The Perfect Chastity Belt?

part 1

I was into chastity for a long time now but I couldn’t seem to find anyone that could help me. Every time I told a girlfriend about it she broke up with me. Keyholders were pointless. They practically gave you the key whenever you wanted it.

My other problem was finding a device that I couldn’t escape from. That was the hardest part. There are many CB’s out there for men but I haven’t found one yet that I couldn’t get out of without the key. I spent a good year researching and finally found a guy that connected me to a woman that claimed she had a CB for a man that no one could escape from. She laughed and said that at least up until now, no one has gotten out of one of her latest device, yet. It was going to cost me a lot of money but if it worked, it would be worth it. The only strange thing was that I had to travel to Wyoming and stay with her for a month. It had to be custom made for me and the only way she could do it was to have me there 24/7. It was no problem. I could easily take off work for a month. I figured Wyoming was a nice place to spend a month anyway.

I arrived at her place of business in the morning with $5000 cash in my case. It was a lot of cash to carry around but that was her requirements. I would stay with her for a month and pay cash. It was a hassle but what the hell. Stay with a nice babe for a month and finally get a device that I can’t escape from.

When the door opened, I was speechless. Here standing in front of me was an elderly woman. I would guess her age between 60 and 65 years old. She was overweight and plain looking with grey hair. I looked her over and guessed that is she didn’t wear a bra; she would probably trip over her own tits. She had me turn around and before I could ask why, she quickly cuffed my hands behind my back. As I started to stammer out some questions, she told me to be quite as she proceeded to cut all my clothes off. I looked around to see if anyone could see but she was pretty isolated and only the birds and squirrels were watching. After I was naked, she pulled me out to the front yard to a large steel pole and used a second pair of cuffs to cuff me to it. I kept asking questions but all I got was one word answers or silence. The last thing she did was attach some type of collar to my cock behind my balls. It was metal with a large type of lump on one side with a large padlock to hold it on. I was getting hard but she didn’t seem to pay any attention to my now hard cock.

I saw her go back to my bags and open the one with the cash in it. She grinned at me as she fondled the money for a minute before going into the house with all my stuff and closing the door. Finally I began to yell some more questions until she scowled at me and held up a small back device and pressed a button on it. I now knew what the collar was. It was one of those shocking pet collars. I don’t know how much they can shock but considering it was attached to my cock and balls, the result was predictable. I let out a yell and fell to my knees. After a minute, I looked up and she was gone. I assume she went back into the house. All I could do is wait.

It was about an hour later when she got into her car and drove away. I called to her until she held up the device for that collar again so I quickly shut my mouth and watched her drive off. I was really getting worried. I had NO idea who this woman was or what she was doing. I waited.

It was an hour later when she drove back up to the garage and went into the house. I waited. An hour later, she walked back out with something metal in her hand. She slid it over my cock and set some locking clips with a large lock to hold it all on. It was obviously a chastity device but it was nothing like I had even seen. I was heavy and I was wondering if this was the device that I had just purchased. She unlocked my cuffs and let me lose. I was curious why she left the shocking collar on me but at this point, I was not going to argue with her. When I started to speak, she scowled at me while holding that little control box up. I followed her and kept quiet.

She led me into the house and into the kitchen. She sat me down, made me a cup of tea and explained what would happen.

Woman: “Here is what will happen. You will remain here for a month. The device you have on was one of my earlier models. I thought it was escape proof but a man in Florida found a way to get it off. Don’t worry. You won’t get it off around here. He used special equipment and few people have access to any type of equipment that he used.”

I began to speak until she held up the control box and once again, pressed the button. I let out a scream and dropped to the floor hold my cock. It didn’t do any good. It still hurt like hell. It felt like my cock and balls were pressed against an electric fence.

She continued: “You have requested my special chastity device. I have been making this model for years and no one has gotten it off without the key. I have offered a $100,000 reward for anyone that can get it off. I assume that you have figured out the collar. I will give you credit. I could train a dog easier than most men that come here. You seem to be learning. You are slow but not as slow as most.”

I had a hundred questions but she was right. If I opened my mouth, she would light my balls on fire again. I listened quietly.

She continued: “You will remain silent unless I ask you a question or give you permission to speak. Do you understand?”

Me: Yes, mistress.”

She grabbed the controller and pressed the button again. I screamed and was rolling around on the floor as she calmly continued.

Woman: “I am not your mistress. You will simply answer me quickly and using a few words a possible. Most of the time, I will ask you simple yes or no questions. Is that clear?”

Me: “Yes.”

The woman smiled and continued: “Maybe you’re not a smart as my dog…anyway, all your possessions are locked in a safe deposit box downtown. The money you brought is now mine. It is gone. You may leave anytime you wish by simply asking but you will not get the money back. It is mine whether you get a device or not. Don’t worry. I have every intention of fulfilling my part of the bargain. I will make your device, return your things and send you on your way. You will be locked up and silent until we are finished. When you leave, you may chatter at whomever you wish to for a long as you want. I don’t care but I hate all that useless conversation. I don’t care about you at all. I don’t care about your life. We are together to do business and nothing more. Is that clear?”

Me: “Yes.”

Woman: “Good. The reason I put you into the device was to give you a taste of your future. You wanted to be locked up and this will let you know who it feels. Don’t worry. I will take it off when you leave and when I need it off for the new device. You will live in the bedroom in the basement. You are free to treat my home as your own as long as you don’t abuse the privilege. If you do, you will leave without the device and the money will still be mine. Is that clear?”

Me: “Yes.”

Woman: “Good, now finish you tea and I will show you to your room.”

I spent the next fifteen minutes drinking tea in silence while she read the paper. After that she gave me to tour of her home and where I would stay. It was actually very nice. My bedroom was no luxurious but it was comfortable and furnished. Except for my car, I was free to wander around, eat and watch TV as I pleased. I was very careful to not be a burden or make a mess. I helped with the housework and yard work whenever I could but she didn’t seem to care one way or the other. There was even a pond nearby that I would walk to just to spend some time alone. She was quite correct. I was free to treat her home as my own. Most of every day, she was in her shop working on my belt. I was taken in to have measurements made and to try on occasionally but that was the only times that I saw what she was doing. It was taking form and beginning to look like a large jockstrap. It was hardened steel with some type of soft material on the inside to prevent chafing. The only thing that I wasn’t sure of yet was the cup area. It was sort of plain looking but then it wasn’t finished yet. I was dying of curiosity but once again, I learned the price of speaking without permission. She was gradually turning the power up on the shock collar until it felt like my balls were going to explode so I stopped asking questions.

In a weird so of way it still felt like a vacation to me other than the fact that after a few days I was horny as hell but since I was continuously wearing her other device, there was nothing I could do. She didn’t even tie me up when she needed to take it off for measurements. I had no clothes and my car was locked up somewhere off her property. She simply said that if I didn’t put it back on or if I jacked off, she would call the cops and tell them I attacked her. I would be locked up and she would have my money. I had no choice and it was doubly frustrating to see my cock free and hard but not be able to touch it. For now, it was hers. She was old and ugly but after a couple of weeks, even she was looking good to me. I found myself fantasizing about her by the end of the month. Still, it was interesting to watch this belt take shape. She was very skilled at what she was doing. I was impressed…and horny as hell.

The end result was pure genius. It sort of looked like a jock strap but was infinitely more complex. The whole thing was made of hardened steel with all the straps being a quarter inch think and three inches wide. There was a softer material that resembled Kevlar but not as rough. I had no idea what it was and couldn’t ask. Inside the cup area was tube for my cock. It had small and somewhat dull spikes all over the inside with a small tube that went about four inches up my piss hole. The cup and buckle stuck out a good half inch to allow for the locking mechanism. I had NO idea how it was built. It couldn’t be seen even with the belt off and it was sealed up tight inside of the steel. The strap went tight up my ass from the cup to the rear of the belt. There was an opening at my asshole to shit through. I was expecting something like that but this once was a little different. It had a mesh material over the shithole. It resembled a chicken wire fence. I realized that when I would shit, it would get a little messy. I still couldn’t speak without getting my balls electrocuted. The piss tube went from the cup down to the shithole so there was absolutely NO way to stand up and piss. The piss would come out down by my ass. The most interesting thing was the key. When I saw it, I knew that the locking mechanism would be escape proof. It was a half inch long and basically a hollow tube. It had several small spike like things on the inside and the outside of the tube. The handle of the key was somewhat conventional with one exception. It would fold up flat so the key would look like a mushroom. She said that she made it that way so I could have the belt on with the key in the lock. The key was made of the same steel as the belt so it would be very hard to damage it or cut it with a torch. The woman was a skilled metal worker. The belt was incredibly comfortable unless I tried to get hard. The short spikes would dig into my cock and the tube up my pisshole would give me a burning sensation but other than that, it felt almost like it was not even there. She put on the belt for a few days to make everything was OK with it before I left.

Soon it was time for me to leave. I was so fucking horny by this point; I was simply agreeing to anything that she said. All I wanted to do it get the fuck away from her. She was polite but not friendly. It was a business deal. Nothing more. Finally, she told me it was time for me to leave.

Woman: “It’s finished. You can leave now. Your car is parked a mile down the road with all your clothes in the back seat. The car keys are buried about a inch down beneath an old willow tree. They’re not hard to find. You may speak now.”

It was strange. I had the new belt on and not the shock collar but I had been so conditioned at this point that I was still silent up until this point. Despite what had happened, I was grateful to her. She had created the perfect chastity belt. It was truly a thing of beauty. There was only one thing that I noticed.

Me: “Where are the keys to the belt?”

Woman: “There is only ONE key. I would suggest that you don’t lose it because I cannot duplicate it. It’s not that I won’t. It because it is not possible to create a key with the belt finished. The locking mechanism is sealed in the steel and I can’t get to it with it on and I can’t get it off without the key.” It’s the whole “chicken and egg” thing.”

Me: “…but where is the key?”

I saw the woman laugh for the first time as she said: “I mailed to your home. It’s not here. You should get it in a week or so. You have ten minutes to get out of my sight or I will call the cops and give then your name, address and a complete description of you and tell them that you attacked me.”

Me: “What if the key is lost in the mail?”

Woman: “I don’t care. That’s your problem now. It’s my way of having a little fun. You have nine minutes.”

I ran down her driveway and headed down the road. I looked down at the belt and for the first time, I was afraid. She was right about my car and clothes. They were right where she said they were. The car keys were easy to find. They were right where she said they would be. Actually I was grateful for the keys being hidden. No one could steal the car that way. I got dressed and headed home. Normally I would have flown home but there was no way I could get through airport security with this thing on. Except when I tried to get hard it was quite comfortable. My only problem was that I was so fucking horny at this point, I was trying to get hard most of the time.

It was a good week later when I got home. I practically raced through the city to the post office to pick up my mail. I was almost shaking with fear until I saw the small package with a postmark from Wyoming. I tore it open and there was my key. I ran to the nearest bathroom and ripped the belt off. I sat on the toilet and jacked off as if I was insane. I shot such a huge load, it sprayed all over myself and my clothes. I sat back with my eyes closed and breathing as if I had just run a marathon. I finally sat up and looked down at the belt on the floor. My anger quickly turned into gratitude and amazement. Despite the fact that I was so pissed at her that I could have tore her head off, I was amazed. She delivered exactly what she said she would…an inescapable chastity belt. I couldn’t walk out with the thing over my shoulder so I put it back on and left clinging to the key to my freedom.

I had no idea what her address was so I sent an email to the original contact who arranged the meeting with her and told him to thank her and that I was completely satisfied. Whether she got the message or not, I have no way of knowing. I never got an answer back.

The belt was perfect but now I had the same problem…Keyholders? I had the same problem as before. Commercial keyholders would hold it for you for a fee but it was too easy to get it back. I had a new problem too. This key was one of a kind and there was NO way to remove the belt without it so I didn’t want to mail it to myself. I could start dating and hope for a relationship with someone that would hold it for me but that would take way too long and I had no intention of settling with a girl just for this.

I put the belt away and decided to give it further thought. I lived in a condo complex and all of us knew each other pretty well. I was outside doing yard work when I looked over at the older lady across the driveway from me. I thought about her for a few minutes until I saw her daughter drive in. We were not really friends but we knew each other through her mother and the fact that I helped her son with some career advice once. I knew she was divorced but I didn’t know much else about her. She wasn’t gorgeous by no means but she was nice looking enough and about my age.

When she got out of her car, I walked over to say hello while trying to figure out a way to use her to solve my problem.

Me: “Hi. How’s it going?”

Daughter (Mary): “HI. I’m doing good. How are you?”

My mind was racing. I cursed at myself for not giving the whole thing some thought before I talked with her.

Me: “I have one little issue that I am dealing with but other than that, I am great.”

Mary: “Come on in and have some coffee with us.”

I accepted and followed her into the house. There was just the three of us sitting and having coffee. For a while, there was nothing but boring small talk and I was still trying to figure out a way to use Mary as a keyhole without freaking her out and I didn’t really want any type of permanent relationship with this women and I couldn’t let anyone in this ultra conservative complex knowing about me. Suddenly I got an idea.

Me: “Mary, I was wondering if you could help me with something. It’s not really a big deal but it would help me a lot.”

Mary: “Sure. What can I do to help?”

Me: “Well, I don’t mean to sound mysterious but I need you to hold something for me but only give it to me once a week.”

Mary: “What is it?”

Me: “Well…it’s a key.”

Mary: “May I ask what it’s for?”

Me: “Well, like I said, I don’t mean to sound mysterious but I would rather not say right now but it would help me a lot.”

Mary smiled and said: “I guess so but I don’t get to town that often. I would have mom do it but she gets forgetful a lot.”

Me: “How often could you get here?”

Mary: “I don’t see mom as often as I would like to with gas prices so high.”

My mind was thinking fast. This might work. She seemed willing to hold the key and yet not ask a lot of questions.

Me: “This is kind of important to me. I could pay you the gas money to bring it here every week.”

Mary: “I can’t let you do that. What is it that it’s so important?”

Me: “Well, it’s a key to a box. You see, I am trying to quit smoking and I will keep a pack of cigarettes locked up in it.”

Mary: “Can’t you just get more?”

Me: “I guess I could but we live so far away from the city that it would be a half hour of driving. I would have the same gas problem. I really could but my therapist says that this will work. He says it’s “symbolic” or something like that. He says that it would make having a cigarette too inconvenient and it would help me to quit. I told him I’d try it.”

I could see her mind thinking the problem over. She was not stupid but she had no idea what therapists were like. IN fact, neither did I but the story sounded reasonable. The real funny part is that I don’t smoke but they didn’t know that. 

Mary: “It sounds a little strange to me.”

I chuckled and said: “Me too but he says that he’s had success with it before.”

Mary: “Can’t he just hold the key?”

Me: “He says it has to be an acquaintance and not him or a friend. It has to be someone that won’t give it to me except at the prearranged times.”

Mary: “Well, I guess I could. I usually come and see mom every two weeks and I can’t afford to come every week. Is that ok?”

I was so close but I didn’t want to be locked up for two weeks.

Me: “I will pay you some gas money. This is very important to me. I really want to quit smoking and this is the only way to do. My doctor says that the timing is critical and has to be handled according to the schedule that he has laid out for me.”

Mary: “I guess that I could. Where’s the key?”

Me: “I will go get it.”

I practically ran home. I jacked off one last time and quickly put the belt on before I chickened out. I was still forced to admire that old woman. The craftsmanship was truly wonderful. The thing fit like a glove and was quite comfortable as long as I was trying to get hard. I sat down and handed her the key. She looked down at it with a confused look. This weird key was one of a kind and I knew she had never seen it before.

Mary: “This is the key? It’s weird looking. What kind of box takes this type of key?”

I smiled. I had already worked out a story. The only problem was if she wanted to actually see this strange box that didn’t exist.

Me: “It’s an old box that my grandfather made. He was a metal worker and built it to hold his important papers. It is symbolic. He smoked a lot and died of lung cancer so every time I look at it, it will help me to NOT smoke.”

Mary: “…but this key is so strange…”

Me: “He built the lock and the key. This is not a perfect plan but my therapist says the he has seen this work on others already.”

Mary: “How do I know that you don’t have cigarettes all over the house?”

Me: “I want to quit and to do that would be stupid. I would be wasting my time and money. Please don’t lose it. It’s the only one to that box and it is the only thing of my grandfather that I have left.”

Mary put the key in her purse and we all went back to coffee and boring conversation. I was pretending to be interested once again so the two of them would begin to accept me as part of their little group. It was a couple of hours later when Mary had to leave for home. We said our good byes as she got into her car.

Mary: “I will be back next Sunday but I will need at least thirty dollars for gas money or I can’t make it.”

I handed her thirty dollars and said: “That’s no problem. Here’s for next week. I will see you next Sunday.”

I watched her drive away and smiled. This might work. My only problem was if she got into a car accident or something. I almost laughed at the whole story. My grandfather lived in Cleveland and he was an ass-hole. I hadn’t seen him in fifteen years. I made small talk with her mother for a while and finally went home. Things were perfect. My cock was locked up tight and the key was on its way to…it suddenly occurred to me that I had NO idea where Mary lived. It was no big deal. Her mother was right next door.

I grabbed a beer and sat down to watch a good movie. The belt was comfortable enough and I had just jacked off so I got into the movie and finally went to bed. The next morning, I was not quite awake yet and I reached down for my cock and touched only the metal of the belt. I smiled. I wanted to jack off like I did every morning but that was now a thing of the past. I went to work, horny but feeling good. This is what I had worked for. I was trapped in an inescapable belt with the one and only key, a hundred miles away in someone else’s home. I let out a subtle grunt as my cock tried to grow but couldn’t. The device just squeezed my cock and balls. It wasn’t really painful but it was VERY uncomfortable.

I spent the whole day at work getting hornier by the minute. Normally I could go a day or so without jacking off but the belt squeezing my cock and balls was a constant reminder that It was out of my reach. I stopped and the bar on my way home to get a drink and hopefully take my mind off my cock. It was a bad idea. The pace was full of women. It felt like my cock was having the life squeezed out of it. I swallowed my drink and went home. I felt like an idiot. I had gone for days before without jacking off but why was this different. Finally I turned on the TV and lost myself in another movie.

My whole week went like this with one exception. This belt was becoming unbearable. Each day was more torture than the previous day. Finally the weekend came and I just stood by the door and watched down the street for Mary’s car to arrive. I literally put a chair by the window and stared at my neighbor’s house. It was about 2PM when her car pulled into the driveway. I almost ran out the door. I was so fucking horny by now, I couldn’t even think straight. I had to mentally concentrate and force myself to act normally as she walked up to my door and knocked.

Me: “Hi Mary.”

Mary: “Hi. Here’s the key. I’ll be at my mother’s house when you are finished with it.”

Me: “Thanks.”

I slammed the door and jammed the key into the lock and felt it click open. I didn’t even go to the bathroom. I lay down right there in the front hallway and grabbed my rock hard cock. I jacked and pulled on it as if my life depended on it. It took only about 15 seconds and I shot a huge load all over myself and the wall. Usually I would lay back with my eyes closed and enjoy it but cumming once was not enough. I kept pulling on my cock so hard that I thought I would yank it off. A minute later, I was shooting another load all over myself. It wasn’t as large but after the second orgasm, I lay there spread eagle on the floor with cum all over myself and the wall. It was a good five minutes later when I opened my eyes and sat up. I looked at my cum all over myself and the wall. It was a true testament to how horny I was. It looked like a horse came all over the place.

I looked at the belt and thanked the woman that made it. It was perfect. I never had such a great orgasm before.  I cleaned up, put the belt back on and got dressed. I was still amazed at how comfortable it was. I flipped the key over in my hand and walked over to my neighbor’s house to give the key back to Mary. She and her mother were sitting at the table with coffee just chatting and catching up. They thanked me for allowing Mary to visit every weekend instead of every other weekend. I was almost shaking as I slid the key across the table to Mary. She smiled and put it in her purse.

Mary: “How does this work? Do you smoke a cigarette every weekend?”

I had to think fast. I had NO idea what kind of therapy something like this would be and I had to make up a believable story.

Me: “Yes. I smoke a couple of cigarettes and then lock the pack back up. I have been craving one all week but I am determined to quit.”

Mary: “It still sounds weird but as long as it helps I will do what I can to help you.”

Me: “Thank you.”

My cock was straining against the belt already. I had given serious thought to keeping the key but this is what I wanted. Still, it was difficult to give the key back. I gave her another $30 and went home. I took a look back at her car and started to clean the house to keep my mind occupied until she left.

It was about five weeks later when I was sitting in my usual position. I was sitting by the front window waiting for her car. I would think that this would get more tolerable over time but it was getting worse. I decided to keep the key this time and do something else. I watched and wondered as I saw a different car pull up. A man stepped out and knocked on the door. The old woman was obviously happy to see him. She smiled and gave him a big hug and led him into the house. I just sat there and waited for Mary to show up. It was about an hour later when the man knocked on my door.

Me: “Hi. What can I do for you?”

Man: “Hi. My name is Brian. I am Mary’s brother. She said she can’t make it this weekend so she gave me this key to give to you.”

Brian held up the key but when I reached for it, He put it back into his pocket.

Me: “I just need it for a few minutes or so. It is helping me quit smoking.”

Brian chuckled and said: “Mary told me about the whole thing. Where is this mysterious box? I want to see it. Why do you only have one key? Are you simply cheating and smoking whenever you want to?

I was getting nervous. There was no box to show him.

Me: “It’s not here right now. I had to have it repaired. That is the only key. It would be pointless to cheat when I want to quit.”

Brian smiled and said: “Fine. I will be here for a couple of hours. Go get it and I will give this to you.”

He held out the key but when I grabbed for it, he laughed and pulled it back. He was bigger than I was so there was NO way for me to take it from him. He was still chuckling as he walked back to his mother’s house. I just stood there staring at him as he left. Fear was crawling up my spine. What the hell was I going to do? There was NO box to show him. It was a couple of hours later when he came back.

Brian: “Well, where’s the box?”

Me: “I couldn’t get it today. The shop was closed.”

Brian: “That’s bull shit. If you couldn’t get the box then why would you want this key so badly? Here’s the deal. You will not get this key back until you show me what it’s for. This doean;t fit no damn box. This is a weird key and I am curious what it opens.”

Me: “I can’t get the box today. Just give me the key and I will give it back you Mary next weekend and start over.”

Brian smiled and said: “I don’t think so. I live in town here and I told Mary that I could keep the key for you. It is too hard for her to keep driving this far every weekend. She is so concerned about your smoking. I’ll see you next weekend.”

As Brian walked away, I yelled: “Wait!”

Brian kept walking and yelled back: “I’ll see you next weekend, dude.”

I yelled again but he just got into his car and drove away. I began to rub the outside of the belt but it was no use. I needed that key. My cock was once again straining against the belt but it was no use. It was trapped. The entire week was hell for me. I found myself rubbing the outside of the belt almost continuously all week. I even spent a great deal of time on my hands and knees humping the air. I began to try and push my finger up my ass but the screen covered my ass hole. I took walks in the country and spent some time jogging. It helped a little but my mind was now focused continuously on my cock trying to escape its metal prison.

Next weekend, Brian pulled back into his mother’s driveway and went into the house. I had been racking my brain as to what I was going to do. I couldn’t keep making excuses about a box that didn’t exist. I took a deep breath and simply decided to tell him the truth. I had no choice. Unless he found out what the key was for, he would never give me the key. An hour later, he knocked on my door.

Brian: “Well? Have you decided to show me what this key opens? If you give me one more story about a box that doesn’t exist, I will keep this key for good. Spill it dude.”

My shoulders slumped.

Me: “Come on in. I will show you.”

I opened my pants a little and showed the belt to him.

Me: “It opens this.”

He just stared at it for a few seconds before speaking. I could see his momentary confusion.

Brian: “Take your pants off. I want to see the whole thing.”

Me: “Just give me the key.”

Brian: “You are in no position to make demands. Drop them!”

I slumped and pulled my pants down.

Brian: “Strip. Take off everything.”

Me: “Come on. Just give me the key.”

He scowled at me and said: “I’ll see you next weekend. You’re not getting it until you show me the whole thing.”

As he turned to walk away, I quickly began to pull my clothes off and yelled: “Wait. Here it is. See?”

Brian turned around and looked.

Brian: “Turn around and bend over. I want to see all of it.”

I turned around but stood up straight. But when I looked back at him, he was walking away. I quickly bent over and yelled: “Here it is. See?”

Brian: “Too late dude. I’ll be back next weekend.”

Me: “Wait! Please!?”

He drove off.

Continued in Part2………

The Perfect Chastity Belt?

part 2

He demanded to see what the key opened and I had dropped my pants just enough for him to see the front of the belt. He just stared at it for a few seconds before speaking. I could see his momentary confusion.

Brian: “Take your pants off. I want to see the whole thing.”

Me: “Just give me the key.”

Brian: “You are in no position to make demands. Drop them!”

I slumped and pulled my pants down.

Brian: “Strip. Take off everything.”

Me: “Come on. Just give me the key.”

He scowled at me and said: “I’ll see you next weekend. You’re not getting it until you show me the whole thing.”

As he turned to walk away, I quickly began to pull my clothes off and yelled: “Wait. Here it is. See?”

Brian turned around and looked.

Brian: “Turn around and bend over. I want to see all of it.”

I turned around but stood up straight. But when I looked back at him, he was walking away. I quickly bent over and yelled: “Here it is. See?”

Brian: “Too late dude. I’ll be back next weekend.”

Me: “Wait! Please!?”

He drove off. I just stood there in my doorway naked as he drove off. My shoulders slumped. I was so afraid but at least my mind was off my cock but it didn’t last long. It was over two weeks since I jacked off. It was another LONG week for me. My job was beginning to suffer too. I was so fucking horny, I sat around most of the time rubbing the crotch of my belt. I even tried hitting it with a hammer but it was no use. The woman that made it was an expert. As I thought of her, I decided to try and contact her but it was no use. The contact guy told me that she had already told me that she would not and could not help me. He laughed and said that I was an idiot to lose the key or give it to someone else.

It was another long week but I was so fucking horny that I simply decided that I would show him the belt so I could get my key back. It was another Saturday when I saw him pull into his mother’s driveway again. A couple of hours later, he knocked on my door.

Brian: “Well?”

I slumped, took off my clothes, turned around and bent over. I gave him a minute and stood back up.

Brian: “Nice. What’s with the screen over your ass? Isn’t that a little messy?”

Me: “That’s the way it was made. I had no choice. May I have the key now?”

Brian: “I tell you what. I will give you the key for $500.”

Me: “$500!? I don’t have that kind of money. Can I give you $100?”

Brian: “Well, ok.”

He followed me into the house and I dug $100 out of my wallet and gave it to him.

Me: “Now give me my key back.”

He laughed and said: “I said it will cost you $500. It was your idea to give me $100. I never said I would give you the key for ONLY $100. Where my $500?”

Me: “I have to go to the bank to get it. I’ll be back in an hour.”

Brian: “Next week, then. I have to go now. See you next Saturday.”

As he walked away, I yelled for him but he just ignored me. As he drove off, I banged my fists on the wall in frustration. I ran to the living room and began to hump the arm of my lounge chair. I was crazy with lust. I spent the next half hour humping the chair before finally giving up.

It was another week of hell and my work was suffering. This is NOT what I wanted at all. At least he was going to give me the key. It would cost me $500 but I would get it back. I was already thinking of some other way to satisfy my fantasy. All the ugly women at work were already looking gorgeous to me. I kept wondering what their pussies tasted like. Soon it was Saturday again and I took my usual position looking for his car to arrive. I had the $500 in my hand as I watched him go into his mother’s house. I cursed under my breath. I wanted those keys NOW! It was about two hours later when he knocked at my door again.

I shoved the money into his hand and said: “Here’s the money. Give me the key.”

Brian: “Thanks, dude.”

He quickly grabbed my wrists and pulled some hand cuffs out from his coat and cuffed me to the iron railing on the porch so my hands were behind my back. He took my belt key and stuck it in my mouth.

Brian: “There’s your key, dude. See ya later. Thanks for the money.”

As he was walking away, I yelled: “Untie my hands! What the hell is this!?”

He laughed and said: “I never said I would unlock you. I simply said I would return the key. Don’t worry. I have NO intention of leaving you here like this.”

I relaxed a little. I would finally get out of this belt.

Brian: “If I left you here, someone would eventually unlock you but I have a better idea. You will do what I tell you or I will lose this key so no one will ever find it.”

I snarled: “What do you want. I already gave you $500. I can’t afford any more money.”

Brian: “That’s OK. You will earn the money.”

He took the key and locked it in his car and returned.  He unlocked my hands and pulled me into the house. I had no chance to best him in a test of strength and I didn’t want to at this point anyway. He still had my key. He pushed me down to the floor and when I looked back at him, he had his very large cock out. It was over 7 inches long. He roughly grabbed my head and rammed his cock down my throat. He pulled out a little as I gagged and coughed.

Brian: “Suck it bitch. Your ass is now mine.”

He kept ramming his cock in and out of my mouth until he shot his load. It hit the back of my throat and I coughed and chocked it back out onto the floor. It tasted awful. I was not gay and had no intention of ever sucking a cock. I looked up at him but before I could speak he spoke to me.

Brian: “This is your life now, bitch. You will be taught to be the best cock sucker in the state. Come with me. We have some work to do.”

He let me get dressed and took me to the bank and closed all my accounts and took my money. I kept objecting but it just made him angry. He told me that if I kept being a little bitch about everything, he would not only lose the key but he would kick my ass. I kept quiet. Next we went and did all the paperwork to put my house and car in his name. It would take a few days but it was done. I stopped complaining and began to beg him to release me. He just slugged me in the stomach and laughed. I crumpled to the floor and kept coughing for over five minutes. He grabbed my collar and dragged me back to what used to be my car.

Brain: “We have one more stop, dude. You’re going to quit your job.”

Me: “How will I survive?? You took my car. Now you want me to quit my job??”

Brian: “Stop whining. II will let you live in MY house as long as you do as your told. Actually, you can leave anytime that you want to but you will never see that key again if you do. Decide now.”

I slumped and said: “I will stay.”

He just laughed as we drove to my job so I could quit. Now I had nothing. I had been stripped of my life in one day. As I walked back to the car, he said: “Strip!”

Me: “…but…someone might see…”

He slugged me again. As I crumpled to the ground, he walked around and opened the trunk. He stood over me and yelled: “I said STRIP!” I quickly took my clothes off and gave them to him. I saw him put my wallet and personal items in his pocket before he picked me up and threw me into the trunk of his new car. As shocked as I was, I was still horny as hell. It was over four weeks since I had cum. I reached down and began to rub the crotch of my belt and soon cursed the woman that made it. It was about a half hour later when the trunk opened and he pulled me out. I was home or at least what used to be my home. It was now his. I kept thinking that I should have just tried to survive with the belt on but now it was too late. I had nothing! I was no one.

He took me to the kitchen and threw all my ID into the sink and lit it all on fire and burned it so there was nothing left. I pleaded with him but he just slugged me again and told me to shut up. He sat down and waited for me to recover.

Brian: “We have one more little job to do. I know it’s been a busy day for you but this won’t take long.”

We spent the next couple of hours throwing away every bit of clothing that I had. He hogtied me and threw all my clothes away. I had no idea where he went but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t follow him anyway. All I could do is lay there and wait. It was about an hour later when he returned and untied me.

Brian: “He’s the deal. You are now my bitch and will do as your told. The key is in a safe place. Well, it is relatively safe. It is now sitting on a railroad track. A single train goes though each day at 6AM. I will go there each morning and move it until the train is past and then put it back on the track. This way you won’t get any funny ideas. No one knows where it is except me.”

Me: “How will I survive? How will I pay the bills?”

Brian: “Don’t worry. I will take care of all that and I will bring you food. Now stay here. I have work to do. I own a construction company and I have work to do over the weekend. There will be a few modifications to my home.”

Brian left and drove away. I could only wait. I was naked except for the belt so I couldn’t go anywhere. I lived just out of the city and he had my car keys. I wouldn’t anyway. I needed that key and the idea of it sitting on a train track scared the shit out of me. I sat around on the internet and watched TV all day.

It was about 9AM the next morning when he returned. He led me to the utility room on the basement and handcuffed me to a large sewer pipe. He left and closed the door behind him. I was locked up in a tiny dark room. I am not sure how much time had passed but I heard a lot of noise. It was pounding and sawing. There was obviously some type of construction going on. It was a long time later when the noise stopped and Brian returned. He had a couple of blankets, a bucket and a bottle of water. He also had a 6 foot chain that he used to chain me to the pipe. He reached around and threw some food scraps on the floor.

Brian: “This is your bedroom for a few days. I will be back in the morning. Don’t worry if I’m late. I am just moving your key.”

With that he laughed and closed the door, leaving me chained up and in the dark. I was hungry but I had no intention of eating scraps from the floor. I curled up in the blankets and just sat there until I fell asleep. I awoke to the construction noise again. I assumed it was morning. I couldn’t tell. I was already losing track of time but it felt like a few hours went by when he walked in and threw some more food scraps on the floor.

Brian: “Here’s breakfast, dude. I would suggest that you keep eating. I am almost finished so don’t worry. I have no intention of keeping you locked up down here. You are no good to me this way. I do need a good blow job before getting back to work. You need the practice anyway.”

With that, he dropped his pants and grabbed my head and ears and shoved his cock down my throat again. I just gagged again as he rammed his cock down my throat and fucked my mouth. It was a couple of minutes later when he stiffened up and rammed his cock all the way into my mouth. I was turning red and almost passing out when he suddenly pulled out and pushed me to the floor. I was gagging and coughing on his cum. It was spraying all over the floor and I was gasping for breath. It was gross. His cum tasted awful! He walked away and laughed.

Brian: “You need a lot more practice, dude but don’t worry. I will make you the best cock sucker in the state.”

The door slammed shut, leaving me still coughing and spitting out his cum. The construction started again. It appeared that they all took a lunch. I was certainly getting hungry and could still smell the food on the floor. It was mixed with my own piss smell from the bucket that I had used already. It was a few hours later when he returned.

Brian: “I’m not quite finished. We will be back tomorrow. Here’s some more water and food.”

He threw me another bottle of water and more food scraps onto the floor. He slammed the door on the way out. I was left in the dark again for the night. Just like yesterday, I awoke to the construction again. It went on for a few hours before it stopped again. Brian didn’t show up for another couple of hours but the noise was gone. Everything was quiet. I just sat there curled up in my blanket and waited, praying that he moved the key that morning. It was a couple hours later when he walked in. At least I assumed it was. I had NO idea what time it was.

He dropped his pants and walked over to me and grabbed my head again. I tried to pull away but he just back handed me across the face before ramming his cock down my throat again.

Brian growled: “Suck it, bitch or you will spend a long time down here!!”

I had no choice as he rammed his cock down my throat again. He pumped away as I was trying desperately to breath. It was just like the day before. I was seeing stars and on the edge of passing out when he stiffened up and shoved his cock full into my mouth. I felt his cum spatter all over the inside of my mouth but at this point, I couldn’t swallow or spit. He pulled out and left me coughing and gasping for breath as his cum sprayed out of my mouth.

Brian laughed and said: “It looks like you will need a lot of practice. Come on.”

He unlocked me and kicked me in the ass out the door. I was still catching my breath as I staggered up the stairs with him right behind me. I walked into the living room and looked around. My office was cleared out and there were several types of weird furniture and equipment of some kind but the most prominent thing was the windows and the doors. All the windows were replaced with the thick heavy unbreakable windows that they use on high skyscrapers. There were also heavy bars on all the windows. There was NO back door anymore and the front door was built like the door to a vault. There was one VERY HEAVY lock that required a key to open. There was a curious little opening on the door at about waist level. He spent a few minutes explaining my new home.

Brian: “Here is the deal, dude. This is your new home. You will never leave this building again. You are here for the sole purpose of entertaining me and earning a little pocket money for me.”

He pushed to the door and continued.

Brian: “You see that small opening? It is your special opening. I will only tell you once so pay attention or you will be punished and I don’t mean he basement. There are more severe punishments for you than that.”

I looked at the small opening and said: “I don’t understand. What is that for?”

Brian grinned and said: “Whenever you here the doorbell rings, you will come to the door and get on your knees. If you see a cock stick through that opening, you WILL suck it until it sprays cum down your throat.”

Me: “What if it’s someone else? AM I supposed to answer it?”

Brian: “Don’t bother trying. No one can open the door from either side without the key and the door is soundproof.”

Me: “I am not sucking cocks! You promised to give me the key.”

He balled up his fist and slugged me in the stomach again. I crumpled to the floor, coughing and choking. He gave me a kick in the head and waited. After a couple of minutes, he continued.

Brian: “You are a slow learner. You are here to entertain me and suck cock. If you don’t behave, I will drive you into the desert and leave you there.”

It was at that moment that the doorbell rang. I crawled to my knees and looked up at the door. The cover of the small opening slid open and someone’s cock came through. It was not as large as Brains cock but it was hard as a steel pole and the balls were very large.

Brian kicked me in the ass and yelled: “Get to it, bitch or I will forget to move that key tomorrow morning!! SUCK IT!!”

I slowly moved toward the strange cock but it was evident that I was not fast enough. Brian grabbed my head and forced open my mouth. He rammed my head so the cock was jammed down my throat just like his. I began to gag and couch again. He let my head go and as I pulled away, he hit me in the head again with the back of his fist. I fell to the floor.

Brian: “Get up there and suck!!! I don’t have all day to wait!!”

I was still moving slowly but he just watched this time. I slowly took the cock into my mouth. I winced. It was gross. I had no desire to suck a cock but at this point, I had no choice so I began to suck and lick it like a lollypop. It was clear that I had NO idea what I was doing and I was apparently moving too slow.

Brian: “Come on, bitch. I don’t have all day. In fact that train is due in an hour and I’m not leaving until he is satisfied and you have swallowed it all.”

I shuddered in fear at the thought of being locked up permanently and now I had nothing. I was a “non-person” at this point. I didn’t exist. I began to suck it harder and faster. Whoever he was, he was moving around a little but if he was making noise, I couldn’t hear him. I began to cry but kept sucking. Despite all that was happening, I hadn’t cum in a month. I was still so fucking horny I could explode. Soon the guy shot his load. At first I jerked back. It was a reflexive thing but the result was that his cum sprayed all over my face and the floor. Brian kicked me in the side as he yelled again.

Brian: “You are such a stupid person. Let me explain. A good cock sucker swallows everything without making a mess. Now clean up that mess. If the person is satisfied, he will knock once. If you did a crappy job, he will knock twice. This is for your benefit. If I get too many bad reports about you, you will be punished so I suggest that you learn how to suck a cock real fast!”

I began to get up but he just kicked me back to the floor.

Brian: “Not that way, you idiot! Lick it off the floor! NOW!”

I slowly leaned down and lick the cum off the floor as he just stood over me. When I was finished, the cock was gone.

Brian: “Good. Now stand up. I need to show you one more thing.”

He pointed to the ceiling and I noticed a small camera.

Brian: “I have this entire house wired with cameras. You will be watched. If you slack off or do something stupid like giving a hand job and not sucking the cocks dry, you will discover the true meaning of punishment. Do you understand!?”

Me: “Yes…yes. I understand.”

Brian laughed and said: “Smile, you’ll be on the internet for all to watch. Well, anyone that pays the monthly fee can watch. There are many ways that you will be earning money and this is one of them. Oh, one other thing, don’t even try to disable the cameras or I will let the train smash your precious key. The spare room is locked and you will stay out of it. It has a camera too incase you get foolish.”

Me: “What’s in the room?”

He laughed and said: “You will find out soon enough. Remember! When the doorbell rings and a cock sticks through that little opening, you had better suck it dry as if your life depended on it.”

Me: “What if I’m in the shower or the bathroom?”

Brian: “You will have 30 seconds to get your mouth on that cock. You shower time is between 9AM and 9:15AM. If your taking a shit or piss, that’s your problem. You will have 30 seconds or you will be punished. Do NOT underestimate my punishments. They will be long and painful.”

Me: “What about food?”

Brian: “I will bring you food once per week. You had better hope I don’t get into a car accident or something.”

With that, he laughed and left. I heard the door lock make a loud click as I watched him drive away. I glanced at the cameras as I went downstairs to clean up the little room that was my home for the last 3 days. I was wondering if anyone was watching me but it didn’t really matter. I couldn’t do anything about it anyway. There were so many things that could go wrong. What if he did get in an accident? What if he had a heart attack or something?

I was just finishing cleaning that little room when the doorbell rang. Fear gripped my heart as I ran up the stairs and saw another cock sticking through the door. I got down on my knees and slowly licked it a little bit. Suddenly there was two very loud knocks on the door. Apparently whoever it was wanted me to suck it harder and faster. I took it into my mouth and began to bob my head up and down the shaft as far as I could go. There was two more loud knocks. I wasn’t sure what to do. I was sucking and licking as hard and fast as I could. It was so gross but I had no choice. I treated it like going to the dentist. I kept trying as hard as I could. Finally he shot his load. I jerked back like before and got sprayed in the face and all over the floor. There were two loud bangs on the door as the cock pulled away and the little door closed. I was going to clean up the mess but when I glanced at the camera, I rubbed it off my face with my fingers and licked them clean. I knelt down and licked the floor clean too.

Just as I stood up, the phone rang. I looked at the phone and saw that it had no dial. It was for incoming calls only. It was Brian.

Brian: “That was a test you stupid son of a bitch! You will now be punished when I get finished with work today.”

Me: “…But…but I tried…”

Brian: “Shut the fuck up! Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to have you pull away just as the customer cums!!?? You not only DIDN’T satisfy him, you actually made him more frustrated. Now I will have to give him a double refund. You will learn the price of failure.”

With that, he slammed the phone down. I was afraid but I could do nothing. I kept wondering what type of punishment I was going to get. I just sat down and watched some TV. He took my internet away and my cable but I could still get the three major networks. It was an hour later when the doorbell rang again. I ran to the door and saw another cock sticking through the small opening. It was average size and thinker than normal but rock hard. I got down on my knees and once again began to suck and lick. I was still grossed out and I was concentrating on not repeating my mistake earlier. My jaw was getting tired but soon another load of cum was shot into my mouth. Like before I jerked but had enough presence of mind to keep sucking. His cum filled my mouth and squirted out onto the floor. Swallowing still grossed me out. The cock pulled away followed by two knocks on the door. I slumped in failure. The knocks were not loud and angry knocks like before but there was defiantly two knocks.

I looked down at the floor at the little spots of cum and sighed. It would appear that I would be swallowing the cum anyway. I glanced at the camera again and licked the floor clean. There were two more cocks that I sucked that day until Brian arrived. All the cocks I sucked received two knocks and Brian was angry. He didn’t even say anything. He slugged me in the stomach again and dragged me into the spare room where all the weird equipment was. He handcuffed me to some eye bolts in the ceiling so my feet were just off the floor. He blindfolded me and gagged me with a large ball gag. What happened next gave me hope. I heard a click and felt my belt being pulled off. My cock and ass were feeling fresh air for the first time in over a month. Next, he put a spreader bar on my ankles so my legs were spread wide open.

I suddenly let out a scream that would have been heard in Chicago if I didn’t have a gag in my mouth. Brian had hit me in the balls with something hard…a baseball bat or something like that. I screamed and tried to curl up to protect myself but I couldn’t. There was a second hit. The pain was incredible and I must have passed out. The next thing I felt was cold water in my face. I tried to speak but all that came out was muffled mumblings. Brain didn’t say anything. I felt something being attached to my balls. It felt like two small sticky things. The next thing I felt on my already aching balls was a jolt of electricity and I felt from head to toe. It felt like my balls were going to explode. Once again, I passed out. When I woke up, I was lying on the floor in the living room with my belt back on. The door to the spare room was once again closed and locked. My balls felt like they were run over by a car and electrocuted.  I plopped onto the couch and curled up into a ball. It couldn’t have been ten minutes when the doorbell rang…….