By Coinnigh
This story was originally posted to the Chastity Belt and Device Fiction page (the Altairboy site). It has been rewritten as a male-on-male story.
I remember the day it started and there is no end in sight, but I have only myself to blame and I would have it no other way.
‘I want to make sure you understand the rules before we go any further,’ he told me. ‘This began as your thing but if you go through with it there is no going back.’
For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be kept in chastity, I wanted my cock under lock and key, and controlled. Do not misunderstand me, I loved my cock but I know it got me into so much trouble even when I was serving great Masters, Sirs and the odd one nightstand. When I meet my now husband, we tried different kinks, fetishes and scenes, but I always came back to chastity for me. So it began.
I looked up at my husband in amazement. It had taken me months to convince him that the idea of a chastity device was something we could both enjoy; something we could both benefit from. As the months had passed and the preparations were made, my husband’s attitude changed. There was something in the way he started bringing it up in conversation, asking questions. Did he think this was a practical solution; or would another design be more effective; what materials should be used? The amount of time he devoted to researching the topic was astounding.
My husband even went so far as to insist on the final design being somewhat his creation. When he showed me ideas, I was shocked and horny as looking at his sketches made me realise, he had put a lot more thought into the whole concept of enforced chastity than I had. I can still remember when I made a suggestion about the design and he suddenly became annoyed, shouting ‘What the hell good is it if it’s not completely effective?’ Grabbing me and looking me directly in the eye, he said, ‘if you want this, truly want this, it will be all or nothing.’
The next day, I had told him he would be grateful to wear the chastity device he had designed and agree to whatever arrangement he made; then it began. Over the course of the next several months, I had multiple piercings performed at a local studio by a leather Master and his boi that my husband know, with most of the other materials begin custom made by a local jeweller.
The piercing took time to heal but once they did, my husband set the date and the final preparations were made. I lay there, looking up at my husband, being able to move only slightly as my wrist and ankles were secured to the posters of our bed. I was naked but calm. My husband, handsome, strong and muscular started telling me the rules:
‘There will be no requests for relief, ever. The key already is in a safety deposit box in the station. You will have no access to it and I will have no access to it except during my handover shifts, so do not even bother asking. There will be no break-in period or weekend-play. Once you agree, I will install the device and that will be it. It will be removed at my sole discretion. In other words when I feel like using your cock. That could be tomorrow, or that could be six months from now. I do not know.’
I squirmed as I heard this, was this what I wanted and was he serious?
‘The device itself will complete the modification; your foreskin will be permanently stretched over your glans and locked in place. The lock will then attach through your guiche and be closed, pulling your permanently limp dick back between your balls. The last piercing, the frenum ring, will hold the sleeve in place that prevents any manual stimulation. Manual stimulation, that is, if you can stand a lot of pain anyway, which I know you cannot. You will remember that you are the one who is chastised, not me. You may be required to service me orally, but I will not be denied pleasure for your condition. I will be free to enjoy other guys, whenever I wish. I may do this here or elsewhere, with or without your knowledge. I may or may not allow you to participate. I may or may not require you to watch.’
My cock stiffened at the thought of my husband with another guy and I suddenly realized he had put the lock through two of foreskin piercing’s, without locking it. My hard-on pushed back against my closed foreskin and disappeared. ‘You cannot control your soon to be useless cock all can you?’ He asked. ‘We will sure put an end to that in a hurry.’ He laughed, teasing my pinched cock with his fingers.
‘The lock,’ he continued, ‘is high a tensile alloy which will shatter if someone attempted to cut the device off, leaving hundreds of jagged metal fragments imbedded under your skin, so I would not even think about it. Any evidence of tampering will result in severe punishment and a non-removable device being installed for the remainder of the sentence, or one full year, whichever is greater. A second offence, or resistance to the permanent device will result in a set of video tapes being sent to your family, friends, all the guys at the station. I do think I need to remind you of the tape contents. Do you understand?’
I could not speak but nodded yes. I could feel him working my cock into a tight cylinder I assumed was the sheath and I wondered if he would stop even if he asked him to. ‘There will be no ‘time-outs’ for the gym or doctors or airports or anything of the kind. If someone sees this, you will be required to explain exactly what it is and why you wear it. Say it outloud, why do you wear it?’ My husband asked.
‘Because my dick is your property,’ I said, barely above a whisper.
‘Good,’ my husband smiled, pulling my now limp and sheathed cock (if I can all it that now) down hard between my legs.
I swallowed hard as I felt his fingers push the lock through my guiche and rotate the lock cylinder straight, holding everything in place temporarily. Looking down, all I could see was a polished silver tube where my cock penis used to be, which curved sharply downward, splitting my balls apart.
‘The last rule is that our agreement will be in effect in two-year increments. In other words, if you agree today, you will remain chastised for two years, at which point we will renegotiate.’ My husband continued. ‘So, with all that being said, do you agree to give me your sexual freedom from today foreword?’
‘I do not want you to date other men,’ I managed to squeak. I knew that if my husband was dating other guys, it would likely reduce my chances for an outing.
He smiled. ‘I will agree to that; I will only have sex with many other guys if you agree to make the first sentence five years, and the next one permanent. Or nothing.’
He closed his eyes and nodded.
My husband kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear. ‘Your cock is mine, your balls are mine, and your orgasms are mine. The cum you can keep.’ With that he heard the metallic click of the lock snapping shut, and my sentence of five long years began. Bending over, my husband kissed the the cold metal sheath and laughed, ‘I’ll see you in 2028.’
(Note: This story was originally posted to the Chastity Belt and Device Fiction page (Altairboy’s site, link here). It has been “re-imagined” as a male-on-male story.
