Category Archives: Story

Story

A Chasity Tale – Part 04: ‘Locked For Him’

Leave a comment

By Coinnigh

Today’s story was originally posted to the Chastity Belt and Device Fiction page (Altairboy’s site). It has been rewritten for a gay male audience.

It’s been three whole weeks. Three weeks of no fun. 21 days without my manhood. My Master has locked me into a chastity device. He loves it.

When we first met, I was the alpha male. I did whatever I wanted, and I got whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. He would give me oral sex whenever and wherever. I would not beg or plead; after pulling into a random date spot, restaurant or movie theatre, I would pull down my pants, point down and he knew his job. He loved it. I loved it. This was before the chastity.

In the future…

Continue reading A Chasity Tale – Part 04: ‘Locked For Him’ →

Story

Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 08

1 Comment

© 2023 Bostonleatherman

…mostly because you’re in tight leather and boots, already sweating, and it’s 90-something degrees outside. Fuck.

“Here, lemme help you with those.”

A man younger than you, heavier than you, and taller than you starts to take the cradled bottles out of your arms and carry them to the available register. But not before uttering “Fuck off, you little shits” just loud enough for the little shits to hear. They step around us, drop their bottles of soda and bag of chips at “your” register and push through the doors and go out onto the street. You’re afraid to look at him.

“Are you OK?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

He scans the five bottles of water, pays for them, double bags them, picks up the bag, and nods toward the door with his head. You follow him out the door. You scan the street up and down for the two boys, still shaken from the experience you’ve just had.

Continue reading Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 08 →

Story

A Chasity Tale – Part 03: ‘Decision Day’

Leave a comment

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.

Continue reading A Chasity Tale – Part 03: ‘Decision Day’ →

Story

The Fall of a Master – Part 03

Leave a comment

By Rubrpig

The slave quietly sighed, and its body relaxed in the cage and restraints.  Strangely enough it felt freer than it had ever felt…

The slave shifted as it tried to work cramps out of its biceps and legs.  It was not used to being forced into tight restrictive positions, so it tried to ease the pain that was beginning.  Its head was held by the stocks of the top of the cage it was still locked in.  It heard thuds of a pair of heavy boots and knew its Master was coming back into the room.  The door opened and Master Gunther walked into the room and over to the cage where his new slave was locked up.  Master Gunther was wearing a full leather uniform with flared breeches.  His tunic was belted with a Sam Browne and there was a set of braided silver shoulder cords.  The brown leather shirt under his tunic gave the uniform a distinct look which aroused the slave as it used to wear one very similar.

Continue reading The Fall of a Master – Part 03 →

Story

Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 07

Leave a comment

© 2023 Bostonleatherman

…“I see.”

You knew you’d need to spend the better part of the afternoon preparing a Bolognese for Garrett once you got home from the market with everything, so you’d better get going, you told yourself. You’ll need to be quick about your foray – you knew the sauce must simmer for a while once it’s prepared and you didn’t know what time Garrett wanted to eat. You didn’t need any more demerits by not having dinner ready when he wanted. Garrett awards you points that you can ask to redeem for various reasons – things like having a smoke, using the toilet, having restraints be removed for a time (or at least loosened), being allowed to eat at the table and not on the floor out of a dog bowl. Things like that.

The system is known only to Garrett. You never know what he’ll decide deserves some points and how many you’ll get, nor do you know when he’ll move some to the debit column for a reason that you didn’t know was under consideration. And his point value is fluid; sometimes a smoke will cost you two points, other times five. Once it was ten. Hence your desire to conserve where you can.

Continue reading Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 07 →

Story

Eat Dirt

Leave a comment

Written by ty dehner

With the rain falling hard on the roof, this lazy Saturday morning brought back a kink moment from many years ago. Laying in bed, I saw my black 5.11 lace-up duty boots, caked with mud on the soles. I was reminded of a Saturday morning when I was horny and ended up going to the woods on a solo hike, planning a little jackoff session. Back then, I really needed to get away from it all. Work was just killing me, never letting me have time to get things done as well as I’d like. And the clients, a bunch of whining babies that could go to hell for all I cared.

So, when the weekend came, I made sure it was mine! Since I couldn’t find any dungeon to play in, I decided the woods would be the next best thing. While Fall is never a great time to go hiking, it is quieter than normal, with unpredictable weather.

Saturday morning, I suited up in my green old-school army camos, including jacket and black all-leather paratrooper boots. Since this would be a solo hike, I filled my backpack with simple bondage things, like rope, handcuffs, and duct tape. Before zipping up my back, I tossed in a couple of issues of Bound & Gagged magazine. It will help inspire me as I sit in the woods and play with my manhood.

Continue reading Eat Dirt →

Story

A Chasity Tale – Part 02: ‘Mark’s New Life’

Leave a comment

By Coinnigh

This story was originally posted to the Chastity Belt and Device Fiction page (Altairboy’s site, link here). It has been “re-interpreted” as a male-male story.

After being married for ten wonderful years we still have a great marriage. We always enjoyed great sex, as well as a great relationship. Then about four years ago my life was changed drastically.

My husband, Dan, had gone to London with two of his best friends for a lads weekend getaway. He came back very relaxed and refreshed, and the night of his return we ended up in bed having one of the horniest nights of sex we had had for months. During the course of the night, Dan said he wanted to try something different. He has never disappointed me in the past so naturally I agreed. He took a small bag from his overnight bag and pulled out a metal chastity belt he bought in London. It had a narrow metal tube for my shaft to slide into and a handcuff like clasp welded onto the back which would lock around my balls and the base of my cock. He told me that his friend Rob keeps his husband Brad locked in a chastity belt and that he thought it would be fun to do the same to me. ‘Just for the weekend.’

Continue reading A Chasity Tale – Part 02: ‘Mark’s New Life’ →

Story

A Chasity Tale – Part 01: ‘What I Wanted’

Leave a comment

By Coinnigh

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-male story.

When I told my boyfriend what happened, he said, ‘I guess you got what you wanted.’ Here’s how.

I am an aviation engineer. I work at an experimental facility where we test airplane components. I have worn a chastity belt of my own design for over a year. It is a steel tube that covers my cock. There is a chain that fits over my cock and balls and is locked in place. My boyfriend is my reluctant keyholder as he considers me weird for wearing a belt but goes along with my compulsion to humour me. He holds the keys, and we have sex only on his schedule not mine, which often means I am left feeling like a horny and hungry bottom. This was all fairly tame stuff until I wanted to go to the next level. I asked my boyfriend if I could be released from my belt so I could work on a more advanced unit. One that would do more to punish my erections and force me to be more faithful in thought as well as deed.

Continue reading A Chasity Tale – Part 01: ‘What I Wanted’ →