Hey folks! So the internet loves chastity stories, and despite my slutty nature, I’ve only been locked up twice: Once by my wife (when we were still dating) and once before. And while I can tell both, I’ve noticed a dearth of male-on-male chastity stories, which I’d like to help remedy.
A few months before I met my wife, I was fooling around a lot with a boy I met on the internet. He was younger than me, pretty fit. He had a nice beard and very silky hair that I loved. He was a top, pretty thick, but really loved getting sucked off more than anyone else.
One day, after we were done fucking, he told me about his chastity fantasy.
Now, while I’m very willing, I don’t think of myself as particularly submissive, even though this guy liked being in control. I asked him what it was he liked about chastity. He mentioned getting serviced all the time.
“Bro, you know I’ll just blow you whenever you want,” I say with a chuckle, reaching down to fondle him.
“Yeah, but it’s…”
“…the rush of power of completely controlling someone else?”
He grins. “Yeah…”
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not particularly submissive, necessarily, but I’m totally willing. So I shrug. “Got a cage?”
His eyes go wide. “Really?”
I roll on my back. “Hurry up before I change my mind.” I bite my lower lip.
So apparently this guy had a cage already, because he had tried it on himself. It was metal and had holes in it, and apparently, it was close to my size. (I don’t know much about how these things work.) He dug it out of his dresser and locked it on me. It felt cold and weird.
“So … I guess I’m not getting an erection until you say so?”
He starts to climb on top of me and kiss my abs. “Nope.” He looks incredibly turned on. Only now does it occur to me to ask, “How long are you planning on keeping this thing on me?”
He laughs. “That depends on how good you are.” I can definitely play this role. I slacken my muscles and await directions.
He kisses around my crotch a bit, trying to get me aroused and tease me. “You’re going to call me ‘Daddy,'” he says. It’s certainly awkward, given that he’s noticeably younger, but that’s probably the point.
“Yes, Daddy.” He teases me for a while, and then I end up blowing him again. Rough, aggressive this time, making my eyes water, until he fills my mouth with cum for the second time in an hour.
Over the next hours, and the next morning, I had to get adjusted. It felt weird, and I would sometimes grab myself just to confirm that it was really there, like poking at a canker sore with your tongue. Daddy texted me every so often over the next 24 hours to tease me. He sent me dirty pictures, and while it didn’t have an immediate impact, I soon started feeling the urge to touch myself and wishing I wasn’t locked up.
I’d love to describe every moment of the next period of time, but suffice it to say, this guy took the whole chastity slave thing very seriously. He would text me at random hours, saying that I had to come on over and do things for him if I ever wanted to be let out. I would’ve done it anyway, but after about 4 days, I was definitely feeling anxious and needy. It also started to hurt as I was always trying to get hard but the metal pressed against me.
As long as I wasn’t at work, I’d drop everything to come over. Sometimes just for a quick BJ, sometimes for more elaborate things. He loved to grind his ass against me and tease me. I’d whimper, and while it felt weird, I knew he wanted me to beg for mercy. I’d kiss his ass and his toes and plead for release, and he’d refuse.
I remember one time, I think 6 days in, when he called me and told me to come clean his kitchen. I didn’t realize this whole thing would involve non-sexual service, but hey, this was his thing, and I’m nothing if not willing. So I came over, stripped naked, and started cleaning. It was about halfway through that task, when I was bent over the counter, that he came up behind me and started lubing me up. I bent further forward.
“You wanna get fucked, bitch?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I groaned.
He started to ram me from behind. He was rough. Slamming me against the counter, talking dirty, slapping my ass. I started begging to cum.
“Daddy? Can I cum too? Please Daddy?” I really, really wanted to. I was blindingly frustrating, and while the whole begging thing was more for his sake, I was really hoping he’d unlock me. But no luck. He just wanted to grab my hair, ride me, finish, make me keep cleaning, then send me home.
By 8 days I was shaking with need. After having sucked him off numerous times, only to be denied, it’s probably the horniest I’d ever been. Being a suckslut wasn’t new to me, but not even be able to jerk off?
That’s when my favorite – and the most frustrating – part started: He started sharing me with friends. He’d bring people over, boys and girls, that he’d met and made me get off with my mouth, then send me home. I’m pretty sure it was day 9 when he first did that, telling me he wanted me over. So I arrived, and he introduced me to some dark-skinned chick he met online. I don’t think he was bi, but either I’m wrong, or he got off on the idea of sharing me with women for whatever reason. So, obviously, I obeyed Daddy, getting on my knees to lick this woman to orgasm. Then … home. He also introduced me one day to two young men, about his age, and I got on my knees for them and sucked them dry. Then … home.
Jump to the 13th day, when I am screamingly horny and unable to think about anything else (moreso than usual). Maybe that’s why people like chastity: It forces your thoughts entirely onto the person holding your key. He calls me over, and the key is sitting on his coffee table.
“Impress me and I’ll unlock you.”
I, of course, fall to my knees, not really even pretending anymore, and crawl over to kiss his feet. He grabs me by my hair and pulls me up towards his crotch, and I needily kiss him through his jeans. Groaning. I want to please him, both for the chance to get unlocked and because I’m horny like hell. Repeatedly moaning “Daddy,” I undo his jeans and pull him out, worshipping him with kisses. “Please Daddy…”
He grabs my head and forces me down. I grab my crotch by habit, but of course, nothing I can do. I keep eye contact with him, a note of begging for mercy in my eyes, even as they water. He lets me go, and I pull back, but I have never gone back to devour a cock so quickly. I sucked him like I hadn’t eaten in a month, all the while looking up at him. It didn’t take him long to cum, and I knew that he wanted to cum on me (he had the past couple times), so I jerked him off onto my face, my beard, my chest.
He laughed for a bit as I fell back. Then he tossed me the key.
“Unlock yourself. But don’t touch.”
I obey, and of course, I spring to instant throbbing hardness, and I literally have to grab the carpet to keep my hands from touching me.
“Wanna jerk off, bitch?”
“Yeeeeeeeessss, Daddy. Please.”
He laughs. “Go ahead and cum.”
Lightning fast, I grab myself and it must take, like, three strokes, before I’m firing off an *enormous* orgasm, possibly the biggest of my life. It was an incredible relief.
He bent down and kissed me, and thanked me for fulfilling his fantasy. If he had asked me to put the cage back on, of course I would, but I think he knew that I was only doing it for him and he wasn’t going to put me through it again.
I didn’t stop sleeping with him, but I never called him “Daddy” again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cm1zn9/in_which_the_slutty_bi_male_tries_chastity_mmmf
Why’d you never call him Daddy again? Thanks for sharing your hot story.