I’m a lucky boy! I have two doms controlling and enforcing my chastity. Master Rob likes to make sure I’m horny and straining in my device by making me read erotic stories and giving him a report along with a pic of my straining fag dick.
Very lucky boy! The fun of a boy in chastity isn’t just stopping a hard on, it’s teasing him to the point of breaking out of the device so he learns to embrace being horny and craving his doms.
Vibrator in a chaste boy’s ass. – XTube Porn Video – MasterA6
A little more from before the rivet went in. Chastepup got his ass played with, he was fucked by my thumb and then a vibrator. This is with the vibrator and you can see him push back and his breathing increase. His posture and noises told me how much he enjoyed it.
The last time my dick was free. :3
Your little dick should only be free on the rare occasion pup, the chastity cage is its natural habitat which keeps it from getting hard and away from your hands.
Yes sir, thank you sir!
I looove these two. They’re such a great example of balance in a relationship: a chaste boy who has accepted his roll and is eager to refocus all his sexual pleasure to places other than his cock – and looks stunning locked up!; and his Master, who takes such good care of him and knows how to put him in his place.
“What’s he doing?” my apprentice whispers into my ear. We’re watching the slave on webcam together.
“Mm. Adjusting to his new reality I suppose. Slave psychology is actually a rather interesting thing. They naturally respond to orders and demands in a snap, but they need some quiet moments to think and decompress during the day or else they get overstimulated.”
“Is that why you told Master Aberdeen 3:30 and put the boy in there at 3?”
“Yes. It’s his first time at auction, I don’t want to stress him out too much. He’s lucky to have attracted a potential private buyer though. Master Aberdeen has fine taste and enjoys – mmm, how should I say it? decorating his boys. Number 867 here will have a good future with him if the sale is completed.”
He squints at the webcam. “I’ll have to take your word for it Sir, I still am new to this region. Still, that’s a pretty heavy chastity device.”
“Oh yes, that. Master Aberdeen is very strict about how slaves access their own bodies… believes it’s the ultimate reward and should be off limits and coveted from day 0. ‘A horny boy is a happy boy.’ is what he likes to say. When Aberdeen comes by the office later, you should ask him over for brandy or coffee or something, I bet you could learn a lot from him.”
“Not later, he’s here,” my apprentice says, gesturing to the screen.
I smile. “Yes he is. Now watch closely, see how an accomplished Master works and tests new product.”
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Text is fictional.
As Mister Anonymous asked for; here are some more pics of the thong one of my followers got me, including bulges with and without chastity. Thanks for the request!
That second pic with it sticking out is adorable. Someone draw a smiley face on that. Love the way the black thong clings to your cage too.
“How’s it fit?” he asks.
“Snug,” I reply.
The vendor looks pleased and gestures to the rest of the wares in the boxes. “Well adjust yourself a little, take your time. Don’t rush it.”
I take his advice, tugging on it, testing how tight it is. I think He’ll like it. I don’t really know what else to do. When you have a fight with a Sir, it’s not like you can apologize flowers and a card. Men like that need more, not hollow symbolism or vague imagery. They need something solid, and blunt, something more than just kneeling naked at their feet. For most gay couples that would be the ultimate sign of submission and trust, but I’m nude all the time anyway and kneeling several times a day in respect is standard protocol.
How do you tell a Master He doesn’t have to be scared? Half the BDSM scene glorifies coaxing subs out of their shells, but no one talks about coaxing out the Masters. My poor Sir. He’s such a natural and it overwhelms Him to feel that urge coursing through his veins. He is shocked to see it staring back at Him when He looks in the mirror dressed for a session.
I want him to collar me. I’ve caught him looking at collars online, but he refuses to talk about it. For the past few years my Master’s kept me at a distance, acts like He keeps me around purely to fuck me, but I know He wants more. He wants Us, he’s just too chicken to admit it.
It wasn’t my place, but I called Him out on it after the millionth time He insisted I’m his “boyfriend” at the bars but his “sub” at home. After our fight, He told me he doesn’t need a mouthy slave and sent me away with the pain of regret fresh in His eyes.
This will have to do the trick. I know my Sir’s had a chastity fetish for a long long time, but He’s never brought it up with me. It’s just one of those things, like the titles, the collar, and talking about our feelings. Once the key is in his hand, He’ll have a physical object that embodies how much he controls me. My Sir will be forced to take care of and supervise my chastity…He won’t be able to stay away from me this way, all tempting and horny. When I’ve snagged Him, I’ll crack Him open and get him to spill all those bottled up feelings. Is chastity therapy a thing? Well I’m gonna find out. He means too much to me to just let it end like this.
“Yes…I’ll take this. Can you help me get fitted with the sleeve please?”
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Text is fictional.
“Wow boy is that really you?” My Sir raises an eyebrow.
I try suppress a smile. “Yes Sir.”
He looks at me, then back at the photo. “So how hungover were you the next day?”
“Sooo hungover. Matter of the fact that was the day I started to wish I had someone to keep me in check…hard to believe that little thought lead me to this.”
He chuckles and hands me back the photo. “A boy unbridled. Look at you now…I wonder what the boy in this photo would say if he saw you now, with your shaved head, your collar round his neck, cock safely protected…”
I feel like I’m blushing. I always do when he sounds proud of me. “I think that boy would be confused but…wistful. A bit jealous. Curious. He’d see the potential, and it would stick with him.”
My Sir kisses me on my forehead. “Are you happy?”
“Yes of course!” I cry. “You have done so much for me Sir…I needed that discipline, my head is so clear now. No more hangovers, no more masturbating when I should be doing other things, no more piles of dishes…plus now that I’m in your service there is always a fine cock to think about too. I want it all the time though…”
He grins. “Well you were thinking about cock anyway. I just streamlined your focus. Now, come join me downstairs, all this talk of discipline has put me in a mood to make you drip.”
“Yes Sir!”
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Text is fictional. Updating from my phone so there might be formatting issues. Fixed!
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?
Dark and full, how long has it been?
“Am I old enough to fuck now, Daddy?”
I nearly dropped the basket of laundry I was holding. What was he doing in my bed? “Woaaah there, down boy. Where did you get a pair of shorts that small?”
“I bought them online. You said it was important for a boy to show off his assets. I’m ready Daddy, please, I want to screw like all your friends do with their boys. Mark told me his Daddy fucked him outside on a chaise lounge chair yesterday, outside.”
I rub my temples. He’s making this hard. “Boy, you’re still not ready yet, barely old enough, legally…”
“But I am! I’m ready! I want to know what it’s like, I’m sooo horny. When are you going to let me out of my chastity device? I’m ready! Measure me, Daddy you’ll see.”
I give him a look. When I weighed and measured his balls two days ago he wasn’t anywhere near full enough. I humor him though, because he’s frustrated and bored and is damn near irresistible. I get out the little scale and weigh his balls, then record it in my little notebook. With the measuring tape I get a number for how wide around they are. To my surprise… “How the hell have you made such a huge jump?”
He smirks at me, humping my pillow although it’s more to tease me than anything since his cock is all locked up. “I discovered one of my toys had an ‘on’ button.”
“How… you just noticed that?”
He looked a bit sheepish. “Just never really paid attention… but I’ve been playing with it a lot and now I’m all backed up.”
I put my notebook back in the drawer and give him a stare. I place my large hand on his ass cheek and slide my fingers down to between his legs. I cup him, and I can feel the heat even through the thin fabric. I suppress a groan. “You’re very close boy…I think in 48 hours you’ll be ready."
"4..48 hours?” he cries. “No no now, Daddy now!”
I squeeze his balls in a vice like grip, “Do you want to get punished and have to have that device on another month?”
He gasps and mewls, wiggling in my grip, “N-n-no! No! I’ll be good and wait, but the pressure Daddy it’s so tight in there…”
I release him and sigh a deep, long breath. “You’ve waited this long, 48 more hours will only make it that much more sweeter.”
He pouts at me, knowing he won’t win this. He groans and curls up around the pillow as I put away the laundry. “I wanna be fucked on a chaise lounge,” he grumps.
I chuckle. “You’re so ornery. You’ll get that, one day. Trust me, doesn’t Daddy know what’s best?”
He gives me the cutest look, trying to be mad but failing, “Yes… yes you do.”
“Would you like to pet me for a little bit while I watch the news?”
His face lights up and he practically shoves the remote into my hand.
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Text is fictional…story is set in Luxembourg where the age of consent is 16. I’m 99% sure this model is named Ugo and comes from a website called Teens-Boys-World.com. I’m sure I’m on an FBI watch list now for Googling that, although the website says “All boys in this site is over 18 y.o.”.
Big session celebrating my 15 days in chastity!
Reblog if you like them!
Blue is definitely your color and you have a great ass. Nice to a man all locked and heavy between the legs.