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As you can probably see through my speedo, I’m not that big. I met him on a dating website. I’m always a little sheepish because of my size but he was a top so I didn’t think it would matter to him. When we got undressed he just stared at me for a minute. He said, “You have a boy cock. Have you ever worn a chastity cage?” I was a little embarrassed and shook my head no. We had really good sex and started dating.
He had me get rid of all my board shorts and bought me this speedo. I told him I was a little nervous about it because the fact that I’m small would be obvious. He said “You’re a boy and you have a boy cock. I think it’s hot and you’re going to wear your speedo.” I told him I understood and would get over it and then he continued. “Eventually you’ll start wearing a chastity cage under that speedo and you’re going to have to get over that too.”
He just got notification that my cage was delivered to the house. We’re going back so I can put it on and then we’ll come back to the boat. My boy cock is going to get caged. I’m going to be his fag. I can’t stop smiling.
Morning check ins are required to make sure your sub was starting the day in the correct underwear. Their underwear drawers are to be emptied of all underwear except white briefs.
After enough morning check ins, you usually gave them an edging as they have been instructed to deny pleasuring themselves. A good boy was a denied boy. It kept them dripping with excitement in their tighty whities.
The longer they went without cumming, the more willing they were willing to obey.
Wish Bear
“Hey babe! Look what I got at the fair! Isn’t it so cute? It’s a wish bear! I won it and it made me think of you, my wish.” Your boyfriend held up an adorable little teddy bear. Thought normally not the kind of thing you’d get for one another, it was cute, and you figured the thought was nice.
“Besides,” he continued. “I found out that I have to go on a work trip for a bit so you can keep him near you to think of me while I’m gone.” You rolled your eyes at the silly suggestion, but he just smiled and kissed you on the cheek.
The next day when you got home from work, your boyfriend was gone, and you saw that he’d left the teddy bear on his side of the bed. You rolled your eyes once again at his antics, but you just left it there. It wasn’t like it took up much space anyway.
You sleep well that night and have strange dreams. When you wake up you can’t remember what they were about, just the sensation that they were strange to you. You go to take a shower and are slightly surprised to see that your morning wood isn’t as prominent and distracting as normal. You still enjoy yourself in the shower, quickly putting the moment and your dreams out of your mind.
The next night’s dreams are intense once again, but the following morning you wake up and see a small wet spot. Did you cum in your sleep? You hadn’t done that in years. Maybe your dreams were sexy ones from missing your boyfriend. That would explain it… It also would explain why you didn’t have any morning wood at all. Your attempts to stroke in the shower actually didn’t do anything at all. You must have cum right before you woke up…
You get dressed for work, and don’t even realize it when you put on some white briefs you never wear instead of your usual boxers. You did notice it when you were at the gym, but the tight fit felt kinda comforting instead of restrictive like you remember when you switched to boxers full time.
That night, determined not to have a repeat of the night before you lay down in bed and plan to stroke one out. You take off your shirt and jeans, and start rubbing yourself over your briefs. It felt nice but you didn’t really find it easy to focus on it or get really hard. It never seemed to occur to you to slip your hands in or take them off. After a while rubbing you simply fall asleep.
The next day, you jump in the shower but barely think of playing with yourself. The only thing you notice as you wash yourself is that you’re pretty hairy. You’ve always been proud of that fact, but today it just feels so messy. Maybe just a trim. You start with a pretty long guard and trim a bit, but it just doesn’t feel enough. Eventually you just take the guard off and remove the hair completely. Hmm. That actually looks so clean. Clean is good. You dry off your now smooth skin and slip into some more comfy briefs. You feel refreshed and ready for the day.
After work, you’re sitting on the floor watching some tv when you suddenly feel damp. Looking down you realize you unknowingly wet yourself. You jump up in a panic and begin to clean yourself off. You throw the towel, your shirt, and jeans in the washer, but after that don’t feel so bad. You look down at your wet briefs and socks thinking something is wrong, but can’t bring yourself to worry about it. You go back to watching TV before heading up to bed.
The next morning you wake up wet again, and curled up with the bear. You feel you should be bothered, but you don’t seem capable of it. Then your boyfriend walks in.
He sees you sleeping in wet white briefs, and socks, cuddling a teddy bear. You start to come to yourself and realize how this must look, but instead of shock, he smiles. “Holy shit, it worked.”
“Worked?” You ask, still confused and strangely groggy.
He ignores you as he pulls back your briefs, seeing your lack of morning wood and any pubic hair, and his smile widens. “I’ll be right back. You just hold onto your bear and suck your thumb till I get back.” He heads out, and you hear him leave out the front door. You intend to argue with him, saying you don’t suck your thumb, but you lay back, forgetting your wet bed, and start sucking your thumb. It feels almost as nice as cuddling the teddy bear.
An hour later, your boyfriend returns with several bags. When he was gone you began to get a clearer head and realize how strange everything is that’s happening. Maybe none of this is real? Is this just a dream? You wonder without any progress when you hear your boyfriend come back.
“I don’t know what’s happening,” you say when he comes back.
“Well, I told you I went to the fair and got that bear, right? Well the thing was it was a wishing booth, and I’ve been so annoyed at how bossy and aggressive you are all the time. So I wished that away. When the man told me what would happen, I started to refuse his offer, but after a while, he seemed to make much more sense. I know I love you, but rather than try and fix our relationship as is, I just needed to change you into something I could love in a different way. My sweet little baby boy. All you had to do was sleep next to the bear and your dreams would push you further and further. Now, we just need to do a few things to make it permanent.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? You can’t just change me? Also none of this can happen. It’s not real.”
“Says the boy in his wet bed holding his teddy bear. I don’t know how the guy did it, but I don’t care, and it’s too late to go back anyway, we’re just going to finish this up.” He pulled out a blue plastic chastity cage. “Put this on, and say ‘from cock to peepee.”
“There’s no way I’m going to..” you start to say, but as he hands it to you, it does seem like it should go on you. You shouldn’t have a cock like a man. As it clicks into place, you mutter, “from cock to peepee,” and you know it’s true.
“There we go,” he says. “Now you’ll never fuck again. Now take off your briefs. While cute they only were helpful to get your mindset right. You’ll never wear big boy undies again either.” He pulled out a diaper, and as he fixed it on you, you knew he was right.
Lastly he pulled out a large pacifier. “Last step. Suck on this little boy and all those big boy words will drain right out of you.”
You tried to think of anything to say to stop this madness, but as he brought the pacifier to your mouth, you sucked obediently. You were too far gone without even knowing it.
A short time later, a man came over. Though not clear at first you figure out that he was the man your boyfriend met at the fair. But that thought started to fade as he talked to you. He was your daddy. Of course he was. Babies needed daddies. He put you in front of the TV as he took your former boyfriend into the bedroom where they made noises that made less and less sense to you as the hour went on. Oh well, the TV was nice. And you had your teddy bear. Wasn’t that all you needed?
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It was funny how a kiss could change. Three months ago their kisses had been tender and passionate, just like this one, but in all other ways it had changed.
After 2 years in a relationship where you had been unable to fuck, you finally broke. You loved him, but 2 tops just don’t make a right. BJs and such were fine, but could never satisfy you.
Luckily your brother was there to help you out. He’d had a similar problem once and had just the solution. His psychology degree brought him no money in the traditional sense, but it provided just what you needed.
You came home and claimed you’d injured yourself in your football game. As such, you’d sleep on the couch so as not to hurt yourself further while you slept. He bought it so easily. Of course in reality it was so that you wouldn’t hear what you’d replaced the white noise machine with while you slept.
At the end of the week, you were starting to think that your brother had been full of it. But then, your boy came out of the shower. Being part Italian, he was naturally pretty hairy. What he walked out as was anything but. Almost no hair at all. Just a slight bit around his cock and under his arms. Barely noticeable at all. You smiled to yourself.
“Do you like it?”
“Looks great!” you say with a kiss. For some reason he kisses back less fiercely.
You gave him a week’s break from the nightly “assistance” but when work took you out of town, you made the switch once again.
When you came back you of course went at each other. You started in a 69, but eventually he pulled out of your mouth and turned to more fully focus on you with his mouth while lightly stroking himself. When you finally came, he didn’t pull off like normal. Instead he swallowed every last drop, and came as he did so. Almost unbidden, you said “Good boy” when you kissed him. Instead of reacting with anger, he accepted it, the same way he accepted your kiss.
Over the next several weeks, it advanced like clockwork. He’d get at least one night with the machine while you’d be elsewhere. The effects were perfect. He spent most of his time focused on your cock. Sometimes he would even forget to jerk himself. You don’t mind. You only gave him head to keep the relationship alive.
You started testing the waters and playing with his ass. Weeks went by. 1 finger in, 2. Finally you just turned him over and started fucking him. He resisted only slightly before accepting it. He came when you did.
Since then you’ve fucked him every night. 2 weeks ago, you held his hands and kissed him when he went to stroke his cock. “Doesn’t mine matter more?”
His passive acceptance of your kiss was the only response you needed. You’ve noticed that lately he doesn’t even get as hard, nor does it look quite as big after a few weeks of inactivity. Now all he needs is a tender kiss claiming him and your controlling cock filling him.
As it should be.
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