Please note that the use of the term "boy" in this story refers to a male over the age of 21 who considers himself a submissive in an SM relationship.
I am currently locked in a chastity belt. The belt is all stainless steel. It keeps my cock pointing straight down at all times, making erection or ejaculation impossible. I have not touched my cock now for three years. How I have longed for that feeling, to feel a man's hand, whether its my own or my Master's wrapped around my meat, however, this is now foreign to me. Master is away on a business trip right now, so He hasn't locked the rear shield on. My ass is thankfully empty right now, for if Master were here, it would be stuffed. Sometimes it is a simple buttplug. Other times, I am forced to endure a 10" long dildo 2" wide, for however long Master deems necessary. How did I arrive in this predicament? Here is my story.
I met Master through an on-line service. He enthralled and captivated me, such that I quickly became His boy. I would do anything for Him and willingly obeyed all of His commands, except for one. You see, I like to jerk off, a lot. Before I met Master I would beat my meat several times a day. Under Master's direction, I was ordered not to touch my cock without permission. I truly did try to obey. Master would allow me release once a week, however, this was not good enough for me. Since Master works during the day leaving me at home to tend house, I figured I could jerk off without Him knowing. I underestimated my Master.
One summer weekend, Master took me to a large leather event. I had never travelled with Him before, and I felt honoured to be His boy, to be seen with Him, to have other boys drool over Him, knowing that I was His personal property. Master introduced me to a friend of His who makes custom items. He took some strange measurements of my body. It seemed Master was having a custom jock strap made for me. Little did I know...
At the end of the weekend, we attended a dungeon play party together. It was like a scene out of a medieval dungeon, with racks, stocks, crosses and lots of chains. I was in heaven. Master spread eagled me tightly between two columns with heavy iron chains and leather restraints. I then heard the "click, click, click" of a crank and felt my arms and legs slowly being pulled away from my body. I was now stretched tight. My cock grew harder, and I pleaded with Master to allow me release. Master then rolled a tv and vcr out in front of me and popped in a tape. When the image came up on the screen, my cock immediately shrunk as I watched myself jerking off, coming to climax in my hand, then greedily lapping up the evidence.
"Yes boy, I know what you've been up to. I've known for several months now. You see I have several hidden security cameras throughout the house. You have disappointed me greatly and now you will be punished."
My heart sunk as I felt the sting of His words. A crowd had now gathered around to witness my punishment.
"My motto boy is let the punishment fit the crime."
First I was severely whipped. This was like nothing I had experienced before, as lash after lash fell on my naked body. I think He covered every square inch of my torso, for my body felt like it was on fire.
Master's friend then appeared carrying what looked like a metal jock strap. It was a chastity belt. My legs were released from their bondage momentarily, as the waist band was slipped through my legs, then up over my hips. It was a tight fit. A metal tube was then slipped over my cock. The tube was pushed between my legs pointing my cock down. The front shield was engaged to the tube, locking it in place, and the whole thing was then locked to the waist band. Metal chains ran from between my legs up to either side of the waist belt, like a jockstrap leaving my ass exposed.
At first I was excited by this new form of bondage. My cock tried to get hard in its metal prison, but could only achieve about a half an erection. The frustration was delicious.
"You will never touch your cock again boy. In fact, you will never again know the feeling of a man's hand around your cock, not even from me."
I must admit that at the time these words excited me even further. I did not believe that He was serious...
My legs were reattached, spreadeagling my body once again. The next instrument of my punishment was brought out. It was a giant dildo mounted on some kind of hydraulic post. I had never seen anything so huge before. It was centered underneath me just below my ass. A button was pushed, and the dildo slowly started to raise up. I strained to keep it out of me, but eventually, it pushed inside. The pain was unbearable and I screamed, but still it kept on coming. Eventually it stopped with just the base just visible sticking out of my ass. I was effectively impaled. Even if I was not in bondage, I would not have been able to lift myself off the dildo. Another button was pushed, and the dildo started to vibrate, sending waves of pleasure through my body as it massaged my prostate. My imprisoned cock strained to get hard, but of course could not. At first I enjoyed this...
"Yes boy, enjoy this for now. After a few hours it won't be so enjoyable. Your mind will take over and demand an orgasm. Your body, however, will not be able to give you what you desire so much. Yes boy, enjoy. It is now 10:00 pm. The party is over at 8:00 am. You will hang there for everyon'e amusement until then."
Master then placed a red ball gag in my mouth, buckled it around my mouth, and left me. By midnight I was ready to come down from my bondage, and still the dildo vibrated. By 1:00 my cock began to hurt, pointed downward, semi hard, precum dripping,and still the dildo vibrated. By 2:00 I began to scream and beg into the gag for someone to release me, and still the dildo vibrated. Noone listened to me. Instead they watched with amused fascination, pointing at the metal prison encasing my crotch. At 3:00 I saw my Master standing in front of me smiling. I pleaded with him with my eyes.
"What's the matter boy? You got five more hours to go"
When Master finally came to release me, I fell to my knees, begging for forgiveness, hoping that he would remove the belt and allow me an orgasm. Of course this was not to be. My punishment was only beginning...
As I packed Master's bags for the trip home, He said nothing to me. I dared not speak without permission, however, I wondered when He would remove the belt for the trip through airport security. I wondered this all the way to the airport when I got my answer.
"Here's your ticket boy, see you at home".
We were not travelling together. While Master was taking a non-stop flight home, it seemed he had planned a different route home for me. My route took me through another airport. At the next airport I had to change terminals meaning I would have to pass through security twice. My first reaction was to just not go. Of course what was I thinking. I had no money, no clothes, just what I had on. I went to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, and tried to push the belt down off of me. I could not even get my hand between the steel waist band and the skin. It was a perfect fit. I banged on my steel prison, tears welling in my eyes, thinking that my bare fists could break through solid metal. Eventually I worked up the courage to leave the stall and head for security. Being a busy airport it was packed. I slipped through the metal detector. Of course, it beeped.
" Put your arms out Sir", as the young security officer scanned my body. As he passed the wand over my crotch, it beeped. "What's this?".
I didn't know what to say, "Uh, I'm wearing a metal brace, I can't remove it" as my face reddened, and the sweat started to bead on my forehead.
"Sir could you step aside please, we will need to examine this further."
I was led into an examination room, where I was asked to drop my pants. Needless to say, the security officer chuckled, looked at the belt, and let me go on my way. Perhaps he had already seen other individuals wearing the same devices. I just barely made the flight.
As the plane took off, I sunk back in the seat thankful to get some rest, anticipating my next trip through security hoping it would be as easy. It was not. Again I was led to a private room. Dropping my pants, the security officer examined the belt carefully. "What was he looking for", I thought, "a bomb?" He paid particularly close attention to the two locks.
"And you can't remove this for what reason?"
"Where are your bags?"
"And why are you wearing this?"
"Who has the key?"
"Why isn't He travelling with you?"
Too many questions I didn't want to answer. Finally I just blurted out, "Look its a chastity belt alright, it's locked on me to prevent me from masturbating. Didn't you know its a sin?"
To which the security officer replied,"Yes homosexuality is also a sin. Alright you can go".
Thankfully I left for my flight. As I sat on the plane I hoped I would never have to fly again.
When I arrived home, Master was waiting for me at the gate, with a big smile on His face.
"Enjoy your trip boy?"
I often wonder what would have happened to me had I not been on the flight.
It was good to finally be home. Master and I settled back into our regular routine with the exception that I now wore the chastity belt permanently. Master also fitted the belt with a rear shield that went up the crack of my ass and held either a dildo or a buttplug in place. I was allowed ten minutes a day for bodily functions. If I did not perform, the shield went back on anyway. I would have to wait until the next day.
The only other times the rear shield came off was when Master wanted to work my ass. This included his cock, ever increasing dildos, and eventually his fist. My own cock remained in its prison during this time, as Master massaged and worked my prostate, driving me to frustration. There were many times when I thought I would go mad with lust, begging for an orgasm I knew I would not be allowed.
He still subjected me to the vibrating dildo, but he had added a devilish new twist. The dildo was able to move up and down at varying speeds. It was a fucking machine. The first time I was subjected to the machine, Master left me on it for eight hours. This torture was usually reserved for when he had guests to the house. He often thinks of me as a work of art, to be displayed for other people's pleasure. I call these things tortures now because of the imprisonment of my cock. If I were able to come, I would find these things pleasureable. Now they only serve to torment and remind me of the fact that I have not had an orgasm or seen or touched my cock for almost a year now.
On the one year anniversary of my belting, Master said He had a special surprise for me. I was taken to the dungeon and secured spreadeagled on my back to the rack. The cranks attached to my arms were turned stretching me taunt. Master pulled out the key and unlocked the belt. I could not believe it. For the first time in one year, my cock was free. I looked at it, admiring it, like it was a foreign object. It immediately got hard and I thanked Master profusely for this privilege.
"Well boy, you've been good all year. So tonight you may get the chance to orgasm."
Without touching my cock, Master placed a vacuum pump on my rock hard cock. He was going to milk me.
"Like I said to you one year ago, you will never feel your own hand, or any other man's around your cock again. You've got ten minutes to come. If not, tough luck the belt goes on for another year."
My heart sank as I heard these words, for I've always needed the stimulation of a hand to come. Yet I was determined. I had pent up lust and frustration for one year to account for. Master turned on the vacuum pump and it began to work on my cock. The pleasure was fantastic. I realized that any stimulation to my cock was wonderful. As the waves of pleasure rocked through my body, I started to get close. I started to moan as I felt a climax coming...
"Times up boy". The vacuum pump was turned off and removed from my dick. Precum still dripped from my rock hard cock. I screamed in frustration, bucking my hips into the air, cursing my Master for subjecting me to this, begging for just one more minute, a few more seconds, anything to feel the pleasure of sexual release. Master just gave me that amused smile that said, "Tough shit."
A bucket of ice water was poured over my cock. The shock was incredible and had the desired effect of making me go soft. The belt was then locked back on again.
"Well boy, maybe next year."
It has been three years now. During that time I have not been able to achieve an orgasm in the required time. Every year I hope and I pray that one day I will find release. My life is a living hell now. I love every minute of it...
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