By MP Boss

Back in my younger years, I was in the Army National Guard.  We had been deployed to Iraq for a year, and after settling in and getting a semi-private room to bunk in, our FOB finally got an internet connection, although it was a satellite and slow as shit, but it at least allowed enough speed to send messages, and with some time, pictures.

I fired up the yahoo account and my list of jerk off buddies showed up. The only problem seemed to be that with the time change, most were offline when I would get off duty. One would always answer when I called though, and he even said it was his patriotic duty to help me in my hours of need. We would talk as always. I liked to fantasize into the submissive roll to relieve all the stresses of daily missions outside of the wire.

I’ve used role play fantasy for years to get off when I wanted, never taking it seriously. I always knew I was an Alpha guy, and I was basically using these guys to get what I want, and when I came, I would say goodbye and log off, whether the other guy had got there or not.

Being isolated in a war zone, I would get more and more horny by the day, and my only outlet was role play, so the longer the deployment went, the more that I would chat, until it was every night.

The guy that I was chatting with was just an online Dom guy.  We knew each other from a chat room, and I was careful not to give out too many details of my personal life. Likewise, I knew very little about him.  Our chats intensified with him holding my entire attention in this area, and he was able to steer me in a way to fit his likes.

He got off on degrading the soldier online, calling me a fag, and saying things like I was a disgrace to the uniform getting off to things like this when I should be the hero.  I have to admit, the more he did it, the more it turned me on too. Eventually he convinced me to send him some pictures of myself in uniform, performing some degrading things. Nothing too bad, I remember one where I got on my knees in full uniform battle rattle, and removing one of my boots snapped a few pictures of myself sniffing my own stink. Another was in the ACU uniform, fly open, in a begging position.  I always cropped or blurred out any face or identifiers.

After a few months, he introduced me to the idea of chastity. I found it twisted at first, but he threw out the idea how hot it would be if I was overseas and trapped in one, and even though that was not practical, the idea helped with good cums. A few times he had asked about sending me a chastity cage to wear into the field, but I had always refused, saying it was too impractical.

So after that, he steered the conversation to a fantasy that when I had arrived back home we met up and he put me into a device then, controlling the key. The idea was a big turn on for me and as time went on, it grew into our primary chats.  Talking as if it was a real plan when I arrived home.  Of course, I had no intention of letting this freak lock up my junk, but it got me off daily.

By the time we were packing up to go home, the fantasy had got quite detailed. We had fantasized about him showing up at my welcome home ceremony, and he watched as I was given an award, and the commander shook my hand. After, he met me in the parking lot and would drive me to his home where we would get to know each other a bit and finally he would restrain me and lock away my cock. He said I had denied him a year, so he would deny me a year before he would let me get off.  It was a great fantasy that got me off many times.

A few days before heading back, we talked more normally.  We had actually formed a friendship of sorts talking for a year.  He asked if I had family coming to my welcome home ceremony, and I confirmed that I did.  He jokingly said, how can I bring you back to my place and lock you up then?  I typed a lol, and took it as a joke, seeing as though in real life we actually had no idea who each other was.  I was just looking forward to getting back home and resuming my life.

After arriving home, we spend a few weeks on some base outproccessing.  I had arranged for some friends to pick me up at my welcome home ceremony, but not being close to family, had not invited anyone.

Arriving at the ceremony, the buses pulled in and there were friends and family waiting for us. Police, firemen and veterans, mostly on motorcycles filled the crowd.

I quickly met up with my friends before someone got on the PA and announced that the ceremony would begin in about an hour, and we were free to spend a little time with our families until then.  As I was talking to a friend, a man dressed in leather chaps and a leather jacket identifying himself as a veteran came up to shake my hand and say thank you for your service.  I returned the thank you to him, but then he pulled me into him and whispered in my ear, good to see you made it back safe XXXXX revealing my screen name, I’m XXXXX he said. I think I must have gone white at that moment. My mind flooded with fear of what this guy was going to do. Was he going to try and humiliate me in front of my friends and fellow soldiers?

Then he spoke again as he had me close. I’ve got a van in the back parking lot in a private place, come see me in 10 minutes.

I didn’t know what to do. If I ignored his request, what would he do? I excused myself from my friends, and quietly slipped around the building.  No one seemed to notice, being so happy to see their families.

Walking back to his van, I met him standing next to a white full size van with no windows. Get in Boy he said. I was reluctant to do so, and I looked around the parking lot, seeing no one, but I did notice the security cameras on the building.

I don’t know what this is, but there are cameras if you’re thinking you’re going to try and pull something, I said pointing to the cameras on the building.

Relax boy, I just wanted to talk for a minute. Nothing is going to happen to you, and you’ll be back in plenty of time for your ceremony.  With that he slid open the side door and stepped in motioning me in.

I obviously was reluctant, but I thought we had formed a friendship and I would hear him out. I felt better knowing that we both knew if I went missing the cameras would reveal what had happened.

Inside he talked about our fantasy and how hot it would be if we played it out a little. We had used threats in past fantasies and he said that he would show the other soldiers our chats if I didn’t comply.  I immediately got angry and started to tell this guy I was going to kick his ass if he did something like that. He managed to calm me down, saying he didn’t even have copies of anything, and it was just our fantasy.  He assured me that this was all just a big game and it could be really hot for the both of us.

I was reluctant, but I wanted to see what this was actually like.  I had never done any BDSM with anyone and thought it may be ok, besides I tended to trust his words.  He asked me if it was ok to restrain me, and I reluctantly agreed.  He placed a handcuff on my right wrist, and attached it to a bolt in the ceiling.  He did the same with my other.  I was filled with nervous excitement, and wondered if I had made a huge mistake.

He then showed me the chastity device.  It was a simple metal cage with a ring and an internal locking system.  I recognized it from a few pictures I had seen online overseas.  He fitted it on me and locked it in place. I would have normally been hard, but the fear took over any kinky thought I was having.

He said to me, remember our deal. You denied me a year, now you’re in this for a year, with an evil grin on his face.

I started to protest, and he said, don’t make it longer boy, now go get your award. I can’t wait until you go up there in front of everyone and shake your commander’s hand knowing I’ve got that cock of yours locked up.

This was a line he used once in a chat about me being in chastity overseas and arriving home for the ceremony still locked up.  I had remembered that because that line made me blow a load so hard.  I sat there confused and started to get hard as my cock strained in the cage.  He quickly uncuffed me and slid the door open.  I’ll make sure the coast is clear boy, then you can go back to your friends, he said.

I was feeling a bit relieved that I wasn’t going to appear on the back of a milk carton, but I was replaying the line of him saying he was going to keep me locked up for a year.  He had the keys, and I had no idea who he was or any way to contact him.  But I did need to get going before the ceremony started, and I figured I had better get back.

He waved to me that the coast was clear and I made my way back to my friends.  I was filled with so many emotions of fear and excitement I was obviously distracted to everyone else.  My cock was straining in my pants in that cage. We had had shared quarters for the last 2 weeks, outprocessing, and not enough privacy to relieve any sexual tension, so I was ready to blow a load.

Sitting in the ceremony now, names are being called and people are making their way to the front, accepting awards if they get them, giving them a flag in a wood triangle case, shaking the commander’s hand and getting a picture taken.  As I sat here, I felt something cold on my leg, and looking down I noticed that my cock had leaked pre cum onto my uniform pants.  Luckily I was in the ACUs and it seemed to have mixed into the camo pattern well enough to hide it, at least not to be very obvious.

As my name was called I nervously made my way to the front.  I had been pinned an award for my service, and was given a binder with the paper copy of the award.  I used it to hold it over my crotch area, attempting to hide the wet spot as best I could.  I looked up in the stands before walking back and saw the man that had locked my cock, with an evil grin on his face.  He was obviously enjoying every minute.

After the ceremony, I searched around for my captor, but he was not to be seen, and looking behind the building, his van was gone.  I worried that he would just disappear now and I would be stuck trying to figure out what to do with this device to get out.  But my friends were ready to celebrate, drink and get rowdy, so I had little choice but to go to the planned event, and try to have the best time I could. Girls were kissing me at the party and trying to flirt, and I even noticed a few guys giving me looks at the local bar where we celebrated.  Even though I am bisexual, I have never had sex with a man before, just pure fantasy, but anything was obviously off limits tonight.

Finally the party ended. I was dropped off at my house, and had to rush out quickly to get some groceries and supplies that I had lacked from my years absence.

Upon arriving home I walked into the kitchen and there stood my captor. He had the key to my device on a ring and was swinging it around in a circle.  It’s after midnight boy, how does it feel to have 364 more days before your next cum he said with a smirk on his face.

You can’t be serious, I said, this is nuts man, you unlock me now or there are going to be real problems.

He kinda laughed and said, of course I will unlock you boy. I told you not to worry, that this was just a game. But if you want, I’ll give you a mind numbing blow job, if you do me one little favor.

What is that? I said.

You call me SIR.  From now on you address me as Sir.

Feeling a little angry and wanting to tell him to fuck off, my cock wanted the blow too bad. I was straining in the cage, and his offer sounded great to me at this time.

Yes Sir, I said.

Awesome boy, welcome home. Now let’s get you all fixed up.

My Sir did keep his word, and I was given the best cum of my life.  We became friends, and then got more serious.  He had hooked me on this fantasy, and now, against my alpha man judgement, I craved this relationship.

I got a job as a construction laborer after leaving the Army, I have since moved into my Sirs house. He started using chastity again on my first night living with him. He told me that my cums would be amazing using it, and they are, but the first time wearing the device, he let me out in 24 hours. The next time, it was after a few days. I’m six months in and I’m now waiting 3 months for him to release me for a cum. He told me after the last time, that soon he would be making that fantasy real, and I would be denied for a year like we had discussed. He also said that once I was at a year, he would tie me up and edge me regularly. He said that if I begged him for a cum during the edging, he would give it to me, but that it would be my last cum ever.

My alpha army man attitude is gone.  I have stopped communicating with my friends and army buddies, and made my whole life my Sir.  My mind says that I am crazy, and I need to leave, and get back what I lost, but he keeps me so horny all of the time, in a way I love his control. My kinky side has finally taken over my man side, and this is where I am now.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank the author, MP Boss, for this story and welcome him to the prison library.