A Fantasy Scenario

Fact:

I have built a chastity device which is pretty secure, thanks to continuously adjusting it as needed to prevent my balls from slipping out. It is similar to Remy’s Tube, with a u-shaped ring behind my testicles, a tube containing my penis with a slot which fits over the ends of the ring, where a lock secures it. I made the tube from two pieces of 1" interior diameter PVC pipe: a 45 degree elbow and a rounded end cap. I drilled a hole about the size of a pencil through the end cap to be able to urinate, cut a notch for the ring ends to fit through, and superglued the pieces together. After sanding the outside edges, I painted it gold. After all, it is the "family jewels," right?

Anyway, within the last week, I have worn it continuously for three days and nights. After a short period out of it, I locked myself in it, and spent another night. I am wearing it now. I discovered that I can come with it on, but only after a lot of stimulation, usually with the big massager. In this respect, it may not be considered a true chastity, but it does significantly restrict my ability to gratify myself. For example, I can feel my dick straining some against its prison as I type this. Mornings are painful, as both dick and balls strain mightily (and futilely, I might add) against the unyielding contraption. I pour cold water over my balls until I am able to urinate, which relieves the pressure. It is especially intense!

You may wonder how I enforce my self-imposed chastity. The only two keys to the lock are each frozen inside large gallon jugs in the freezer in the garage. Once locked on, even if I remove a jug, it will be six or seven hours before the ice melts enough to pull the key out. This isn’t as severe as mailing the keys to myself, but that might raise my wife’s suspicions.

How has this escaped the wife ("Honey") so far? Well, thanks to a recent operation which has her healing (with stitches) in a place that no one sees but me (and my unchastized penis), we haven’t had sex in a good long while. Not that we were screwing like rabbits, but we haven’t "done it" in what, to me, seems ages. Her libido is much lower than mine. Or maybe I’m just a bigger pervert. Whatever. At any rate, it is possible for me to sleep next to her, wearing only loose athletic boxer shorts, without her knowing. I’m pretty sure if she found out, she wouldn’t ignore it. Which brings me to this thought: what if she finds out?

I envision several scenarios, such as her forcing me to get rid of all my perverted items, a bitter argument which could result in separation or even divorce, feigned indifference to it and by extension, to me, as well. All these scenarios are ones I’d like to avoid, in order to keep our marriage intact. I suppose there are worse things. What follows is a fantasy scenario, which, if I keep skating close to the edge with this chastity thing, could come true!

Fantasy:

Well, she found out. How is irrelevant. Did she find me at the computer, where I was immersed in Altairboy’s site? Did I forget to erase my tracks and she found out while surfing the ‘net? Or did she see it on me as I stepped out of the shower, not knowing she was there? Did she feel it on me, as she playfully groped my privates? This is what followed the discovery.

First there was surprise.

"What’s this?" she asked, with a stern and concerned look on her face.

"Ah..it’s...uh..a penis chastity." I stammered.

"What?!?" Now she was starting to get pissed.

"It encases my penis and prevents me from getting an erection. When it’s locked on, as it is now, I can’t touch my dick." There, the secret was out. I was not relieved, exactly, but at least I would no longer have to hide it from her.

"Why?"

"Well, it’s a bit of an erotic thrill, and..uh..you know...lately, we ...ah..haven’t-"

"Don’t give me any excuses, you pervert! You just don’t want to have sex anymore, do you? Is there another woman?!?" She was almost in tears in her anger.

"Please, honey, that’s not it, at all!! I do love you, but I just need, ...well, I just want more from our sex life."

There was more of that, back and forth, her being alternately angry and tearful, for the next hour or two. She gave me the silent treatment, of course, and I slept on the couch for the next two nights. Finally, she sat me down to talk, and I went to great lengths to reassure her that she was the only woman in my life. Of course, she correctly suspected an involvement of some kind online, but more in the nature of an online romance. When I finally convinced her that it was not a relationship with another woman and did not threaten her in the way an illicit affair would, she then started asking questions.

"Did you make this yourself? Where did you get the idea?" she wanted to know.

I told her about Altairboy’s site about chastity belts. We went to the computer, where I logged on and entered his site. She was initially sickened by the "perversions," but as she read, she became intensely interested.

"Leave me." She turned to me and very seriously told me to shut the door and not disturb her. She had a lot to absorb, and she most definitely did not want me present. I walked out, shut the door, and left her to discover what had become a no-longer-secret obsession of mine. I went to bed alone, and did not see her until I woke up the next morning. I don’t know how long she stayed at the computer, but she would periodically spend a few hours a day for the next week. My internet privileges had been revoked.

One day she approached me, much calmer and, I presume, in a more forgiving mood. She even smiled and kissed me. I incorrectly assumed all was forgiven.

"Sweety, do you still have that chastity device?" she asked.

"Yes, honey. Why do you ask?" I had not worn it since the discovery, and figured she was now about to make me get rid of it.

"Go get it, please," she said, sweetly, but it was a command, not a request.

After I retrieved it and handed it to her, she asked me how it worked, and could I put it on for her to show her. I dropped my pants and underwear, stuck my penis into the tube and pulled the ring around my balls to bring the ends up through the notch.

"Do you want me to lock it?" I asked. I wasn’t concerned, because even if she took the key, I knew where a spare was, and could open it later.

"NO. I’LL LOCK IT FOR YOU!" she forcefully said. With that, she produced a padlock, bigger and stronger than the tiny brass lock I had used, and, with a fair amount of effort, locked it on my penis prison. I was effectively chastised, more securely than I had thought, due to the larger lock.

"Now, SWEETHEART, see if you can get out of that without using the key!" she commanded, and turned on her heel and shut the bedroom door. I struggled with it, but to no avail, as I had spent hours adjusting the device until I could not pull my balls through and remove it. After about an hour, I finally gave up and timidly knocked on the bedroom door.

"Honey? Are you mad at me? Please forgive me! If you’ll give me the key I’ll take it off and throw it away. I’m sorry!" I begged and pleaded with her for about ten minutes. Abruptly, she opened the door. She had a strange look on her face.

"I’m about to give you a choice. Listen carefully!" she commanded. "If I give you the key, you’ll probably just go on back to doing whatever it was you were doing before. I don’t think I can handle that. In fact, that would probably mean that we separate and go our own way. I don’t know about divorce. I’m just too confused right now. I do know that this would probably mean the end of our relationship."

Right about now I was just about crying as what she was saying began to sink in. However, what she said next blew me away.

"This is your other choice. I keep the key, and let you out only when I want you out. I may want sex from you, or maybe not. At any rate, the key is hidden, and only I get to use it. From now on, that penis belongs to me, as it should have always belonged to me. You can be sure I’ll make sure that I will control your sex life from now on.

"Now, which choice do you want to make?" She looked at me with eyes on fire, and I remember seeing that look when we were newlyweds. My mind was a jumbled mix of lust, confusion, fear, sorrow, and emotions I couldn’t identify.

"Ah..uh...I don’t want to lose you! I love you!" I finally pleaded.

"Okay, second choice it is! For the next week or two, you must prove you love me. When I believe that you are desperate enough to do anything I ask, no matter what - no, don’t tell me now, I won’t believe it - then I will let you out of that cock cage, but on my terms!" She crossed her arms and stood there, silently, waiting for my response.

"Okay...Uh...does that mean I have to leave this thing on me?" Gosh, was I stupid.

With a wicked grin, she reached up with both hands to pull my face to within inches of hers.

"Sweetheart, you know the answer to that." She kissed me, passionately, tongue probing into my mouth, her body pressed to mine. I responded as only a long-lost lover could. It was soon apparent, however, that there was a limit to how far I could take this. In no time at all my cock was straining against its confining tube, and my balls ached to be free. Actually, they were more or less free, but the reason for their being was locked away, unable to do what I yearned so desperately for it to do.

Starting right there and then, I realized that there was a big difference between the "enforced" chastity regimen that I had been playing with and this new situation. Within the next two weeks, I would have that point driven home with increasing intensity.

I couldn’t do enough to please her. Wash dishes, clean house, cook dinner, wait on her hand and foot.... You can imagine the rest. She re-discovered the romantic lover she had said "I do" to, whereas I newly discovered a vixen that only now rose to the surface. For example, her plain cotton nightshifts had disappeared, to be replaced by silky, satin lingerie, accentuating every feminine charm. At bedtime, she couldn’t keep her hands off me, massaging my chest, tweaking my nipples, alternately spanking and probing my ass, running her fingers through my hair, and so on. We rediscovered the fine art of kissing. I discovered the new art of cunnilingus. Over the next month I would become good enough to bring her to violent orgasms several times per session.

On a Saturday night, about two weeks after the infernal device had been locked on me, she took our daughter to spend the night at a friend’s house. Before she left, she told me how she expected to find me on her return. As soon as she left, I eagerly began following her instructions. Her parting words to me were enigmatic: "Dearest, I know it’s been ‘hard’ on you (giggle) these past two weeks, but I do believe you are desperate for sex by now. Again, I give you two choices. Choice One is simply to be naked on the bed when I return. I will unlock you long enough to masturbate to climax, and then you go back into the chastity tube. Choice Two, if you dare to do it, will be a point of no return, but it will be the most intense sexual experience of your life, with more to follow. I’ll give you a hint: get the video camera ready! So I’ll know which one it is, tape a card with a ‘1’ or a ‘2’ on the front door before I get back. If you choose ‘2,’ start following the instructions I have left for you under your pillow."

With that remark and a sly wink, she left.

It was no contest, really. She had sexually tortured me during the last two weeks with so much teasing (and so much denial) that I immediately scrawled a big ‘2’ on a 3x5 card on the door. I grabbed the camera, inserted a blank tape, and set it up on a tripod in our bedroom. Reaching under the pillow, I read the letter.

"Dearest, I do still love you, you know. But you must make amends for the initial hurt you made me feel when I found out about your sexual fantasies. I have fantasies, too. Tonight, you will live one for me. Get out our toy bag from the closet. (We had, over the course of a few years, acquired or made a fair amount of bondage equipment, including handcuffs, rope, chains, padlocks, gag, and blindfold, and other odds and ends.) When I return, I want to see you naked, bound to the chair (she had placed one of the dining room chairs, the one with the missing back piece, at the foot of our bed), gagged, blindolded, your hands cuffed behind you. Look at the drawing. Don’t you dare leave the keys where you can reach them."

She had, indeed, sketched what would be me in a few minutes. I noticed that this position would have my head poking out the back, my chest resting on the seat, my knees strapped to the front legs, and my ass exposed. I expected a spanking, as this was the perfect position for it. Well, I guess I deserved it. I got busy.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve myself (I expected a l o n g night), I tied my knees and thighs to the front legs of the chair, bent over, pushed my hands, arms, then my head through the back, then chained my torso to the chair, padlocking the ends under the chair. I was now committed, for I already could not reach the padlock key. Oh, well, in for a penny, in for a pound. When the padlock clicked shut, I could feel my imprisoned penis try vainly to bust out of prison. I was getting turned on, but unable to get off. Next was rope, which would help immoblise my upper arms. I tried as best I could, but it was difficult to tie where I couldn’t reach. I picked up the gag, a big red ball with a strap to connect behind my head. I stuck it in my mouth, filling it. I could still breathe, but the ball prevented me from making any sound beyond a pitiful "hmmph." Noting where the handcuffs were, along with a padlock for securing them to my torso chain, I tied the black bandanna we used for a blindfold over a pair of painted over swim goggles. I could no longer speak or see. Within half a minute, I couldn’t use my hands, either.

So there I was, exactly as per her instructions, bound, gagged, blindfolded, handcuffed and chained to a chair in a bent-over "doggie" position, waiting for her return. I had hurried, as I knew that the daughter’s friend did not live very far away at all. But it seemed like an eternity, bound as I was. I could not see the clock to determine how long she had been gone, but I knew it was at least an hour longer than I had expected. Initially, the thrill of my position and circumstances kept my dick at a constant state of arousal, pressing tightly against the chastity device. As time wore on, and my muscles began to get tired and achy, I knew that I was limp once more. I could squirm a little to shift position, but I was well-secured. Now my whole body was as imprisoned as my poor cock.

Suddenly, the front door opened. I could hear my wife laughing. OH MY GOD! Someone was with her! Two someones, to be exact, and they were both male. I instantly tensed, trying desperately to extricate myself from this oh-so-embarrassing predicament. Fat chance. Didn’t the last hour teach me anything? I could sense them, all three of them, standing beside me.

"Isn’t he something?" I heard my wife ask gleefully. "I have a naked slave boy, helpless, in my bedroom! My, oh my, what should I do with him?"

"Oooh, he’s adorable!" said one of the men, whom I would know as Jack.

"Just like a wrapped present!" said the other, whom I would call Jock.

From the sound of their voices, I wondered if they were gay. I didn’t have to wonder long.

"Sweetheart, while the boys are undressing - ohmigod, they are such studs - let me tell you my fantasy! I’ve always wanted to watch men fucking and sucking each other! I know these two fellas; they’re gay - they live together - and I just couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste! But there’s a twist! Instead of them doing each other, I want them to do you! Yes! After they get you all warmed up, you’re going to have two cocks, one in your mouth and one in your virgin ass! And I’m getting it all on tape! I’m so wet already...hey, I think I’ll get naked, too!"

I could hear her stripping, then I could the unmistakable whirring of the camera, as the tape was rolling, catching every humiliating moment. I soon felt two pairs of hands caressing my body, stroking, patting, rubbing every square inch. With one exception, of course - my genitals. I was not touched there, not even on my exposed balls. I could feel hands on my tube, but only briefly. Jock whispered in my ear that he had put a condom over my tube, to see if I could come. He giggled as he tongued my ear. Meanwhile, Jack was massaging my ass, with the occasional spank. He hit harder than Honey did, but I had to take it. I could feel his fingers probing inside my rectum, greasing me up. The sensations were both exhilarating and terrifying. First one finger, then two, then three probed and twisted, trying to relax my scared sphincter. I squirmed in my bonds, my wrists rubbing the cold metal that held them. I couldn’t move my legs, as I had wanted to close them up to keep away the persistent intrusions in my anus.

My attention was suddenly drawn to my face, as my gag was removed. No sooner had I sucked in my first breath of air than Jock kissed me full on the lips, sticking his tongue into all the recesses of my mouth. I was now a basket case, trembling all over. I could hear my wife oohing and aahing in the background, and I could guess what she was doing. (It only takes one hand to work the camera.)

Finally, the moment of truth! My blindfold was snatched off, and I was suddenly staring at the biggest dick I had ever seen! Of course, it was only about two inches away from my face. Jock moved it closer, brushing it back and forth, across my eyes, nose, chin, and, finally, my lips. Knowing what I would have to do, I tentatively opened my mouth and reached with my tongue for the head.

"Oh, Jock, he wants it! Give it to him!" Honey breathlessly commanded.

"Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it, suck me, lick me!" Jock ordered.

I did just that. I strained hard to get at his dick. (I surprised myself with my desire. I mean, I’m not gay...am I?) I couldn’t believe I was doing this! Of course, tied, chained, and handcuffed, as I was - by my own hand, even! - I had no choice. The head was soft and velvety, the shaft a different texture. I licked underneath, where I knew he’d be more sensitive and where I always liked it. In fact, I tried to suck dick the way I liked my dick sucked. It wouldn’t surprise me, now, to find that I was a better cocksucker on my first try than I would become in a dozen efforts at cunnilingus. Jock positioned himself in various ways so I could lick the shaft, nibble and suck his balls, and generally lose myself in paying homage to my first cock.

I soon received my second cock. For while Jock was totally absorbing my attention on the manmeat in my throat (he was now fucking my face with steady in-and-out thrusts), Jack decided that my ass was ready. I could feel the head of his dick against my anus, as he gripped my ass cheeks, spread them wide, and slowly, gently, but forcefully, pushed into me. I must have been as relaxed as I was going to get at this point, because, although there was pain, it began to subside as I totally submitted myself to this whole experience. Once the head passed my sphincter, Jack paused to let me adjust, then began pressing into me. Within a few seconds, he began slowly pulling out and pushing in, just barely keeping the head in my ass on the outstroke and plunging in to the base on the instroke. Like a piston of a large engine, he kept up this deep stroking for several minutes. My ass was getting reamed; I felt like I was being ripped open. It began to hurt less, oddly, as Jack continued his stroking, and began to become even pleasurable.

Meanwhile, Jock kept up his frontal assault on my mouth, jamming his dick in so I was deep-throating him. Just before I felt I would choke to death, he started pulling out, then quickly began thrusting in short, rapid strokes. The Jack-in-my-ass did the same. Soon, both were coming. I tasted the salty, sticky sperm at one end and could feel the jerking flow at the other. I had to take it. Jock held my head on his pulsing member, forcing me to swallow or choke. Jack grabbed my ass cheeks tightly as he emptied himself into my sloppy hole. As the last of their release went down my gullet or into my guts, and they both lost their erections, they each slid out of me and stood up, patting my face and butt. I gasped for breath.

Strangely, my ass had an "empty" feeling. And, although I didn’t actually need a dick in my mouth, I realized that it had, at some level, fulfilled (pardon the pun) a sexual requirement. I had never thought of myself as gay, although I had wondered, at times, about man-to-man sex, what it would be like, how I would respond. I rationalized later that I had been forcibly raped, without a choice, and that this in no way threatened my manhood.....

I suppose, with enough thought, one can rationalize anything.

Humbled beyond belief, I trembled in my bent-over, shackled position, gasping for breath, cum and lube dripping from my ravaged ass.

"Not too bad for a first-time cocksucker, dude!"

"Hey, lady, your ol’ man’s a pretty good fuck!"

I had never been "complimented" quite like that, before. As I pondered what would happen next, I could hear my wife’s breathy, husky voice. From the way she was talking, I guessed she’d frigged herself into an orgasm while watching.

"Boys, you did great! I’ve had this fantasy for years and now it’s finally come true!" she squealed with delight. "Thank you both for coming!" They all laughed.

"You know," said Jock, "it’s a shame your hubby couldn’t come with us!"

They laughed again.

"Hey, I’m not so sure," said Jack. "Why don’t we check that rubber we put on his chastity tube?"

This had to be a cruel joke. I hadn’t felt anything. Well, I had felt a lot of things, but I did not remember the familiar feeling of an orgasmic climax. I mean, I should know, right?

"Hey, look at this!" my wife exclaimed. I could feel her hands pulling the rubber off my encased cock, a cock which had not felt anything but the hard confines of the PVC pipe it had known for the last two weeks. She squatted in front of me, dangling the condom from her hand. I looked in horror. The rubber was definitely not empty! Had I peed? I had gotten that urge as Jack began drilling my behind. Maybe that’s it.

"I bet you think that’s not cum, don’t you, darling? Well, I’ve been doing some reading on that chastity website, and I saw that it’s possible to "milk" a man with enough pressure and massaging the prostate. I’d say you got a lot of that, tonight, didn’t you, dear?" She grinned as she brought the condom close to my lips.

"Taste it!" she commanded. She peeled it back and shoved it into my mouth, making me lick the contents. It was cum, alright! I should know, I had just had some a few minutes before. How in the world had that happened? I, too, had read about just that procedure on Altairboy’s site, but had not really believed that a man could come and not feel anything! At least she hadn’t used the ice technique!

I started to beg her to release me, but had no sooner gotten my mouth open than she shoved the ball gag back into it, buckling it behind my head. Then she knelt close to me, her face inches from mine.

"Dearest, I don’t think it’s fair that you came without an orgasm, do you?" she sweetly asked.

I shook my head to mean that I agreed - it wasn’t fair.

"Oh, you mean, no, you do think it’s fair, or no, you don’t agree?"

Oh, shit! I couldn’t tell her what I meant, and I had no idea as to whether to nod yes or no! In terrible, agonized confusion, I just stared at her.

"Oh, dear, you look so pitiful. You can’t decide, can you? Well, I’ll just have to decide for you. Since you’ve already come tonight, there’s no reason to unlock you, but at least I will release you from your bondage. She kissed my ball gag, then got up, moved behind me, reached under me, and gave my balls a gentle squeeze. I now realized there was more than one way to be fucked.

"Okay boys, I know you have to be going, but I sooo thoroughly enjoyed it! Maybe you can come over again, sometime!"

They put on their clothes and each gave me a smack on the butt as they said goodbye and walked out the door. I had never even seen their faces.

"Now, dear, that we’re all alone, I’ll let you loose. No, not from your chastity, I still think you need that for a while. Before I get you out of that position, I want you to know several things:

"One - I own your penis, now. I will decide when I want to use it.

"Two - I gave the videotape to the two gentlemen you were so kind to pleasure tonight. That will be my insurance of your fidelity, and that you will obey my wishes regarding your sex life.

"Three - starting tomorrow, I will draw up a contract to determine what you need to do on a weekly basis to earn freedom for your cock. I know you will work hard for that, won’t you, dear?

"Four - We start saving for a chastity belt that is more permanently secure, say, from Access Denied. When it arrives, you will wear it.

"Five - I can’t think of anything else right now, but I’m sure I will."

I shuddered to think of what else she could think of.

She continued. "Here are the keys." She placed them in my handcuffed hands. "They’ll unlock the handcuffs and the padlock under the chair, but not the chastity. I’m going to bed now, and you may join me. Since you’ve been so good tonight, I’ll massage those aching muscles. I know you’re exhausted. I do love you, you know. And I just love the way you have now given me so much control over our love life. You must love me very much. I’ll try to be the mistress of your dreams! Remember, as soon as you free yourself, come to bed for a full-body massage!"

I pondered what she had said...what had I gotten myself into?

"Of course, if you should drop the keys, you’ll just have to stay there until morning." With that last statement, she walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Did she think I would dare drop those keys? How clumsy did she think I was, anyway?

I am such a klutz........

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