Category: Chastity (Page 2 of 3)

Husband, Husband, Neighbor (Part 2)

2023-11-06 / admin bot / 1 Comment

Read part 1 of “Husband, Husband, Neighbor” to get caught up before reading on…

The next morning, I awoke before dawn. My half-erect cock pressed against the inside of the cage, veins throbbing in sync with my heartbeat. My head still foggy from sleep and last night’s sex, I reached down to adjust myself. My fingertips ran into the steel barrier encasing my junk, rocketing me back to stone cold reality. Before I even opened my eyes, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. It was in vain.

“Rise and shine, beefcake.”

A rush of cold air swirled around my naked body as Paul yanked the covers away. I shivered. When I finally opened my eyes, he was standing at the foot of the bed, holding the bedsheet like a matador’s cape. He whipped it around with a campy flourish and winked.

Husband, Husband, Neighbor (Part 1)

2023-10-30 / admin bot / 2 Comments

I dropped the laundry basket on the bed. It bounced and turned onto its side, spilling clean clothes onto the bedspread. It was after ten o’clock at night, and my husband Paul, procrastinating as usual, sat shirtless atop the covers. He smirked and nudged the basket with his size 13 foot.

“Can I talk you into folding that for me?”

My playfully defiant expression was just a performance and a transparent one at that. Before Paul finished asking, I had already started picking through the pile of clean clothes, sorting out which were mine and which were his. I balled up a pair of his socks and lobbed them his way. They landed on his thick pecs and rolled down his furry belly. I bit my lip when they stopped right between his thighs, resting against the bulge in his briefs. Lucky socks.

Two bears in coveralls walking away from the camera down a spacecraft hallway

The space bears, part 1

2023-03-07 / admin bot / 1 Comment

I had been based out of Artemis Station for several years, doing long-distance runs to minor colonies and galactic backwaters. Six months to Vesta. Fourteen months to New Rockall. The occasional 10-week jog to Hyperion and back. Interstellar cargo is a boring industry, but the work was steady, and the pay was good.

The long periods of deep sleep freaked some guys out, but I didn’t mind it too much. I had no loved ones waiting back home who went on living—and aging—while I spent most of my time in a sleep chamber, exempt from the passage of time. Coming home to a new kid you didn’t recognize or watching everyone you’ve ever cared about move on with their lives without you must make you think twice about the job. Of the 200 graduates of my training group, fewer than 50 signed up for a second run. After my third run, I think I was the only one still with the company.

New bylaws

2022-11-04 / admin bot / 0 Comments

I hated my HOA. It was full of boring old people with nothing better to do than micromanage the lives of others. I paid my dues on time every month, but only to keep the pool open and keep the dreaded condo board off my back. I ignored their emails, and whenever a new notice was posted in the elevator, I made a point of looking the other way while I rode from the parking garage up to my unit.

Every summer, they held elections for the condo board. As usual, I threw my ballot in the trash without even looking to see which of my neighbors were candidates. It was always the same handful of people who probably just rotated offices among themselves like a twisted, incestuous merry-go-round. One morning, I found a note shoved under my front door thanking me for my vote. I didn’t recognize who it was from, but I didn’t much care, either. The $400 a month I paid in dues should be more than enough to be left alone.

To chase and be chaste, part 5

2022-10-18 / admin bot / 0 Comments

Eric and Max’s predicament comes to an end, of sorts, in the conclusion from “To chase and be chaste, part 4.”

With his pants around his knees, Eric waddled back behind his desk and flopped down into his chair. “Come on,” he said to Max. “Get your phone out and do this with me.”

“I’m not sure,” Max said, taking a seat in one of the chairs opposite Eric’s desk. “I’ve been trapped in this thing for a week, and I haven’t found a way out of them. I don’t think there is a way.”

Eric opened a private browser window and pulled up DateMaker. “I can’t take it anymore, man. That meeting was a nightmare. My hands go numb every time they get near my cock. I keep knocking my bulge, and it’s like there’s nothing there. DateMaker can fuck off.”

To chase and be chaste, part 4

2022-10-07 / admin bot / 1 Comment

Eric comes up with an idea for how to get out of his predicament, continued from part 3 of “To chase and be chaste.”

Trapped inside DateMaker’s underwear prison, Eric felt frustrated, empty, and hopeless. That night, he whined whenever he felt the impenetrable barrier between his fingertips and his cock and realized how often he unthinkingly groped himself. Periods of furious humping punctuated a fitful, dreamless sleep, and he awoke the next morning with bloodshot eyes and an incurable horniness that gave him no pleasure.

He stumbled through his workday like a zombie. The combination of sexual denial and enforced numbness had affected his behavior in the office, and more than one colleague observed that he didn’t quite seem like himself.

If they only knew, Eric thought as he tried to make it from the conference room to his office without anyone noticing or stopping him to talk. He was just a dozen paces away from the safety of his office when a gravelly, baritone voice called his name.

To chase and be chaste, part 3

2022-10-04 / admin bot / 1 Comment

Eric’s saga continues from part 2 of “To chase and be chaste.”

Eric tapped the RELEASE button on the screen. With the speed and force of a pressure valve being flipped, the sensation in his new underwear changed. The numbness was gone, and the rigid, plastic encasement felt like fabric again. Tentatively, Eric hooked a finger into the waistband and breathed a sigh of relief when it stretched away from his body. He was free.

“Thank fuck,” he said, sliding the briefs down his thighs. He sat down naked on his sofa, legs splayed wide, and cradled his phone in his hands. DateMaker had locked him out of his phone once again. A countdown timer now filled the screen, ticking down from five minutes, and a line of text scrolled on a loop below.

To chase and be chaste, part 2

2022-09-27 / admin bot / 1 Comment

The story continues from part 1 of “To chase and be chaste.”

The tingling sensation in Eric’s underwear increased to the point that he could practically hear the garment hum with erotic intensity. The successive waves of pleasure began to extend beyond his cock and balls, radiating outward in all directions from his crotch and making his body hypersensitive to even the slightest touch. The waves snaked up his spine, and as each one approached closer and closer to the base of his neck, Eric could only paw in vain at his encased bulge. Unable to free himself from the tight, smooth underwear, he attempted to dry hump his sofa as a poor substitute for masturbation. The result was incredibly unsatisfying.

“Come on, man,” he whined, frustration rising in his voice. “Just let me get in there, man.”

The feelings inside his underwear were unlike anything Eric had ever felt. When he would beat off while chasing profiles on DateMaker, he was in control. As his DMs escalated, he would adjust his grip and the pace of his stroking accordingly. The intensity of the pleasure was his to control, and he could choose how long he wanted the experience to last.

To chase and be chaste, part 1

2022-09-13 / admin bot / 2 Comments

Eric was a practiced hand. Each night after work, he sat on the couch for hours in nothing but socks and underwear and scrolled profiles on DateMaker. Any time a new match appeared in his inbox, the response was always the same: his standard opening line—Hey, hot stuff, you know you want this!—and a picture of his naked body with the head cropped out. He’d sent the same sentence so many times that his phone’s autocomplete had learned it, and all he had to do was tap the words on the screen. In a typical night, he’d send his dick pic to dozens of men and women, most of whom would never respond.

On the off chance that he did get a response, Eric immediately directed the conversation toward sex and was relentless in his pursuit of his quarry. The conversations usually ended with the match going silent, or more frequently blocking him, but that didn’t stop him from beating off with one hand and typing explicit things with the other. Every night, Eric continued his chase undeterred, widening his search radius and even installing an app to fool DateMaker’s location settings. Each new conversation filled him with the adrenaline of a new chase, and when he was inevitably blocked, he pouted.

Caged at Work (excerpt)

2022-08-23 / admin bot / 0 Comments

The following excerpt is from Caged at Work: A Gay Chastity Story, which is available exclusively for purchase on Kindle.

“This is your productivity system?” Tom said, holding up the small metal object. “This is a chastity cage.”

Larson shot Tom a stern look, but Benjamin defused the rising tension with a casual wave of the hand.

“I prefer to call it a Concentration and General Efficiency device, or CAGE, for short.”

As Tom looked around the room, it was clear that none of his colleagues had ever seen a chastity cage before. He turned to Larson, who was fiddling with a set of differently sized rings on the table. “And you want us to wear these? At work?”

Category: Chastity (Page 2 of 3)

Husband, Husband, Neighbor (Part 2)

Husband, Husband, Neighbor (Part 1)

The space bears, part 1

New bylaws

To chase and be chaste, part 5

To chase and be chaste, part 4

To chase and be chaste, part 3

To chase and be chaste, part 2

To chase and be chaste, part 1

Caged at Work (excerpt)

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