Ok, so hopefully by now, you have read my very brief introduction on my about me page, however, I now want to tell you how I actually got into chastity.
Many think that chastity is strange. As a man, why would you want to prohibit yourself or allow someone else to prohibit you from playing with your own cock! Well, I used to think that too. Not to blow my own trumpet, but down there, im not small – not big either but some do struggle to take it. So you do have to ask, why would I lock the toy up.
Well, like many guys, one of my favorite things to do were to hook up or put some porn on and spend my time jacking off. This for me at least, started to become less about playing with myself and more about needing to. Almost an addiction. I couldn’t go a single day without knocking at least one or two out or getting a guy round to suck my dick. And as fun as it was, it started to interfere with my everyday life.
All I could think about was what porn I was gonna watch, how long I could jerk for, how many guys I could sleep with. It was a bad time in my life to be honest, and I know that I am not alone in this.
I had always enjoyed kink play. Being tied up and edged for hours, forced to suck a dick and sniff some of the sweatiest pits you could imagine. I loved It! It was on one of these meets that I was first introduced to chastity. My Dom for the meet told me he wanted to put my cock in a cage and tease me. At his mercy, I agreed to allow him to do so and within 30 minutes and a little bit of a struggle, he had managed to place my cock in a plastic cage.
My first thoughts was it was horny. My cock trying to get hard, the O-Ring pulling on my balls, dick struggling and swelling in the cage. The look on my Dom’s face at the time was one of sheer joy. He loved to see me struggle like this. For me, I just thought how odd it was, how uncomfortable it was and how humiliating it was.
The session proceeded and he fucked me senseless, my cock fully locked unable to cum or get hard. After he finished in me, he turned me on to my back and licked my now stressed balls, caressing them, almost caring for them. With a smile on his face he looked at me and told me that he liked my cock all shriveled and struggling. I on the other hand was apprehensive about it. Don’t get me wrong, that fuck session was hot. I was used to not being made to cum from the past edging sessions, but this was somehow different. At least in those past sessions I was able to get hard.
We always ended our sessions with a nice long cuddle. He loved to hold me in his arms, my head pressed gently against his chest, hearing his heart beat and the hairs on his chest tickling my nose. My cock at this point was still in the chastity cage but now no longer strained. Soft and secure, he asked me if I would be willing to wear the cage again. I agreed and told him it was an interesting feeling. He passed me the key and told me this cage was a gift. He wanted me to wear it when ever not playing with myself. Allowing me to explore it on my own terms.
As I left his that night, my cock firmly locked, I was now a locked guy. Unable to touch, unable to cum. As I thought about it on my way home, my cock tried to get hard, the strain in my trackies was real. I could feel precum leak against the inside of the cage. This drove me mad, so much so I even had a taste, something I rarely did.
Over the coming days, I followed my Dom’s advice and tried to wear it as much as possible. My next few blog posts will explore these early days in a hope that it will help you too explore your early chastity life.