Day 5: Kryptonite
Can only think about my dick. I’m not the type to go too long with out thinking about it anyway, but this has made it worse. An agreement is struck with the key holder. I get him off, he’ll get me off - if I let him fuck me.
I’ve probably been fucked a total of 3 times in my life, it’s not something I’m generally into. But the simple inability to touch the underside of my cock has created a level of frustration and despair that I had not anticipated. It hasn’t even been a week and the thought of breaking the little plastic nub that separates me from penile freedom has occured to me no less than hourly. I’m no scientist, but I know my dick. The underside of MY cock is the center of my nervous system, the hub of my ever-mindful sensory input, the fulcrum upon which all sensation bends its arc across my own personal universe. And it is no longer under my influence. This has rendered me powerless, hopeless, and Godless.
So with that in mind, I immediately slipped out of my clothes and pulled my ex into the bedroom. I was hoping to be freed prior to the fucking, but no such luck. As soon as he was hard, he was only focused on part 1 of our agreement: “I get him off”. And so I did…well my butt did.
Things were getting a little tight in the cage between my legs by the time he finished with me, but nothing worse than I’d felt several times in the last 5 days. That is until the vibrating bullet was introduced to my tightened nut-sac. Then it was a lot worse. My stifled erection was bulging in a whole new way now. But the vibration wasn’t a satisfaction, it wasn’t sending me careening towards relief like I had thought it would. Because no matter where he place the bullet it couldn’t effectively stimulate my sweet spot. I was at a loss to explain this to my tormentor, it was all blood flow and no pleasure. Then he left momentarily. The “key” was all I could think about. He went to get the key to unlock me!
Of course this isn’t what he came back with, instead he returned with one of my paint brushes. He climbed back into bed, and gently slid the back end of the brush through the pee slit of the device and underneath my dick. This was genius…evil genius…Lex Luthor level, evil genius. The act of massaging my sweet spot along with the vibration set me on the pathway to ejaculation. It didn’t even bother me that I was unable to get fully erect - my universe had sparked back to life. But only for a moment.
He sensed I was there, immediately withdrew the brush and began rubbing my balls and jacking the whole device. I couldn’t stop, I pushed him away and held the device in my own hands as I gushed cum all over myself. My fingers instinctively rubbed the underside of the plastic chastity device as I came, but I felt nothing, there was no pleasure to be had from it. I had cum all over myself, beautiful disgusting cum - that which is typically almost always the sure fire evidence that utter satisfaction has taken place. And yet I hadn’t felt any of it. Not only was my erection stifled, but my orgasm as well. It was wasted. I collapsed in complete frustration, while he laughed at my ruined climax. I was powerless.