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Why chose? Lock up, bondage, unlock & edge, re-lock, repeat.
@hushpuppy1980 has the right idea! Edging can help avoid the common chastity problem of a libido dropping. Edging can remind the sub what its truely lost.
I definitely need to mix these two up. Exclusively chastity will drop my libido (and with it any interest in chastity), and exclusively edging will desensitize me.
The ordeal pt. 1
I figured I’d kick things off by writing out a fantasy of mine. It1ll be in several parts, this is part 1.
I don’t know how long I’ve been in this place. I was walking home from work one night when all of a sudden I got jumped by 5 guys and dragged into a van. I didn’t stand a chance. They quickly cut off all my clothes and gagged me tightly. I was strapped to some benchlike contraption, arms up over my head and legs spread wide.
“God damn, that’s a nice cock!” I heard one of the voices say. “Yeah, this one’s a real find” chimed another.
They were quickly fondling my cock, balls and nipples. A dab of lube was applied to my cock, and my cock was trapped in a neverending tunnel pointing down towards my feet. All the while, someone was playing with my nipples and balls, lightly slapping/sqeezing/pinching/pulling them.
Even though I was terrified, my body responed to the constant stimulation; I felt my cock starting to grow hard. My captors noticed during one of their short breaks while they were changing shifts.
“Whoa, this filthy cock likes it!”
“Yeah, I bet it does! I bet it’s got huge amounts of spunk as well!” One of them turned to me and spoke
“Here’s what’s goint to happen: we’re going to keep doing this for a while. If you cum, you’re coming with us. If you don’t, we’ll leave you exactly like this on the side of the road.” He stated this matter-of-factly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I quickly realized that they had the upper hand all along. They could make me pop at any minute, but they didn’t. Always the downwardsfacing neverending tunnel. My cock wanted so bad to get hard, but couldn’t.
After what seemed like an eternity, one of the guys spoke again.
“All right, if this filthy cock doesn’t squirt in the next five minutes, we’re letting it go”. Hope! Maybe I could do it after all?
Their rythm suddenly changed. They became much more methodical. I felt the need to cum even stronger. I struggled to control myself. As they becan to count down from ten, my heart raced. Almost made it! Alas, as the count moved closer to zero I felt myself rapidly approaching the point of no return.
Right the Instant before the countdown reached zero, two things happened: I started cumming, and the stroking stopped; they just held my cock pointin downwards. What?! No! Every muscle in my body strained uselessly against my bonds as the orgasm just puttered away as cum slowly dribbled out of my limp dick.
“Excellent” one of the guys said. “We’re bringing this one home, boys!”
Before I knew it, they had wiped my dick clean and I felt a cold metal ring being placed around my package and a metal tube beint threaded onto my cock. My mind just collapsed. Being tied up was one thing, but having my cock locked up was a totally different ballgame. Some strangers had the key (if there even was a key), they might as well release me from the bonds and I’d be just as trapped.
As the van drove on, I was left alone on the bench, my locked-away cock swinging gently around from the moving van. The weight of the cage pressing down on my cock was in itself a turnon, but it could only grow so much.
“Nearly there. Welcome to your new life!”
My head was spinning, both from fear and from unfathomable horniness. What did he mean?
Never did seem to finish this series. Reposting part 1, and want to continue with the story.
My hand fetish
For all of my life, out of all of my fetishes and kinks, the one that’s been buried the deepest and the one that’s been the hardest for me to really own up to, is my hand fetish. I absolutely love a woman’s hands, and for some reason this particular fetish has been a source of much shame and guilt.
I guess it’s the crossover between the mundane and the sexual that’s a big part of the cause of this internal conflict. While women generally know that their breasts, butt, legs and crotch are objects of sexual attention and deal with this by acting and dressing according to their comfort level, the generally are not aware that their hands might be and thus take no such measures. And while this might seem like it’s good news for me (lots of exposed hands to enjoy), there’s always a little part of me that feels like I’m overstepping my bounds by enjoying looking at the hands of my waitress, or cashier, or whatever.
I can’t really explain what it is that makes the hands in particular so attractive either. I can’t really pin down exactly what features makes a particular set of hands attractive while another one is not. But, just…
They’re the primary means by which a woman interacts with the world around her. How she gives affection and pleasure. And how she might inflict torture. *shudder* And they just look so god damn sexy…
Anyone else have a hand fetish like me?
Personal hell
Brian was a straight guy in his early thirties, clean cut and fit. Blond hair, blue eyes - a real ladies’ man. Except he hadn’t been for the last months. A wild, drunken impulse had seen him with is cock locked in a cage by a guy he’d met at a bar. So, no more women for him until he could get this cage off.
He stood outside the dimly lit door, cursing under his breath as he had done so many times over the past few weeks. He swore each time that would be his last, but here he was yet again, desperate to get the cage off. He knocked on the door.
“Who is it?”, a voice asked.
“It is slut”, he grumbled. “I wish to leave my cock in your capable hands”.
“What? Can’t hear you." He repeated himself, louder this time. "Sorry, can’t hear you."
"Please!!”, he yelled.
“Desperate, are we?”, replied the voice.
“Yes! Yes, I’m fucking desperate. Please let me in and play with my cock!"
The door finally opened, and he entered. Out of the dark, a rag of chloroform appeared and quickly knocked him out. When he woke up, he was naked and stretched out on a slightly reclined St. Andrews cross. Several thick leather straps held his body firm. 4 straps each for his arms and legs, two straps across his chest and one across his belly. It was so tight he couldn’t move a muscle, but not so tight as to be uncomfortable. His caged cock had been put through a cockboard running across his pelvic area. Not long after he awoke, his tormentor appeared. Masked, dressed in black, burly. Those were all the features that could be distinguished. He wasted no time, and approached the bound and naked man.
"So, you’re back”, he said.
“Yes”, Brian replied, not wanting to meet his tormentor’s gaze.
“Why is that?”. Brian didn’t reply. The tormentor quickly and methodically trapped each of Brian’s balls between his thumbs and fingers and squeezed.
“You will answer me slut, is that understood?” Brian’s face was twisted in a silent scream of agony, his every muscle straining against his bonds. “You know the drill. One minute of this, on your next transgression it’s two minutes, then four, and so on”. Brian managed to nod. “So, why are you here?” asked the tormentor again after finally letting go of Brian’s balls.
“Because I’m so incredibly horny and need someone to play with my cock”, he said, looking down in defeat.
“Yes”, the tormentor said, appearing pleased. He started stroking Brian’s cock through the bars of the cage. “Like this?"
"Please, remove the cage”, Brian pleaded. The tormentor just continued stroking. Brian pleaded again, but still just the incessant stroking.
“I’ll make you beg yet, slut”. Brian begged and pleaded for what felt like eternity before his tormentor finally unlocked the cage. His cock immediately started growing, but before it could get fully erect, the tormentor put his hand around it, forcing it down. With one hand around the shaft holding Brian’s cock downward, the other hand started playing with his cock head. Tickling his peehole, running fingers around his glans, Brian was soon panting heavily.
“Please, let me get hard”, Brian moaned. In a split second, the tormentor grabbed his nuts and squeezed so hard Brian got the wind knocked out of him and drifted into the state of silent screaming and straining he experienced earlier.
“No”, his tormentor said. “I don’t want to let you get hard today. You should thank me for caring enough about your pathetic slut cock that I’ve made this decision”.
Brian gasped out the words. “God…thank you…you’re too kind…ugh…thank you”. After two minutes, Brian’s balls were released and the tormentor went back to playing with Brian’s cock head. He brought out a small tube.
“This will be fun” he said wryly, and applied a coating of the gel-like substance to Brian’s cock. Was it lube? Kind of. After a while, Brian’s cock was overwhelmed with a tingling, burning and itching sensation.
“Oh, jeez!” Brian exclaimed. The feeling left him frustrated to no end, and his tormentor’s slow, incessant stroking of his cock head only amplified the feelings. “Please, get me off! Let me cum!” he cried. His tormentor continued his relentless work.
“I will drain you, one drop at a time”, he stated matter-of-factly. After what seemed like ages, Brian felt the onset of an orgasm, and started tensing up.
“Oh god…” he moaned. Right before he exploded, his tormentor stopped stroking his cock head and left Brian madly wriggling in his restraints, trying desperately to get some friction from the hand still on his cock. To no avail. Slowly, but surely, one measly drop of cum dripped from his dick, still kept limp by his merciless tormentor.
“That’s one drop, slut. I bet you have lots more in there” he said, and started stroking again. Brian screamed.
Brian couldn’t remember how long he’d been there, or how he ended up back outside the door fully clothed. He could feel his dick still being locked up, and cursed under his breath. He heard the voice through the door.
“I look forward to your return. I expect it won’t be long”.
“Fuck you!” he said, half-running as he left. Grudgingly, he realized that the voice was right. He was still horny as hell, and still locked down tightly. He stopped, sighed in defeat and turned around.
“That was fast” said the voice behind the door.
“Fuck you!” he said. The voice laughed.
It’s been a few years since this was published, but it bears reposting. I still love this little fantasy.
Back from hiatus!
Ok, this blog has been dead for a few years, but I think maybe it’s time to get some activity going here again.
As always, I love engaging with people, so just send me asks about anything. 😁
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Personal hell
Brian was a straight guy in his early thirties, clean cut and fit. Blond hair, blue eyes - a real ladies' man. Except he hadn't been for the last months. A wild, drunken impulse had seen him with is cock locked in a cage by a guy he'd met at a bar. So, no more women for him until he could get this cage off.
He stood outside the dimly lit door, cursing under his breath as he had done so many times over the past few weeks. He swore each time that would be his last, but here he was yet again, desperate to get the cage off. He knocked on the door.
"Who is it?", a voice asked.
"It is slut", he grumbled. "I wish to leave my cock in your capable hands".
"What? Can't hear you." He repeated himself, louder this time. "Sorry, can't hear you."
"Please!!", he yelled.
"Desperate, are we?", replied the voice.
"Yes! Yes, I'm fucking desperate. Please let me in and play with my cock!"
The door finally opened, and he entered. Out of the dark, a rag of chloroform appeared and quickly knocked him out. When he woke up, he was naked and stretched out on a slightly reclined St. Andrews cross. Several thick leather straps held his body firm. 4 straps each for his arms and legs, two straps across his chest and one across his belly. It was so tight he couldn't move a muscle, but not so tight as to be uncomfortable. His caged cock had been put through a cockboard running across his pelvic area. Not long after he awoke, his tormentor appeared. Masked, dressed in black, burly. Those were all the features that could be distinguished. He wasted no time, and approached the bound and naked man.
"So, you're back", he said.
"Yes", Brian replied, not wanting to meet his tormentor's gaze.
"Why is that?". Brian didn't reply. The tormentor quickly and methodically trapped each of Brian's balls between his thumbs and fingers and squeezed.
"You will answer me slut, is that understood?" Brian's face was twisted in a silent scream of agony, his every muscle straining against his bonds. "You know the drill. One minute of this, on your next transgression it's two minutes, then four, and so on". Brian managed to nod. "So, why are you here?" asked the tormentor again after finally letting go of Brian's balls.
"Because I'm so incredibly horny and need someone to play with my cock", he said, looking down in defeat.
"Yes", the tormentor said, appearing pleased. He started stroking Brian's cock through the bars of the cage. "Like this?"
"Please, remove the cage", Brian pleaded. The tormentor just continued stroking. Brian pleaded again, but still just the incessant stroking.
"I'll make you beg yet, slut". Brian begged and pleaded for what felt like eternity before his tormentor finally unlocked the cage. His cock immediately started growing, but before it could get fully erect, the tormentor put his hand around it, forcing it down. With one hand around the shaft holding Brian's cock downward, the other hand started playing with his cock head. Tickling his peehole, running fingers around his glans, Brian was soon panting heavily.
"Please, let me get hard", Brian moaned. In a split second, the tormentor grabbed his nuts and squeezed so hard Brian got the wind knocked out of him and drifted into the state of silent screaming and straining he experienced earlier.
"No", his tormentor said. "I don't want to let you get hard today. You should thank me for caring enough about your pathetic slut cock that I've made this decision".
Brian gasped out the words. "God...thank you...you're too kind...ugh...thank you". After two minutes, Brian's balls were released and the tormentor went back to playing with Brian's cock head. He brought out a small tube.
"This will be fun" he said wryly, and applied a coating of the gel-like substance to Brian's cock. Was it lube? Kind of. After a while, Brian's cock was overwhelmed with a tingling, burning and itching sensation.
"Oh, jeez!" Brian exclaimed. The feeling left him frustrated to no end, and his tormentor's slow, incessant stroking of his cock head only amplified the feelings. "Please, get me off! Let me cum!" he cried. His tormentor continued his relentless work.
"I will drain you, one drop at a time", he stated matter-of-factly. After what seemed like ages, Brian felt the onset of an orgasm, and started tensing up.
"Oh god..." he moaned. Right before he exploded, his tormentor stopped stroking his cock head and left Brian madly wriggling in his restraints, trying desperately to get some friction from the hand still on his cock. To no avail. Slowly, but surely, one measly drop of cum dripped from his dick, still kept limp by his merciless tormentor.
"That's one drop, slut. I bet you have lots more in there" he said, and started stroking again. Brian screamed.
Brian couldn't remember how long he'd been there, or how he ended up back outside the door fully clothed. He could feel his dick still being locked up, and cursed under his breath. He heard the voice through the door.
"I look forward to your return. I expect it won't be long".
"Fuck you!" he said, half-running as he left. Grudgingly, he realized that the voice was right. He was still horny as hell, and still locked down tightly. He stopped, sighed in defeat and turned around.
"That was fast" said the voice behind the door.
"Fuck you!" he said. The voice laughed.
This is one of the hottest videos I've ever seen. The interaction is excellent, you can hear how desperate the guy is.
This is just the sort of stuff I fantasize about.
The ordeal pt. 1
I figured I'd kick things off by writing out a fantasy of mine. It1ll be in several parts, this is part 1.
I don't know how long I've been in this place. I was walking home from work one night when all of a sudden I got jumped by 5 guys and dragged into a van. I didn't stand a chance. They quickly cut off all my clothes and gagged me tightly. I was strapped to some benchlike contraption, arms up over my head and legs spread wide.
"God damn, that's a nice cock!" I heard one of the voices say. "Yeah, this one's a real find" chimed another.
They were quickly fondling my cock, balls and nipples. A dab of lube was applied to my cock, and my cock was trapped in a neverending tunnel pointing down towards my feet. All the while, someone was playing with my nipples and balls, lightly slapping/sqeezing/pinching/pulling them.
Even though I was terrified, my body responed to the constant stimulation; I felt my cock starting to grow hard. My captors noticed during one of their short breaks while they were changing shifts.
"Whoa, this filthy cock likes it!"
"Yeah, I bet it does! I bet it's got huge amounts of spunk as well!" One of them turned to me and spoke
"Here's what's goint to happen: we're going to keep doing this for a while. If you cum, you're coming with us. If you don't, we'll leave you exactly like this on the side of the road." He stated this matter-of-factly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I quickly realized that they had the upper hand all along. They could make me pop at any minute, but they didn't. Always the downwardsfacing neverending tunnel. My cock wanted so bad to get hard, but couldn't.
After what seemed like an eternity, one of the guys spoke again.
"All right, if this filthy cock doesn't squirt in the next five minutes, we're letting it go". Hope! Maybe I could do it after all?
Their rythm suddenly changed. They became much more methodical. I felt the need to cum even stronger. I struggled to control myself. As they becan to count down from ten, my heart raced. Almost made it! Alas, as the count moved closer to zero I felt myself rapidly approaching the point of no return.
Right the Instant before the countdown reached zero, two things happened: I started cumming, and the stroking stopped; they just held my cock pointin downwards. What?! No! Every muscle in my body strained uselessly against my bonds as the orgasm just puttered away as cum slowly dribbled out of my limp dick.
"Excellent" one of the guys said. "We're bringing this one home, boys!"
Before I knew it, they had wiped my dick clean and I felt a cold metal ring being placed around my package and a metal tube beint threaded onto my cock. My mind just collapsed. Being tied up was one thing, but having my cock locked up was a totally different ballgame. Some strangers had the key (if there even was a key), they might as well release me from the bonds and I'd be just as trapped.
As the van drove on, I was left alone on the bench, my locked-away cock swinging gently around from the moving van. The weight of the cage pressing down on my cock was in itself a turnon, but it could only grow so much.
"Nearly there. Welcome to your new life!"
My head was spinning, both from fear and from unfathomable horniness. What did he mean?
