When my younger brother Ethan turned 13, his sex-drive went into over-drive. He once told me he could sometimes jack off over a dozen times a day. His grades dropped and he stopped hanging out with friends. We went through an enormous amount of lotion and tissues and his bedroom smelled awful. Our mother complained endlessly about the lack of hot water and the rising bill.
Talking to Ethan was fruitless. By age 17, Ethan was at risk of not graduating because his grades were so low. We had to stage an intervention but my dad and I didn’t know how.. Then, I accidentally found Ethan’s porn when looking for a couple CDs I had lent him. We had always suspected he was gay, but now I knew without a doubt. Out of sheer desperation, I posted to a gay forum saying that my brother was addicted to masturbation and that we needed help.
A man named Arch messaged me. He said he could help, but it’d be unorthodox. We talked it over with my dad and agreed it was for the best. We met with him in person and made a plan.
(ed note – this is little long)
Two days later when Ethan got home from school, my dad and I followed him upstairs and tackled him in his bedroom. The two of us wrestled him to the bed and held him down while Ethan screamed at us. Arch came in the room carrying a satchel and Ethan’s eyes went huge as his mouth dried up. The stranger took the moment to put a ball gag in Ethan’s mouth, and then we stripped him of his pants and boxers, despite muffled protests. Our dad was strong, he handled Ethan’s legs while I tied his wrists to the headboard with silk scarves Arch provided.
We both watched in rather morbid fascination as Arch put on gloves and examined my teen brother’s red and abused cock; he then coated it in this strange gel. Moments later, he wiped it off and discarded the gloves. Ethan was hairless as a little boy again. He cheeks were bright red, having this done to him while his family watched. I dried the tears on his face and said this was for his own good. He watched helplessly as Arch then coated his smooth cock and balls in a thin layer of baby oil.
The stranger dug into his bag again and pulled out a couple curved plastic pieces. “I didn’t know his size, so I brought a couple. If he complains of soreness or rubbing, call me again and I’ll make the adjustments. If it fits, we’ll buy him a stainless steel one but those take a month to make.” Ethan resisted Arch sliding a ring around his long sac so much that my father almost lost control of his legs. It took a minute to get Ethan under control, as he seemed to have figured out what was happening.
Once he was settled, Arch stuffed his rather long cock into a small plastic sleeve with a slit at the bottom and locked it up tight. Ethan sniffled, the fight gone out of him. “There,” Arch said proudly, admiring his work, “That should do it. I’ll leave you with the hair removal cream and the baby oil.” He gave Ethan a cold stare, “Keep it clean using Q-tips or else everyone will smell it and know you’re locked up.”
We let Ethan go and left him in his room to think over his new reality. Arch left. I later put my ear to Ethan’s door and heard him crying in frustration. No doubt, he was trying to get the device off but couldn’t. He had lost permission to use his cock.
Ethan’s sex drive took a lot longer to get the message that he was now chaste. He was horny 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. He begged me to find the key dad hid, then cursed at me when I refused and accused us of child abuse. He said it was maddening because it felt like something was constantly squeezing his cock, and he felt like everyone knew he had it. Too bad, Ethan, it’s not coming off.
I think he mostly hated that he dripped pre-cum all over the place, and when it got heavy it soaked his underwear and dripped down his legs. I found a panty-liner wrapper in the trash once and hid it from our parents.
He was no longer a true man anymore, but things began to improve. His grades went up. The water bills went down. Ethan picked up some new friends.
One night, Ethan had a moment of weakness. He came to me around midnight near tears, saying that he hated the chastity device, that he was so horny he couldn’t even drive. I took him into my dark room, locked the door, and milked him hard on all fours. First, I just used my lubricated fingers, but then when that wasn’t enough I mounted him. He didn’t say a word, only gasped, as my cock slid into him. I fucked him hard while thumbing his sensitive head through the slit of the plastic.
He cried while begging for more, so conflicted about that he used to assume he was a top but this was the only pleasure he would get now. It was made worse for him that his own older brother was fucking him while his seed leaked into a heavy condom flopping around the tip of the chastity device.
This went on in secret until Ethan graduated high school.
Arch came over once to do one adjustment, then ordered Ethan the steel device before he went off to college. He’ll probably resent us for years, but one day he’ll be grateful we gave him his life back. Putting Ethan in chastity was for the best.
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Thanks to quizzel for giving permission for me to use his pictures (and the reblog!). If the story reads different than you last remember, it’s because I edited it better.
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