Full Chastity Belt Male Novels & Stories

She couldn’t stand in front of God and all their guests and marry Clint , no matter what the ceremony meant or didn’t mean to him, unless she knew. She had to know if she could do this with him and not feel like she was dying inside. He growled in frustration when he came to all the hooks on the corset. “All these damned buttons and hooks. Why not lock yourself in a chastity belt?” She sucked in a breath as he squeezed the corset tighter to release her from it one small hook at a time. When she was nude, he worked quickly to

I managed to remove the belt from the belt holes completely and threw the belt on the floor; it landed on the floor, the metal part connecting with the hardwood with a thud that echoed in the room. I moved on to his zipper next, undid it, and then I pulled down his pants down his thigh, heavy breaths left my mouth and I looked down to watch my hand frantically pulling down his pants. The next stop was his briefs. They were a black pair of Calvin Klein's ; the tight and light fabric did little to hide the prominent bulge of his obvious erection.

He watched me writhe beneath him, trembling uncontrollably as fire and ice ravaged my senses. "That overheated little clit of yours needed cooling off... so she can handle what's coming next-complete. Fucking. Ruin." He reached down and picked up a leather belt from the floor. The metal buckle-cold, heavy, ornately carved-slithered across my exposed skin like a sentient predator. It traced the tight line of my waist, my quivering abs, before circling back to my flushed, throbbing clit. Then it struck.

I was a little confused, not sure why he was saying that. He forcefully pulled my hand close to the belt, and my palm did feel the quality of the belt, but I also felt the muscles of his abdomen at the same time. I tried to break away, but he wouldn't let me go. "My belt is made of the best cowhide and can withstand a hundred kilograms of tension. If you do more than you should, I'll strip you naked, hang you up and whip you with this belt until you can't cry out." I was so stunned that I no longer dared to move.

"Let's see if they lied. Use that mouth. I want to feel how much you fear me." He unbuckled his heavy leather belt, the sound of the metal clinking making her flinch. When he freed his cock, Maya’s breath hitched. He was massive, dark, and pulsing with a life of its own. The knot at the base was already swollen, a blunt reminder of the "breeding" that was to come. "Open," he commanded.

And instead of him gaining an erection, his manhood was shrinking. His lack of response was boring Rolph out so he brought out another bottle of pills and forced it down Ben's mouth with the wine. He stood up, went to the wall hanger and selected a chastity belt with a cock casing. He then released the boy's legs, untapped the vibrator, suited him up with the belt, encased the jelly penis with the cock ring left on- in the cock case. He then walked out of the room. Rolph was pissed.

It felt lewd just to hold it in her hands. She worked out the chastity belt. It was how Heath had described, like pulling on underwear, with a strap like a g-string connected to a belt that went around her waist. Both were adjustable by buckle. Most disturbingly, there was a chain with a padlock that would prevent the removal of the device once it was buckled in place. “We will be late to class,” he observed. She was panting with stress, and yet, somewhere behind the panicked embarrassment and resentment… she was turned on.

"Honestly, Gabe, you sound like a jealous boyfriend." Before I could shoot back an insult, he walked over to the door and bolted it shut. The heavy click of the lock resonated through the quiet room. He walked back toward the wardrobe, his movements deliberate. He took off his shirt slowly, hanging it up on a hanger without breaking eye contact. Then, in a fluid casual motion, he unfastened his belt and pulled it from his trouser loops. The trousers fell slightly, revealing the distinct bands of his Calvin Klein boxers.

I was squirming wildly beneath him, my fingers clawing at the sheets as my back arched off the table… This was so good. "Ah! AH! AH!... You're... too much! Fuck don’t stop… nooo stop" "You're too loud, Leah," his deep, muffled voice rumbled from behind the mask. Without a single word of warning, he stepped back just enough to reach for his waist and with a swift snap, he unbuckled his belt and parted his zipper, freeing his massive, throbbing cock into the dim light of the room. It was thick, rock-hard, and glistening and damn it was big and beautiful… Eight inches if I wasn’t wrong.. A bit bigger than my normal masseuse

I replied in a deadpan tone, and he shrugged with a grin. “Worth a shot,” he said and looked back at the clothes with his mouth in a grim line. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” I laughed and shooed him into the changing room. I couldn’t help doubling over when he came out. His face was grim and thunderous, and his eyes were twitching. The first one was a mismatched oversized blazer with clear graphene as the shoulder pads. Mycelium leather was used to make his belt, which happened to go on the blazer. Frankly, it was like a cat that lived at a factory had puked all over him.