"Say that again boy" "Thank You Master"
Peter lay back in the sling, watching as his handsome Master thrust back and forth into his hole. Every now and then the thrust would be fast and deep. Peter at that moment felt as if his lower half was going to be split in two. His own cock twitched, not that he could see it, he hadn't seen it for six months, it was safely locked away. If he was lucky his Master would release it, he he was really lucky he might be allowed to touch it.
Mike could by now read his slave's thoughts. He had been fucking the hole for the last ten minutes, he felt there was another ten minutes before it got to the sloppy stage, when his cock would be replaced by one of his large buttplugs.
Mike released a huge ball of spit that hit the slave straight in between the eyes. He thrust his cock deeper into the slaves hole, holding on to the chains of the fuck sling as he did so. The slave groaned with pleasure sweat was dripping down its face.
"Please Master make me cum"
Mike smiled ignoring the pleas, someone was going to cum, but not yet, and he wasn't certain if it was the slave.
He looked down, and watched as his cock slide in and out of a wet arsehole. "Good slave." as he did he couldn't help but notice the metal contraption that lay in the middle of the slave's groin.
"Happy Boy?" "Yes Master"
Mike continued fucking, he was blessed with stamina, and the slave was blessed with the ability to take a long hard brutal fuck.
Eight months previously Mike had decided he needed another slave to add to his stable.
As an enforcer he had responsibility for two types of men , those whose dicks the law considered better locked away, and those who were paying back some form of debt to society. There were few of his charges that he hadn't fucked at some stage, but he didn't necessarily get that much pleasure from what was at time just a cold mechanical process, although he always enjoyed the idea that he was the the only sources of sexual release these men would get.
But he also had slaves, he had no legally responsibility for these men, they had willingly submitted to him. Men who had realised that there was something missing in their life, control. Control that manifested in the form of a voluntarily locked dick. There was his husband, his neighbours and a half dozen men who would serve him sexually at least once over the course of a month. But Mike needed more, he needed a challenge. He wanted a man who he could break, one who would slowly realise that true freedom came from surrounding his dick to another Man. The only other criteria that was essential was dick size. All of Mikes slave's had one thing in common. Each one had at least a 10 inch dick between his legs. Or used to.
Mike had seen Peter at the gym. He was arriving just as Peter was exiting the shower. Approaching six foot, bald and with a beard he was in good shape for a man who must have been in his mid forties. Mike couldn't help noticing that he had a beautiful cock too. 11 inches at a guess and with a girth that admirably pleasing, set off by a nice pair of low hanging balls. Beautiful Mike thought but they would look even better locked up.
Over the next couple of weeks their paths kept crossing, and Mike was determined that he would get his hands on the man's cock.
Then one day he was in a coffee shop drinking when he overheard a conversation at the table behind him. It was now seven years since the Chastity Act had been introduced, and most people now so it as an integral part of life in the city. It was a far more effective way of punishing low level criminals and the younger male population accepted the fact that if their dicks were small they would be locked when they hit 21. There was even a tendency now for some nineteen and twenty year olds to turn up voluntarily to be locked up.
The conversation however seemed to be very much in the anti-chastity camp. There were more effective ways to implement punishments, and it was a breech of Human Rights to deprive men of the ability to have sex and wank just because their cocks failed to meet an arbitrary length.
Such comments made Mike angry as it undermined the job he had been doing for almost a decade He turned round and saw that the arguments were being made by the man in the gym. "Shush Peter" his companion urged him to be quiet such views were now in the minority to to vocalise them is public was a way of getting unwanted attention
Six years since the introduction of the Chastity Act, Mike was always surprised when he heard any objections being raised in public. But after six years as an enforcer he could recite the benefits of the law It was a good way of ensuring that those guilty of committing crimes were punished without clogging up the prison system, and he hadn't met a short dicked man who after a few months was unhappy with being locked, chastity was a far better alternative than being ridiculed for being under endowed.
Rather than leave with his coffee Mike sat down and listened to the conversation, Peter's ideas were getting increasingly outlandish, he was adamant that short dicked men had the same rights as others and to deprive them of the right to have sex, and to wank , and to cum was immoral.
"of course they can cum" Mike interrupted.
Peter looked cross at being interrupted. "They just cant cum when they want. If their key holder agrees they can have a wank once every six months, you'd be surprised at how many turn down the chance especially the younger men."
Those under the age of 27 were used to being locked up , and knew nothing different, whereas there were men in their thirties and older who still had memories of being free and were far more enthusiastic and being able to touch tier dicks even if they were tiny nubs.
Mike continued his interruption, "show me a locked 26 year old and I'll show you a happy 26 year old. Some of them have probably cum more in the last week than you have in a month, and that's with their dicks firmly locked away." Mike rubbed his own cock through his jeans, jeans that were always tight enough to highlight the length of his own perfectly endowed appendage. He would have stayed longer to have the argument but he had to head off and check on his least favourite charges, forty something men, men who'd been sentenced to chastity after his fifth drunk driving conviction.
Over the next two week Mike and Peter's paths kept crossing. At the gym, in the coffee shop even when shopping. Each time he saw him Mike was determined that he would not only convince Peter that his views on chastity were wrong but that chastity was his destiny.
One evening they both left the gym at exactly the same time. Peter smiled slightly nervously, in a "Here we are again " way. Mike responded with a gruff "Hello"|
"Ok convince me?" Mike took this as a challenge. Ok let's go for a drink. Mike had no intention of having an overlong conversation on why chastity was a bad idea, he was intending on lowering Peter's defences, he was determined to get him in his stable.
It was a very quick drink, much of it devoted to discussing their gym routines, both e men clearly took pride in their bodies and recognised that trait in the other. "yOU have a really good body, all of it" Mike threw in rubbing his crotch as he did so making clear he was referring to Peter's cock. Although he wasn't totally successful in finding out too much about Peter's sex life he discovered that he was single, and not against random nights of sex with strangers. "I just like cock" Peter said "All kinds, all shapes, all sizes" He would regularly go on trips away just to have fun with men who would be locked away were they to live in the city This clearly in Mike's head explained why he was against the Chastity Act.
"Ok surely you must get more pleasure from getting fucked by a larger guy than you ever did with a small dicked ma, " Peter blushed and admitted he had never been able to cope with any dick larger than 7 inches. So his sex life over the last seven years was less than pleasurable.
"You just need the practice" Now get me another drink
"Yes Sir" Mike smiled, he'd succeeded in lowering Peter's defences.
Over the next week they would end up going for a drink each night after the gym, After the tired meeting Peter had ceased to call Mike by anything but Sir, and was paying for all the drinks. Mike had also deliberately started wearing shorter shorts at the gym, and tighter jeans at the pub.
\Peter's eyes were now rarely looking at anything other than Mike's crotch. It was a Friday night when they left gym, when Mike took the initiative. "I think it's time I fucked you don't you?"
Peter smiled and nodded. That evening Peter experienced the best fuck that he had ever had, the way that Mike's dick hit his prostate led to the hardest almost painful hard on he had experienced, and his hands moved towards his cock and he began to wank.
"Not touching. Touch that dick again and I'll stop"
That was enough for Peter to kept his hands away from his cock, instead he watched as Mike's thrusted into his arse. To his surprise he grunted "Harder Sir" as soon as theSir had tiered off his tongue then his dick exploded as cum covered his belly.
"See boy . I said it was possible to cum without touching your cock. I haven't yet get on your knees and suck me off"
It was another fifteen minutes before Mike came emptying his balls down Peter's gullet.
"Enjoy that Boy" "Yes Sir" "Do you want to do it agin" "Yes Sir"
"Ok this time next week, on one condition no wanking until we meet. Do you think you can do that" Peter looked slightly crest fallen , as in his head he would be wanking off thing about the fuck he just had for the rest of his life"
"If you don't have the will power there is a say way to make sure you comply, and you know what that is?" Peter nodded. "Yes Sir"
"There's one thing though, men who I look up for fun never call me Sir. They call me Master. So I'll ask again, do you think you can last a week without touching your cock"
"No Master, I think I need help"
The next meeting was a fortnight later, Mike had deliberately cancelled the one planned in the week earlier, he was determined to give Peter the opportunity to find out the joy of being locked.
"So boy. His did it feel, not being able to wank" "Liberating Master"
Mike smiled the use of the word Master indicated that the cage would be staying on for a bit longer.
"Thank you for teaching me I was wrong Master, some men's cocks should be locked away. I am such a man"
"Good boy that deserves a reward." That night Peter was fucked twice, each time he came more than he ever had by just wanking.
Peter lay in the sling, he too had been thinking about the last eight months, pleased that he outlook on life, and his views on chastity had been for ever changed. He'd not seen his cock in six months, and in that time other than for cleaning it had been released only four times, when his Master as a reward wanked him off, but only after blindfolding him. He looked at his Master , "Harder Sir, make me cum Make your locked slave cum"
Mike smiled and thrust in harder.