Tag: gay male chastity

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by ccallenreese

My boy loves to wear leather, it makes him feel damn kinky and he knows he looks amazing in it. Problem is, people associate men in leather with men of authority. Also because he’s bald, and has that sexy German accent, it gives off a particular kind of impression in the BDSM scene. I’m shorter than he is, and with my long hair, people don’t immediately get we’re in a relationship or that I own his pert little ass.

I took him to our annual Leather BBQ in the Park event wrapped up like a birthday present, and when I wasn’t there to supervise he kept finding himself with all sorts of unwanted company. He knew how to handle it though without saying a word. All he had to do was tug down his pants and show off his locked cock, and they knew immediately he was off limits and taken. That cage was pretty expensive for a piece of plastic, but the protection it provides is worth every penny. On the flip side though, a chaste boy attracts a whole bunch of Masters and Doms wanting to examine him and consider one for their own boys. That’s my cue to go over there and answer questions. Lots of gloved hands caressed his balls that day, making him more horny than ever and encouraging him to stick close to my side in hopes of relief. I’m not sure he’d consider it relief to be milked in front of the entire group, but he got it none the less. He really is entirely too gorgeous for his own good, I just had to share.

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

The boy knew his role was to serve his man and be available for him whenever and where-ever he wanted it. He knows better than to inconvenience his Sir by saying ‘no’, and he would be a fool to spurn a man who has selected his ass to claim as there are so few masters as so many horny bottoms. No matter how humiliating, he must show respect and hold his cheeks apart to provide easy access. His Sir also loves watch his throbbing cock slide in and out of his boy’s body. It pleases him tremendously to see it and to have a boy so consistently obedient.

Those hands were supposed to stay that way until his Sir came and he was never allowed to touch himself without permission… Sir said it was conditioning for when the chastity device arrived. At first the boy was anxious of what that meant and resented the idea, but he began to look forward to having something between his sensitive, frustrated cock and the teasing, tickling fibers of the rug.

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

“Boy where are you?” I hollered.
He stuck his head out of the bedroom, “Here! In here! Sshh come quick.”
“What’s wrong?”
He removed the piece of toilet paper from the tip of his cock cage. “I’m dripping! It won’t stop! I can’t go out there like this, you gotta milk me!”
“Oohhh you are dripping,” I cooed, examining his wet member pressing up against its plastic confines.
“I’m so horny,” he whines.
“I’m very pleased, I wasn’t expecting these kinds of results so quickly. I can’t wait to show everyone your big milestone.”
“But…but!”
“Alright, let’s get that big drip…there we go. Now just wash your hands and join me outside.”
“But..!”
“Don’t be ashamed to be locked boy. Horny bottoms shouldn’t ever have access to their cocks, it’s ruinous and too distracting for them during sex, you know that. You know how great it’s been lately in bed, don’t forget that now.”
He turns bright red then huffs and washes his hands. “Still…I’m naked in front of all of them…”
“Oh you’re going to have to get used to that. This dinner party thing is going to be a once a week occurrence, and you’re going to show everyone that fantastic service of yours from your waiter days.”
“But…!”
I give him a playful smack on the ass. “Now get out there. Get.” I guide him by his shoulders to the living room.
“Hey everyone, I have an announcement to make. Arty’s made it to his first milestone already, three days ahead of schedule – look at him dripping!” I hold his wrists and arms above his head so he’s exposed.

My half dozen guests ooo and aaahh and some clap their hands. My boy is blushing so hard I can feel it in his forearms. “Si..sir–” he begins.
“Oh Arty,” Rebecca says, “Look how beautiful he is. What a lucky boy to be in chastity under you. You do the most amazing work, sometimes I’m almost mad that I don’t have a cock.
I grin. "Does my reputation proceed me?”
Matt wanders out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel, “Oh it does. I’ve tried that chastity thing before, but my balls are too big for it. Even in the biggest cage everything goes numb.”
Rebecca laughs, “The mental image of you stuffing yourself into that is hilarious.”
“Oh look, there’s a big drip now,” Jesse announces and they all watch as my boy’s precum seeps out. I hear him whimper in humilation and arousal and it’s making me very horny. I must push it aside though, dinner is almost ready.

“See boy? It’s ok, you’re in a supportive environment here, nothing to be ashamed of. Now, let’s get a condom on the tip of your cock so you can serve dinner without slipping in it.
"Yes sir,” he responds, his voice subdued now that he’s submitted to the reality that I’m not going to let him hide in the bathroom.

The dinner party is a success. Afterwards I let Jesse fuck him then take my turn, a reward for my boy for a job well done. Conditioning is a slow process, you have to rewrite what is correct and incorrect and introduce new carrots on sticks for him to chase. It’s not always fun or comfortable, but the results are always worth it – happy, chaste, beautiful horny boys.

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Post is fictional. Source is from here, I think.

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by ccallenreese

“Wow….”
“Now look at that.”
“I can’t believe that’s actually my cock.” I watch him cup it and examine himself in the mirror. “Gosh, look how big my balls look! Oh I love this.”
“See, this is what happens when you trust yourself to a man that adores you and takes care of you,” I explain, running my hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “I look just like all those beautiful boys at the club,” he marvels, “Just like them.”
I know his jealously streak runs a mile wide. Everyone we go there, he just gives the other locked boys longing looks because he wants to feel pretty and cute and sexy too, but with his huge bush and long cock prone to random boners, he often felt the opposite. He wanted to join the crowd, make other Masters drool over his nubile, chaste body. I think mostly he wanted other Masters to be jealous that he was mine.
“My PA stands out more too,” he notes. “Damn this is amazing. I feel like a harem boy or something, Sir. Do I look hot to you?”
“I’ve spent the last hour cleaning and handling your cock before locking it away, how horny do you think I am right now?”
He grins. “I can’t thank you enough Sir for buying me a chastity cage. It feels so…so right. May I give you a blowjob? In thanks?”

He’s never offered to do that before. Marvelous how quickly a good cage can reroute the psyche. “You may. It was an expensive cage, you can work it off with your tongue. Now get down there, my cock is gonna burst.”

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Caption is fictional. Photo from zaxaph.

4 Weeks

4 Weeks

by ccallenreese

uptopuppystuff:

Ugh. Tomorrow marks my first 4 weeks without an orgasm and it’s finally starting to hit me again. I’m starting another unbearably horny phase about now where everything turns me on and almost nothing satisfies me.

It’s also weird because my taste in men has grown and changed in the past year and is much broader than it used to be. My slave mindset has also grown. I’ve gone from feeling like my Master’s slave and puppy to feeling like I’m a slave in general, feeling inferior to the men I feel as being superior to myself. It’s an interesting shift in perspective.

So now, with the addition of the building feeling of horniness, I see men who used to fall into the category of unbearable and cocky now fall into the category of superior men. The result of this category shift is that I get hard instantly and want to do nothing more than satisfy these men. 

I follow a lot of slaves that have discovered this feeling and can act on it because they are more able to act on this instinct either because their Masters want their slaves to do so or because there are men around them that they can satisfy. The superior men I see are mostly on Tumblr and nowhere near me, so I can’t act on this new instinct as easily. 

I don’t know. I feel helpless because I can’t act on these instincts the way I’d like. It means that I put all of that energy into satisfying the only superior man that matters in my life, my Master, but I still can’t help but drool and moan like a bitch in heat when I see an unbelievable attractive muscle man or a superior man who knows they’re superior.

A boy far along in his training writes some honest thoughts. Very hot.

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by ccallenreese

How humiliating to be kept only locked and naked, but put in mitts as well as if to say he doesn’t have any decorum at all in keeping his hands off himself. Maybe this is why he’s allowed to keep his hair, a small gesture to humor him, to give the illusion that he’s still a grown man in control of his own body. However, if you look at his other pictures of him in a collar and diapers you can tell he is happiest when he is helpless and has to rely on someone else’s care and whims. That lock is metal after all….doubt it’s coming off for a long while. The hair will go eventually, along with the rest of his old identity.