Day 8
Looove a snug cage. You made it one week boy, keep going.
Tag: gay male chastity
Such a cute cage! Fits so nicely. I thought that last picture was a cow outfit but I think it’s a skeleton. There’s a joke in here somewhere about boners but I can’t seem to dig it out.
“Wake up boy~”
“NNnnnfff…”
“Come on, it’s your first day of chastity, I want to see how your device is fitting.”
“Mmf.” He rolls onto his side.
I push the sheet up so I can see it then give it an examination. “Good solid fit, no chafing… you got a little space at the end here, do you need a smaller device?”
He wiggles under my touches. “No I need that space for when I get hard,” he murmurs, still not entirely awake.
I chuckle, “No baby that’s not how it works. You’re not getting hard anymore. We talked about this right? Your New Years resolution was to masturbate less.”
“Yeah but…”
“Just because the cage stops expansion outward doesn’t mean your cock will go upward.”
He stares at me.
“Oh ho you thought that’s how you were going to get away with this. Boy it doesn’t reduce your hard on, it *stops* your hard on. You can’t swell, you can’t grow, you can’t touch yourself, you can only hold the iron rings in your hand and remember that you used to be able to.”
He tries to sit up, sputtering, “But my balls – I need to cum!”
“Baby…” I run my hand over his belly to sooth him, “Do you remember any of our conversation? We talked about this. This is why I got you those new toys for Christmas. Trust me, after I’m done with your training you’ll never want to jerk off again. There are many more exciting ways to milk the cum out of those cute balls of yours.”
“…Really?”
“Yes, and I’m going to try every one.”
He eyes me.. “So ..does that start this morning?”
“No, it only works when you’re very horny so we’re going to wait a couple days-”
-Days??“ he exclaims.
"Did you not pay attention during any of our conversation about this?” I tilted my head. “Yes, days, so you’re dripping pre-cum… trust me, baby, it’ll change your world.”
He glanced down at his cage. “I really do want to stop masturbating so much…but now all I want to do is masturbate..”
“Tut tut. Sit up. Yes like that. On your knees, hands on your lap. Good boy. Here’s your first lesson. Now, you’re going to watch me masturbate and then you’re going to take a cold shower.”
“But…”
“You can suck my cock if you want to, but you’re not getting the key to yours.”
His face contorts at his options, “But…"
"If you say ‘but’ again I’m going to start putting things in it.”
That got him quiet. He sat there obediently, watching me slowly pleasure myself as his cock pressed against the metal rings. When I hit my climax, he was whimpering and so I let him finish me and clean me off. Already, he was more focused than normal since he wasn’t distracted by his own member. After I pushed him off my sensitive organ, my boy then gave me puppy eyes as if trying to guilt me about this.
“No. You’re staying locked. Now go take that shower.”
He sighed in acceptance and went to go cool down. Went pretty smooth for day one of… oh we’ll see won’t we?
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Post is fictional. Pic submitted to lockndenied.
When the men are away, the boys shall play….(since they can’t get hard or cum anymore.)
Ollie came home in a sour mood, pissed off after a turn of events at work. His slave X was washing windows when his Master stormed into the door. X quickly set down what he was doing and rushed to kneel in greeting, but Ollie had no patience for such niceties.
“Face down on the sofa, boy, now.” That tone implied he wanted that done five minutes ago, his deep voice spiky with impatience and rage.
X was going to say something about how he should probably wash his hands, but sensed it wasn’t so wise. He blurted out a “yes sir” and ran to the sofa to assume the position. By the time he was in place, Ollie was nearly finished shedding his clothing. He climbed up on the sofa and growled, “Your ass better be lubricated, boy."
"Yes sir but – please Sir, I’m still sore from last night, please be-”
Ollie shoved his boy’s head into the pillows, “I didn’t say you could speak, boy!” Ollie’s cock was so hard he didn’t even have to position it; he pushed into his slave with one hard thrust. Under him, X cried out into the pillow. Ollie did not relent – when he got ticked he got aroused, and he poured every single drop of his temper tantrum into his boy’s ass squeezing like a vice against him.
X’s yelps diminished to whimpers, then low moans as his Master exercised his sore and used hole. Once his body warmed to the intrusion, the pain melted away and intense pleasure filled its void. X just had to remind himself his purpose was to serve his Master, and he was serving now exactly as intended; hell, he should be grateful his Master didn’t take his bad day out on him with the whip. The more X focused on submission, the better it felt to be fucked.
X’s body was the balm to Ollie’s temper. Ollie bellowed like a bull and gushed cum into his slave’s ass, thrusting non-stop even through the climax. When every drop was spent, his frustrations went with it. He exhaled loudly, panting, then went still. He released X’s head so he could breath. X took this moment to utter a “thank you, Sir”.
Ollie gave that ass a couple sharp smacks then slid off the sofa. He felt…well, wonderful. “Man, William can go step on a lego. Fuck him, just…fuck him” he said to no one in particular. He gave X’s ass another smack then walked over thrust his dick in X’s face. “Clean."
The slave made eager work of cleaning his Master’s seed off his cock. Well clearly his Master had overlooked his discrepancy of mouthing off earlier if he was allowing him to clean! His Master’s cock tasted of lubricant he’d applied an hour ago and his warm seed; X could have sucked on it forever. When Ollie was satisfied, he grunted and pulled it away. He then dressed in silence.
X was watching him from the sofa. When his Master got to his shoes, he gave his slave another order, "Plug your sloppy ass then get back to those windows or I’m gonna piss all over them and make you lick them clean.” He then grabbed his keys and left the house.
X blinked. Well, whatever just happened, his Master was clearly in a much better mood now. X was pleased. He had been a bit anxious, but by quickly putting aside his own pointless problems, he allowed his beloved Master some peace of mind. Good. X hoped whatever was going on his Master’s life was resolved soon. He quickly went for a plug then got back to the windows, humming as he worked, ignoring his cock pushing against his chastity cage like always.
Classic Bad boy Good boy photoset. my Master’s idea. Someday in the future i’ll probably redo this and make it better. Hopefully by then i’ll have an actual camera. And i’ll be able to devote more time to making it look good.
A good lesson to remember but…fuck. Pringles are so tasty. I hope you got some as a reward. Also, you look a lot more mature in the last picture. Keep up the good training!
A locked faggot encounters airport security – Part I
As you all know, this faggot has been locked in a bright pink plastic chastity device since the end of May. It has been a challenging, yet in many ways rewarding, year as the faggot has adapted to its new life. One (well, really two) of the most intense experiences that the faggot has had to deal with in relation to its chastity happened in the past week. You see, the faggot needed to take a flight to visit family for the Christmas holiday. While the faggot did consider asking Sir Lockdown to be released from its cock cage in order to go through airport security, it knew that that would be selfish and inappropriate. The faggot did tell Sir Lockdown that it had thought about it and decided not to ask, and Sir quickly responded that even if it did ask, the cage was not coming off. After some discussion, the faggot was given two options: go through the full body scanner at the airport and deal with whatever happened; or request a pat-down in the hopes that the cage would not be discovered and whether or not it is discovered be required to lick a urinal at the airport.
It was last Saturday at Cleveland Hopkins Airport. The fag was pretty nervous as it checked in for the flight and checked a piece of luggage. The faggot slowly approached the security line, its anxiety building with each step. The cage felt large and heavy in my jeans, as though it weighed 20 pounds and was lit with neon. The faggot stopped before entering the rope queue, not sure what to expect, afraid of what could happen. All the research assured the faggot that a chastity device was not prohibited, so there was little chance of missing the flight, but how far might this go? As the faggot finally started to walk through the queue, it repeatedly surveyed the area to see if there was anyone it knew also going through security. Finally, it presented its boarding pass to the TSA agent and was cleared to proceed to screening. To say that the faggot’s heart was pounding would be a major understatement. Shoes and coat off, belt off, laptop out of the carry-on. Finally, the time came. It was at that moment that the faggot decided to just go through the scanner and deal with whatever happens.
“Face to the right, hands up, stay still,” barked the agent, as she had to so many others before. But this time was different. A male agent asked if there was anything in the pockets. The faggot shook its head, and softly responded, “it’s a chastity device.” The humiliation swept over the faggot like a thunderstorm. Fuck, having to admit to this stranger that its dick was locked in a cage, and not in a kink- or gay-friendly environment either. The agent asked the faggot to step aside as he turned and spoke into his walkie-talkie. At this point the faggot was not sure what to expect, but obviously others were now being informed that it’s locked in a dick cage.
The agent asked the faggot to go through the screener a second time. After a bit more walkie-talkie chatter, the faggot was allowed to pass through, collect its things and proceed like all of the other unchaste passengers. The faggot did not really breathe a sigh of relief until it was on the plane, but all-in-all it was not that bad an experience for the faggot.
This faggot answers the question of what would happen if it went through airport security. Don’t be ashamed of your locked state, boy, be proud!
Holidays are busy, but there’s always time for a little fun, right? This summarizes most of your requests: Me being bound, used and fucked by my bf (in chastity, which is not visible here).
It seriously was the best fuck we ever had! My bf’s cock continuously hitting the right spot made me go crazy and got my eyes rolling madly. *sigh*
There’s probably more to come, we’re not sure whether to post more or not since the quality wasn’t that great.. We’ll see! x
gayboykink is going to kill me with these posts. There are few things better in this world than a chaste boy thriving so well in his role that his boyfriend can’t help but be drawn to dominate him and use him.
Locked Boiz Getting Nasty
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.
