I’m glad I found this site because finally I am able to freely (anonymously) tell my story. I am a 45 year old farmer outside the U.S.A. so please excuse my English.
I have been living with my Master Bill (not real name) for the last 11 years almost continuously. I was married to a woman for 10 years an and we conceived 3 children whom I have not seen since I chose to be my Master’s disciple 7 years ago. I have been wearing a chastity device for almost the same period of time. I don’t think details of my physical profile are of your interest, so I will skip that. All I think I can say is that I am a healthy 45 year old Caucasian male, tall, hairy, in shape and people think I look a lot younger. My Master Bill is 21 years older, also Caucasian, in shape also and a foot shorter then me.
We have shared 11 years of our lives and what used to be my farm and now belongs to him. Besides ranch work, which I do everyday, I also write (in Spanish, my maternal language) but all my writings, except this one (I hope) are in the hard disk of my Master’s PC (some in secret disks, like this one, so he won’t read them) because I haven’t been able to get anything published. My other hobbies are reading political essays and classic literature, or whatever is allowed to pass by my eyes; my garden and my dogs are also my passion. We live in a tropical area 5 hours away from the closest city. This farm I inherited from my father 25 years ago and have been living here for the last 21 years.
But 7 years ago I signed the titles on behalf of Master Bill. My contact with the outside world was limited to TV, commercial relationships and phone calls to my late mother, who passed away 2 years ago until Master Bill decided to allow me this Internet connection. But I guess I am going somewhere else with this story since the concern here are chastity devices and forced chastity, aren’t them?.
When I decided to leave my wife and kids because Bill arrived into my life, I was somehow an immature 33 year old male. The first year we had a very romantic adventure, great sex although he always, from the start, kept this Daddy attitude and me, that of a son in desperate need of a father. But we shared ranch work, home duties, etc. After the first year of “marriage” passed by, and our sex life became a routine, I began feeling the need to meet someone else and get as much sex as I could, so I found excuses all the time to go to the city and spend the night there.
Some times Bill came also, so he soon found out what I was doing when visiting bars alone. One night he came into our bedroom lost in rage and anger and woke me up from what used to be our bed. I can’t remember all the things he told me, and the times he slapped my face with his hand, or hit my body with his fist. I couldn’t stand my indignation and left the farm that same night, in pain.
But to make this story shorter, a few days after, news came that Bill has had a severe, almost fatal, heart stroke and that he was in a coma in a hospital. I took care of him for the next 3 months but neither of us was comfortable with the relationship anymore. I found a teen-age boy to take care of him (who later shared his bed also) and I left the farm again. I went to the capital city and found a job. Over a 2 year period, my life went from bad to worse and I was leading this vicious existence of sex, drugs, alcohol, prostitution and spent most of my days sleeping and most of my nights out looking for heroin.
When I reached the bottom, I looked for my wife and kids again and they gave me shelter, but after a couple of weeks I knew I was making their lives miserable. Then I tried living with my mother, but the same thing, so she put me in a rehab clinic but I escaped. Then suicide came to my thoughts and had to spend a week in a hospital recovering from a heroin over-dose and back to the rehab clinic. One day, I was at the clinic’s garden when I saw Bill walking in. He was no longer living with the nurse boy and he thought they kept me depressed in that clinic and took me back to his farm. This was 7 years ago.
Now I swear I will go straight to the point: chastity.
From then on, I had to call him Master Bill and I had to do as he said. Since the heart stroke, he had given up smoking and red meats. The house looked completely different, a lot cleaner and he had several people helping him with the ranch work since he couldn’t do it anymore. “You need an addictions-free existence” he told me once we got home.
I was 37 and felt awful. I won’t go into details here, but the first months in that house were hell itself. I was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt all the time (like now, only I switched from jeans to looser trousers), sleeping on the floor next to Master Bill’s bed, a vegetarian diet, only fresh water. Fruit juices, no sugar, allowed only on week-ends. To bed at 8pm, up at 5am among so many other things. And of course: no way to get drugs, alcohol or cigarettes unless I walked a 10 mile distance to the closest town.
When I was feeling better, one night I tried to seduce Master Bill and he immediately jumped out of his couch and told me that sex was one of the addictions I had to get rid of. He forbid me to have sex and, although I had been masturbating for some time now. He knew this, but somehow he let me do it until one night I was watching a movie and began playing with my penis. Master Bill caught me enjoying myself and began hitting me with a stick because I wasn’t supposed to do that. He forbid me to touch my penis for pleasurable reasons anymore and he became a real anti-sex monster from that day on. He kept spying on me, he did not allow me to be alone much time and although I had my chances to masturbate, these were really rare. He hardly leaves the house so I had to enjoy myself either outdoors, while working and nobody was around, or at night when he was snoring.
Due to some credits with the bank, he decided that I had to sign the land titles to his property while he is alive and I began earning a salary, partly paid with commodities such as jeans and white T-shirts, books, etc. I also signed a contract on which I became his property, as the land and cattle. If it wasn’t because I was convinced that he was doing all this for my own good, I would had escaped the farm once more. But I was afraid of the outside world. I had been living in bondage and slavery for almost a year now but somehow I felt cozy that way. I felt protected, safe.
But temptation is always around the corner and one day this very good looking man came to work with us. Master Bill hired him and one night he invited me a cigarette. He began touching himself and scratching his balls and that aroused me. But omnipresent Master Bill caught us masturbating together and smoking in the dark and I was hard beaten, leashed to the bed’s foot and without food and/or water for 24 hours. The man ran away from the farm immediately. It was then when Master Bill took out of his closet something he had ordered by mail: a chastity belt.
He told me very patiently and somehow in a fatherly manner that I had made him do it and he locked my genitals in there. It was a device made of metal, with a leather inside cover and consisted basically of a belt, a metal pad as a jock and a metal strip that passed between my legs and ass crack. First I thought it was something really erotic but as he tied it and locked it up I felt my penis and testicles crushing under the metal pad pressed to my belly, I felt I was in hell.
My first question: How am I going to pee and empty my bowels? Master Bill had a solution for that, of course: “I will be there each time you have to go”. Well, obviously, he had the keys!. After a week I began having all sorts of sores on my hips, waist, groins and the worse: my ass crack. My daily ranch work became a torture with the chastity belt on but of course that was part of the punishment and cure, and I guess it worked because I did not have impure thoughts for a long time.
A piece of raw sheep wool that Master Bill cut in the shape of the belt eased the pain and helped heal the sores which kept bleeding. I was allow to go to the bathroom only once a day, plus shower time and Master Bill was there all the time, checking that I cleaned my genitals real well without over touching them “in a different way”. So I had to learn to watch my water intakes and learned to control my bladder. Very few times I wetted my pants while working out in the ranch. I wore this metal device for 3 months.
Then Master Bill ran out of patience because he had to be me next to me all the time I wen to the bathroom. Very few times he allowed me to be without the belt by myself, but playing with my penis did not even crossed my mind. I never tried evacuating my guts with the belt on. One day I picked up at the post office a parcel and I knew it was a new chastity belt. I drove Master Bill’s pick-up truck back to the farm all excited so Master Bill could open the package and hoping it would be something more comfortable.
It was: a leather pouch with leather strings and two locks (one on each side). I tried it on and we both were very happy that it fit just right and it felt so good. The pouch was made of leather bands crossed and that allowed some ventilation of my genitals for which I was grateful to Master Bill. My first day was so comfortable although a funny, unnatural bulge grew between my legs and Master Bill thought some people might get aroused with that. I had been exercising ever since my cure began so I was (am) in a very good shape so that gives him some funny thoughts about others looking at me.
Troubles began when Master Bill found out that the leather bands that made the pouch got loose and floppy with my body’s heat and my genitals’ humidity so that allowed my penis to have certain amount of free space for erections to happen and I could rub it over the leather. One hot day I was scratching my genitals because sweat made it itchy and He thought I was caressing them and getting aroused. I was beaten again for the first time in 4 months. I swore it was itching be he did not believe me and took the belt off, brought a knife from the kitchen and told me he was going to castrate me as I castrate the steers. I really thought he was going to do it so I just closed my eyes and waited.
He instead put the metal belt back around my waist and over my balls and penis and, oh my God!, inside my ass crack. That feeling of having a razor blade between my ass cheeks I will never forget. That night, as we were praying before bed time, he cried and begged me not to touch myself again that way or he was going to have to do what he was about to do that afternoon. We hugged and I promised although it was only itchy down there.
I wore the metal belt for another couple of months. And again, picked up a parcel at the post office which contained a metal tube with a small hand-cuff shaped device attached to it. The hand-cuff closes real tight at the base of my genitals and is locked there. There’s no way I can pass my voluminous balls and penis through that hand-scuff unless I cut them. My penis fits perfectly inside the metal pipe and I can’t touch it unless I slip the tip of my finger inside and… guess what? I can pee without taking it off! But most of all, my balls, which are big, hang free.
That was a glorious day for me and somehow also to Master Bill. He began buying me looser trousers because the metal pipe around my penis made me look like I had a huge tool under those jeans !!! Master Bill takes it off every two days so I can wash my shaft and foreskin throughoutfully. The metal pipe does not allow me to have big erections. Once it starts growing, the pressure of the metal makes it drain the blood out of my penis again. But most of all: I stay away from any source of sexual arousal such as some pages on the Internet, movies, sexy actors, etc.
I have been wearing my chastity pipe for more than 5 years now. Master Bill buys a new one every year or so at a store in Berlin (still by mail). The only full erection I have had for the last 7 years is when I had to go to the urologist (Master Bill present) and doctor had to inject me something to provoke an erection and do an ultrasound of my hard penis. It was so painful and unpleasant. The erection lasted 4 hours and I was in total pain. Master Bill had to bring so much ice to the hotel room to bring it down. Doctor said I could bring it down with sexual intercourse or masturbation, but Master Bill wouldn’t allow that so he rather brought it down with ice.
Doctor asked why I had such a callous skin on the base of my genitals and I said that it has been like that all my life. The he asked me if I had normal erections and I said “yes”. After 7 years of a sexless life, I have been very happy and I thank Master Bill for helping me get to where I am right now. He’s getting old but I’m sleeping next to him, on the floor, except when he has a sexual partner for the evening . About a year ago he offered me my own bedroom and my own bed, but I can’t stand mattresses anymore (I really can’t) and don’t feel save at night if he’s not snoring next to me.
Besides: the other option (instead of my own room and bed) was this PC and this Internet connection which someday will allow me to publish my writings (and some books that he bought for me). We have been talking about physical or chemical castration but somehow I like this pipe around my penis. It’s already a part of my body. I forgot what ejaculation means and erections are painful so I don’t think I could have one anymore even if I take my chastity device off.
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