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.
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.
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.
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.