By Taurus
Part 13 – “Momentous Day”
To say day 164 was a momentous day was an understatement.
Almost half of James’ stay had elapsed, and not once he had been released from chastity. There were the regular sadistic medical checkups that allowed him two minutes of freedom every 30 days, but if anything, it was worse than being locked up.
Consider it more than 5 months of continuous chastity where anything more than a totally flaccid cock would start to hurt. And consider it chastity where the locked person is always naked, and the slightest brush on his hairy, hairy body – very common – would trigger an erection.
To summarise his experience in one paragraph, James would start to hurt if he got hard at all, and he got hard if he closed his eyes, looked down, or if he made any movement at all, for that matter. Safe to say, this experience was mostly, if not composed entirely of, great pain.
Today, there was a hope that all this would change.
Shortly after I moved to California, I had my first bondage role play experience. It was with an attractive motorcycle guy named Eric. Both of us were young men, I was 23 at the time and he was 25. We met on a website and worked out the details of the fantasy role play when we determined we were cool. He wanted to be the “top,” he said he didn’t bottom. I accepted.
