Hands free Climax

Have you come close before? Shooting your load without touching yourself? Your cock throbbing in the air on the rhythm of your heartbeat. Your mind racing, your blood pumping faster and faster. More and more sex hormones are released into your system. You know it’s within your reach, that sweet, sweet release, but you just can’t get there. Make yourself get to the point where the agony of your arousal is solved with your body pumping out load after load of primal man juice.

Your cock just won’t cooperate. It has been tormenting you since your balls dropped. You’re addicted to that torment and you just keep coming back. You’re a slave to your cock and you want to be its slave, because it’s what defines you. Defines you as a man.

If only it could be tamed. Not by you, obviously. You’ll need a real Man for that. To give you the discipline that you so desperately crave. A man who will harness the pleasure of your body and turn it into a roaring fire of servility and gratitude.

Who will take your cock and make you his.

The Fate Of A Chastened Man

Why didn’t you just say no? Why didn’t you just ignore his words?

But you just couldn’t help yourself. Your desire to relinquish the ownership over your cock has been the most exciting thing that has crossed your mind since you first learned that your cock could swell up. All on its own.

That sweet embarrassment and raging vulnerability of a hard-on. It would be the reason why you got up in the morning, whether you knew it or not. And it’s still doing so today.

But something is missing. You knew not what until you stumbled on the idea of a chastity cage. First, you dismissed it. What’s this simple looking thing? What could it possibly do? You soon read the accounts and you laughed. Those poor miserable fools. That would never be you. But the stories just wouldn’t let go of your mind.

Eventually, you decided to just order the damn thing. Why not? Just to try it out. What could possibly happen? And then the madness started. Slowly but surely. That sweet addictive madness that is leading you to ever farther depths of desperation and humiliation. As what good is a chastity cage without someone to hold that all-important key for you?

But another man couldn’t — shouldn’t own your cock. Should he? You’re a fine upstanding citizen. This isn’t for you. You’re a man and you will decide what you’re going to do with your cock. If you’re going to put it inside a chastity cage, you will damn well do so. You don’t need another man for that …

Your words sounded even hollow to your throbbing cock and it soon deflated in disappointment and boredom.

It wasn’t long after that you finally admitted it to yourself: you need to be owned. That thing between your legs is meant to be controlled by others. The firmness returned to your limp dick. It steadily grew into a raging hard-on that started to hurt just from the mere notion of this forbidden pleasure. This dark and secretive compact that you would strike with another man.

An overwhelming sense of relief took hold of your body and your balls started to ache from anticipation.

You were one of those poor miserable fools after all. A chastity slave.

You did not understand it then. You did not know where it would lead you, but you could only accept your fate. The fate of a chastened man.

Your Dick Seems Alien To You Now

Do you crave for someone to take control over your cage? For someone to take control over the most intimate and pleasurable part of your anatomy? You’ve played with your cock for so long. And there hasn’t ever been anyone to tell you ‘no’. It has always been your escape. People might reject you, but you could never reject yourself. Boys play with themselves. It’s just an inescapable law of nature.

And you’re looking to give that up. Your freedom as a man.

Could you imagine, though? Your cock would become the plaything of another man. It’s on your body, but you would have no control over it, despite needing it. Needing it to bury your cock into somewhere snug and warm. You need your cum to flow. That horniness to subside. Your mind needs the release. The deliverance of horniness.

But you can’t. It’s now controlled by another. You’ve become a locked boy. Less than a man. You aim to serve. You aim to please. You aim to do anything. Anything. Just to get out again. Who knew that you could become so desperate? But you just can’t help yourself. This is your nature. Other men are your better and you know it. Your body knows it. Your mind knows it. And you simply need to give up your cock. Something bigger than you demands it.

That thing hanging between your legs isn’t even your property anymore. It’s never been your property. It seems alien to you now. Foreign. You don’t deserve it. You could never deserve it. Only another man could let you use it. And you’ll need to beg for that.

Begging will become your life, boy.

Your Sentence Has Been Extended

You got yourself in quite the bind. All that added time. Are you regretting it? Think about that big meaty cock that you could be holding in your hand right now, the reassuring firmness of your rigid shaft, the velvety feeling of your tightly spun skin, the sweet soft touch of a playful finger around the rim of your cockhead. You could even tease your swollen cockhead with a slicked up palm. Can you still remember that feeling? The intoxicating feeling of bliss radiating through your body from that single sensitive part of your anatomy?

How great those orgasms feel. The rush of cum jetting out of your shaft. Not just the one time. But several loads in a row. And then that last drop. That familiar count. Your balls aching with that sweet pain that you’ve come to utterly and wholeheartedly love. You associate it with but one thing: ecstasy.

Sexual ecstasy.

Your purpose as a man. To shoot your load. To spread your seed. To find that snug little hole to gently slide your cock in. It was what you were meant to do. Can you still remember it? When you were inside someone? Do you miss it?

Echos Of Past Orgasms

An echo of your last orgasm courses through your veins and is waiting to be released. It runs through the tiny veins of your limp hanging dick, waiting to explode into a raging full-blown erection. A throbbing hard-on bouncing in the air, beckoning you to its service.

If only you didn’t have that cage on.

If only …

Slave To Other Men

I want to play with your mind and body for a while, boy. I’ll be giving you obedience training and chastity discipline.

I’ll be demanding small things of you while that dangling meat between your legs is restrained and under my control. Daily tasks to remind you of your place in this world. That of a locked boy craving for authority and discipline.

I’ll be taking away your ability to pleasure yourself. That thing you’ve been playing with for all your life. It will be under the control of another man. You’ll no longer be able to freely spread your seed. To spill it at your leisure. You’ll become less than a man. But you’ll become closer to the thing that you know in your heart to be true:

That you are a slave to other men.

A miserable excuse of a man who craves the attention of his betters. Who begs them to give him purpose and meaning in life. Direction and feeling. Things only a Keyholder can give.

I want to own you. Just for a short period of time. Just enough to leave you craving for more.

Don’t resist your true calling: strip your worthless body of its rags, get on your knees, bend your head forward with downcast eyes and take the picture. You’ll be sending me this picture. You’ll be needing to send it.

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Misery is Optional

What happens when one finds the key and connects with the Power Greater than Ourselves, and then that (God) begins to drop Grace upon you ?

When one finally sheds light on all of us, (read: Me) When after many prod-dings of my spiritual director, to let go and let God, to turn the light on all of the darkness in my soul, and I did, in a process that took me months, I can see, clearly.

When I united a very important incarnation of myself, with the incarnation of myself today, it all began to make sense to me. When I made that final decision, to turn on the lights, and see the light, my life began to reshape itself.

I’ve made a final covenant with my God. And in making that covenant, I made a choice, a choice I am familiar with, because when I entered seminary, many years ago, I had to make certain covenants when I began my studies.

I am familiar with covenant.

I know, as an alcoholic, I am extremely selfish and self centered. And those two character defects, dog me, dog all of us. But the 9th Step Promises, speak towards what life can look like when we get to that point in sobriety.

What I know right now, and can see clearly, in my friends, is this: People know me, and are very leery of speaking to me, about sobriety, or their lives. Because I have enough life experience, at age fifty two, and almost eighteen years of sobriety, that I see what’s going on. I know how people have treated me at crucial stages of my sober journey.

And I know, that I have had to navigate my feelings, and emotions, stone cold sober. When I hit the worst phase of my sobriety, nobody wanted to touch me, the old timers saw me suffering, and saw I was angry, and they were not afraid to tell me, to myself, that indeed I was angry. I was angry at god for allowing 50 kids to get shot and killed in a bar, I used to drink in, when I was their age, back in Orlando.

Nobody, NOT ONE SOBER SOUL, Offered me a solution to my anger. I had to do that all by myself, ALONE.

I was angry at God for a long time. In order to curb that anger, I participated in reading the Big Book, cover to cover, over fourteen months. I stayed sober, and dealt with my anger, Alone. So I know …

I kept doing what I knew to be the next right thing. The direct actions against my own will, as one of my friends speaks about often.

I’m still sober. Now, unified with my God, in every way. My cup is empty, and an empty cup is filled fuller, when that cup is not holding anything, (read: That which we are holding onto in the darkness of our souls).

God can fill that cup now.

I’ve become a rigorously honest person. More than I have been, because nobody is telling me to shut the fuck up, because people know my emotional state when I am angry, they’ve all seen it in real time. And they witnessed that anger until it was abated.

What I see is not good. My kids are suffering. Fifteen kids have drank and used again, over the last three months. Meeting are failing our kids. Old timers are failing our kids.

My Kids won’t ask for help, under the pain of DEATH.

I believe that if we don’t reach out and say something now, that things are going to get a lot worse. My old timer friends WON’T do anything. They tell me, LET THEM FALL. Don’t say a word, let them come crawling to us, THEN and ONLY THEN we will help then, because they will eat humble pie and finally ASK for HELP.

They will go down in flames before admitting that they have hit bottom, and that they need help. Because MANY of our kids judge us, who have long term sobriety. They see us, yet, many of them cannot see themselves in our shoes.

Our kids are MISERABLE.

I’ve been seeing and hearing Misery for a very long time.

I know what misery sounds like.

We heard it again tonight. And once again, I told the truth. People know, that if they ask me for help, that I will give them a plan of action. Work to Do. Steps to work, Prayers to say, meetings to go to, service that must be done, to make meetings work.

Coffee does not make itself, and sure as shit, chairs don’t set themselves down by themselves either. It’s not rocket science.

Over the last five years, I’ve seen many kids come in, and TRY. But not hard enough. And they are miserable. And I ask the question, WHY?

Growth is possible. Misery is optional.

In order to get sober, one old timer said tonight, “One must pay the price.” That price is who we were, and what we had done. The price is paid, in the time and talent we spend in getting sober.

It’s not Rocket Science.

So many people, long sober, sober in between, and sober a short time, so many people are just plain stone cold sober, suffering their character defects, and they are miserable, because they won’t lift a finger to make it better.

Do you want to be a DRY DRUNK or SOBER ???


I just cannot put a book against your head, and you’ll have a spiritual experience, and suddenly be struck SOBER, all at once.

It does not work that way. My kids all know that, yet they would not deign to walk up to me and ask for my plan of solution. That comes right out of the book, as it was written, 80 years ago. The solution is the same, as it was 80 years ago.

Some of us know that solution, have worked the program and have enough time to be able to synthesize sober words, into a successful plan of action for anyone who wants it.

Sadly, very few people want that solution from me.

I know why.

So I go to meetings and I tell the truth. Hopefully, if I keep telling the truth, someone is going to, in the end, want the help, to GET OUT OF MISERY.

There is a God, but I am NOT GOD.

Sobriety is a process, a painful process. But would you rather be who you were, when you drank, SOBER ? Would you rather remain miserable like you were when you were drunk?

Let go the misery and walk across the bridge over the River of Denial.

The proposition is simple.

Read the Book. It says those words on page 112. “Read This Book.”

Life can be full, bigger, happy, joyous, and free.

The choice is yours.

Misery is Optional.

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