chair.” Emmett held out his hands and Henry pulled him to his feet. He heard Emmett whimper. Henry got the boy situated; he was shirtless and wearing only some athletic shorts that came off easily enough. Their relationship was casual and he had seen Emmett naked before; they had grown up next door from each other. Henry’s mom needed to borrow a cup of sugar and that’s how they met. They had been inseparable, Emmett following Henry around like a puppy. Now adults, they had their own lives but never went more than a week without contact.

With a sharp bang, the lock snapped under the steel teeth of the bolt cutters. Emmett yelped.
“Shit, did I hurt you?” Henry’s eyes roved over his swollen cock, looking for blood.
Emmett looked sheepish. “No the loud noise just startled me.”
Henry chuckled. “Yeah it startled me a little too.” He put the bolt cutters on the table and pulled off the lock. “I’m gonna go slowly ok?” Emmett nodded; his cock was starting to harden at the contact. Henry delicately pulled the plastic sleeve off his cock. An unpleasant scent reached his nose and he crinkled it in response. Emmett smelled it too. “Oh god. Oh god is that..is that me?”
“Did Tim not clean you in six weeks?” he asked in disbelief.
“Just bath soaks… I tried with q-tips but it was so tight.” Emmett covered his face in shame.
“Honey you’re uncut. You can’t clean that just with a soak…” Henry felt a tear hit his wrist. “Oh god, I’m sorry Emmett. Don’t be embarrassed. This isn’t your fault. Henry pulled off the plastic pieces and put them in a small paper bag he found under the sink. He folded it over and set it aside, then returned to Henry’s cock and inspected it with his fingertips.
"Sweetie, I hate to tell you this, but there’s a sore on this side, and there’s a rash under your shaft. It might be a skin infection. You’re going to need to see a doctor.”

Emmett wiped tears off his face. “I feel so disgusting,” he said, feeling helpless.“
Henry brushed his cheeks with the back of his other hand. "Hey…it’s ok Emmy. I’m going to take care of you alright? I won’t hurt you, I promise.
Emmett looked at him with hope in his wet eyes.
"Do you have health insurance?” Henry asked.
“Yes, private.”
“Ok, we’re gonna need to call a urologist and make an appointment.”
“Can we shower first? Please? I can’t go in there with it smelling like this!

Henry agreed. He stood and got Emmett another tissue. "Let’s take a bath real quick.” He was relieved to see Emmett smile. They went upstairs together, and Henry filled the tub with warm water and a bit of vitamin E oil. By this point, Emmett’s cock was hard and deep red. “It hurts…” he said.
“We’ll take care of that.” Henry fetched the box of white gloves from the medicine cabinet, but when he saw the hurt look on Emmett’s face he put them down. Emmett looked relieved. Henry picked up the softest washcloth he had; he sat on a folded towel next to the tub and washed his friend with gentle lavender bath gel, saving his cock for last. He took great care in cleaning the sensitive skin, careful of the sore. He massaged Emmett’s numb testicle until he gasped and announced it was tingling. Pleased, Henry moved up to his cock. He took a deep breath and pulled back the foreskin. Both men cringed.
“I am going to murder Tim, I swear to god,” Henry muttered.
“I’d like to help.” Emmett agreed, folding his arms. “Ohh Henry that feels nice… that feels really nice.” His arms fell away at his sides and he rested his head on the back of the tub. “I wanna cum. Can I come?”
“Come as many times as you’d like.”
Emmett shot soon after, his seed shooting up like a fountain. They watched it splash into the water, making them both giggle. Henry was able to coax a second orgasm out of his friend, and by that time, Emmett looked like he was going to fall asleep.

Henry rinsed out the wash cloth and threw it into the sink. He pulled the drain on the tub and bundled Emmett into a fresh towel.

After some phone calls, they made an appointment at urologist for later in the afternoon. Just as Henry was starting to make lunch, the receptionist called back and said someone just canceled and if they wanted to come in early? Henry gave him some clean shorts to wear and got him into the car. Emmett commented how strange it was to not have the cage on; how light his cock felt and how sensitive it was. He spent the car ride plucking at the shorts.

The urologist listened to Emmett’s story with sympathy. He confirmed that the mottled spots on the underside of his cock were in fact a fungal infection. Emmett nearly died from shame and clung to Henry’s hand to keep from just going all emotional again. The doctor discovered the sore was an ingrown hair and subsequently drained it. He performed some more tests, including a much hated prostate exam, and by the end Emmett thought he’d never stop blushing.
“Now, you should not wear any sort of restrictive device on your penis for six weeks, including a condom. If you’re home, I suggest you stay nude, let it breathe. Wear loose fitting clothing, as I said, nothing tight or restricting,” the doctor instructed.
Emmett looked at Henry. “Around Tim? I don’t think-”
“You’re gonna stay with me,” Henry interrupted firmly. Emmett exhaled as the weight slid off his shoulders.

Both were quiet on the way home from the doctor and the pharmacist. As they pulled in the drive way, Emmett spoke up. “Is it wrong that I still want to explore chastity one day? I feel so perverted that I like the fetish so much, even now.”
Henry parked the car. “You’re a natural submissive, Emmett. You should never be ashamed of it. A proper chastity and keyholder relationship can be a wonderful thing.”
“I loved being horny the first week Tim locked me,” he admitted.
“A good keyholder takes care of his boy though and artfully uses that horniness to create wonderful, intense sexual experiences for both partners. You’ll find that one day, after you’re healed.”
“Would you be my keyholder, Henry?”
Henry unfastened his seatbelt and glanced over at Emmett. “I would love to take care of you, but I think you’re exhausted and upset and need to think about this more. Right now you’re just seeking me because I’m your friend and I’m the opposite of Tim. The doctor said you have six weeks of rest anyway, so let’s wait until then to talk about it ok? Plus, no more plastic. If you’re serious about chastity, we’ll look into metal.”
Emmett looked a little disappointed but nodded. “Metal? Really? Custom devices are always expensive.”
“But they’re better, easier to clean, and won’t hurt you. A good investment.”
Emmett thought. “How is it that you’re always right?”
“Not always,” Henry corrected. “Remember when I moved in and painted my bedroom pink by mistake?”
Emmett laughed. “It looked like a 7 year old princess lived there. God that was funny.”
Henry shook his head. “I was never so happy to see cream. Alright, let’s go in.”

Back in the kitchen, Henry made Emmett a grilled cheese sandwich and heated up a can of soup. After Emmett devoured both, he put him down for a nap sans apparel. As Henry was walking away, he felt a tug on his shirt. He looked over to see Emmett peering up at him from the blankets.
“Stay with me? Until I fall asleep?”
Henry sighed and gave in, climbing into bed and holding his friend until he finally surrendered his exhausted body to sleep. When he was sure Emmett was unconscious judging by his low breathing, Henry slipped out from the blankets and tucked Emmett in tight. Henry left him a glass of water on the nightstand, then went downstairs to grab his keys and put on his shoes. He also grabbed the paper bag on the way out.

Henry was going to go put the fear of God into Tim for hurting such a sweet, trusting, boy.

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Text is fictional. This is male model Harry Bowen. This caption is not a speculation of his sexuality or attempted projection of his identity. Photographer is listed as Bryan Huynh.

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That pink cage hides the small cock cleanly and shows off this boi’s beautiful full round balls instead. Definitely hard to ignore – no keyholder would be able to resist the temptation of cupping them in their hand and feeling their heat and heft. You know this boi feels them with every step he takes, which is probably why his trapped cock is pressing so hard against it’s prison. This is a proper state of existence for a boi under the tutelage of a keyholder.

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Text is fictional. Source is unknown, and the sexuality of this boy is speculation.

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rip-spank-jerk:

regretting his predicament

Sean loses it after five swats. He covers his face but it doesn’t stop the tears. He knows better than this! He’s so ashamed to be getting a spanking after seven months of not getting one. He used to get them every other day, and thought he’d finally proved to his Master he was a good, obedient boy who did not make mistakes. He feels so helpless, like he hasn’t made any progress at all, bent over his Master’s knee. His cock has long been locked up, so he’s frustrated and uncomfortable and everything just sucks. Each strike stings and makes him yowl. Soon he’s just bawling.

All Sean wants is to be a good boy, but when he closes his eyes all he sees is the disappointment on his Master’s face when he came home. Sean had gotten his chores done early, and so he decided to dust the bookcase and his Master’s CD and vinyl collection. It wasn’t something he’d been told to do, but it was noticeably dusty so he decided to do it anyway.
It was an open bookcase and there was a gap between the displayed goods and the wall. In the process of moving things around to dust in the gap, a record slipped out of its sleeve and crashed onto the wooden floor, snapping in half. In the haste to catch it, Sean dropped another and it chipped and cracked.

The first was a rare, limited edition copy highly sought after by collectors. The second Sean had damaged had been one of the records given to his Master by his deceased father. There was nothing Sean could do expect wait until his Master got home and explain his errors in a heavy, sad voice. Fibbing would only lead to worse punishment once it was discovered.

Oh, he knows better! He really does! He’d been given very clear instructions – he was free to clean anything in the house, but never his Master’s personal things without permission. He’s fucked up, and for it, he got the wooden spoon. Sobs wrack Sean’s body each time the implement strikes red flesh and his muscles tremble; his Master spanks him until his hand begins to hurt. He then lowers the spoon and massages the tender muscle with his other hand.

When he spoke, Sean could hear that the seething anger in his voice had dissipated. “I want you to know, boy, I did not enjoy having to do this. To say I am disappointed is an understatement, but it also reflects on myself. I got comfortable and you got sloppy. I do not like hearing you cry, boy, but you know I had to punish you. The records cannot be fixed, but they will be replaced. I’ll talk to Miguel about getting you some labor hours to work off the debt.”
Sean only gasps and hiccups. “I’m so so sorry Sir, I’m so sorry. Thank you Sir for allowing me to work it off. I feel so ugly for having failed you.”

“It is good to work out your weaknesses while still fresh out of training. You’re released, but I have instructions for you. First, go blow your nose, wash your face, and fetch me a clean pair of pants as you leaked all over these. I’m not mad at you for that, I expected it. Then, you’re going to drink a cup of water, then go to your cot with an icepack and think about how you can be a better houseboy. If you ever want to ascend into training to wear my collar, you will think very hard.”

Sean’s throat is tight and he can barely push any more words out. “Y- yes Sir. Exactly as you said Sir.” Sean sniffles, his face the color of a ripe tomato.
“That’s a good boy now.” He helps Sean to his feet, stabilizing him as he blood rushed downwards. In a moment of impulse, he gives Sean a brief hug. Sean returns it instantly and exhales a ragged sigh. “I’ll be better Sir.”
“I know. And that starts now. Go on. You’re dismissed.”

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Text is fictional. Source is the watermark.

Huh…

Huh…

by ccallenreese

For some reason, this chastity story about a guy named Hayden is going around again. I posted it back in November but there’s been an uptick in likes/reblogs over the past month; it’s the most popular post on my dash right now and my follower number has jumped. So if some of you are seeing it on your dashboard again, that’s why. Luckily, there’s a disclaimer on it so people won’t think it’s real this time…

I guess that’s officially my most popular post. This one about Ethan was also pretty popular. Guess that’s my hint to write more chastity stories.