Male Chastity Story Novels & Stories

"Not that it was any different. The best advice I can give you is that you shouldn't mark your mate. You find a mate you're in deep shit and mark her. That gets shitter." Why were they suddenly talking about marking? And not just the positive aspect but the odd most pessimistic. "I guess you have to learn self-control first and mind you I'm different. I have been chaste for months." His eyes were wide open. He knew that he couldn't beat me. "Yeah I know, and I still know you decided to date Cindy and didn't go chaste so cut the crap. What was it again?" I knew what he was driving at and I cleared my throat, adjusting myself.

“Well, I think it’s time for a renegotiation. I mean, it’s always the same: big cock yada yada yada, muscles yada yada yada, long, blond hair yada yada yada, better in the sack—do you actually have sex with these random guys?” “Of course I do! I wouldn’t lie to you. Is that what you think? That I’m lying? That these guys don’t exist?” Barbara sat down on the bed and ran her fingers over his chastity device, playing with his caged cock, running her little fingernail over the skin that was reachable through the slits and fondling his balls. “Do you want me to bring one home, fuck him in front of you?” She could already see his skin swelling, filling any available wiggle room. Barbara arrived h

"From today, onwards, your freedom belongs to me. Your life is mine now. You are my pet who does what your master wants you to do!" My eyes widened when he pulled me and crushed me with a kiss. What's going on ?! I don't want to be this guy's possession! There's no way.... ...Their story is title THE UNCHASTE PUNISMENT.

Chuckling in response, Mike then scoffed, “You’re really stubborn, you know…? Are you that intent on saving your chastity for Young Master Keith?” Turning to glare at him, Xavia then retorted, “Even if that isn’t the case, I’m above casual sexual relationships! The fact that all this stems from a lost bet makes it worse! Regardless, you’re Master Mike, correct? You seem rich and powerful… With that in mind, you could have any woman in the world, so why are you that intent on copulating with an ordinary woman like me? That aside, I’ll be eternally grateful to you if you let me go!”

She was just playing smart. "Oh, sweetie--,” she sighed, pitty. “How many men do you know still single at his age?" She made her point. Most men would get married once they reach manhood. It’s a part of faith and… a measure to prevent adulture--, sex outside the holy marriage. Men are hot-blooded creatures, there is no way Youssef could refrain from sin of lust until now. And since mastrubation is not really an option any more after the chaos, there is no way he is still a virgin! Of course. How could it never pass though your mind? Stupid little girl! What were you thinking?

“She tried to commit suicide two days later.” Jesus. I winced. “Yeah. And while the situations haven’t all been that severe, they’ve been close. From near strangers who profess their love after a quickie, to stalkers, to one who handcuffed herself to my bed, let’s just say I’ve not been lucky after getting lucky.” “Is your dick cursed with black magic or something?” He shrugged, dragging his eyes up to meet mine. “No, just eight inches long. I also have wicked stamina . . . and an advanced understanding of female anatomy.”

From the corner of my eye, I see the fight on his faceguilt, fear, something else I can’t name. But I don’t care. I turn toward him fully, my voice low and burning. “You chased me now, Damon? Now? After hiding her like she was your precious secret? After touching her like I wasn’t even in the same room?” His jaw tightens. “It isn’t what you think.” “That’s funny,” I say, “because I think you were holding your mistress. And I think she’s pregnant. And I think you knew that before you ever kissed me goodbye tonight.”

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"

Markus put down the wine glass he’s holding in his hands. “Are you sure he is the only candidate?” Even if his lips don’t tell, his eyes do. I know certainly what those stares mean, and yet I can’t bring myself to answer him. “I never wanted to get married in the first place. But if the circumstances suggest, then I had to enter a contract relationship.” “Yeah, that’s so you. Well, I heard of this rumor. Melissa Hundrels, the maidservant of the Esteemed Lady Ashanti, was proven to have lost her chastity to a wild man.”

In the past you've expressed an interest in exploring chastity. This was an understatement of sizable proportions. He had spent countless hours viewing web pages that were devoted entirely to men whose wives kept them locked in chastity devices and I knew it was something that he yearned for. However, I'd never felt it was the right time to introduce this into our marriage ... until now. "Have you ... ummm ... looked at devices?" "I have. It took me a while to find one that I liked, but the one I chose for you should fit our needs quite nicely."