Chastity story / The Pump
Haven’t posted for a while, here’s a short story (pure fantasy!) about chastity and some unexpected side effects. Enjoy!
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The Pump
“So it’s the first of January, I control your releases for two months, agreed?”
I looked at John happily and said “yes sir!”
The key twisted in the lock and my cock was caged - in the smallest metal cage we had, barely 1.5 inches long and with a sharp downward curve that meant I felt every attempted erection. John and I had been together 13 years and sex had started to become less frequent, and less fun, until we discovered a mutual love of kink. And chastity play was what really did it for me. We were both notionally switches, and John had even tried a cock cage a couple of times, but we knew who was more into submission. Besides, John had a really wide cock, a generous seven or eight inches long, which made it difficult to fit a cage.
Two months would be my longest lock up yet. John might let me cum during that period, most likely a ruined orgasm, but I knew I shouldn’t rely on even that. I had to accept I might not cum at all. I’d gone 45 days before without orgasm and was happy I could do it.
That first week passed pretty much as expected. John fucked me a couple of times, and came in my face as well, all while I strained. Then on the Saturday he told me to get on the bed and get ready to be handcuffed. I eagerly agreed and was soon spread eagled on my back. John unlocked my cock, which sprang to attention - about six inches when unrestrained. Was I in for some teasing and edging? But no, instead John dived under the bed and retrieved a penis pump. This was new! A little bit of lube and he slipped it on my cock and started pumping. I’d never used one before and after a week without orgasms it felt great... until it didn’t.
“Ah...ow...that’s starting to hurt sir”
“And? Don’t tell me you don’t like a bit of pain.”
He was right of course. I just wasn’t used to this. But I soon settled in and enjoyed the new sensations. I could see my cock getting as erect as it’s ever been, straining past the 6.5” marker on the tube of the pump, and visibly fatter than usual. More worrying was a purple tinge that suggested I might be bruising.
“Isn’t this going to make it harder to get the cage back on sir?” I said, hoping that practicality might cause him to pause.
“Let me worry about that” came the reply
There was nothing for me to do but just lie back and try to get as much enjoyment out of it as I could. After about an hour he took the pump off, gave my cock a couple of teasing flicks, and went to make himself a coffee. I lay there on the bed, watching my sore dick slowly deflate, wondering how on earth it was going to get back into its cage. Another hour later, as I dozed on the bed, John burst into the room, slathered my cock in baby oil and painfully squeezed the cage back on. It all happened so quickly I was barely awake before I heard the click. He smirked at me maliciously. “I figured that was the best way to make sure you didn’t get a hardon so the cage would fit.” He was right, but that didn’t mean that my cock didn’t hurt like hell. It was very red, and the swollen flesh pressed against the bars of the cage. He uncuffed me, flipped me over and fucked me hard. Despite the pain in my cock it felt great to have my ass filled, and we collapsed on the bed afterwards in a sweaty mess. His fat cock lay on his thigh, still slightly engorged as he stroked me and said “You know, if we let your cock free after that ordeal, I think it might be nearly as big as mine. Nearly. But it stays where it is. You know I don’t like the competition.” I laughed.
It took a while afterwards for the swelling in my cock to go down, and for it to start to feel less painful. And every time John fucked me, the straining reminded me of what I had gone through. On the second Saturday, he had me cuffed and spreadeagled again, this time blindfolded which always heightened the experience. The lock clicked open, and my cock sprang out, and it felt virtually recovered from the week before. “There,” he whispered, “but what’s our motto?”.
“Release doesn’t mean release, sir” I said. I knew that just because I was out of the cage didn’t mean I was getting any kind of orgasm. After a while, I heard a fumbling under the bed and the penis pump slid over my cock while John went to work.
“Do you like that?” he asked. “A little” I replied, “But I thought it turned you on to see my cock all small in its cage, won’t pumping make it bigger in the long run?” We’d both seen porn with guys who’d pumped their cocks so hard they’d become enormous, cartoon-like things.
“Maybe, we’ll see.”
John had clearly enjoyed last week’s little adventure, because it followed the same pattern this time. My cock felt bruised, but I couldn’t see what was going on, which meant that after another hard session of pumping my erection went down a bit faster. Lock clicked on, and I got the hardest fucking I’d ever had, which released some of my pent up horniness even if my cock didn’t get the orgasm it craved. When the blindfold came off, I could see that my poor cock was definitely bruised this time, an angry red-blue in the cage. But after a fucking like that I was in no mood to complain. It was a weird kink that John was developing, but I liked that we were still able to surprise each other. It clearly turned him on to do this, which just made me hornier and more eager to please.
In fact the next few weeks became a bit of a blur of being blindfolded, cuffed, unlocked, pumped, locked and fucked. Frustrating as hell, in the best way possible. Yes my dick was constantly bruised, dark purple, and each return to the cage felt like fire, but I always put myself in John’s hands willingly, and it always ended with his cock filling my ass, so I figured it was worth it.
After five weeks of that, I was a bit relieved when he said “Let’s give the pump a rest shall we? That little nub of yours has been through a lot”. “Thank you sir!” I replied. “And if I’m not pumping you, I suppose there’s no reason to let you out of the cage is there?” “Not unless you want me to cum, sir.” “Careful now. You’re not begging to cum are you?” “No sir, I never would!” It was a standing rule that begging to cum could add a week to my lock-up time, and at this point I was close to my cum-free record and knew for sure I didn’t want to go beyond two whole months.
In fact, over the next few weeks, as my cock mended, John was much gentler when we had sex. He fucked me less, but I sucked him off enthusiastically. Finally, the first of March rolled round. I hadn’t been let out of my cage since my last pumping session, but was glad that my cock had had time to heal. The purple had faded to brown, then yellow, and was now back to its usual colour and the swelling had well and truly gone down.
“You know what day it is. Why don’t we start with you cuffed and blindfolded?”
I climbed onto the bed warily. Was he going to get the pump out again? I didn’t want my cock to be so sore that I couldn’t jerk off when I finally got released. But fortunately there was no sound of rummaging. Instead he brought his mouth right to my ear and whispered:
“In fact, you’ve been such a good boy, why don’t I let you fuck me for a change?”
Yes! At that point I couldn’t have loved him more, what a perfect way to end such a long lock-up. John didn’t let me fuck him often - it wasn’t his favourite thing to do, and it had been over 18 months since the last time.
I felt him take the key to my cage and run it slowly down my side, before unlocking the cage and letting my cock free. I felt the blood rush to my dick in excitement.
“Oh no.” he gasped in mock horror. “What?” I said, nervous.
“Well, you know how pumping gives some people big floppy cocks. Do you know how it actually works?”
“No” I replied, confused. Was my cock all swollen?
“Well, the pumping damages the spongy tissue in the cock, and if you pump regularly then that tissue heals while your cock is still swollen, giving you that crazy huge dick look.”
I was really confused now.
“But when I pumped your little nub, we put it back in its cage straight away, and I think it’s had some.. consequences”
“What do you mean? Take the blindfold off!” I said.
“You’re clearly distressed, so I’ll forgive you for not saying please.” John replied, that smile still in his voice.
I felt the blindfold come off and stared down in horror. My cock was erect, I could feel that it was stiff, but you wouldn’t recognise it as an erection. It was tiny and curled downwards, the exact size and shape of my cage.
“It looks like your cock decided that when it healed it made much more sense to heal in the shape of your little caged nub. What use is a big powerful erection if it doesn’t get let out?”
I was speechless.
John came over onto the bed and straddled me, flopping his cock down next to my pathetic excuse for an erection.
“Did I say you could fuck me? Hmmm. That doesn’t seem right somehow. I mean, look at us!”
I was dazed, and angry, and ecstatic, and turned on, and humiliated all at once.
“I’m not even sure you’d enjoy jerking off that silly little thing would you? No I think a cage suits you. Don’t you?”
I didn’t know what to say, so John told me: “Say ‘Please lock me up again sir’”
I paused a little. He had known this would happen, didn’t he? He had reshaped my cock into a tiny nub. But the look he gave me was too much and I crumbled.
“Please lock me up again sir” I croaked.
“Good. And how long for do you think?”
“As long as you want sir” I said, knowing it was the only correct answer.
John gave me a big grin. “Great. In fact I got you a new cage. He held up the tiniest cage I had ever seen, a dome of shiny steel less than an inch long. He had no trouble fitting it over my now-shrivelled dick.
“That fits pretty well!” said John, delighted, “And maybe with a bit of pumping we can get it to fit even better. Now lift your ass in the air, I feel like fucking.”