The Chat RoomSubmitted by: Chaste in Las Vegas
How did you get it? he asked. I thought about it and started telling him my story.
It all started out with a guy I met in an M4M chat-room. We struck up a conversation and moved over to IM in private. I told him about myself, what I looked like, what city I lived in. The usual on-line chat when youre trying to get to know someone on the internet. Im 32, 6, 180lbs. and work out regularly and am in fine shape. Live in Las Vegas and love to gamble. He told me he was 45, 62, 195lbs. of muscle and lived in Los Angeles. Dont know if what he said was true without seeing his picture.
He seemed to be very interested when I told him about my Prince Albert piercing. Wanted to know when I got it, why I got it, and if Im glad I did it. Ive always been pretty open about my sexuality and never had any problem talking about it with anyone.
We kept up a conversation over the next few weeks, but he would never send me pictures of himself. I figured what the hell, if I cant see him, I can imagine what he looks like and turn him into a fantasy god in my mind.
One night he asked me how big my cock was at its smallest. He wanted know how long it was when I got out of a cool pool. I thought, What the hell? and being a handy person with lots of hobbies, I pulled out my cloth tape and gave him the information.
I told him how long it was soft and hard, how wide in both states, and the same for the circumference around my cock and balls like a cock ring.
Several more weeks went by with the two of us having regular conversations through IMs until one day he asked for my address. He told me he wanted to send me a present. I wanted to know what he was sending me, but he just said it would be something I would remember for the rest of my life. Being curious, I told him my address.
After a couple of weeks of waiting for this present he was sending, I asked him about it and he reassured me it was coming and to have patience.
That Saturday night I was at home getting ready to go out to the clubs when someone knocked on the door. I went to the door and asked who was there. A male voice said he was a neighbor who accepted a package for me today and wanted to give it to me.
Thinking this was the present I was told was coming, opened up the door. The next thing I know, the door burst open and a large man was pressing a cloth to my face that smelled funny. I woke up tied to my bed.
There was someone in the room with me, but I couldnt see his face behind the ski mask he was wearing. I realized he was in the process of removing my PA ring from my cock. I also saw a funny metal cock ring firmly in place around my cock and balls. The ring was a little tighter then I normally liked. The size of it was the least of my worries at that point in time.
I started to yell, but found a gag in my mouth. That started me pulling on my bondage and let him know I was awake. He just looked up and smiled behind his mask. He told me, he was the person Ive been talking too all these weeks and wanted to deliver his present in person.
Needless to say, I was very frightened by my situation, but at the same time, the combination of the tight cock ring coupled with my own masochistic streak caused my cock to start hardening.
He looked down at my growing cock and smiled again. Grabbing a bottle of silicone lube in one hand, and my cock in the other, he dribbled the lube onto my cock and started stroking it. He didnt say anything, but just kept stroking my now very hard dick.
Pretty soon, I felt an orgasm building and started lifting my hips in time with his strokes. Just when I thought I was going to cum, he stopped. As soon as I cooled down, he started stroking me some more. He kept edging me and not letting me cum.
Every time he stopped, I cried out in frustration into my gag. He looked at me at one of those frustrating moments and said something that terrified me. Looking me straight in the eye, he told me to not be in such a hurry to cum. After all, if its going to be your last time coming, you want it to be memorable dont you?
I think my heart stopped at those words. Seeing the look on my face, he informed me I wasnt getting mutilated or killed, but that he was going for the ultimate power over me and taking away my cock. I still didnt know what he was going to do to me, but that didnt stop me from keeping hard for his strokes.
The edge play kept up for what seemed like hours. I was almost delirious in my lust to cum and felt my whole body shaking as I screamed into my gag with the first spurt. My cock kept spewing till I was covered in my own cum. When it finally ended, I dropped back on the bed exhausted from straining against the ropes holding me to the bed.
My captor went into the bathroom and returned with a towel to clean me up. He asked if I was enjoying my self so far and all I could think about was him telling me he was taking away my cock. I shook my head no and he told me no matter and reached down into a bag he set on the edge of the bed.
Thats when he pulled it out and explained to me what he was going to do to me. Its just as you see it here, a custom made chastity belt made from a titanium alloy that is very difficult to cut. The tube is only three inches long and one and a half inches in diameter. The cylindrical lock is virtually un-pick-able, though I have tried several locksmiths to find one who could. The tube locks to the ring with one of the locks. The other lock is the really insidious one. Its attached to a curved rod that enters my old PA hole from underneath, and exits out my piss slit and extends to the end of the tube. With it locked in place, my cock cannot be removed without considerable damage.
I really started thrashing and trying to call out around my gag when he slapped me on both sides of my face and told me to get a grip because I couldnt do anything to stop him. Terrified, I did what I was told.
Since I had just come, my cock wasnt completely soft, so my captor went into the kitchen and came back with a plastic bag filled with ice and water. He placed the bag on my cock and balls, then stood back and told me what my life would now be like.
Once the chastity belt was locked on, he told me he was going to destroy the keys in front of me. If I attempt to cut my way out, it would result in severe damage to me. From now on for the rest of my life, I would no longer be able to touch my cock, get hard, or ever again have an orgasm.
Taking the cold bag off my crotch, he easily slipped the tube over my cock. First he fastened the PA rod in place and locked it. This was followed by locking the tube to the ring around my cock and balls. Then reaching into his bag again, he pulled out a glass jar with some kind of liquid in it, and a large pair of pliers. Taking the first key, he crushed the round cylinder with the pliers, and dropped the mangled key into the liquid which must have been acid, as the key started to dissolve. He followed the same procedure with the other key.
He looked down at me crying with tears running down my face and told me I wasnt his first and wouldnt be his last. He then pulled down the zipper on his pants and pulled out a very large and very hard cock. Grabbing it in his hand, he proceeded to stroke himself to orgasm fairly quickly.
The last thing I remember was that cloth coming down over my face again. When I woke, it was morning and I was no longer tied to the bed. When I reached down, all I could feel was metal where my cock was. That was two years ago.
Were you ever able to find out who did this to you? No, not that it would have made a difference. With the keys destroyed, what would be the point?
Relax just a little more he said as I felt the knuckles on his right hand slip past my sphincter. Mmm, your fist feels good up there I told him.
What about for revenge? he asked as he started working his fist in and out of my hole. Nah, Im pretty much used to it by now. I probably wouldnt have gotten into fist fucking if it hadnt happened.
Well you sure seem to be enjoying this. Your cock is leaking like crazy.
Thats because youre milking my prostate with your fist. Sometimes I have total body orgasms doing this. I dont get the sensation of spurting, but it can be a great substitute.
I tried contacting him on-line, but the messages came back unable to be delivered. I guess hed done what he needed it for and was now onto his next victim, but enough talk I told him. Work that hole! I said as I felt the first wave of pleasure flow through me.
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