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This is a text that will have many chapters. It is mostly based on real events I have experienced, drawing on journals and social media posts I have made over the years. I have embellished the story here and there, though. I will try to post at least once a week, but I would appreciate any feedback at lockedcubstories@gmail.com from readers on what they like, don't like and things they might like to see chronicled. I have in mind some short stories that will build on experiences covered in this story that may be listed under different categories if it is well received.
Southern Chastity
Chapter 7: My Last Day Uncaged
By Saturday afternoon, I had finally taken a shower and put some clothes on. I returned to the living room and pulled out my laptop. I had made the decision to move forward and accept John's contract for training. He had asked me to write down what my hard limits were and email them to him by this evening. I had plans to head out to the Atlanta Eagle tonight for bear night, so I decided I better get this out of the way now.
The first thing I wrote down was blood and feces. I had no interest in dealing with any scat and blood nearly made me faint. I knew there was no way I would ever make it as a nurse, like my brother was, for damn sure with those issues.
The second thing I wrote down was severe pain. I can deal with a little pain, especially when bondage is involved. I had gotten flogged before and spanked with a paddle, but I had no interest in rising to the level where it was unbearable.
The third thing I wrote down was nipple torture. My nipples were hard wired to my cock and were very sensitive. Just lightly playing with them was enough to get me hard and dripping and biting and pinching them, let alone clamps and such, were extremely painful.
Finally, I wrote down permanent marks, scars, or body modifications. I know it was sort of implicitly noted in the contract that this would not occur, but I wanted to make it clear in the addendum as well.
I tried to think of anything else I wanted totally off the table, but nothing came to mind, so I emailed it off to John and went to gather my laundry to bring it round to the back of the complex to get it started.
It was a warm March day in Atlanta. There was some rain in the area, but the temperature was 70 °F (21.1 °C), which actually is not that uncommon in the South. I was in shorts in a t-shirt and walked around two of the buildings and the pool area to get around to the laundry area in the side of a third building.
When I walked in the door to the small room, the eight machines they had in there were empty, which was a nice surprise. I had everything in a couple of machines pretty quickly and I was sitting there watching the suds go round when one of my friends, Kenny, that lives in the complex a few buildings over came in to wash his clothes as well.
"What's up Matt?" Kenny asked me.
"Hey bud," I replied. "Not much. Watching my socks chase my shirts as usual."
"I hear ya there. Laundry day is always so exciting," he said sarcastically rolling his eyes.
"Can you believe this weather? It was in the 50s yesterday and now it feels like spring," Kenny said as he put his basket down and started to fill a machine.
"Yeah, that's Atlanta for you. I am used to it by now," I said.
Kenny laughed. "Well, I am from Detroit. It is a bit different up there. I don't miss shoveling snow though."
After he had things loaded up and started, he sat down next to me on the bench in the center of the room.
"Are you planning on going out tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm headed out to the Eagle tonight. What about yourself?" I asked.
"Naa. I can't. My straight cousin's been staying with me all week. He is between apartments and can't get into the new place until next week. He's ok, but I don't trust him there by himself for long," he said.
"Damn. That sucks." I replied.
"No doubt! He's sharing my bed as well, so I have not had anyone over since last Friday and have to sneak into the bathroom when I can to jack off. It really is annoying."
"Ok, well that is bad," I said. "When was the last time you got off?"
"Wednesday," he said.
"Fuck dude!" I exclaimed. "You got to be ready to burst!"
"Don't remind me," he grimaced. "I have been seeing this cute, subby chaser guy. He is all bottom, which I fucking love, and he gives great head and I love to eat and pound his furry ass. He pushes all my dom buttons. But he lives with roommates, so I have not had any outlet there either."
Kenny was grabbing his crotch at this point and I noticed he was getting hard thinking about it.
"Well, you know I would be happy to suck you off, if you want," I said with a grin.
"What, here?" Kenny asked, acting surprised.
"Sure!" I said as I went over to the door to the laundry and closed and locked the handle.
"Umm, what are you going to do if someone tries to get in?" Kenny asked as I came over and knelt in front of him and undid the front of his shorts.
"Meh, they can wait. Besides, there have been plenty of times this place has been out of order," I replied.
Kenny doesn't wear underwear, so I pulled his pants down to his ankles and started sucking on his soft cock. He is a cute ginger cub with a goatee. Short, fuzzy and chubby with a huge set of balls and nice thick uncut cock and a fire crotch with a very intoxicating scent that I have always loved, though we don't get to play much.
His cock didn't take long to swell to its full extent as I went down on him and massaged his balls. He was a big precummer like me and I could taste the sweet and salty taste of it on the back of my tongue.
"Fuck, dude!" Kenny growled.
He kicked his flip flops off and his shorts, took off his shirt and swung around to lay down on the bench and put one leg on either side as I continued to suck on him.
"God, I needed this," he said. "Just go slower boy, I really want to enjoy this."
"Of course!" I said backing off and then stroking him slowly and moving down to take his balls into my mouth and breathe in his scent that made me hard as a rock as well.
I reached under his furry ass and used my middle finger to probe his hole a bit which elicited a moan and even more precum flowing from his fat cock.
"Be careful there," Kenny said. "You know I don't bottom much."
"Don't worry," I said, "I'll be gentle."
As I worked my finger in, I felt him relax a bit and his cock pulsed and released some more precum into my mouth.
"Damn this feels good!" Kenny said as he stretched his legs out on the sides of the bench and curled his toes.
I added some more spit to my finger and started to work into his hole more. I moved around deeper until I felt his prostate and started to gently rub it in circular motions. At the same time, I took him deep into my mouth and used my tongue to explore his cock and the inside of his foreskin as well.
Kenny groaned louder, "Fuck yeah, boy! Suck daddy's cock."
Kenny was obviously enjoying this, so I removed my finger and then moved up his chest using my tongue to lick his fur and when I got to his nipples, I slowly started to nibble at them while I gently jacked his cock. This caused him to start producing so much precum that it was dribbling down his shaft and acting as a great lube.
"That's a boy," Kenny said.
He let out a sigh between his groans and brought his arms up behind his head. This put his pits on display, and I moved up to bury my face in them. I really did love his natural musk and I breathed it in between licking with long strokes.
"Take it in boy," Kenny said. "I know you like my scent. Get that all over your beard and face."
I rubbed it all over and licked and breathed in some more before moving back down to his cock and taking it in deeply. I put my finger back up his ass to get at his prostate again as well. Kenny's body shuttered a bit and his legs jittered. He closed his pale blue eyes and bit his lip as he moaned. I could tell he was enjoying this.
"Dude, I am going to blow if you keep that up," Kenny finally said.
I grinned and went to work massaging his prostate with my finger and started sucking a little faster. I had every intention of draining that three-day load from his big balls fully.
Kenny outstretched his legs fully and arched his back just as his ass muscles contracted on my finger probing his prostate. He was about to cum. He grabbed the sides of the bench and threw his head back and groaned and his cock flooded my mouth to the brim. He came so much I actually coughed and choked a bit, sending it down into my beard and up my nose a bit.
"Fuck boy!" Kenny exclaimed as I withdrew my finger and used my hands to stroke and get the last bits of cum out of him.
He was panting there on the bench trying to catch his breath and I watched his furry ginger belly lift and fall. His thick cock slowly deflated with a little bit of remaining cum at the tip dribbling out.
"Damn, I needed that," he said as he swung himself back upright and grabbed the remaining dribble off his cock and licked it off his fingers. He then laughed as he saw the cum in my beard. "Looks like I coated you a bit."
I was laughing as well. "Yeah," I said as I used my hands to collect and lick up the remains of his load. "It kind of went up my nose as well."
"Ha!" Kenny said as he reached over and helped to grab a few places I missed and fed them to me.
I put my head into his crotch one last time to suck the tip of his cock and then got up to go unlock and open the door as he pulled his pants up.
"You know you are really good at that," Kenny said to me as I returned to sit on the bench, and he was buttoning his shorts and putting his flip flops back on.
"Thanks! I do enjoy it," I said with a grin and handed him the shirt he had tossed on the floor.
He reached over and stuck his hands down the back of my pants and probed my asshole with his finger a bit.
"One of these days I need to fuck that ass too," Kenny said, giving me a wink.
For the next couple of hours, we caught up on some of the local gossip as we waited on the machines to finish and then later folded our clothes.
I ended up finishing first, so I put everything in my basket and told Kenny I would catch him later.
"Sure thing bud," Kenny said. "And thanks so much. Let's do it again soon!"
I decided to play some video games and watch some TV after I got back to the apartment. About 6 pm, I got a ding on my phone indicating a new email. I checked to see that John had replied to the addendum suggestions I had emailed him.
Boy:
This looks good. I have added this to the contract. If you decide to take my offer, then I expect you to text me at 11 am tomorrow to confirm. You are then to be at my home at 2 pm sharp.
Enter through the side door and on the top of the shelves with the bins will be a piece of paper with the code to the yellow bin lock. You are to strip all your clothes off, fold them neatly and place them and your keys in the yellow bin and close and latch its door. This will be your bin for the entire time you are under contract, so don't forget the code.
After your belongings are put away, you are to kneel in the hallway with your hands behind your back and bow your head and wait till I come to get you. Do not enter the dungeon area until I tell you to.
You do not need to bring anything else with you. Leave your phone in your car. I will have the official copy of the contract and addendum to sign at the house.
Sir
It was all becoming a lot more real at this point. Still, I was not planning on backing out. I wanted to move forward and challenge myself. Plus, I still had one night of freedom on my own tonight to have some fun.
I decided to make some ramen with some pulled chicken for dinner and afterwards called up my friend Paul to see if he was going out tonight. He said he was, and we agreed to meet at my place and go together. He barely drinks, so usually he is my designated driver.
After playing some more video games, it was getting to be about 10 pm and Paul said he would be at my place by 10:30 pm, so I went back into the bedroom and laid out my normal bar wear including tight jeans, black boots, harness, and black leather cap. I had a black t-shirt I wore over my harness.
After Paul arrived, I hopped in his car and we headed into town and drove around the neighborhoods behind the Eagle till we found a spot to park. When we walked up to the back deck of the bar, we noticed a pretty good crowd. I told Paul I would grab a drink and would be hanging out on the upper back deck and he told me he would look for me there later on.
I walked up the staircase and walked through the back door on the upper deck area. The music was already going from the dance floor from the front of the bar and there were some really hot guys walking around. I took my shirt off and adjusted my harness a bit and then tucked my shirt partially in my back pocket.
As I was waiting in line for a beer, someone came up behind me and put their arms around my waist and grabbed my crotch. I looked around to see Chris grinning back at me.
"How ya doing stranger?" he asked coyly.
I laughed and said, "not too bad sexy!"
Chris grinned and backed up a bit. "I was wondering if you were going to come out tonight."
"Is Rick with you?" I asked.
"Oh, he is around somewhere. He has his friends and I have mine. You know how it is," Chris replied.
We grabbed our drinks and headed back out to the upper back deck and stood near the railing.
"So, did you make a decision regarding John?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "I am going through with it."
Chris's eyes widened a bit and he grinned. "Look at you being the bold sub!"
I laughed. "Well, the idea really has intrigued me and I'm up for a challenge."
Chris raised an eyebrow and leaned into me. "Looks like we need to get you a few blowjobs tonight then before that cock of yours is off limits."
I gave him a devilish grin back and we continued to drink and talk with some people around us.
Around 1 am I was getting pretty wasted. We had moved to the side of the upper deck that had some benches to sit on. Chris was just as wasted and was playing with my nipples which made my cock instantly hard in my pants. One of the cubby guys we had met that night and had been hanging out with saw the bulge and reached down and felt it.
"Looks like someone is hard wired," he said.
"You are welcome to get down there and find out," I said as I unzipped my pants.
The cub smiled and got down on his knees between my legs and pulled my hardening cock and out went down on me. He was obviously just as drunk as I was and it was not the best blowjob I have ever had, but he had a good technique and pulled a load out of me pretty quick. I grunted as the last spurt of cum came out of my cock and he raised his head and took a swig of his beer to wash my load down.
"Thanks," I said, and I leaned in to make out a bit with him tasting my load mixed with the beer on his lips.
Chris reached down and pulled my underwear up but left my pants unzipped. "Save that for a bit and let me know when you're ready again. I want to give you your last blow job."
I smiled and zipped my pants. "Just give me a little recharge time," I said.
I managed to navigate the increasingly crowded bar that night to get one last beer. I knew that would be my limit. When I returned to the bench, Chris started rubbing my crotch and asked if I was ready. I grinned and unzipped my pants again and he pulled out my cock and got on his knees in front of me.
Chris really knows how to work a cock and this blowjob was much more intense than the first. He was working my shaft with his hands and fondling my balls. I was in an alcohol haze and threw my head back and groaned. The cubby that sucked me off earlier saw and came over and started making out with me and played with my nipples. That got me leaking precum a ton and Chris was happily swallowing it all.
Between the cubby's tongue exploring my mouth, his massaging of my nipples and Chris's deep throating abilities, I was in heaven. It didn't take me long to get close to the edge again.
"Oh fuck!" I yelled as I blasted into Chris's mouth and he swallowed every drop. He milked my cock with his hands and mouth and massaged my balls to get every last bit out.
The cubby leaned in for one more kiss and said, "that was hot, dude."
I thanked him and put away my cock and zipped my pants up while Chris stood up and managed to sit down next to me without falling over from his drunk state.
I put my hands around his shoulders and leaned over to his ear. "Thanks Chris," I said.
Chris looked over with his glazed eyes and gave me a peck on the lips.
Rick and Paul found us a little after 2 am and decided it was time to get our asses home, so after hugs all around we parted our separate ways. Paul dropped me off at my apartment and I managed to make it inside and pass out in my bed.