Male Chastity Story Novels & Stories

he says and I go to the drawer to take out the chastity cage. "This is a cock cage or a chastity device. It stops you from getting an erection while wearing it," I explain and he looks at it with a curious face. "Does it hurt?" He asks. "Not really, only if it doesn't fit properly. It's just uncomfortable and stops you being able to cum." "What other punishments are there?" He asks me as he looks at the floggers on the wall. "I could make you kneel on rice. Or whip you. Or deny you pleasure."

He took a step toward me, his face twisted in a hideous, mocking grimace as he leaned in close, weaponizing every confidential conversation we had ever had. "Jasmine, if you had any brains left in that fat head of yours, you’d stay the hell away from this bad-luck whore!" Drake hissed loudly, his eyes locked onto mine. "Ask her what she was busy doing at such an early age! Ask her about her little secret! Getting an abortion at seventeen—ewww! Gross! A dirty, useless, womb-less little bitch who couldn't even keep her own—"

He expected nothing to be held back and I worked hard to insure nothing was. I was faithful to his rules, the hardest of which was not to masturbate without his permission. Sex with my husband was almost non-existent so self gratification was the only sexual outlet I had. My new found lifestyle had stirred many erotic emotions within me and I longed for that release. I could ask for his permission by e-mail, but this meant waiting for his response. With no way to call him, my only other recourse would be to wait for him to contact me. Normally, he would allow me this sexual release, so long as I would later describe it to him in detail.

A tradition that even he, Santino Ricci, the man feared by all, could not afford to ignore. In the Ricci family, and in the old branch of the mafia to which he belonged, a lord only took a virgin for a wife. It was an ancestral rule. Unwritten, but deeply rooted. The wives of the godfathers should not bear the memory of another man. Their bodies belonged only to their husbands, just as the loyalty of the clan belonged only to the leader.

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

"You’ve been starved for three years, and you think one round is enough to fill that hole?" "Richard..." I choked out, my fingers digging into the mattress. "I can't... I’m still shaking." "Good. Shake for me." He reached between my legs from behind, his fingers slick with our shared mess as he found my clit again. He didn't rub it gently this time; he used a fast, demanding pressure that had my hips bucking instinctively. "Did Manuel ever treat you like this? Did he ever make you feel like a piece of property?" "No," I gasped, the shame and the pleasure tangling together in my gut. "He was... he was always so careful."

At eight o’clock that night, I arrived at the abandoned warehouse in the south of the city on time. The blackmailer was a middle-aged man. The first thing he said when he saw me was: “Give me the USB drive. After verifying the materials, I’ll delete the video.” His tone was cold, and he only cared about the commercial materials the whole time—no vulgar words, no physical offense, no inappropriate hints. As planned, I handed over the empty USB drive: “Delete the video first, then I’ll confirm the next step.” The man took the USB drive, inserted it into a device, and found it empty. He flew into a rage instantly: “How dare you trick me?”

“Look at this little faggot, cumming like a bitch in heat. You know what that means, don’t you, boy?” Clay could only whimper in response, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He knew what was coming, and he knew he had no choice but to submit. “Six hundred days,” Jamal said, his voice cold and hard. “That’s what you’ve earned for that little display, you pathetic little faggot. Six hundred days in chastity, with no hope of release.” Clay whimpered again, his body shaking with a mixture of fear and arousal. He knew he had no choice but to obey, to submit to the men’s will. He was a faggot, a submissive little twink, and he belonged to them now.

How is it possible to date for 6 years without actually going on any dates? Back when Levi wanted to safeguard Noah’s chastity, he claimed that neither sex nor kissing was allowed before the wedding. At the time, everyone thought he was bullshitting or being a hypocrite by claiming he had not even kissed his fiancée. But actually, he was telling the truth.

It was not until a moment of relief came because of Dean's sentence that she immediately tensed up again. Celeste recalled her friend's information about Dean, the confusion reigning again. It is said that this person has never interacted with other people. Therefore there are many variations of stories about him. Like how young master Davis abstained from sex, or maybe he had a health problem. No one had heard anything about young master Davis' scandal. Maybe he did an excellent job hiding the secret, "Then you've had a relationship?"