Full Chastity Belt Male Novels & Stories

Slapping his thighs in joy, Jacob said excitedly, “Oh! You prepared gifts for me too! You are really my good son-in-law!” As soon as his voice fell, Jacob pranced forward and took over the gift boxes from Charlie’s hands. He opened the first gift box and saw a men’s belt. The belt buckle had a golden “H” letter, shining brilliantly under the sun. Jacob clapped his hands happily as he said, “Oh! This Hermes belt is the same as chairman Mr. Bill Gates’! His belt was really popular all over the country back in the days!” Charlie nodded and said smiling, “This belt is already the standard for successful men now.”

the embarrassment. Without wasting much time, he stood up from his seat and pulled off his shirt, pants, and shoes, then he finally pulled off his boxer. Throughout the time I couldn't even look elsewhere because of how well sculptured and ripped he is, his dick so thick and long that I blushed subconsciously 'Amelina is really good for being able to take that inside her'. He glanced at me as he knees in front of me while breathing hard. I gulped and stood up going to where he placed his pants pull out his belt. When he saw it he shivered but said nothing. "Look at you, so anxious waiting for your owner's punishment. So desperate for my torture, aren't you sorry for your pitiful self?" I sa

“Surprise me.” I blinked. Once. Twice. And then I spotted it. A limited edition black leather belt—hand-stitched, luxury branded, and with a sleek, matte metal buckle. Elegant. Commanding. Dangerous. Just like him. Except… this belt came with discreet loops, meant to double as soft restraint points. Functional, fashionable, and filthy. I picked it up, inspected it like I was considering a Rolex. “This,” I said, deadpan, “is art.” Lucian chuckled darkly. “So you're saying you’d like to see me in it.”

Slut and I both chorused, "Yes, mistress mommy." Mistress mommy then walked from the room. I then turned to slut, as she began to put the "belt" on. I watched and tried to see how she was doing this, so I could repeat it with mine. There was a thick strip of leather that seemed to be for fastening around the waist, and two smaller strips that fastened around each thigh. I got the idea, and began to put mine on, as slut adjusted her belt for the proper fit. I got mine on, and it seemed to be pretty straight forward. But I was confused as to the purpose. It certainly didn't cover our pussies, asses, or assholes. And there were two straps that hung down and held a larger loop of leather just ab

"Two minutes." I excused myself quietly. The coat closet at the end of the first floor corridor was small and dark. I slipped inside and stood in the dark waiting. Thirty seconds. Eli slipped through the door and pulled it shut and the dark was total and immediate. Then I felt his hand finding the front of my trousers working at my belt with that calm unhurried precision he brought to absolutely everything. He worked the chastity device out of his jacket pocket and I felt the cool metal of it in the dark and the deliberate way he fitted it in place and the click of the small lock engaging and the cold weight of the key disappearing into his own pocket.

So, after her leather top, she removed her squirt. "What's that Alex?" asked Melissa. "It's... diapers... this week they made me incontinent," Alex said as Melissa and Jenny looked with horror at the soiled diaper. "And what's that metal thing!" Jenny asked as her eyes were captivated by the chastity belt Alex was wearing. "It is a chastity belt. It is the price I pay to be the slave supervisor," Alex explained to the unbelieving Jenny. "You mean, you cannot err... touch herself? " The young slave asked.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of the thin panties and dragged them down my legs before tossing them aside. I held my breath, curious to know what he wanted to do. And then cold metal touched my skin. I craned my head only to see him positioning a chastity belt on my pussy. The front shield pressed hard against my swollen clit. The sensation was instant and awful. A constant, frustrating pressure that promised no relief. It left no room for friction or penetration. I heard a small padlock click shut. Then he sat back down and picked up his paper and fork. He returned to his seat and resumed eating like nothing had happened.

He broke off, controlling himself on a moan. Her eyes opened and met his. “Heath.” His eyes went to her c-nt. “It’s all the way in you now. Tighten the strap of the chastity belt, put the chain through the loops, and padlock it.” “Where do you even get this sort of thing?” She demanded with a flare of anger as she obeyed. “Online. Good,” he pulled the remote that he wore around his neck out and activated it. She cried out and writhed. He grinned and put the car into gear, pulling out into traffic.

This girl was wearing a chastity belt. The belt had a lock on it. That hard thing I felt earlier must have been exactly that. "It’s no wonder you're so itchy and can't reach it yourself. It's because of this. But Emma, this belt has a lock. How am I supposed to scratch it for you?" With that metal lock blocking the way, my heart sank. "Kyle, Mom's strict. The key to the chastity belt is at home. But I really can't stand the itching right now. Can you just use your hand and scratch it for me a little?"

Beneath that, I was wearing a body strap, also provided. It was tight. It felt like it was probably a size too small, but, knowing the Magic Man, that wasn’t an error. It had taken some time for me to get it on. Leather and metal rings. It was like a body suit without material, without cloth. A body belt. It strapped my upper thighs, waist, chest, and arms. The torso part was cut to highlight my chest and my lower stomach. Nothing on the groin or lower half section, except for straps that pressed right at the top of the pelvis and ran back to encircle the glutes and connect to the waist.