I’m a Gay Chastity Sub. My cock is Currently unLOCKED as of 1/1/25. per followers demands I was not permitted a real orgasm until the year 2025 as well as No…erections. Any and all orgasms in 2024 were fully ruined, and licked up afterwards. My keyholder has a deal with me - I only get locked in chastity if Followers demand it. This includes being locked in chastity, extending a lock up, spanking, CBT, WS, or nearly anything else. The fate of my manhood is in your hands.
NOTE FROM THE KEYHOLDER: Subtle suggestions might not be perceived as official demands in a chat. For best results, be a man and command him to submit to your will. I do read a lot of these chats but only direct demands are considered. Kinky chitchat is fun and it keeps him horny / desperate. (Which I appreciate you doing for me) But if you want me to punish my bitchboy’s dick, ass, face or balls for you - make sure he knows you’re serious.
All Chastity posts are manips created by me. 18+ Only. My posts are photo edits from photos found on the internet. I try to stick to professional porn photo sets and avoid people’s personal pics. But it is often hard to tell, please let me know if there is a photo of you that you’d like me to remove. None of my stories or edits are meant as commentary on the actual real life models - I have selected them based on my own personal taste in men, a general aesthetic, and/or viability as a photo editing project. Note: all stories (both fiction and real life accounts) are depictions of adults. Not minors. Any use of the term “boy” in my posts is meant in a figurative sense.
I Used to just wear it for him once in a while, when he was in the mood to do a lil tormenting. He’d fuck me, or I’d suck him off. Then I’d unlock myself afterwards. Sometimes he’d make me wait until he left.
Eventually things evolved. he wanted me to surrender the key to him, while he was there. The act of handing it over always sent a surge straight to my dick. He saw the look on my face, and knew what it meant. Knew what was happening inside my cage. I’d beg for the key before he left, and he’d eventually hand it over. After he left, it’d unlock it, slip off the tube and jerkoff frantically. The taste of his cum still lingering in my mouth. The plastic ring still clenched around my balls. I couldn’t even wait to take it all the way off.
But then the key somehow found its way onto his keychain. I begged as always, he’d drag it out. Make me do something humiliating, like lick his hole or drink hot piss from his limp dick. Then eventually he’d unlock me and leave me to wank in his absence.
Then one day I begged like usual and he just said “nah, kid” and left. My dick throbbed in its prison. He was coming right back right? But he didn’t. He had the only key to my dick and it was now His key.
I suffered through that day, desperate to cum, feverishly checking my texts to see if we were hanging out tonight, but nothing. then around 1 am I got a text. “Wanna hang out this weekend?” I immediately responded yes.
“Alright, Saturday night”
Then it hit me...it was only Thursday. I wouldn’t have a chance to jerk off or even beg for my key for 3 full days. It was torture, I was so fucking horny. Then finally After hooking up that Saturday, I begged him at the door, promising to do anything he wanted. He grinned and began to leave again. I begged him even following him out into the night, bare ass naked with my caged dicklet exposed. “Please!”
He laughed and agreed walking back in with me. We went to my room, and he rummaged through my dresser until he found my personal vibrating massager.
“Here...I want you to cum IN the cage.”
“I can’t get hard in this thing man, it hurts like hell”
“Oh well don’t get hard then...just cum like a lil bitchboy”
I took the massager plugged it into the outlet and slowly revved it up until I could just barely feel it thru the plastic. My dick began bulging, it ached. Ached for freedom and for release. I kept at it, continuing to beg him not to make me do it. He just grinned back. I knew I had a choice. I could just stay locked. He didn’t need to say it. Then it started to happen. I could feel it building. The sensation was so faint, it was driving me crazy, frustrating me to no end. Then stupidly I announced my impending caged orgasm to him. My breathing sped up, my eyes squinted - then he pulled the plug. The vibrator halted its warm undulations. I looked up at him in shock as jets of hot cum spurted out of my caged cock. I couldn’t feel any of it. I just quivered, buckling over, taking my ruined orgasm like full fledged submissive faggot.
I needed that key - needed out of this cage - needed to stroke this ache out of my dick. I looked up at him, begging with worn out eyes.
“Good job”
“Please man, I gotta get out of this thing”
“Oh I’ll let you out - but let’s go get a drink first”
We walked to the bar - my tortured unfulfilled cock seeping cum into my undies. After a couple hours there we came home and he finally unlocked me.
The next time we met up, I wasn’t as lucky. He sat on my face and administered the vibrator to my locked cock himself while I ate ass. He could tell when I was close - my legs tensed up. I clenched the sheets. Cum started dribbling out just as he removed the massager (and my only hope of enjoying the orgasm). I twitched underneath him as my tortured manhood bucked against its confines spunking the sheets between my legs. He got off me and made me lick it up.
I did as he commanded. Lapping up my own cum with his fist planted firmly on the back of my head.
Later we headed to the door and I saw him grab his keys.
They looked light.
“Sorry man, left your key at home. I’ll try to remember it next time. See ya round”
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I Used to just wear it for him once in a while, when he was in the mood to do a lil tormenting. He’d fuck me, or I’d suck him off. Then I’d unlock myself afterwards. Sometimes he’d make me wait until he left.
Eventually things evolved. he wanted me to surrender the key to him, while he was there. The act of handing it over always sent a surge straight to my dick. He saw the look on my face, and knew what it meant. Knew what was happening inside my cage. I’d beg for the key before he left, and he’d eventually hand it over. After he left, it’d unlock it, slip off the tube and jerkoff frantically. The taste of his cum still lingering in my mouth. The plastic ring still clenched around my balls. I couldn’t even wait to take it all the way off.
But then the key somehow found its way onto his keychain. I begged as always, he’d drag it out. Make me do something humiliating, like lick his hole or drink hot piss from his limp dick. Then eventually he’d unlock me and leave me to wank in his absence.
Then one day I begged like usual and he just said “nah, kid” and left. My dick throbbed in its prison. He was coming right back right? But he didn’t. He had the only key to my dick and it was now His key.
I suffered through that day, desperate to cum, feverishly checking my texts to see if we were hanging out tonight, but nothing. then around 1 am I got a text. “Wanna hang out this weekend?” I immediately responded yes.
“Alright, Saturday night”
Then it hit me...it was only Thursday. I wouldn’t have a chance to jerk off or even beg for my key for 3 full days. It was torture, I was so fucking horny. Then finally After hooking up that Saturday, I begged him at the door, promising to do anything he wanted. He grinned and began to leave again. I begged him even following him out into the night, bare ass naked with my caged dicklet exposed. “Please!”
He laughed and agreed walking back in with me. We went to my room, and he rummaged through my dresser until he found my personal vibrating massager.
“Here...I want you to cum IN the cage.”
“I can’t get hard in this thing man, it hurts like hell”
“Oh well don’t get hard then...just cum like a lil bitchboy”
I took the massager plugged it into the outlet and slowly revved it up until I could just barely feel it thru the plastic. My dick began bulging, it ached. Ached for freedom and for release. I kept at it, continuing to beg him not to make me do it. He just grinned back. I knew I had a choice. I could just stay locked. He didn’t need to say it. Then it started to happen. I could feel it building. The sensation was so faint, it was driving me crazy, frustrating me to no end. Then stupidly I announced my impending caged orgasm to him. My breathing sped up, my eyes squinted - then he pulled the plug. The vibrator halted its warm undulations. I looked up at him in shock as jets of hot cum spurted out of my caged cock. I couldn’t feel any of it. I just quivered, buckling over, taking my ruined orgasm like full fledged submissive faggot.
I needed that key - needed out of this cage - needed to stroke this ache out of my dick. I looked up at him, begging with worn out eyes.
“Good job”
“Please man, I gotta get out of this thing”
“Oh I’ll let you out - but let’s go get a drink first”
We walked to the bar - my tortured unfulfilled cock seeping cum into my undies. After a couple hours there we came home and he finally unlocked me.
The next time we met up, I wasn’t as lucky. He sat on my face and administered the vibrator to my locked cock himself while I ate ass. He could tell when I was close - my legs tensed up. I clenched the sheets. Cum started dribbling out just as he removed the massager (and my only hope of enjoying the orgasm). I twitched underneath him as my tortured manhood bucked against its confines spunking the sheets between my legs. He got off me and made me lick it up.
I did as he commanded. Lapping up my own cum with his fist planted firmly on the back of my head.
Later we headed to the door and I saw him grab his keys.
They looked light.
“Sorry man, left your key at home. I’ll try to remember it next time. See ya round”