By BigMouthfla

It was a very tough decision to completely relinquish control and allow him to keep me chastised for as long as he desired. This is not an easy thing for a man to decide to do. Literally giving up full control and letting another man control your orgasms is a big step in a relationship. But, I did make that decision and chose this life.

It had been about a month since I decided to give in to him and give up full control. I’d been wearing a cb-2000, not the most secure device in the world and truth be told, I could orgasm through it if worked up enough. In this respect, life was not that bad – I get a thrill by not being able to unlock the device, but if things get too much, I can orgasm on my own when I choose to. Of course, I’d never let him know that.

On one Saturday morning, he said he wanted to tie me up so we could “play.” As he ties me up all the time, I didn’t think anything of it, so I gladly agreed. He tied me up in a standing position against the wall as he normally does. He started to rub my cock through the cage I was wearing. Of course it felt so good that I was moaning and didn’t want it to stop. I had to be careful as to not shoot off in front of him though.

He said, “I’m so glad that you’ve given me full control over your orgasms. I appreciate the trust you’ve placed with me. Now, I’m going to give you an option to have a little control yourself. I’ll give you three different options and you choose what works best for you. Your first option is to suck off 50 different cocks over a 10-week period – 5 per week. Your second option is to suck off 50 different cocks over a 25-week period – 2 per week. Your third option is to decline this offer and remain locked for an undetermined amount of time.”

I was a bit confused trying to take it all in. He went on to say, “Here’s how it will work – you must have 50 different guys and be able to prove that you’ve done them. You’ll need to take a picture of their cum in your mouth, and the picture must contain their cock next to you.” This was so exciting, I was getting even more aroused at the thought of it. He then said, “If you choose 5 per week and do not get all 5 in a one week period, the difference of how many you did get from 5 will be added to the time you’re locked up in weeks. For example, if you get only 3, then 2 weeks would be added on the first week. On the second week, the difference is doubled then added. So, for example, if on the second week, you get only 3, then 4 weeks would be added.”

I was having a rush of emotion trying to think of what the better option would be. I mean committing myself to 5 different guys per week is really a challenge. How would I do that? I’d be a slut to say the least. Then again, going for 25 weeks, a full 6 months, is a really long time.

“In addition,” he said, “you must choose between cut and uncut. That is, if you go with the 10-week option and you choose cut, then 1 guy per week must be uncut and the other 4 must be cut, or vice versa. If you choose the 25-week option, then you’d need a total of 10 of the opposite one you choose, whether cut or uncut. Oh yeah, regardless of the week option you choose, you cannot get ‘extra credit’ for getting more than either 2 or 5 in one week. Those simply will not be counted.” He then said, “If you choose the 25-week option and in the first week are able to get 10 different guys, then you will not be required to have more than 50 total. In other words, each week that may potentially get added will not carry the requirement of getting new guys for each added week. If you choose the 10-week option, the number of guys you’ll need to get in the first week is 20. With those additional guys for either option, they will not count towards the original 50. If you’re not able to get that many in the first week, then each “penalty” week that gets added will continue to require the number of guys until you’ve reached the end. And oh yeah, you’ve got to decide right now what you want to do. I’ll give you a minute to think it over. If you can’t make a decision, then the offer will be revoked, and it may not be offered again. I’m giving you a chance to get a little control again as you ultimately would control how much time you’re left in. I’ll give you one minute. The clock is ticking.”

I didn’t know what to do. I was hard as a rock thinking about this. It sounded so exciting, but I wasn’t sure if I could do it. I also didn’t know how long he would keep me locked up if I didn’t do it. I knew I had to decide fast. I decided on the 25-week option even though at least 6 months would drive me crazy. I figured I could still orgasm if need be through my cage. Even though it wouldn’t feel as good, it would be at least a little relief. I informed him of my decision. He said, “Very well. I’m going to let you start off on a clean slate.” He unlocked my cage and started caressing my cock. He knelt down and took me inside his mouth and I shot in what seemed like only a second as it has been a month since I shot a load. I was disappointed actually because I don’t want to be locked up right after I shoot and he knew that.

I was a bit shocked when he took the cage off completely. He asked me if I had to take a piss and I told him I did. Leaving me tied up, he put a container right under my cock and said I could take a leak. It took a minute but I was able to. He said, “I hope you don’t get too used to peeing standing up.” I replied to him that I was able to pee just fine through the bars of the cage while standing up. He just grinned and walked away. He then came back in the room with a box. He said, “I know you wanted this experience to be real and the fact is that the cage you’ve been wearing is not real.” He pulled out a full-fledged metal chastity belt and my heart just about stopped beating. “This will make it real. It’s a heavy duty metal chastity belt, custom made for you. This is the real thing.”

I begged of him not to put it on me, but he said this was his wish and I had no choice. He was right, my hands and feet were tied up. I had no choice. I continued to beg, but he ignored my cries. “This one compensates for your small cock as it’s got a very small tube. You will not be able to get even a little erect. You will know what being chastised is all about…for at least 25 weeks.” I asked him if I could change to 10 weeks and he said that choice was already made and it will not be changed.

I started fighting against my binds, but it was useless. He said, “You have no choice to stay in the metal chastity belt for at least 25 weeks. You will not be able to have any erections, let alone any orgasms. This is what you wanted and I’m going to make sure that it is enforced. You have no choice in this matter as you are tied up and cannot stop what I am doing to you.” I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It was exciting but scary at the same time. I started getting erect again and he took a bag of ice and placed it at my balls which of course made me very limp.

He took the pieces of the belt apart and put the belt part around my hips. The tube that would encase my cock had to be lubed up to be put on it was so tight. As an added layer of security, my PA was pulled through the tube and secured at the end with a padlock. The tube was tight and very short. There would be no way I could even get a little erect in this thing. I didn’t know what to do. I begged again, but he ignored me. Once the tube was fully encasing my limp cock, he attached it to the belt, made sure it fit just right and locked it in place. He tugged on the belt, but nothing would move – this thing was secure, and it was most definitely, the real deal. Once he was assured that I was securely locked up, he unlocked my arms and legs, and told me to get dressed.

I started inspecting my new belt and sure enough, it would not budge. The coolness of the ice wore off so I tried to get an erection, but nothing! I was pushing as hard as I could, but there was nothing to be had. This would drive me crazy. And to think that I was locked in this thing for at least 6 months, I was almost hysterical. I put my shirt and pants on and left the room.

He was in the den watching some tv and I went and sat next to him. I was in a daze thinking about what had just happened. He was calm and cool and didn’t mention anything about it. It’s almost like it didn’t happen it all to him. I started thinking more and more about my predicament and tried to get an erection, but all attempts were futile. Nothing would happen. I had to take a leak and had to sit. Not a good situation, but I had no choice in the matter. I hated having to sit down to take a leak, but it was my only option now. It was strange at first as I really had to concentrate because I couldn’t feel my cock at all. And of course, I couldn’t shake it after so I had to use toilet paper to wipe the drops off the belts. I didn’t know if I could handle 6 months of this. When I went back to the den, he asked, “Everything come out ok?” I told him I really hated having to sit. He said, “I guess you’ll have to get used to it, because you are under lock and key and have no choice in the matter. For the next 6 months minimum, you’ll be sitting or squatting. Let me be very clear, I have no intentions of unlocking that belt for any reason at all. This is your life now, so you’d better get used to it, because you are now chastised and have no control at all.” Those words got me so excited and of course, I tried to get erect, but nothing.

I was sitting on the couch and he stood up, unzipped his pants, whipped his cock out and said he needed some relief. He was about semi-erect. I knew what he wanted and I was so worked up that I couldn’t wait to have him. This was the first time I sucked him off while being totally locked up.   His cock always tasted so good, but I guess it was the added frustration that made it taste that much better.

This was really driving me crazy. Even though I would wear the plastic cage all the time, I could still get a decent erection. But now, NOTHING would happen, I couldn’t feel anything more than the smallest stir. I kept pushing as hard as I could, but the prison my cock was locked in wasn’t letting it even the slightest erection.   This was killing me. I was so damned horny, but couldn’t even get somewhat of an erection. At first, I really was enjoying the frustration, or at least trying to.

After he shot a huge load down my throat, he zipped up and sat down. That was it. Nothing for me. I was still so worked up but couldn’t do anything about it. He asked me if I was ok. “You do realize that it will be this way for quite some time, right?” I took a deep breath and told him that I didn’t know if I could get through it. This was much more than I originally thought it would be. He felt for me, but was not going to unlock me for any reason. This was the deal we made. So there I was, the taste of cum in my mouth, a tiny locked up dripping cock that I couldn’t get to, and horny as hell. And that was not a damned thing I could do about it. And of the thought of me being like this for at least 6 months was just too much for me to fathom. I was thinking that I would go insane unless he unlocked me.

Later on that night, we were laying down in bed. He always slept in either underwear or boxers and no shirt. I always slept in boxers and an undershirt, except for next 6 months, I’d be locked in steel under my boxers. I was fearing the morning erection…or lack thereof. What did I get myself into!

So we’re laying there and he pulls me toward him and we start kissing passionately. It was really nice. He was kissing me as his other half, which was really nice. I really liked being in his arms. We rolled over a bit and he ended up on top of me. We kept kissing passionately and it was getting more intense. I could feel his erection growing down my leg. He stopped and smiled. Puzzled, I asked him what was wrong. He said that he was so happy that I had agreed to giving up control to him. He could feel the belt against his cock and this made him very happy.   He promised that it would get better in time and he was going to help me through this. He was truly appreciative of me being locked up at his request. He kissed me even more passionately. He was like an animal just going crazy. Without much warning, he grabbed some lube (we keep some by the bed), lubed up his cock and lifted my legs. He didn’t have a difficult finding my hole as the belt is cut out perfectly for it. Talk about easy access! He kept me on my back with my legs lifted (our preferred position) and entered me. Not in a rough way, but in a very passionate way. The feeling was incredible.   I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, whether it was intense ecstasy, passion, or at this point, love. All I knew is that it was the most amazing feeling having him inside me.

My cock kept trying to get hard the whole time, of course to no avail. At first, it really drove me crazy, but I guess it was because he was so passionate that it just made it a little easier to deal with.   He asked me if I was ok. I told him I was ok. He again said how grateful he was. It really turned him on. “This feels so good…me fucking you, you locked up with me holding the key. I want it to be this way always. I know you agreed for 6 months, but I want it like this all the time. Please agree to stay like this forever. I want to keep you locked up forever.” I was figuring it was the moment talking, but I didn’t agree, not yet anyway. I just kept telling him how hot it was to be locked up by him. He shot a gigantic load, so hard in fact that I could actually feel him shooting inside me. That turned me on a lot to feel him shoot like that, knowing that it was due to me and what I had done for him.

He rolled off of me and I went to clean up. I came back to bed, still frustrated as all hell. He was relaxing now and was just staring at me. He said he was serious in what he said about me being like permanently. I told him it was way too early to talk about that. He agreed. Of course, I had a strong feeling that he was not going to let that topic go. In all fairness, he did tell me that he wanted to have a guy locked up long term in a permanent situation.   Now, I started thinking to myself, what if that’s the only way I can have him? Could I be kept in this thing really long term now? I wasn’t quite sure what I had gotten myself into, but it was my choice.

 

Metal would like to thank BigMouthfla for sending this story.