Male Chastity Story Novels & Stories

Father Donovan said, "I know that losing your husband so young was hard for your family. Michael in particular. But masturbation is a sin. God is very clear about this. Man is only permitted to ejaculate inside a woman's vagina. Not in his underwear, a tissue, his own hand, or... Well, anywhere else he might think to put it." "But he'll go to Hell," Mary said and sobbed. "That's why he needs your help." * The long drive home gave Mary plenty of time to think about her problem. Could she wrap Michael's penis in something that kept him from touching it? What if she made sure someone was watching him all the time? It all sounded so stupid and ridiculous. Mary was failing her son and she knew it

I was already shaking. Jace moved behind the pole and grabbed my hands. He pulled them above my head and held them tight against the metal. I was pinned. I was a prisoner in the dark. Jax unzipped his black suit pants. His cock popped out, thick and pulsing. He didn't use any lotion or water. He just positioned himself and gave one huge, brutal thrust. "AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

‎Anny's POV ‎I have been married to my husband Greg, for ten years now. With no kids. Greg and I have been trying to make babies for the past ten years but haven't been successful. ‎I love my dearest husband so much, but over the past few years, Greg has become almost inactive in bed. ‎I have relentless sexual hunger. I love having sex a lot. Since Greg has been unable to satisfy my sexual urge and fantasies, I've been forced to look for other alternatives, such as vibrators and masturbation.

“She said yes?” “She did.” “And were you sleeping with her?” Again he was quiet. “We took a pledge, in high school. Chastity. Neither of us wanted to break that pledge.” “Hold on a second, Javier. I thought you told me you were a teenager the first time you had sex.” He looked around to make sure no one was listening to us. But our little nook was secluded, at the far end of the café. “With a man.” “The chastity vow didn’t count for men?”

Stress. Then her voice returns, richer this time, sliding right into my ear even though her words seem to echo from the statue. “I found a young priest in a mountain monastery last winter. He had taken a vow of silence. I broke it by sliding into his bed at night and wrapping my mouth around his untouched cock. He stayed mute at first, biting his own arm until it bled. But when I climbed on top and sank down on him, he broke screaming every filthy word he had held inside for years. He wanted me to ride him faster while the others slept. He came so many times he could barely walk to morning prayer.”

Until he had whispered his mistress' name in my ear as he reached his c****x and all my fantasies had fallen into a cold, endless depth, pain tearing through me at the realization that he had been thinking and imagining himself in her arms while he was with me. It still hurts, even now. I mused, coming back to the present. One's first time with their spouse should be an unforgettable and happy time. In my case, it was unforgettable, alright. I will never forget how it felt like I was eviscerated with a sharp, burning knife from top to bottom. My thoughts wandered back to the issue of my pregnancy and how to break the news. How do I explain that the night he'd slept with me while thinking of

“You are not allowed to take any form of contraception. I am rich enough to handle kids. You must always be clean and you must never discuss what happens in our room with anybody. “Am i understood?” “Yes master.” “You a fast learner, i love that!”

The darkness lasted only a moment. Torches roared back to life showing figures lined the walls in pairs and groups, each carved in explicit poses that made Chelsea's stomach twist. One statue showed a man behind a woman in doggy style, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her pussy. Another depicted a couple in missionary, the woman's legs wrapped around the man's waist while he drove his cock deep inside her.

That Sunday he took me to the church and made me wear a ring and swear that I will remain pure until I get married and did not have sex with any boy. The whole episode had shaken me and instilled a deep sense of shame. I had sworn that I would never be in such a shameful situation like that again. No matter how many boys showed interest in me. I began shunning them all. I had no right to show my body to anyone as I has made a vow. I had to preserve myself for my husband and no one else. When I was haunted by thoughts of boys or when my body began betraying me I would close my eyes and remember the vow I had made. If I would have thoughts of getting close to anyone it would be betraying the s

After he cleaned me, he pulled me up. I was like a withered vegetable drifted by him. He encircled his hands on my waist. My hand automatically clung to his waist and my head fell on his neck. He was panting too and felt so warm. He stroked my back and brushed my hair. Weakishly leaned on him. We stayed like that for a minute. I rose out off his embrace when I remembered something. "Fuck! We didn't used condom!" //////♡////// Thank you for reading/supporting my story! Lovelots♡ stay tuned! xoxo♡