By Marknorth

Part 3

Intellectually, I knew that I shouldn’t have posted those pathetic, pleading messages on the site.  Emotionally, however, I had no choice.  I needed my freedom back.  The chastity in and of itself was almost tolerable; but his nearly sadistic control was not.  My life was no longer my own.  Every little misstep I made was punished – sometimes to the point of brutality.

I no longer even hesitated to obey his every command.  The slight tingling of my cock ring was like the bells to Pavlov’s dogs.  Again, intellectually, I understood that I had been trained just like those dogs; but, emotionally, I wanted to rebel against his control over me.  I was angry with myself for submitting to his whims fully and completely.  Looking back it hadn’t taken very long for me to acquiesce.  Of course, the intense pain made any dissent or hesitation impossible.  But now I found myself wanting to obey him.  Yes, wanting to obey him.  And that scared me most of all.

I kept logging on to the blog hoping against hope that he would respond to my pathetic pleas.  He did not.  Days passed without any contact from him.  No emails, no replies, nothing.  Worst of all there were no orders for me to follow.  I didn’t know what I supposed to do.  I hesitated to make any decision.  I never knew if the tingling would start warning me of the shocking pain to come.  I continued to follow the last orders that I had received from him before I started to plead for my freedom.

Get up early, go to the new gym down the block to work out, return home to shower, go to work, return home immediately, eat a light dinner, kneel before my computer and wait, go to bed – repeat the next day.  He had given me permission to shop for food and other essentials once a week as needed.  No outside contact or socializing was allowed.  The gym was relatively quiet in the mornings.  He had purchased the membership for me and it was small and pretty private.  I had questioned the desk attendant to try to determine the name of the guy who paid for the membership; but all of the information was in my name and she looked at me like I was nuts.

Three weeks passed without a word from him.  I recharged the device as needed.  I hoped that his absence might mean that control of the device would lapse, but even though I tested its limits, it was functioning perfectly.  The monitoring software remained fully active.

I worked out daily.  His continual requirement for me to remain fit had resulted in a pretty solid body.  Although I was in OK shape before, I never had a regimented fitness program and my body had responded.  I frequently caught the few other guys I saw in the gym checking me out as I exercised.  It inflated my ego, to be sure, and I always silently thanked him for getting me toned.  There was certainly some reciprocity on my part.  There was one guy at the gym almost daily that I couldn’t keep my eyes off.  He was a couple of years older; short salt and pepper hair; and handsome in a masculine, rugged way.  He was fit and we frequently caught each other’s glances.  I had orders not to speak to anyone so I had to find ways to make sure that I avoided getting too close to him.  But it was enjoyable watching him.  My poor dick struggled within the confines of its cage almost every morning as I watched him work out.

Fear began to set in.  What if he wasn’t ignoring me?  What if something had happened to him?  The device would remain fully active without his intervention, but for how long?  Everything fails eventually.  If the device failed would it ramp to its full potential before doing so?  I seriously doubted that it would just shut down – or would there be a failsafe?  As the days passed my anxiety about the device grew.  I had feared that it might fail from the moment I realized its full potential.  Without his expertise I was more than worried what would be in store for me if it began to fail.

Day after day I followed the routine.  I focused on the device more and more.  I continued to follow his orders.  I continued to hope that he would soon contact me and that nothing had actually happened to him.

Near the end of the fourth week I was in the middle of my morning workout – OK I was actually admiring that handsome guy who had his back to me at the moment – when the device came to life.  The tingling was slowly ramping up.  Not painful, yet.  I grabbed for my cell phone and was surprised to see a text message from him.  One line:

 

Get back to your apartment now.

 

I grabbed my gear, took one last longing look at the handsome guy on the other side of the gym, and jogged back to my apartment as the pain from the device continued to grow more intense.  Once I was inside, the pain stopped.

I quickly made my way to my laptop to check for messages.  There was an email in my inbox:

 

I have been tracking your movements for the past few weeks and am impressed that you continued to follow your orders.  I am not impressed, however, that you felt it necessary to post those whiny messages on the blog.  Frankly, I was expecting you to beg for release sooner than you did.  You did better than most guys have, but you knew there would be consequences for such foolishness; didn’t you?

My silence over the past month or so is not one of those consequences.  That was only a test to see how well you have adapted to your training.  I am confident that you have now realized how this will continue to work between us.  You know that you have been broken.  Your activities over the past month prove that without a doubt.  But knowing that doesn’t mean your training is complete.  Not by a long shot.  No, my complete control over your life will continue.  Only now you realize that all you do is for my pleasure and what you think or feel no longer really matters, does it?

It has been some time since you have had the penis tube off and cleaned yourself.  Strip naked and gather what you need to get yourself cleaned up down there.  Be back on camera in five minutes.  I don’t need to remind you what will happen if you take longer.

 

I rushed into the bathroom to grab some soap, a washcloth, yanked my clothes off and grabbed a small Tupperware dish full of warm water from the kitchen and was kneeling before the webcam just in time.

 

Although I hadn’t really had time to think much since I received his text message, I was so relieved that he was fully back in my life.

I was momentarily startled when I heard his voice from the computer’s speakers, but it was soothing to hear his dusky voice again.

 

I’ll release the locks on the penis tube in a moment.  Right now, however, I want you to know that the device is functioning perfectly.  Even while I was out of direct contact with you I was monitoring its functions.  The transceivers, your phone, and laptop are all performing perfectly.  I wanted you to know that because it is important for you to remember that I am always looking after you.  I will be controlling you for a long time to come and I wouldn’t want anything to limit my enjoyment.

Now stand up, remove the tube, and wash yourself thoroughly.  It is hard to believe that it has been almost a year since you jerked off or even had a hard-on isn’t it?  Oh, I get so damn hard thinking about the ongoing horniness that you must feel, the depravation of getting hard and cumming. It is such a turn on for me; you just can’t believe it.

 

I did as he instructed and cleaned myself up.  I cleaned the inside of the tube, as well.  I didn’t even consider trying to remove the cock ring; that was a lesson I never needed to learn again. The more he spoke, however, the more that I felt that old “stirring” in my groin.  My dick started to get hard and it took everything I had not to grab it or even touch it.  I knew that wasn’t allowed.  There I stood – naked with my dick hard as a rock and my arms at my side – waiting.  His laughter was cruel.

 

Mmmmmm….Seems it still works after all!  Go ahead; you can touch it if you want.

 

I hesitated, I had been specifically forbidden to ever touch my dick for pleasure in these few minutes when it was allowed out of its tube.  Was this a test of some sort?  Was he verifying that I had learned to follow his orders?  Was he really giving me the chance to just touch it – maybe even more?

I stood there for a few more moments.  Then I slowly reached out my right hand towards my dick.  I could already feel the pleasure that would come when I made contact with my hard-on.  But I stopped.  I dropped my arm back to my side and hung my head in resignation.  It wasn’t for my pleasure anymore.  It was only for his.  And I said so out loud.

 

Excellent!  I am so very pleased!  Now stand there until it gets limp and slip the tube back in place.  I will have further instructions for you shortly.

 

I heard a slight click as he disconnected his audio.  There I stood looking down at my – no HIS – dick.  It took quite a while for it to go limp enough for me to slide the penis tube back in place.  The quiet “snick” from the electromagnetic locks was somehow comforting.  It removed any temptation that I might have had to disobey him.  I was also glad that the tube was black and removed the dick from my vision, as well as, my touch.

Somewhat dejected at my complete submission, I knelt on front of my desk and waited for his instructions.  After about an hour I wished that I had a chance to take a piss as my bladder was uncomfortably full.  There was nothing I could do – he had not told me that I could move.  I would endure the discomfort.

The tone indicating that a new email had arrived broke me out of my day dreaming.  I shuffled forward on my knees and opened his email:

 

You have done extremely well. It is obvious to me, and should be to you as well, that your pleading for release was never really serious.  You realize that you want, and more importantly, need me to continue to control your life.  Yes, need me to control your life.  You have accepted that as fact.

Oh, I’ll be honest, I need to continue to control you, as well.  After all this time I have finally found the perfect specimen to compliment that device.

Now, a twist to our little game.  You will dress and make your way to the gym.  You have exactly 15 minutes to get there.  Once there you will go to the back of the locker room and wait (standing) by the back door.  I will give you further instructions there.

 

As he finished speaking the all too familiar tingle from the device started.  It was his way of reminding me that I needed to hurry to get there in time.  The device would slowly ramp up in intensity – becoming painful – but not unbearable – unless I arrived late.  I grabbed my sweats and running shoes on the fly and dashed out of my apartment.  As I jogged I watched the monitoring software on my cell phone as it graphed the slow increase in electrical impulses running through my balls.

By the time I reached the gym the pain was beginning to get to me.  I was breathless as I pushed the locker room door open and continued the jog to the back door where I stopped.  The pain lessened but, to my chagrin, did not completely subside.  I constantly watched the phone’s screen for a message from him.  After about ten minutes a text popped up:

 

The door in front of you is unlocked.  It leads to a stairwell.  At the top of the stairs there is another door.  You will go through that door and take ten steps forward.  Drop to your knees, clasp your hands on the top of your head, and look at the floor until you are told to do otherwise.

The device will remain engaged at its current level for the time being.  If you deviate from these instructions it will ramp up drastically until you are crying out for it to stop.

Go.

 

I dashed through the door and up the steps.  It appeared that it there was more than a single story’s worth of steps as I reached the upper landing.  I went through the door to be greeted by darkness.  I hesitated before taking ten steps forward and dropping to my knees.  I couldn’t see anything around me; but the space echoed loudly making me believe it was large and wide open.  I locked my fingers together on the top of my head, looked downward, and waited.

I listened for any sound.  I could barely make out the traffic out on the street, but it was very muffled.  I waited.  As my eyes adjusted the blackness became more and more and I took the chance to lift my head to see if I could make anything out.  It was a mistake.

The shock hit me like lightening and I fell to my side immediately.  The pain was the most intense that I had ever felt from the device and I was writhing in pain and crying out.  I suddenly felt someone grab me and wrestle me to my knees.  I was in too much pain to put up any resistance as my arms were pulled in front of me and handcuffs were locked on.  My mouth was quickly filled with a gag and the room went even darker as some type of cloth bag was pulled over my head.

The pain lessened slightly and I was pulled to my feet and half-dragged across the floor.  Tears were streaming down my face and I continued to try to cry out – but the gag effectively muffled my screams.  I was eventually tossed sideways on something that was table height, but padded, and my legs were lifted up, as well.  The pain intensified again leaving me a mass of useless mush as I was bodily adjusted on the table.  The pain did not start to lessen until my ankles had been secured and a collar that held my head pretty tight to the padding was in place.

Shortly after I was secured, the pain ceased.  I was sobbing and sucking in breaths around the gag and my running nose.  My face was wet with tears and I was sobbing.  What the hell had just happened?  Why was I punished so severely?  All I did was try to take a look around the space that I was kneeling in.  But, then again, he had expressly told me not to do that, didn’t he?  It had been my error.  I had failed to obey one of his orders.  Damn it!  I was justifying his brutalizing me!  How had I fallen so far?

Eventually, I was able to catch my breath and stop the sobbing.  I started to relax as the pain subsided.  It was stuffy in the cloth hood and I was getting a little claustrophobic.  I was startled to hear his voice right next to me.

 

I’ll admit that I expected you to disobey me in some way.  I knew that your curiosity would come to the forefront.  I will, however, also admit that the device was going to be used even if you hadn’t looked up.  You needed to be punished for those whiny posts, after all.  You do recall that I mentioned consequences, don’t you?

I am going to remove the hood.  I will remove the gag in a few moments, as well.  Close your eyes so you can adjust to the light.  And do not struggle.

 

He lifted my head a slowly pulled the hood off.  I had scrunched my eyes shut as instructed and slowly opened them.  The room was mostly in shadow, but there were several well-lit tables nearby.  I was secured to a lab table that appeared to be adjustable.  As I glanced around, I was struck by the huge amount of computer gear and other equipment that surrounded the table that I was on.  Workbenches were cluttered with tools and instruments.  The room appeared to be a large unfinished space.

Then he came into my field of vision – the man that had been my captor, tormentor, trainer, and was now in full control of my life.  It took me a second to realize it was the salt and pepper haired guy from the gym.  I had been lusting after him for several months!  He had been right in front of me every morning – watching me as I watched him.  My eyes must have gotten wide.

 

Ahhhh, I think you recognize me.  Sure, I’ve been watching you for quite a while.  In fact, even before the gym.  Although I am always able to follow you through the device, I wanted to see your progress first-hand.  Physically, you have shaped up very nicely.  I would say that you have shaped up quite nicely psychically, as well.

I meant what I said earlier.  I am immensely pleased with your progress; this little period of correction notwithstanding.  We have come very far together and I will take you much further.

I’ll remove the gag so that you can be more comfortable, but you will not speak unless I tell you to.  This little key fob activates the device and I will not hesitate to use it.  I am sure that you have had enough “correction” for one day.

 

He reached over me and undid the gag and slowly pulled it out.  I could smell his cologne and was excited by his closeness.   I wanted to reach out to him, but was unable to do so with the restraints.  My eyes followed his every movement.  I felt like a little puppy who had just met his master.  He pulled a stool close to the table and sat.

 

Now, I am somewhat sorry for the restraints.  I have some work to do with you and I didn’t want the chance of a struggle to get in the way.

As I said earlier, I am so pleased with the performance of that device.  It has exceeded my expectations and it has brought me you.

You, too, have exceeded my expectations.  You have taken well to my control.  Your simple desire for a key holder to your chastity cage has, I think, been exceeded, as well?  You wanted so badly to lose control of your cock.  You didn’t even realize that you needed to give up total control of the other aspects of your life too; at least not until recently.  Now you know that you wanted it, desired it, and needed it all along.  That is what you were really after, wasn’t it?

So now you have it.  Your wish has been granted.  You have had all control over your life taken away.  Access to your cock has been denied and you willingly gave that to me.  You are mine, as is your dick and both will remain mine.

Oh, I have been doing all the talking.  Is there anything that you want to say, questions perhaps?  Feel free to speak.  I’ll tell you when to shut up.

 

I had been listening to him, but was having a hard time concentrating.  He was handsome and I was distracted by his nearness.  I wanted just to please him and didn’t know what to say.  In some ways I was worried that I was being set up to be punished.

“Thank you.”

 

Thank you?  For what?

 

“I … Well … odd as this seems, thank you for everything.  You are correct.  I need to have someone controlling me.  Not just keeping me in chastity, like I thought, but in every aspect of my life.  I rebelled at first, but I have grown to realize that I am more fulfilled now than I ever was before.  Thank you for that.  I don’t know how to say it, exactly, but I want to do what you want.  I mean, I need to do what you want.  I need to make you happy.  I need to serve you.  I need …”

I tapered off.  I think I was making a fool out of myself.  I was damn near slobbering on him.  How could I make him understand that I finally got it?  I really wanted nothing but to serve him and make him happy.  If being his puppet made him happy or fulfilled him, then let me be his puppet.

“Really, what I am trying to say is I want this to continue.  I need it to continue for however long you want it to.  I understand now and I offer myself freely.  Please keep me locked up like this.  Tell me what to do and when to do it.”

 

Interesting.  You want and need to serve me and I need you to do the same.  A perfect pairing I think.

I’m not one hundred percent sure that you know what you are offering, though.  Right now, you have no choice but to do as I command.  The device sees to that.  It is like training wheels, though.  Will you continue along the same path if the device is removed?  That is the question that we need answered.

I have been working feverishly on an updated design for the device.  It is finished and tested and ready to be put to use.

It is fitted and sized specifically for you.  In fact, it will fit even better than the one you are wearing now.  It has a longer range, new monitoring software, longer battery life and, best of all, more unique shock patterns.

While you are restrained here I will remove the device that you are currently wearing.  You will be free of it and, therefore, free of my direct control.

You say you want and need me to continue to control you; something that I desire too.

So, I have a proposition for you.  Once I have removed the device I will release you and you will be free to go; and go you will.

You will resume your life in whatever fashion you please.  If you want to return to me, and what you have said here is true, you will need to find a new chastity slave for me to train.

You will troll the blogs and websites until you snare someone just like you; someone who needs to be controlled even if he doesn’t yet know it.  Reel him in and confirm that he is worthy.  When you have one selected, return to me with his information, and if he is suitable, I will lock him up and train him with the device that you are currently wearing.

IF I am pleased with your selection I will allow you to be re-locked in the new version of the device and I will continue to refine your training until you meet my every expectation and need.

No answer is required.  I will remove the device and you will leave without a word.  You will either contact me with a candidate for the device and we will continue or you will proceed with your life.  The decision on what you need is entirely up to you.  Should you return, however, that will be the last decision that you EVER make for yourself.

 

He removed the device and I felt completely naked as I left the loft.  Several days passed before the phantom feeling of it began to fade.  It was like a part of me had been lost.

It took me almost three months to find a guy that I felt would serve.  I selected him from the same blog that I had been found on.  I met him several times and we talked about chastity and being denied.  He was hot for someone to be a key holder for him.  A wish that he had been unable to fulfill because he was afraid to let go of that last little bit of control.  He was a good looking guy.  Single.  No complications.  With some gym work he would have a great body.  He was already slightly subservient.  I sent all of the information that I had gathered from the guy to my mentor.  Physical stats, some pics, measurements for the device, and personal information – everything he would need to take over the guy’s life just like he had mine.

That was over a year ago.  He had been pleased by my choice.

I had helped him lock the new device on my cock and balls.  It has been there as a constant reminder since.  I am his and I now live only to serve satisfy his needs.

That doesn’t mean I am his slave – I don’t pick up his laundry or shine his boots (although I would if he asked.)  No, I live a life solely for him.  Solely for his pleasure.  Solely for his amusement.  I do what he demands.  Maybe it’s hard to understand….

But when I fail, the device is always there to correct me.

 

THE END

Author’s Critique

In the final chapter I veered away from focusing on the Device itself. The description of its technology was thoroughly described earlier in the story and its capabilities were shown throughout.

As the story line progresses we follow the protagonist as he realizes that he has been “broken” of his self-will.  He realizes that he needs (not just desires) to be controlled by this man.  That man recognized the guy’s need to be controlled and only needed to release his hesitancy to admit it.

Focusing on the mental aspect of that realization (the need to be fully controlled), rather than the purely technical, proved to be a more satisfying ending for me.  It also created a more fully developed character – rather than just a shallow description of a chastity slave.

I hope the story was enjoyable!  Please let me know your thoughts!

—Marknorth