It's done. I'm locked away. Unable to touch or even see my own precious dick.
Another night went by without giving it to my boyfriend. We had dinner obligations, and by the time we got back it was so late I knew I couldn't convince him to fuck me, much less lock me into chastity.
I didn't make the same mistake last night. I made sure we had an early lunch instead. The whole way home, I stroked his thigh in the back of the cab. Close enough to the treasure to drive him nuts, right on the edge, ready to ravage me. Back in the apartment, we didn't waste any time. I got on his dick and rode like my life depended on it. When we finished, I could feel about a gallon of his cum filling my ass.
And then I handed him the box.
My boyfriend isn't naturally a kinkster. He's always humored me with whatever I found exciting. The restraints. The remote controlled butt plugs. He's even taken me to European sex clubs, dirty underground dungeons where anything goes and everything has. But he does that for me more than himself. I've interrogated him to no effect. He says he doesn't have any dark fantasies. The only thing he wants is to bury his dick in my ass. So when he saw the chastity cage, he really didn't know what to make of it. He didn't understand what it was for, or what his role as keyholder was meant to be.
But there was a glint in his eye when he agreed to see where this goes. He doesn't think I'll stick with it when he's gone. But he certainly likes the idea of me doing what he says to earn release.
Even that soon after our orgasms, I could hardly stuff myself into this thing. Instantly hard, as soon as it was out of the box. Clearly I love this shit.
But he wasn't up for another round, or maybe he just wanted me to suffer a bit with my new toy. So we watched some tv, ordered in, and went to bed.
The pain woke me up before long. Once i figured out the base ring was pinching my balls I was able to take a little corrective measure, and it's actually quite comfortable. If I'm soft I can forget it's there. It molds to my penis and feels like a natural extension of my flesh.
But first I had to make an embarrassing size change.
"You must have a pretty little dick," my boyfriend had said. While I'm not as blessed as him (and who really is) I don't think my dick is actually the problem. My balls are another story though, with a smaller endowment to consider. So, less than a few hours after locking up, I had to ask for the key to make an adjustment. The cage came with several sizes of cock ring and of course I started with the largest. Because, male ego. But that ring was too big. It didn't hold the cage snug against my body, so the whole thing drooped. My penis didn't touch the tip of the cage if I was soft. It was uncomfortable and I made a mess of myself when I went to piss. So I had to swallow my pride and ask my boyfriend for a smaller ring.
Now it fits properly and feels wonderful, at least when I'm at ease. When I'm aroused it's absolutely maddening. And so far, that's about 90% of the time.
This particular cage is silicone, soft enough to give the illusion of flexibility. It lets me feel like I'm growing, but only to a certain point. Then there's a frustrating limit - a swollen, suffocating blockade. It feels like maybe, if I only flex my junk a little harder, maybe I can break through. But each push, each throb, each attempt to straighten my dick just stretches my whole package away from my body. Any extra space that my puffed up dick takes up is taken away from the real estate available to my testicles, squeezing them into tight little orbs, the skin pulled taut and shiny and so tender to the touch. A crossbar on the bottom of the cage splits them down the middle, one swollen ball on either side of the cage.
I chose this cage for a few reasons. The silicone seemed comfortable enough for wearing long term. I love the look of stainless steel, like a sexy tin man fantasy cock, but no way could I commit to wearing that with no idea when I'd get out, and I'd rather not try to smuggle it through airport security. I also thought the silicone would be relatively discreet. The cage itself is soft and malleable, and the dimensions are pretty close to myself when I'm soft, so it should look normal, maybe just a little padded.
I thought.
I thought wrong.
Discreet? No. For one thing, the cock ring is constantly pulling everything up and out away from my body. It's like walking around at half staff all the time, and that's when I'm soft. But the padlock bouncing off my shaft sends little vibrations through me with every step. My dick can't get hard, but it sure tries, and as the blood rushes in that direction everything sticks out even more.
I answered the door for dinner last night. I knew I was presenting a bit more than usual, a bit of a bulge in the front of my loose grey sweats. No big deal.
I'll be damned if the delivery boy's eyes didn't go straight to my crotch as soon as the door opened. I grabbed the food, thanked him, and shut the door as fast as I could. I haven't dared to go outside yet, but I'm very anxious about being so on display.
Maybe it's all in my head. It's definitely on my mind. I woke up from several hot and heavy dreams last night, each one the same. I'm just in my little briefs for some reason, presenting a huge, stiff bulge. A gorgeous, fully dressed stranger coming on to me. Me, rebuffing his advances. Him getting closer. Me backing away. Suddenly there's nowhere else to go. He reaches into my pants, feels the cage, and gives me a wicked smile. And I'd wake up sweating and straining against my prison.
I've never seen so much precum in my underwear. It just pours from the tip of the cage in a long, viscous thread. Hard or soft, there's no difference. My body can't hide it. This new captivity makes me wet. Is this how much pent up sexual energy I've been carrying around this whole time, I just didn't realize because I had free access to deal with it whenever I wanted? Clearly I'm meant to be locked away.
But I can't stay inside all day. I've got errands to run, and besides, I may as well get used to this. This is my new life, for who knows how long.
And who knows what ideas my boyfriend may have come up with by the time he gets home...