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vallentiro14:

My my, are my eyes deceiving me? I can’t be a 100% sure, but I am pretty sure that boy has a chastity cage on under his swimtrunks. What is a boy like that doing all the way out here in these rural parts of Georgia? I suppose he’s come for a lake holiday like most of us, but he seems to be by himself. Shouldn’t there be a keyholder around here somewhere? If he were by himself, no doubt he’d be a bit concerned about getting relief he may need out here where Grindr don’t reach. He doesn’t look concerned at all, though. Or maybe he’s just good at using his toys. Maybe he’s self locked?
What a curious situation. Will have to keep an eye on that boy. He appears to be close in age to me, and not harsh on the eyes. I wasn’t hunting for a lay on this trip, but when an opportunity presents itself so beautifully, it’d be foolish to ignore it… even if he does have a keyholder, maybe they’d want some fresh company.

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Basically, that’s the look when your latest boy learns he’s getting an extra week in chastity and a spanking, but it’s also the look of him realizing that his actions have consequences.
“I’m not just locking you up and giving you release ‘when I feel like it’, I have a very specific schedule I’m following and I’m monitoring what your body is doing. When you secretly use a vibrator to ejaculate and empty your balls, I can absolutely tell. I don’t like you going behind my back. This also tells me you’re not quite understanding what the goals are with your lock up. So after we’re done with your punishment, we’re going to sit down and talk about it. Well. Maybe we should do that now. You’re not going be comfortable sitting for a little while after your punishment.”

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vallentiro14:

I drink in the stunning sight of Nero reading on the sofa in the buff, utterly comfortably in himself. I love discovering all sides to this complex, quiet man. Seeing him at leisure is just as pleasurable as seeing him thrashing in ecstasy.  When he moved in, it was like getting a new pet. I was, and am, just so interested in what he was doing all the time. I try to give him his space during the day, because at night I just want him in my arms until dawn. I also use that time at night to think of more ways to fulfill Nero’s one requirement for moving in – that I bring more casual kink into his daily life.

Nero raises his gaze from his book to me, questioning.
“Show me your device,” I say.
Nero smirks and lifts up his book so I can see the pretty silver device around his cock. The sun glimmers off it.
I nod. “As you were.” And I move on to continue what I was doing. I couldn’t remember what that was though…

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vallentiro14:

“What? So what that you’re horny? You’re always horny,” Jim said.
“But once it gets wet…”
“Who cares if they see the outline of your chastity cage? Better than seeing an outline of your dick in white Speedos.”
Sean blinked. He hadn’t thought of it. “I suppose you’re right..”
“I am right. I’d never put you in a situation that’d get you arrested boy. And remember, it’s not illegal to be embarrassed.” Jim grinned.
Sean blushed. “That’s an unfortunate reality.”
“For you maybe. Hot stuff for me. Come on, it’s hot out here.” Jim picked up his bodyboard and headed to the water.
Sean sighed. He hoped the water was cold. God, he was horny, and all he could think about was getting fucked on the beach with everyone watching him get railed. The thought of submitting and being taken in front of all those people was almost too much to stomach, but god Sean hated that he still fantasized about it just for a chance at relief! Goddamn, this device was wicked and he’d under-estimated its power! Sean groaned, picked up his body board and followed Jim to the sea. God, he hoped it was cold.

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Horned up after their shower, being instructed to oil each-other sent them into a make-out frenzy. They began making out before the director gave the cue. They didn’t care about directors and lights and noises. They had been unlocked after being restrained for a week, and their ability to resist impulses was down to zero. There was cock, and ass, and a bed, and they were going to fuck. Eventually someone hit “record” and just let them have at it. Natural-style porn always sold well, so the directors just let the boys give in to their natural instincts to rut. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

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You’re not super reiligious, but you agree that Sunday should be a day of rest. You make sure your boys have some time where chores aren’t a priority. You let them sleep in. You all make brunch together. You unlock them for cleaning and showers, and it leads to sex. You push their beds together and enjoy them both. No rules, as long as you cum before them. Afterwards, you let them relax au naturale unlocked, and discuss the book you all have been reading. Yes, reading. You encourage them to read and well, it’s like a private book club for just your house.  

One of your boys never had books growing up, his dad mocked him for it. The other one was more of a video game fan, but now they’re both readers. So you chat until you’re hungry, then it’s time to wash the sheets, have another shower, and have a snack.

Maybe a nap follows. Maybe more sex. But you always go for a walk in the evening, all holding hands.

You love your boys, and setting a day aside for them helps strengthen your bond as an odd sort of family. Since you started doing this, there’s been no more lashing out or tantrums and a big reductions in spankings. They communicate better and express themselves better. Plus, less complaining when you lock them up again.

Happy boys (and horny boys) are good boys.

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“See this ass? I mean LOOK at my ass, and my glorious thighs! I would always just stay home and jerk off instead of going to the gym, but man, I’m getting so much done in chastity.”

“Wow. I mean… yeah look at your definition.”
“Insane right?” Jake asks.
“Yeah, hot ass bro!”
“Thanks man,” Jake grins.
“Your man all over that ass?”
“ALL over. He’s a horny fucker!” Jake laughs.
“Do you get to cum, like ever?”
“Well, like once every two weeks?”
“That’s not too bad, really.”
“If I stay in it too long, my horniness just kind of empties and I feel sullen and cranky and restless. I’d love to go longer, but it’s best when fresh.”
“Insane, bro. I nut like almost every day.”
“You should try it,” Jake suggests.
“I could consider it. But like, can I tell you a secret?”
Jake scratches his toned ass. “What bro?”
The other gym patron grins and lowers his voice. “I kinda like feelin’ my dick move in my shorts when I’m on the treadmill.”
Jake laughs and clutches his sides .”Oh dude! Hilarious! Yeah you can’t really feel that in a tight cage! But man, we are definitely gym buddies now.”
“I’d love a gym buddy. Wanna spot me on reps?”
“Love it. I have a feeling you won’t mind roving eyes.” Jake winks.
“Nah man. Definitely not. Knowing you’re off limits makes it especially hot.”

Jake raises an eyebrow. “I’m gonna come home super horny and my man is gonna be sooo caught off guard when I tackle him.”
The man snorts. “You can thank me later! Goddamn your ass though…unf…”

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puploki:

Working from home. Securely.

“You’re working from home tomorrow? You know the rules. You must be secure. No risk of temptation. Only focus on your work. You want to get enough done to prepare dinner in time right? And you want to be horny for a night fun right? Imagine if you get distracted with masturbation, how it will throw your productivity off! I don’t want to punish you for letting yourself down. Neither of us will like it. So in the belt you must go. It will all be worth it.”

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“See, nothing’s coming out.”
John pushed Bob’s hand away. “Forget about making it squirt. You’re treating it more like a teat then a cock.”
“Hey!” Bob protested. “It is my cock, and sorry there isn’t my room with my fingers there.”
John put his hands up. “No offense given. But you’re not gonna satisfaction out of it like that. I swear, chastity will fix this.”
“it won’t make my dick bigger…”
“No. But it will break your fixation on trying to masturbate and making yourself frustrated. It will refocus your sexual energy on your p-spot, and it will let you enjoy longer sessions of arousal and more fulfilling orgasms.”
“…More fulfilling orgasms when I masturbate?”

John grinned. “There won’t be more of that.”
“What??”
“See, this is the fixation I told you about. You don’t need masturbation. You have the perfect cock for chastity. Once you stop focusing on your frustration, you will have the long and satisfying sexual experiences you always dreamed of. Just – not through your cock. Through sex. Through vibration. Through touch. Through a million ways you are ignoring right now to do…whatever you’re doing right now.”
Bob stopped jerking himself and considered John with a wary look. “I have a perfect cock huh?”
“Mmhmm. And once you’re locked up, it’ll look even beautiful set against your big full balls.”
The corner of Bob’s mouth lifted. “You really think I’m attractive down there?”
“I do. I see you have so much potential.” John set the velvet bag on the coffee table. The metal pieces inside made soft clanks as it rested on the wooden surface. “One week. Then we can re-evaluate.”
“One week…” Bob looked at the bag a long time. “But I still haven’t cum. I want to cum before we uh, do this.”
John liked this negotiation. It meant Bob wanted this. And was going to surrender. He liked this very much. Bob just wanted one little thing. John could deliver. He took out the vibrating wand, and told Bob to lie down on the sofa.
In one minute, he had Bob moaning and writhing as the vibrating head danced around his cock like silk draped across it over and over. He rubbed his thumb against the underside of that stiff nub, and suddenly it went off like a firecracker – jerking and squirting, balls high in their sac. John ignored the flecks on his shirt. Bob let out a deep moan. “Oh my god – fuck!” His muscles in his stomach tensed and flexed, thighs fluttering, arteries pulsing.

John turned some of the vibration on his balls and taint, helping all the backed up fluid out. He waited until the peak of the heat subsided. “There…feel better now?”
Bob nodded in a daze. “Wow.”
“Now imagine that two times stronger. Three times. Four times.”
“No way…”
“Oh yes, it’s possible. Let’s get you cleaned up and locked up. You’ll be so happy after a week. You’ll feel like you feel now, but better. Will you trust me?”
Bob looked down at his cock. It was soft now and had mostly retracted. He also saw the mess. The amount of cum on his belly was impressive. He wanted that again and again. He wanted to have big strong orgasms and feel like a virile man. He was tired of being ashamed of his small penis and worrying about masturbating. It was time to take ownership of it.
“Yes. I’ll trust you. Let’s do it.”
Bob was surprised when John kissed him. “Thank you. I’m going to get a washcloth. Stay there.”
“Yeah don’t worry about that. After that orgasm, I ain’t moving.”

Later that evening, after John left, Bob spent a good half hour staring at himself in the mirror. There was just a silver cap now where he was used to seeing his dick. But man, he couldn’t stop staring at his balls! They were so large! It made him feel like a virile stud. He was relieved at having met John. Things were definitely going to be better now.

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Soft music played from the speakers. The
warm water soothed our yoga-sore muscles. The vitamin E oil in the water
mixed with the rose oils and petals made it feel like we were soaking
in liquid silk. Benedict was reclining against my chest, eyes closed. I
could see the tiny movements of his eyes under his pale lids. I kissed
his temple. He smiled and reached for his wine glass.

These were
the moments I never thought I’d have with Benedict. With a more casual
lover, I would have just broke up with him, but there was no easy with
out of this one. I was smitten, in love. I wanted a life with Benedict,
but one thing had almost been a dealbreaker: his sex drive.

Benedict’s
sex drive simply did not have an off button. He craved sex frequently
and fervently. He seized upon any instance to touch, stroke, suck, or
put my dick inside of him. After being with him for a while, I began to
see two distinct patterns. One was just random horniness that needed to
be soothed, usually in the morning. The other was a side-effect of
exposure. He couldn’t see me change, or catch a glimpse of me in the
shower without getting hard and wanting to turn it into sex. If Benedict
saw my bulge while I watched TV in my boxer briefs, he had to try and
turn it into sex. Don’t get me started on swim trunks. We had a talk
about it more than once.

I hated letting him down, and leaving
him frustrated, especially because surprisingly Benedict wasn’t a big
fan of masturbation. He didn’t like the way it made him feel. He felt
stupid, and kind of gross, especially after, so he tended to ignore his
urges until they were pent up. As long as he had a boyfriend, Benedict
did not see the point of self-pleasure. However, he was wearing me out.
Also sex wasn’t really appropriate or possible in some instances, which
lead to stress in our relationship.
What drove me crazy thought was
that I could see the potentional of our relationship underneath the
river of hormones, I just couldn’t dive down deep enough without being
swept away. Benedict wanted to cuddle. He wanted to be romantic. He
wanted to go on dates, and have fun, without bringing sex into
everything. Benedict told me once he wished he could see nude bodies in
museums the way artists did, instead of how perverts did.

That’s
when I realized Benedict knew that he was out of control himself, but
was too embarrassed to confess. So, I decided to take the Big Step
Forward in our relationship and assert myself. I locked his cock up in a
pretty metal cage. No pesky erections. No distraction. No masturbation.
Turns out, that his rampant hunger to be fucked only reared itself when
he was fully hard and ready to go. So as long as it was locked down,
his sex drive only simmered. It was much more manageable. The orgasms I
gave him were more powerful and lasted longer. Plus, Benedict found it
fun to postpone his orgasms until I could give him a really big one. When he thought to beg for sex, he found himself pausing, remembering the
fun of preferring long nights in the bedroom with toys and torment instead of
quickies.

Slowly, we began to enjoy the rebirth of our
relationship. Here we were in a scene I never thought possible: we were
having a bath. That’s it. Just a bath, both of us, completely nude (well, him locked),
completely wet, and Benedict’s hand was no where near my cock. He was
sipping his wine and just relaxing. It was wonderful to just be us. I mean, we went to yoga as a couple today, and Benedict was an angel. He got to stare at my ass and didn’t get an embarrassing public boner. Everyone wins.

I
put my arms around his waist. Now, I could see a future together. The
same key that locks the chastity cage can also be used to open the key
to a boy’s heart.

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