Jacob's Little White Lie

Let me introduce myself. My name is Jacob, I'm 24 and I live alone in a small apartment on the east side of town. I also have a metal chastity belt padlocked around my hips preventing access to my own penis of which I do NOT have the key to, but I'll get to that later.

My story begins as most do, I suppose, with my hobby. Masturbation has always been one of my favorite pastimes and was even the reason for the breakup of my last relationship. Now don't get me wrong, our sex life was extraordinary, but when Jeanette found out about my "hobby" she got very, very offended. I couldn't say much to prevent her from breaking up with me, and I didn't try to make any excuses about my habits. No matter how I tried to explain that it was a normal thing for guys to do even when they were seeing someone, she still took it the wrong way and left me. I didn't mind, really; there were many, many more women to choose from.

Being single again afforded me plenty of time to masturbate whenever I wanted. Some days I didn't even bother to get dressed, staying in my apartment and jacking off in front of the computer as I surfed all kinds of erotic sites each night. It wasn't long before I came across a picture of a woman in a chastity belt, and right next to her was a guy wearing one also...? I had heard of chastity belts before, sure. But for men? This was something new and interesting. Why would a guy even need a chastity belt? I read on and began to understand the concept of fidelity assurance and masturbation prevention.

In short order I was browsing through the volumes of information on Altairboy's web site and feeling a strange new sensation enter my thoughts; what if I wasn't able to jack off whenever I wanted to? What if a strip of metal or a little plastic tube kept me from masturbating whenever I felt like it? Would I throw away one of the keys? Would I leave one of them at work so I couldn't masturbate except in the restroom during my lunch break?

After reading all the great contributions on Altairboy's site I broke down and purchased a German-made chastity belt with a large chunk of my savings. I worked in the mailroom of an office complex so I wasn't rich, but I wanted something that was a little more manly than a little plastic toy I could break off whenever the urge overcame me.

In a few weeks it arrived in the mail, which was probably a good thing since my masturbation had reached epic proportions to say the least. I stripped down and tried it on, and it seemed a little bulky and stiff but otherwise a great fit. My penis was pleasantly encased in the metal tube and rock hard, and I realized I wouldn't even be able to touch myself while wearing the belt. Hands shaking, I slipped the lock on and it clicked shut. I took the keys and placed them onto an old gold-plated key ring I got from my uncle which seemed to add even more "sentimental" value to the two keys it held.

In the days that followed I became used to wearing the belt, although I was able to unlock it whenever I tired of the game. I wasn't sure how to proceed, though.

One Wednesday I was finishing my lunch when I came upon an idea, and feeling reckless and horny I didn't give it much thought. Kelly was a waitress that worked at the restaurant that was just out of high school, very cute, perky and innocent. She had entered my masturbatory fantasies more than once, but now she was going to be in my thoughts almost constantly, as I was to find out.

"Hey Kelly? Do me a favor?"

"Sure," she replied, finishing writing up my check.

I produced the key ring and held it up, trying to maintain a steady voice. "I need you to hold onto these for a week or so."

She looked at them, a little hesitant. "What are they for?"

Thinking quickly, I made up a little white lie. "They, uh, go to a safe deposit box in the bank. I need some... outside help in being more thrifty with my inheritance before I end up spending it all."

She took the keys in her slender hands and my heart skipped a few beats as she looked them over. "They don't look like safe keys..."

"They are."

"Why just a week?"

"Well, not, okay, not just a week." My dick was raging inside its' little steel tube.

She pocketed the key ring without much thought and smiled, her head tilted to one side. "Seems to me you should save your money for longer than a week, dude. How much is in there?"

"Umm, I don't know, actually... I get a little at a time through the bank..."

"How much?"

"$1,500" I blurted, although that was about twice what I made in a month at my mailroom job, but it sounded like a nice round number.

Her jaw dropped in mock surprise. "You get fifteen hundred a month for free? Geez, I wish I was in your shoes."

"Well, it's not exactly... it's more like..."

"Tell you what," she began. "I'll hold on to these keys for a month, and you save all you can, and then maybe you can give me a nice tip and the end, okay?" She grinned.

A whole month? This was quickly spinning out of control, but my dick wasn't cooperating and I was trying not to tremble with the thought.

"It's almost one," she nodded. "You're going to be late getting back to work."

Two days later I had lunch there and waited for Kelly to show up, determined to get my keys back. I had concocted a story about a family emergency and that I needed to get into my safe deposit box as soon as possible. To my horror, she declined.

"You get all that money every month, Jacob. You don't need to get any more, and besides, I can tell you're lying to me. It's this thing you do with your eyebrows." She smiled sweetly and left to go attend to another table.

That weekend was pure hell. My erection never really subsided and my balls ached with several days of built-up ejaculate in them. I needed to figure out a way to get the keys back, but at the same time I was in ecstasy at the thought of Kelly having total control of my dick without even knowing it.

Over the next few lunch breaks I realized Kelly wasn't always working at the same time I took my lunch breaks, which was turning out to be a bad thing. It seemed like all the other women at work and even in the restaurant faded into the background and only Kelly was there. I began to realize that all of my sexual urges and impulses seemed to revolve around her, and it truly was a bittersweet feeling.

She waited on me again on Wednesday and I asked her once again for the keys, this time mumbling something about the bank needing the keys back for legal reasons. I had not taken her mood into account that day.

Her eyes bore down into me and I realized she wasn't smiling her usual cute smile. "Jacob, please," she growled. "It's disgusting that you even have to worry about this, when other people have to work two jobs to get by."

I was silent, suddenly very worried. The money didn't even exist, but I was paying for it anyway. My heart sank deeper and suddenly my dick wasn't so hard. She was quiet for a few moments while she wrote out my check, and even the task of writing numbers seemed to annoy her.

"Three hundred," she declared finally.

"Three hundred what?" I asked.

"I want three hundred dollars a month for keeping the keys for you. It's only fair."

"What?!" I exclaimed, a little louder than I meant to. A few people stopped eating and turned to look at us.

"My car payment is behind, and the way I see it you can spare some to help me."

"Uh, Kelly.... please, I can't..."

"Can't what?"

"Uh..." The walls seemed to be closing in.

"Jacob, just help me and I'll give you the keys back next month. I promise."

My dick wasn't hard anymore. In the days that followed I managed to scrape up the $300 and give it to her, but it hurt. I had barely enough left in my bank account to get some groceries, and definitely not enough to continue eating out every day. Eating a sandwich for lunch from a brown paper bag was no consolation for missing out on another chance for Kelly to relent and give me the keys back.

The first 30 days passed slowly, and my balls ached constantly. After all they were used to blowing sperm out twice a day, and now they hadn't let loose in an entire month. The metal device covering my penis was gradually becoming an instrument of denial and pure torment instead of arousal.

Kelly approached me while I was having coffee for lunch and grinned sweetly at me. My heart leapt that maybe, just maybe my month of chastity was over.

"Jacob, honey? My car payment is due again. Can you spare another $300? Maybe an extra fifty on top of that?"

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. My dick wanted to feel something, anything(!) again and my balls wanted desperately to empty their load into a waiting pussy... but Kelly said no to all of this and I was in trouble again.

"Kelly..." I stammered.

"What?" she asked.

"I, uh..." I racked my brains for a good excuse, or anything that would get me out of all this. My mind was spinning, and blank.

"You can afford it, right? With the $1500 a month you get?"

Speechless, I nodded, unable to breathe.

"Besides, I think it'll do you some good to be short on cash. A lot of us are, and it should give you some good insight on how other people have to struggle with that every day."

I think tears came to my eyes at that point, and I felt hopeless. "Yes, Kelly."

I left the restaurant $350 poorer (my rent money) and still locked up tight. Kelly clocked out $350 richer and still in possession of the keys.

Three weeks later I took a day off from work so I could be certain to catch her at work, and I literally begged her to return the keys. I'm sure I made quite a scene in the restaurant, but at that point I was so unbelievably crazy with lust and the need to come I didn't care.

She looked at me for what seemed like an eternity, and then that familiar smile crossed her face. "Four thousand," she whispered.

My jaw dropped. Art this point it wasn't even a question of what she was referring to.

"Kelly, please!"

"Just four thousand and I can pay off my car loan, and I'll give you the keys back. Easy."

"I... I don't HAVE $4000," I whimpered.

She looked concerned for only a moment. "Well, we can go to the bank after I get off work and open your deposit box and get it from there."

"Kelly, please! I... there... we can't do that," I cried. "I don't have any money in the bank..."

"You don't?"

"No!"

She pondered this for a moment, the smile gone from her face. And then the hard question finally came.

"What are those keys for then?"

"My... a chastity... belt," I answered weakly.

"A what?"

"The keys you have are to my belt," I whimpered. My stomach was in knots.

She just stared at me. The restaurant was quiet. I'm sure at least someone heard my strained whispers but at this point I didn't care if it was on CNN. I wanted out! I wanted this wretched thing OFF of me and Kelly now knew the truth.

"You don't HAVE any inheritance?" She demanded finally.

"No..." I shuddered.

"Get away from me," she growled, and turned to go into the kitchen.

I left the restaurant, feeling the eyes on me and the hushed conversations that were sure to be going on. Did he say he was wearing a chastity belt? What keys? She had the keys? Oh my God, she didn't know? What a dirty trick to play on her. Shhh, she's coming back...

I felt her hand on my shoulder and I turned to meet her eyes. Cold. She wasn't pleased.

"Show it to me," she demanded.

"What?"

"Show me this belt, Jacob. Now."

I had no choice. Slowly I unbuckled my trousers and pulled down my briefs to reveal the belt, bright steel and unmistakable in its' design. I felt so ashamed.

I lifted my eyes to gauge her reaction and she was fuming, her eyes narrow. My heart sank and I trembled all the way down to my knees, and I could feel this wasn't over, not by a long shot.

"Well, you sure as hell aren't getting the keys back NOW..." she declared. And with that she went back into the restaurant to finish her shift, and I found myself walking home, eyes watery and completely hopeless for any chance of release.

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