By Strappeddown

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” I commented, holding the strange device in my hand.

“It has extremely advanced electronics in it,” Jim told me. “I have tested it on myself for a few weeks and used it on other boys. It works exactly as advertised — very devious.”

“Does it have a remote control to deliver shocks?” I asked.

“Yes, it can do that — from my computer over there, but that isn’t what I mean. You’ll see if you want to give it a try.”

I stared at the device and back at Jim. We had been friends for a decade and had played with each other on-and-off through most of that time. In the past year he had started getting into chastity belts and locking guys up. He’d never locked me up, but he often showed me his cock cages and told me about his exploits with other boys he was a ‘key holder’ to. Early on I had even tried on a few of his metal and plastic contraptions, but never for more than a few minutes.

This particular device was an odd one indeed. It was a large, athletic-cup shaped device, made of what appeared to be thick brushed aluminum. It was smooth except for two small holes on the top and bottom and a ring opening in the back where the cock and balls fit into. The ring is what made it unusual. It was lined with thick soft black rubber, but it fit into a metal iris piece that looked like the aperture ring on a camera. The pieces could spin into larger and smaller openings. It was spun fully open now and the soft rubber ring was stretched tightly around the orifice.

“That is how it stays on,” Jim explained. “Once you have your cock and balls inside, the electronics will spin that snug around the base of your cock. As you get hard or soft the electronics will adjust the size of the ring automatically to keep it on snugly and prevent you from pulling out.”

I couldn’t see much inside the device, but I poked my fingers around inside the hole and found a large amount of what felt like soft pliable silicone rubber — with sockets apparently for the balls and a shaft for the penis.

“Once it is on it is quite comfortable,” Jim continued, “and it really isn’t that much bigger than an athletic cup — it is pretty much unnoticeable under clothes. It did come with some jock straps made of stretchy nylon — the aluminum makes it pretty light, but the jocks keep the cup pushed up close to the body so that it isn’t pulling on your balls all day and rubbing on your inner legs. Any jockstrap or pair of snug underwear should do.”

I stared at the device for a moment, and then at Jim. “And it has some sort of electronics in it? To give a little shock to the balls or something?”

“Yes, via a remote application on my computer…but there is more to it than just that…”

I had recently become curious about electro play. I had even tried a few toys some of my other buddies had. I really enjoyed light electro stimulation to my cock. This was really why I was considering trying this thing on. “I’ll give it a go,” I said. I handed it back to him and started to unbuckle my pants.

“That’s great!” he said, “but before you put it on, you have to promise me that if it fits and if you like the way it feels, you stay locked in it and wear it for me for a few weeks.”

My pants were already down to my knees, but I paused. “A few weeks?!? I don’t know about that!”

“Come on, I promise you you’ll like it. And being in chastity is a lot of fun…you’ll never be hornier, and when you do get off it will be amazing.”

Jim had a warm easy-going convincing way about him, and the way he was grinning at me was kind of a turn on.

I spontaneously decided, and shrugged, “Okay…but only if it feels good…if it gets uncomfortable or to be too much trouble, you have to remove it immediately.”

He grinned broadly, and went over and grabbed a bottle of some sort of lubricant and started squirting it inside the back of the device. “You need to be softer than that to get it on,” he said, pointing to my semi-hard-on.   I hadn’t realized but the thought of having this thing locked on me was turning me on a little.

“Lay down on the couch,” he told me.

He went off to the kitchen and returned shortly with a bag of frozen peas. “This will help!” he laughed as he dropped it onto my crotch.

I howled and jumped a little from the cold. “Ho! Wow! No, no!” but in the end, I held on to it, and it worked. My cock shriveled up to a more manageable size.

As soon as he saw I was ready, he did all the work, slipping my balls in and then sliding my cock into the well lubricated and soft spongy rubber innards. The ring was wide open, so it wasn’t difficult to get it inside. It actually felt nice.

“Hold this up against your body for a second.” He told me, as he walked over to his desk. There were a few clicks and I felt the device slowly constrict and close around the base of my cock. At the same time, I felt a slight movement from the inside, as the rubber seemed to pull up around my ball sack and grasp my cock. It was a very pleasant feeling, sort of like having my cock gripped by hundreds of tiny rubber fingers. It seemed to detect when everything was in place, and I felt a slight sensation around my balls, between them, on my cock head and along my shaft…sort of like everything plopping into place. He noticed my smile and beamed at me.

“Now comes my favorite part,” he said. “This isn’t your standard chastity cage…the electronics built into it are amazing…do you like how it feels?”

“Sure,” I said. “It feels quite comfortable. I…” suddenly it seemed to jump to life from inside the cup. There was an extremely pleasant buzzing and strange sensation along my balls and around my cock head. It wasn’t like a vibrator. It was a very light sensation, like hundreds of tiny hair-length soft rubber fingers massaging up and down my cock.

I smiled up at Jim. “What is it doing? Is that electro? It feels…good…!” I realized I was getting hard…very hard…inside the cup…and the harder I got the more intense the sensations became. I felt blood rushing to my face, I was breathing rapidly. “It feels damn good… I… I…”

Then I realized I was very quickly going to cum.

As soon as I thought it, it happened. “Oh my god…” I gasped, and then I was exploding, squirting inside the thing.

Jim grinned, “I told you would like the way it feels,” he said. He handed me a small hand towel. My ejaculate was leaking out of the small hole in the bottom of the cup. The sensations in the cup had stopped, but I was still shaking off that quick and amazing experience. I was breathless and speechless.

“It is in training mode now,” Jim said, sitting next to me on the couch. “It will do that again several times over the next few days. Some of them will happen in your sleep…if you don’t wake up you are sure to have some pretty interesting dreams.”

I was confused. “I don’t understand…I thought chastity was supposed to keep you from getting off.”

He smiled, “It will do that…and quite well. First it goes into a training mode. Over the next few days, whenever you get even slightly aroused, and sometimes for no apparent reason, it will do that…sometimes quickly, sometimes it will edge you for hours. It’s recording data about how you get aroused and how far you can be edged.”

He pointed to the computer screen on his desk. There was some sort of animated chart with green, black and orange lines. It looked like a heart rate monitor graph. There was a bunch of peaks and valleys to the left, but to the right the lines had slowed down. “See those graphs? It’s based on your pulse rate and tension in your groin and such.”

He continued, “After the training session ends, it will go into chaste mode…which is pretty much what you would expect…although unlike some chastity devices, this one can both manipulate your cock to keep you from getting hard and do the opposite…keep you hard and on the edge. It does this by using electrodes and pressures points. It can prevent excess blood from flowing into or out of your cock, even stimulate the veins to force blood out of your cock in periods of excitement.”

I was astonished.

“I can turn on ‘edging’ mode remotely. It will stimulate your cock but prevent you from getting off by using the data it is collecting now. It is diabolical. I know…I’ve tried it. You’ll be at the edge of orgasm for hours…it’s exhausting to be that horny for that long.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Hours? Really?” I imagined what it would be like to be that horny, walking around on the edge of orgasm, but not being allowed to cum. Controlled by this strange egg-shaped cup between my legs.

He nodded. “You’ll see.” He patted me on the back and then got up. I was starting to regret allowing him to put it on me. He pulled open a drawer and pulled out a few jocks and tossed them on the couch. “Put one of these on.”

They were made of a grey stretchy material. I stood up and slipped one on. It snuggly held the cup up against my body, and made it quite comfortable.

“If you don’t wear a jock or snug pair of underwear, it will be less comfortable. If it drops too far from your groin area, it will detect it and tighten around the balls…it can be painful, so wear the jock.”

I nodded. It did seem more comfortable with the jock on. “So how long do you want me to wear this for?” I asked.

He grinned and laughed under his breath a little. “It’s at least two days for training. How about we just keep you in it for two weeks after that? At the end of that time I promise you’ll have the most incredible orgasm ever.”

I sighed. Two weeks and three days. “Okay, okay.” I said. And grinned at him. It wasn’t so bad. He’d been wanting me to try chastity for months, and I could tell he was having fun with it.

It was getting late, so I got dressed. The cup fit nicely under my jeans…I thought it bulged a little, but it was probably me just being self-conscious about this strange contraption where my cocks should be! Jim gave me a squirt bottle for squeezing soap and rinse water into the hole in the top when I showered. He also gave me a huge bottle of lubricant that I was to squirt into both top and bottom holes every day. “Don’t forget the lube…you will get rubbed raw without the lube.” He warned.

As I was getting in my car he said “Enjoy, and for the next few days feel free to call me if you have any problems.” Then he said something strange. “After training ends, we’ll talk next steps.”

On the drive home I started thinking about the thing, wondering how expensive it was, where it came from, who manufactured it and what type of electronics were in it. Jim was pretty well-off, and this was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I bet it cost him a fortune.

I also wondered how secure it was. Would I be able to slip it off? I tried to imagine what it would be like to be really locked up in a device like this for two weeks. As I drove I reached down with my left arm and stroked the area where the cup was. I could feel nothing but the edge of the cup. Maybe this thing really WAS impossible to slip off…maybe I really was locked up for two weeks. The idea of it sort of turned me on a little, for some reason.

Suddenly there was a tightening sensation around base and I felt a wave of sensation from inside it. It was that same rolling, undulating and pleasant feeling from before….but slower and more rhythmic than last time. I realized it had activated again…or had I activated it fantasizing about being locked in chastity?

A few minutes later I was breathing heavy and decided to pull over to the side of the road. It was making me madly horny…it felt like a stroke, but it wasn’t quite a stroke. It hadn’t been an hour since I’d last gotten off…yet here I was gasping and horny again. There was definitely some electrical impulses, soft and pleasant, around and on my balls…but also a gentle pulling around the tip of my cock and puckering up and down the base. What the fuck was happening in there?

I unzipped my jeans and tried pulling the cup…I wanted to get my cock out of there…see what was going on inside. Was it actually secure? Would it even come off if I pulled? I tugged hard, but as soon as I did I felt the base of the device suddenly snap tight and pull back up snug against my body. My balls suddenly ached, and the sensations increased! It was edging me…this was ridiculous. I looked around as if someone would be near to help me. I was parked on the side of the highway and cars were zipping past me on the left. Then all of a sudden…it stopped.

I caught my breath. Was it over?

There was nothing. No feeling. I tugged on it again, it tightened further around the base of my cock, almost painful…I felt that strong and unpleasant pressure on my balls…this thing was not going to come off. I let go and was relieved when the pressure subsided.

I waited a few minutes more. I was still horny, but nothing…no sensations at all were coming from inside that mysterious shell.

I tucked it back into the jock, zipped back up my jeans and pulled back onto the highway. No sooner had merged back into traffic and gotten back up to speed when it suddenly buzzed to life again. Like a bolt of white lightning, WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! I was over the edge…coming…coming…as I drove down the road. The waves of orgasm were incredible and I found myself gripping the steering wheel tightly, trying to maintain control and prevent running off the road or sliding into oncoming traffic.

And then it was over, and I was panting. I had worked up a sweat. I turned the air conditioning on higher. I glanced down and noticed a wet spot was forming in my crotch. I was relieved…it felt so damn good, but driving while getting off is a hazard!

When I got home I immediately phoned Jim and told him what happened. He only laughed.

“You must be more careful…” he said. “I wouldn’t operate any heavy machinery for the first few days.” He laughed for a good twenty seconds. Then he added, “During the training phase, it will try all sorts of things, but you’ll always eventually get off.”

When I hung up the phone I was pretty exhausted and tired of focusing on the damn thing. I grabbed some left-over pizza and plopped down on the couch and began flipping through the channels.

Twenty minutes later I was writhing on the floor in the throes of another orgasm.

Three orgasms in one evening! I was totally spent. I was in my early 40s, and in really good shape…and coming more than once a day was never a problem…but this was all in the course of less than three hours. I decided to call it a night and collapsed into bed.

Jim was right, I had weird, horny dreams all night. Some of them didn’t make any sense but others focused on bondage and S&M, or walking around with a hard cock sticking out of my pants, dripping with cum for all to see.

I woke up the next morning and the jock strap and bed was soaked with cum and pre cum.

It hit me again right after I ate breakfast…it was different this time, it seemed to be more on the tip and less on the shaft and balls. It was maddening…just enough to keep me horny, but not enough to get me off. This went on for a good hour before I finally couldn’t stand anymore and called Jim.

“You need to turn it off!” I begged, “I swear I’m dry…there isn’t anything left for it to squeeze out of me.”

I heard Jim clicking on a keyboard on the other side of the line. “It says the training mode is only sixty-one percent completed, you should be finished by tonight sometime…oh it also says it edged you for four hours last night in your sleep! That’s quite a feat!”

No wonder I had such strange, horny dreams.

“This has to come off!” I exclaimed. “I can’t have this thing making me cum while I’m at work tomorrow. And I have errands to do today…I can’t be walking around with this time-bomb on my crotch going off unexpectedly at any minute.”

“You’ll be fine,” Jim said…his voice suddenly sounded sterner. “You will just suck it up and enjoy it. You are past the halfway point in the training mode and you will NOT back out now. This time tomorrow you’ll be enjoying real inescapable chastity.”

My mind suddenly flashed back to horny dream I had the night before. I was wearing what appeared to be a huge thick pair of shorts…made of metal and thick leather. It was baggy, almost like a diaper, and I was horny and wanted to stroke my cock, but I couldn’t get into it past the folds of leather and metal bands that seemed to engulf my midsection…I kept groping, looking for release until I found a giant lock where my cock should be. That was when I saw the shadowy figure, chuckling in the distance…it was all shadowy but I could see that he was holding a chain with a key on it.

I wanted to tell Jim about the dream when the thing started going into overdrive. It seemed to go from zero to 260mph. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! I was coming. I found myself gasping into the phone. “Jesus…did you do that?” I panted.

I heard him chuckle, and then he said slowly. “No…but I saw it on the computer chart here. It looks like you’ve made it to sixty-eight percent though!” He then hung up abruptly, and I was left to clean up cum that had dripped out of the cup and onto the floor.

After the call I did laundry and a little house cleaning. I even managed to get to the grocery store and back without it causing me any problems. It was actually very comfortable. I was aware of it most of the time, but when I was busy doing some tasks I completely forgot it was on. It wasn’t until after I checked out of the grocery store that I remembered I had it on and wondered if the clerk noticed the bulge in my pants.

On the way back I stopped and grabbed a coffee at my usual shop, and didn’t even think about it until I had gotten my latte and sat down on one of the comfortable leather lounge chairs by window. ‘training mode’ aside, wearing this thing wasn’t so bad. Maybe I could go two weeks…or even more, with this thing locked on.

As I sipped coffee and thought about it, a tall muscular guy strutted in wearing a tight shirt and a brown leather jacket. His jeans were tight…I could see the outline of his cock. I looked up as he passed me. He had a three day beard growing on his face and was hot as hell. He threw me a grin as he passed and I nodded back at him. I stole a glimpse of his ass as he got into the line to make his order.

I started thinking about his thick cock, wondering what it would be like to suck it. I wondered if he’d glanced at my crotch and saw the bulge there. I then fantasized that it was him who had my cock locked up. The idea of being with this stranger, this stud from the coffee shop, aroused me slightly. I would be able to pleasure him, but I would still be locked up. I felt something flutter in my groin.

And that was all that it took.

The mechanism in the cup started buzzing, tickling, and doing its thing. The same as before, yet different again somehow. I know my face was red. The coffee shop wasn’t crowded, but there were a good number of people milling and relaxing about. I was shaking. It didn’t take long to orgasm. I spilled coffee all over my shirt.

If anyone had been watching they might have thought I had some sort of seizure. I didn’t wait around to see if anyone noticed. I left my half spilled coffee on the floor where it had landed and just got up and dashed out of the shop. I felt a wet spot on my crotch…hopefully looked like just another coffee stain.

I was embarrassed, but also this blew my mind a little. I had literally gone from complete neutral to orgasm in less than a minute.

Instead of heading home, I headed directly to Jim’s place. I had had quite enough of this thing, and needed him to remove it now. He was out on his riding lawnmower when I pulled into his driveway. He stopped, walked over, took off his work gloves and nonchalantly looked me up and down. “What happened to you?” he asked quietly, looking somewhat disappointed at me.

“What do you think?” I said, trying to sound angry. I had been furious at the coffee shop…but now seeing him here, with that look on his face, I felt my ire soften into something meeker, less combative. “I want it off,” I said, but I found myself averting his gaze, looking down at my shoes. I noticed they had coffee stains on the toes.

We went inside and he pulled up whatever software controlled the thing on his computer. “Look,” he said pointing to the screen. “You are at ninety-two percent now. The training program will be finished by tomorrow morning and it will go into chaste mode. After that you’ll be able to relax. No spilled coffee. No sudden orgasms. No access to your cock for two weeks.”

The last statement he made was definitive. I was going to protest, but my words got caught in the back of my throat and I ended up just standing there with my mouth half open.

He led me out the door and I was on my way back home.

The evening was uneventful. I kept expecting something to happen…but nothing did. I turned in to bed early…way early for me, and fell asleep quickly.

That night I dreamt I was a slave in Jim’s basement. In the dream his basement was a huge dungeon and I was locked in tight metal manacles on my wrists and ankles. They were attached by thick chains into holes in the dungeon wall. I was hard, but every time I would reach down to touch my cock the chains would pull into the holes so that my hands couldn’t reach.

I kept getting harder, and hornier. In the dream my cock was twice as long and thick, and long strings of pre cum kept dripping from the tip. I would pull against the chains, but they kept retracting into the wall. Suddenly they all pulled simultaneously and I was spread eagle, tight, my cock erect, ready to squirt, but I was completely immobilized and unable to do anything about it.

Then Jim approached from the shadows, chuckling slightly under his breath. He carried something…it was a dark mass of clinking metal buckles and black leather. He touched my cock with it and suddenly it engulfed me. I felt it wrap around my horny, dripping cock, my waist, and my inner legs. It tightened somehow, pressing everything together, locking my manhood behind so many layers of thick leather and metal.

I woke up with a start. The clock read 4:18am. I was drenched despite the air conditioning…and hornier than I’d ever been. It was doing it again…I don’t know how long it had been doing it…but there was pre-cum everywhere. I tried humping the bed…but it didn’t change that steady internal sensation. I pulled on it, felt it tighten, I pulled hard and it just increased its grip, still the sensation continued…just that steady hum. That slow sensation…slower than ever before…and it was driving me insane.

I realized I had been groaning out loud. I got up and stumbled through the room. Each step was agony and ecstasy at the same time. I needed to get off so bad. I dragged myself into the shower and turned on the water…COLD. It still kept doing its thing. Slowly. Gently. The cold water was doing nothing to stop it.

I had to distract myself…I stumbled through the house, naked and dripping wet. Looking for something that would turn me off…anything to stop this…but what can do that? What can turn me off? This was insane.

I tried reading technical manuals, journals, boring Wikipedia articles. I tried watching the early morning news on TV, even looking at kitten videos on the internet. Nothing was stopping this…I couldn’t focus, I could barely breath. I sat there for a while panting, thinking I was going to die if it didn’t stop.

It just kept going. That constant, soft insane sensation.

I decided to iron my shirt for work. I ended up ironing four shirts. I packed a lunch…then I packed another lunch. I walked around the house in circles.

Nothing was working.

I couldn’t stand it anymore…my alarm clock went off. It was now 5:45 and my alarm clock was going off. It seemed to buzz in time to the suffering pulse on the tip of my cock. Buzzz…Buzzz…Buzzz…

I’d been up horny and SUFFERING for over an hour. I stumbled into the bedroom and fell on the bed, twisted over and slammed my fist to turn off the alarm clock.

I then laid there and broke down. I sobbed. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was broken. I buried my face in my pillow and just cried.

And then it stopped.

I caught my breath. The relief from the constant torture was sudden. Like a flash of cool air.

I took another breath.

And then, it hit.

The big one.

Not like the others. Not at all.

I know at one point I was screaming. The neighbors might think I was being murdered. I didn’t care. It was incredible…indescribable. The most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I SQUIRTED from the small holes in the cup all over myself and the bed.

And then it was over.

Thirty minutes before I had taken a cold shower, but here I was drenched in sweat and cum.

My mind went numb.

I lay there on the bed, exhausted, panting. Suddenly I realized my phone was ringing. I weakly reached over to my end table and picked it up.

It was Jim.

“Hey boy! Good morning! Looks like your training program is over…it kept you on the edge for almost nine hours! Can you believe that?”

Did he call me boy? I think I replied with something that sounded a lot like gibberish in response.

There was a pause, then he said, “You’ll be in chaste mode now. You can go to work without worry.”

I wasn’t worried.

Right now I wasn’t even sane. I was sort of half aware that I was even still on the phone with him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes…I’m…I’m okay,” I stammered.

Another pause, “…well I’ll let you get going. Just wanted to congratulate you.”

I was starting to come around. “Congratulate me for getting off?”

“No…for the edging you just survived. You’ve set a record. I’ve had this on four other boys, and none of them did more than 2 hours of edging during the training phase.”

I shook my head, confused. “What does that mean?”

“It means that when the time comes, I can keep you in ‘edge-mode’ for much, much longer than them…probably up to three or maybe even four days without stopping.”

Then he hung up.

I laid there for another twenty minutes before finally gathering up enough strength to get ready for work. I showered again, shaved, and squirted a bunch of lube inside the thing. I grabbed a clean jock and put it on.

It was impossible to notice the bulge under my suit at work. I walked around like a zombie all morning. Nobody noticed or said anything. I started feeling myself again after lunch, and then got stuck in a bunch of meetings that kept me distracted. By time work was over, I hadn’t thought much about my experiences over the weekend at all.

Until Jim called me on my drive home. “How did it go?” he asked.

“Good, I guess,” I said.

“Great. So listen up boy,” he said. His voice became authoritarian, stronger. He had just called me ‘boy’ again. Before I could comment, he continued. “So here is the deal. I don’t want to hear a word from you until Friday after work. Not a peep. No e-mail, phone call, text message. Nothing. Each time you contact me before Friday afternoon adds a week to your chastity sentence.”

I think my mouth dropped open at that. I stuttered, “b-b-but…”

He interrupted, “No buts. You call me after you get off work Friday, and you’ll get to see what edge mode is really like…forty-eight hours through Sunday night. And if you call me while you are edging, I add two weeks. You got it, boy?”

I started to protest, but he interrupted me again. “There is only one correct answer to that question.”

I paused, took a breath, and then blurted out, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy,” he said. And hung up the phone.

 

 

Metal would like to thank Strappeddown for sharing this story here. Keep checking back for more. Meanwhile, you can find Strappeddown on Recon, and on his Tumblr page.