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milk-me-hard:

It’s been 6 days now since Sir @perceptivedominance put on my HolyTrainer so it’s time for an update.

The fit is great, the ring is tighter than my old one so it stays put, it looks super pretty and now there two black cocks in the house 😋

On the downside, the morning boners increased threefold so it’s hard to get a good night sleep. The material is a little harder to clean than metal so it smells like pee a lot as well as all my undies so it’s a good thing i’m filthy!

Now, the main part of my experience revolves around horniness! Being out of chastity for 2 or 3 months was actually harder than i thought it was. my sex drive was getting dangerously low and i wasn’t feeling as submissive as one should be when serving a Sir like mine! 😍

Since putting it on i literally cannot control myself! i am horny 24/7. i wake up thinking about sex and i go to bed thinking about sex! i dream about sex and even on a day like yesterday when i got fucked for 4hrs + all i could think about was getting more cock!

It’s very distracting yet very welcomed because i really do love sex and not having the drive was affecting my mood a lot!

i also feel a lot more fem and sissy with it! i see it as my clit! i don’t really wanna play with it except for the fact that cumming would stop the horniness for a while but i would rather embrace the fire in my hole and indulge it!

So overall amazing buy i don’t regret it for a second despite the price tag and Sir is very happy with me too 😉

I swear this sounds like something I would write. This is even better because it’s real!

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kris1919:

men-toys:

A message from @kris1919

😏

“Why did you give me this?” Bert asked, giggling.
“I thought it was fitting,” his man, Drew, replied.
“But I’m not naughty. I’m a good boy. I’ve stayed locked. I haven’t begged. Just…whimpered,” Bert says with a shrug.
“Well, Coke didn’t make a Chaste Boy bottle.”
“They should have. Or a Good Boy one.”
Drew chuckled. “Mmn you are a good boy, Bert, but it is my job to call you that – not you. But…hard to argue. You look so beautiful. Hairless and bubblegum pink. God, I love this pink color. It compliments my darker one. Yours is the perfect opposite to my thicker, superior, cock-”
Bert groaned. “I love your cock.”
“Mm and why is that specifically?”
“Cause it’s an alpha’s cock – you’re super hung, hairy, uncut…” Bert licked his lips. “…Can I have it right now?”

Drew chuckled it. “Coke needs to make one of these called Someone Horny.”
Bert stuck his tongue out. “If you don’t fuck me I’m going to fuck myself with the bottle.”
Drew cupped Bert’s chin and pinched it with his fingers. “Don’t be vulgar or demanding. It’s not fitting of a good submissive.”
“Sorry Sir.”
Drew patted Bert’s cheek. “I know, being super horny can make you cranky. Lie back – I’m going to give you some prostate therapy.” He set the bottle back down and began to undo his pants.
“Sir?”
“Yes love?”
Bert sank to his knees in front of his man. “May I undress you Sir?”
“Fuck,” Drew sighed. “What do they put in Coke these days? We need to buy more of it.”
Bert worked the zipper. “I dunno, but if that’s the way it works, then you should buy me some Squirt.”
Drew laughed. “My poor boy. Don’t you worry, after I’m done with your, ahem, therapy, they are gonna put you on the front of the can.”

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Text is fictional.

Has the bf let you out of chastity yet?

Has the bf let you out of chastity yet?

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pupnobley:

Yes, he has… Story time! =P

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We spent all Christmas with family, except for Christmas day. When we arrived home, he immediately ordered me to undress and get the ropes ready. He tied me in a chest harness, with my arms at my sides. Then he blindfolded me, put on some nipple clamps and used two extra pieces of rope to tie my hands to the bedframe, so I could juuuuust touch myself slightly when he unlocked me. He then edged me for a few minutes and left me squirming there as he spent some time in the kitchen. He came back twenty minutes later and edged me again.. and again… and again…. for quite some time. My nipples got quite sore, so I was quickly moaning loudly as it was at least one and a half month since I came. =$

I asked my boyfriend f I was allowed to cum. 
‘How many times?’, he grinned. Apparently he wanted to negotiate and I was not quite sure what the right answer was. 
‘Two?’, I said hesitantly
Bf grinned again, ‘four, at least’
Those last two words made me shiver. I know how much my boyfriend loves forced orgasms after a long edging. I can cum multiple times in a row fairly easily when I’m jerking off myself, but with my boyfriend in control, I knew every one of them was going to be agonizing and probably ruined. I decided to lower my bet:
‘One?’
My boyfriend said nothing. Meanwhile the touch of only one finger was keeping me on the edge and I was not sure whether to fight against cumming, or to try my best to tense my body trying to spurt a load. Not that I would be able to… In the end it’s always my boyfriend who makes that decision, as he’s perfectly capable of stopping riiiiight on time. I’m such an easy read. >_<
I sighed..
‘Zero then?’
My boyfriend raised an eyebrow: ‘Oooooh so you don’t want to cum? Is that what you’re asking?! You want me to lock you back up?’
I squirmed and didn’t say anything. Lots of thoughts raced through my mind; Yes locking back up would be hot, but bf said I deserved an orgasm and he promised that. Yes I love to finally blow my load all over myself, but my boyfriend would probably ruin it and give me some serious post orgasm torture…. There was no way to win this game, it wasn’t me who was in control.

‘If you can’t make up your mind, I will’, bf said. He took off the nipple clamps and gave them a good rub. I swear I almost came from that alone! Then he started with agonizingly sloooow strokes on my cock. First with a firm grip on the shaft of my cock, then only the tip, then only three fingers.. two fingers… eventually he had me edging with only the tip of his tongue flicking against my glans. The slightest touch would be enough to get me over the edge. He stopped for a minute and started the cycle all over again and I still had no idea if I was allowed to cum or not. He repeated, and repeated and repeated, while I laid there enduring this edging heaven and hell in one. During the final cycle, bf kept his tongue flicking against my cock head. My moaning increased. He didn’t stop. I tensed my legs and arched my back as far as the ropes allowed. He didn’t stop. I shaked and screamed. He didn’t stop. My whole body tensed up as he went over the point of no return, I was cumming hard and still…. He didn’t stop. Fuck it was intense to cum with so little stimulation. Right after I came, I was so incredibly sensitised that my cock hurted from all the stimulation. I was panting and quite blown away by the experience.
My boyfriend noticed that and stopped the post orgasm torture… He took off the blindfold, untied the ropes and laid down next to me with a smile. He hugged me tight and whispered in my ear:  ‘Merry Christmas, dear!’

Wow. Now that is an excellent Christmas present – relief, love, bonding! Even Santa can’t deliver that.

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“What? You’ve been locked up for how long?… Wait, when did you get a chastity de -no. No no no. You will not seduce me over the phone. I am still mad at you and rightfully so. Don’t act all slutty for me. I’m not falling for your tricks. …What do you mean dripping? Like piss? …Wait what? From your balls? …Shit that’s h – No! You cut that out, you siren. I am mad at you. An apology only does so much, you shouldn’t have done that in the first place. Don’t use siren tricks on me to erase my mind. I am hanging up the phone. I am hanging up. Call me in a few more days of your lock up and maybe I’ll be more forgiving.” With severe difficulty, Rodrigo hangs up the phone. 

Rodrigo exhales loudly. Fuck. Being angry at his slutty, pussyboi friend-with-benefits is hard as hell, especially when his dick is even harder. Rodrigo has a feeling that beautiful boy is going to run to someone else for needs too. Well, he knows Rodrigo liked faithfulness. If he really wants Rodrigo’s forgiveness, he’ll wait those few days. Rodrigo hopes he waits. He really wants to fuck a boy dripping cum. He didn’t know that was even a thing. Rodrigo grumbles and goes to jack-off. He knows he’s doing the right thing by standing firm, but why does it feel like he’s punishing himself too? 

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Text is fictional. This is actor Jesse Metcalfe on Desperate Housewives. Why isn’t there a Desperate House-Husbands?

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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 delay his orgams until I could give him a really big one. He wouldn’t beg for sex either, but found himself pausing, remembering the fun of preferring long nights in the bedroom with toys 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, 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.

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

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Text is fictional.

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scudda:

Day LII (52) ~

… sweet dreams …

“Hey Lou – what ended up happening with your release date?”
“Oh that,” Lou groaned. “Yeah Jack let me out – we had one hell of a hot night – but Jack had a surprise for me after. He wants to make it long term. He’s really into it and taking it really seriously!”
Chet chuckled. “Poor baby.”
“I’m serious. He’s locked me down in serious hardware. Check this out.”
“Woah! Look at all that metal! Shit. Looks super secure.”
“It is, I can’t pull out of it all all. I can feel the weight in my jeans and it makes me horny but I can’t get hard. I can’t get used to it.”
“Well, it looks like you’re going to have to,” Chet said.
“Yeah,” Lou sighs, “I have no choice. He really loves me like this, and lord it frustrates me, but I have to admit – I like the attention.”
“Is that a good relationship though? I mean, would he still be with you if you refused?”
Lou threw his deodorant into his bag. “Hm. Probably. We dated for like two years before he locked me up. I think it’s kind of like a promise ring to him.” He held himself for a moment. “I think in Jack’s way, he thinks it’s kind of romantic.”
Chet laughed. “He’s a bit of a weirdo.”
“Yeah a little,” Lou grinned sheepishly. “I’m kind of grateful I guess, that he’s so interested in me for so long. Our sex life is as healthy as it ever was. I like Jack. I’m willing to make a few compromises.”
“What do you get in return?”
“Besides great sex?”
“Besides that.”
“Well, he does the dishes and laundry. God I hate laundry. Which is good, cause I leak all over everything…”
“Ha. He gets to clean up the mess.”
“Exactly!” Lou said, pointing a finger. “Jack knows he can’t ask for everything from me.”
“Well shit man. If you’re happy, then be happy.”
“I am, I am. But ya know what? I kind of like the way it feels. The weight of it I mean. Cause know one knows it’s in there, but me. Well, and you.”
Chet shut his locker door. “Yeah. We’ve have an odd friendship.”
“It’s nice having someone to talk to about this stuff,” Lou admitted.
Chet glanced at Lou’s crotch. “Yeah that’s kind of a specific thing. You think my boy would like something like that?”
Lou blinked, “Roger? You’d have to find a really tiny one.”
“Do they make those?”
“I dunno. I’ll ask Jack.”
“Thanks man, I really appreciate that.”
“No problem. Anything for a friend.”
“Hey Lou.”
“What?”
“You’re um, leaking a little.”
“What?” Lou glanced down. “Ah shit. So soon? Crap! This metal thing is pure evil!”

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Text is fictional. Source is OP I think.

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“I know you’re both very horny and desperate for male validation, but you two are driving us men insane in the kitchen. Preparing Thanksgiving should be a fun, cozy activity. Your catty behavior is out of control, and you two need to learn to get along. Your Masters are brothers, so you will be seeing a lot of each-other. Maybe this punishment will change your opinions of each-other.” I turn to leave the bathroom. “Oh. I almost forgot, silly me! Where are my manners? Let me go get your vibrating buttplugs.”
“Mmmfffph!” 

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Text is fictional.

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“Yes. Yes, I’m available those days. Yes, I am hot enough for your fashion shoot. I am fucking perfect, matter of fact. I will look smoldering on paper. Uh huh. That’s a great rate. Anything else you want to know about me? What’s that? Well, my boyfriend locked my cock up for a bit cause I got handsy with another male model. Do I need the key? What’s that? I don’t need to be unlocked? Darn. Well, he’ll be happy to hear that. Yes, I understand it’s good to be obedient. You can expect that from me on set. Good. I’ll look forward to details from you forthcoming.”

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Text is fictional.