Loading...You wouldn’t have suspected it when he walked in so casually. With jeans and a tight t shirt he looked very comfortable with himself. Even his walk, a very collected and aggressive stride that drew the attention of both June and Eden, hid his purpose. Imagine their surprise then when, after searching through the entire store, he came to the counter empty handed.
June, her hair pulled back in a ponytail which gave her the appearance of being much more conservative than she actually was, smiled as he stepped up to her.
“Do you carry any chastity belts?”
He was nervous, speaking slowly, as if afraid of her reaction.
“For men or women?” she asked.
“Men. A male’s model.”
A giggle almost pushed itself out but she held it back, aware of how that would seem. “I’m sorry. We no longer stock those.” There was an empty look on his face and she added, “Not much demand for them really…”
Thanking her, he turned to leave. June immediately met the eyes of her friend where she stood behind him to purchase a pair of knee length leather boots. Their eyes widened in shared acknowledgement.
As he exited both women appraised him; firm, strong build, tight, cute ass with a pretty but handsome face. Some woman would be happy to call him hers. Not wanting her to miss her chance, June nodded her head at her friend, urging her to go after him.
She caught him at the parking lot, about to get into his car. After getting his attention, she leaned down to speak with him through the window. “Are you looking for a chastity belt for yourself?”
Sheepishly, and a bit surprised, he nodded.
“Well, they’re a bit hard to come by. It’s hard to find customers and make a profit. Most models are discontinued after a few months because the manufacturer doesn’t earn enough.”
He thanked her for the lesson and started to put the key in the ignition.
“I know where you can get one if you’re serious.” He looked up at her and she continued, “I’m an artist, bondage and fetish accoutrements have always been one of my favorite subjects. There are a lot of manufacturers, if you know where to look.” She opened the door and gestured to him. “Why don’t you come with me and we can talk.”
She drove while he sat in the passenger seat. At first there was only silence. His nervousness was almost tangible and he sat with his hands tucked between his thighs.
“Why a chastity belt?” She asked, hoping to ease the tension.
At first he didn’t hear her, caught up in his own thoughts. Then he responded, “It’s just something that will help me, I think.”
Turning to smile at him, she asked, “Girlfriend?” He shook his head. “Why would a woman want to keep her boyfriend locked up anyway? Isn’t it much more fun when he’s ready whenever you want?”
“No… I mean I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Pulling up to her building, she decided to save all the questions that statement provoked for later. She lived in a fifth floor art studio. Her queen sized bed rested in the far corner while projects, all in various stages of completion, littered the remaining area. He followed her around the large open space and was especially impressed with the floor to ceiling windows on the far wall. Beyond them he saw all of Fort Point Channel. To one side the view stretched to downtown Boston, to the other he had an uninterrupted view of the Atlantic to the horizon.
There were mannequins, some only torsos placed around the studio. Chris noticed several wore strange fixtures. One was covered in what looked like a leather diaper covered in shiny metal spikes, another had on a Hannibal Lecter-type face mask. Phallic shaped rods rested on one table and minature cages were collected in one bucket. He began to grow nervous.
“This is my life’s work,” she beamed. “Fetish imagery- chastity, bdsm, role reversal.” She saw the confused look in his eyes and she winked. She was so pretty, unlike any of the women he was used to. Fair skin, short black hair and classical beautiful features. Though he would have never considered her before, her attitude and confidence aroused him. Her body was athletic and when she walked he could see how strong she was. He doubted any part of her was soft.
“You ever worn a belt before?” she asked, fingering the separated pieces of a project that lay before her.
He shook his head.
“Well, I’ll need to take some measurements.”
Not listening, he only nodded. When she told him to drop his pants he jumped back.
“I need to see what to work with. One size doesn’t fit all, you know?”
He smiled weakly and began unbuckling his pants. In her work she had seen many men naked but the first disrobing always held a special joy for her. The shyness, unable to look straight at her, male pride turned to timidity, it really got her blood flowing.
Chris did exactly as she expected. He dawdled, hid himself behind his palms and only pulled down his boxers when she appeared annoyed by his reluctance. Eden was impressed with what she saw. Once naked, he appeared shy and frightened. His cock stood straight and proud, vulgarly pointing at her. Looking him in the eyes, she sashayed over, soaking in the moment. An aroused man, vulnerable and naked from the waist down, waiting for a woman to appraise him, to measure him of all things. Most would run in fear.
He didn’t go that far though she did notice him holding his breath. Tiny goosebumps pimpled his body in the still air and every muscle of his being remained taut and ready. She dropped to her knees and held his cockhead between her thumb and forefinger. She handled it without ceremony, as if she were considering produce.
It was impressive and she couldn’t deny the thrill that raced through her as she felt it warm and pulsing in her palm. Best to keep that to herself though. Pulling a length of string from her pocket, she held it at its base and marked off the distance to the tip. He remained quiet, feeling like a piece of furniture. Calling off the measurement, she held it tight around both his base and the bloated rim of his cockhead before stopping to write the findings on a slip of paper.
She turned and left the room, giving him enough time to look around. It was an impressive studio that he guessed she decorated herself. Fruit and silverware were displayed on a corner stand, most likely the subject of a still life and a trellis of vines inched up the kitchen walls, sprouting faux blossoms between the cabinets and spice rack. Unfinished works- paintings, sculpture and developing photographs filled the space. It was straight out of a decorating show and was nicer than many galleries he’d been in.
She returned with a card etched with her name and number. Admonishing him to return in a fortnight, she promised to have the equipment he was looking for. She looked down at his slowly descending cock and he realized he was still bare. “You going to stay like this all day?” she teased. “If you do, let me know. I think you’d make a nice addition to my collection.” Awkwardly he pulled up his pants and arranged himself. “Oh,” she added, “Don’t forget to shave yourself. It will be very uncomfortable if you don’t.”
The next days were long ones for Chris. He couldn’t believe he was actually going through with what he promised himself so long ago. Since his girlfriend broke up over his overactive sex drive, he knew he had to find a way to curb his appetite if he ever wanted another healthy relationship. “You’re obsessed with your cock,” she told him as she got up to dress the last morning they were together. “Most guys are but you- it rules your life.” He couldn’t deny how right she was. Even at that moment, he was focused on her ass bending over to pick up her strewn clothes, imagining how wonderful it would feel to slide between her slit once more before they left for work. They had made love four times since returning from their evening together and, while both their bodies craved rest, his drive overruled that desire, wanting just one more orgasm.
She left him after a heartfelt talk over the phone. “It has to be this way,” she confessed. “If I was there I know I’d just end up in bed with you and that can’t happen anymore. It’s not good for either of us.” He knew at times like this, cajoling her would only worsen the situation and he was forced to go without companionship for the first time in years. Her scent, still fresh on the pillow, inflamed him and he learned how difficult it was to spend evenings alone. He knew he had to make some definite changes in his life and after a period of reflection he realized sex was the cause of many of his problems.
He’d heard about the growing chastity movement at work. A friend of his, who always complained of his bad luck with women and disastrous dates made an offhand remark; “Maybe I should be one of those guys that keeps it locked up to make themselves stronger. It would sure help my dating life.”
The night, when he returned home, he looked into this growing movement he’d never heard of before. He found it wasn’t large enough to really be significant but there was a tiny group of men and couples that were favoring chastity as a way of ensuring sexual satisfaction. Surprisingly the most ardent supporters weren’t women, but their partners; men who found the appeal of postponing their orgasm for long term satisfaction arousing. He read reports of men who became overnight supporters of the idea and their women who loved the thought of limitless orgasms through their sexual frustration.
It was a lot to take in and he was skeptical at first. The idea of giving up orgasms completely wasn’t something he wanted, or even thought he could manage. But, based on the personal stories, he saw how it helped a lot of couples. He was single now, so it would be even more difficult not having anyone help him through it and encourage him to stick with the program.
It was two weeks since he decided on trying out the idea that he sought out a chastity belt. They sold them online so he knew they were available but buying something like that through the mail seemed so impersonal. Maybe he was subconsciously hesitating, but he would rather see one himself, pick it up, get the feel of it before buying it and locking it on his body.
That night he fell asleep with these thoughts passing through his head. He had a pleasant dream of a beautiful woman holding him in her arms and kissing him. He was on strings like a puppet and whenever she wanted him to move a certain way she would tug a string. When she wanted him to touch her breast, she pulled the string connected to his wrist. For a kiss, the tugged one connected to his chin. The most uncomfortable feeling came when she pulled on a thin line connected to his penis. As she did he filled to tumescence before she directed him inside her.
He woke up several times and slept fitfully. Though he knew an orgasm would be just what he needed to sleep he refrained. If he was to stay with this idea, he can’t give in so easily. The two days passed slowly and on the evening of the second day he found himself buzzing in at her studio.
When he exited the lift and walked into the studio she was nowhere to be seen. Upon entering her bedroom he found her in the closet wearing only black seamless panties and a top and he became erect instantly. Stepping into a mini skirt she asked him if he had done as she asked and shaved. He nodded. “Well let’s see then.”
Quick and to the point, he thought. She was like no other woman he’d ever met. This time, instead of just dropping his pants and leaving them loose around his ankles, he stripped completely and he didn’t do so reluctantly but proudly stripped off all his clothes and made no move to hide his erection, which he displayed with prde.
“My, my, my,” she smiled at his eagerness. “Someone’s got a lot on his mind.” She stepped to him, buttoning a blouse over a black lace bra. Palming his shaft in her soft hand, she held his eyes. “Too bad you’re not going to be able to enjoy this much anymore.”
His smile wilted, but only slightly. He was a perfect subject- eager, horny and considerably naïve. Prolonging his ardor she dropped to her knees to appraise his cock at eye level. At first he expected her to suck him, as women in such situations were likely to do- he’d had more this his share of female lips adorn his cock, but then he grew nervous as she touched him with only one outstretched index finger. It pushed him from side to side, allowing her a better view of his filled shaft and tender balls.
“You didn’t masturbate last night?”
He shook his head no.
“Pity,” she said, obviously unsympathetic. “I would expect that in a man like you. Why didn’t you?”
He mumbled quietly at first, and then repeated himself so she could hear. “I just think it’s a good idea if I don’t. It will make me stronger.”
Standing, she patted his begging cock like it was an obedient pet. “I think it’s a good idea too, and I will make you stronger.”
She turned and Chris admired the muscular heft of her ass and how each muscle in her body seemed to flow together, making her appear more feminine, more pleasing. He found her incredibly erotic but knew her appeal could be intensified by the fact that he hadn’t come in more than a week.
In her hands she held a clear plastic sculpture. Though he’d never seen one before, he had a good idea what it was. The hollow, phallic shape elicited a fight or flight response. This is it, he thought.
“You know what this is, don’t you?” She asked, holding it in her spread hands like it was the Hope Diamond.
He nodded.
“This is a commitment, a big step. Are you ready to take it?”
He was speechless, his cock bobbing between them, begging for attention.
Down on one knee, she smoothed her hand over the freshly shaven skin, appreciating it’s softness and warmth. He was larger than most men but appeared very young without the benefit of pubic hair.
She found a block of ice hollowed out in the shape of a cradle and held it to his genitals. Instantly he jerked back but she held it unmoving. “There’s no other way to do this, we need you flaccid so I can put on your chastity belt. I won’t force this on you but know that it has to happen for you to wear it.” She held it up for him to see. It looked so innocuous, a simple plastic device, yet he knew its purpose. and he felt threatened by it. His legs moved on their own and soon he felt the frigid sensation of ice surrounding he balls. They deflated easily and he looked tinier than he believed.
She seemed proud of her work, “Like it? It’s one of my works- a male erection adjuster. I know it’s not the most catchy title but it really lives up to its description, doesn’t it?”
With a few tucks and gentle prods, she fit him into the chastity belt. When she looked up at him he appeared forlorn and she felt an instant pang of guilt. “Are you sure you want this Chris? It’s a big life change.” He nodded, looking down at her. “When I lock this, you’ll no longer have control of your sex. It will be taken from you. Is that ok with you?” He sighed, looking lost and slowly she locked him with a small padlock and stepped back to examine him. The snap of the lock echoed in his head and quickly forced him to consider what he had agreed to.
It wasn’t so bad. Kind of snug, actually. It made him feel protected and secure. It brought all his attention to his sex rather than from it, he began to feel virile.
“Nice work,” she complimented herself as she moved to examine the case from each angle. “Let’s go out. My treat.”
When dressed, he was surprised how comfortable it felt. It felt nonexistent and he wasn’t even aware of it if he didn’t think of it. Dressed and in the mirror it was invisible which was a great relief to him.
“You can’t tell, can you?” she asked, noticing him checking himself out in the mirror.
“No, looks like it’s not even there.”
“You’ll feel it though. I’ve found guys have difficulty ignoring it after a while.” She stepped into her car, a shiny black sports sedan, and he followed. “I think it gets into their subconscious. Men are never able to adjust to the fact that their cock is off limits.”
“Well this is just a trial run,” he explained. “I just thought it might be a good idea.”
“But you’ll need these to get out,” she added, pulling a thin chain that hung between her small breasts.
“And you’re going to be giving them to me…”
She gave a friendly smile. “Why don’t we have a talk first.”
She drove to across town to Canestaro’s, a tiny pizzeria in the shadow of Fenway Park. For a weekend, it was relatively quiet. Candles lit the tiny restaurant and they were able to find a corner booth to themselves.
Before he could speak, she ordered for both of them and when the waiter had turned to leave, she affixed him with a glint in her eye.
“You know I’ve been doing this for a while now,” she smiled. “I’m never hard up for guys who like their dicks touched, or even like the idea of being locked up, but very few ever actually go through with it. It takes some, how would you say it- Balls.” She laughed to herself but he could only manage a smile. “I tend to attract guys like that. Most men think through their cocks but very few realize it. Locking it up for a woman is the most difficult decision you can come to. You won’t regret it.”
“Wait a minute,” he said. “I’m doing this for me. It’s not yours. I can get out whenever I want.” He suddenly realized how strange it felt to talk about his cock like it was another entity.
“I have the keys, cutiepie. It’s mine until I say so.”
“Wait a minute!” He started but was interrupted by the waiter who placed a Greek pizza between the two of them. She had a sparkling water. He had the same.
“Shhh…,” she calmed him. “I know this seems like a lot to grasp. You may think you made the wrong decision, but believe me, it’s for the best. I know the needs a man has and I’m not a bitch. Just take it easy and leave everything to me.” Conversation finished, she selected a slice from the pizza and casually began eating. Soon he joined her.
“I’m an artist,” she began. “Sculptor mainly but I work in different mediums; photography, oils, charcoal, whatever is most appropriate, really.” A string of cheese hung from her bottom lip and she deftly scooped it with a small pinky finger. For some reason, Chris found this oddly erotic. “I’ve really gotten notice with my caged series.” She waited for a reaction, finding only a blank look. “Caged is a body of work that expresses the male struggle for female acceptance and affection.” He seemed unmoved and she explained further. “Men, their whole lives, want nothing more than to please. They convince themselves they want to please their woman and perhaps a rare few of them actually want that but, for the most part, men just want to please themselves.”
“Why did I look for it then? I think that should say something.”
She held his eyes, offering a warm gaze. “You’re right, it says a lot. That’s why I’m with you now. You may be one of those rare men I spoke of. Though I question whether your desire is not completely altruistic.”
For the rest of the meal neither mentioned it. The foreign feeling in his crotch diminished until he felt it no more. Instead they spoke as if they were a couple out together on their first date. She found him attractive and let him know it through gentle touches on his hand and the way she looked at him. Chris was elated. She was beautiful, more beautiful than the women he was used to dating. He found her intelligent, sweet and strangely seductive. She made no indication that she wanted him sexually but he felt as if he knew it. He was drawn to her in a way he had never experienced.
“Shall we go?” she asked, finishing the last slice of pizza.
They walked out together and as they stepped out she took his hand. Her touch was firm and soft and made Chris intensely aware of her beside him. The night was cool and they were lucky to see the first multi colored sunset of the season. Ocean air over the city had turned the firmament to a tapestry of orange, purple and bronze. Both were content just holding hands ambling through the city.
They arrived at her building and, with a tender kiss on the lips, she told him he’d stay with her tonight. He knew he should protest, uncertain as he was on where this was heading but everything in his body wanted to be with her. It had been too long since he had been with a woman and her body, warm and soft would feel wonderful next to him.
Once inside the door, she pulled him to her and placed a soft, moist kiss against his lips. It took him too quickly for him to react and by the time he responded she pulled away. Her hands slid over his body approvingly though he was too nervous to respond in kind.
“Don’t you find me attractive?” she leaned up and whispered in his ear. Such a simple question that could be taken so many ways. She was unlike any woman he had ever been with before and he felt stalled when he wanted to proceed. Dumbly he nodded and she smiled with a slight grin. “You are attractive,” she countered. “Very attractive.”
Reaching between them she unclasped his pants and reached inside. He sensed her touch but felt only the hardness of the case surrounding him. The feel of it drove her and she circled her hand around the hard plastic. Within it he filled the sheath completely. His cock filled and pressed outward, only to be met with unyielding resistance on the edge of a dull pain.
“Yes, you’re very attractive…beautiful.” He pled, “Please let me out.”
She stepped back, quickly taking off her top to display two firm breasts stretching the confines of a black satin bra. Her skirt followed, underneath a black silk thong. Her skin looked fresh and warm. Chris’ body reacted to it immediately.
“I can’t,” she said, her face sympathetic. “You have to feel it. You must know what it is to want.”
Conflicting emotions flashed in his head and he searched for the right words to voice his feelings. As if controlled, he shed his clothes, his eyes never leaving her barely-clad form. His mind told him he was naked but he knew different. The confinement of his sex felt cumbersome even with its light weight.
Despite this it made him feel safe. It ended the struggle every man faces before a woman. Now there was no choice. There was no decision to dwell on, couldn’t be even if he had a say. He was resigned to his predicament and, realizing that, the breath left his body like a bellows. She noticed his body relaxing and, one foot angled away from the other, studied him with fascination. If only she could see what he felt, the heavy wanting that filled his sack, teasing and tormenting him without relief.
She wasn’t a cruel woman, and she was growing feelings for him. At first just an experiment, she thought he would be a wonderful addition to her artwork but he was growing to be much more. She recognized the pleas in his eyes and knew men well enough to know how important their cocks were to them. Most had based their lives around a limitless number of orgasms. It defined their sexuality and dictated who they were as men. Having it taken so quickly would be difficult for anyone.
The bra unsnapped and tumbled to the floor. Still wide-eyed, almost panting visibly, he looked at her with a hunger that aroused her. She came to him and pressed herself to his body. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she rested her cheek against the expanse of his chest. Placing a tender kiss on his soft fur, she looked up at him. What she saw stirred something innately feminine in her. It called to her needs as a woman, it was the slow yielding of a man.
“I want you to sleep with me and hold me tonight,” she held his gaze, wanting to ease his hurt. He nodded almost imperceptibly and she smiled at him warmly. “Would it be alright if I took these off?” she said, fingering the thin waistband of her panties. “I don’t want to upset you anymore.”
He nodded and opened his mouth to speak but was unable to get any words out. With a nimble step, she turned and folded back the sheets of her bed. With a slow tease, she bent forward slightly, hooked her thumbs in the thin elastic and pulled the thin strip of material down her smooth legs and stepped out. Chris was awed. Her backside was magnificent. Tight, full cheeks with a lush texture that tempted him to reach forward and feel her softness. She looked over her shoulder and caught him staring.
“Is this ok?” she asked, a playfulness in her voice. Seeing his condition, she pushed further. “You can touch me if you like.” She slipped into bed, allowing him a glimpse of her freshly bare pussy.
Her sheets were fresh and smelled of lilac. His body was tired and he was thankful for the rest they offered him. Though he needed it, he knew sleep would come fitfully that night. To make things even more difficult, she fell into a quiet rest soon after he lay beside her. She curled up next to him, sharing his warmth and clutching her naked body to his.
He allowed himself to feel her and noticed a slight upturn of her lips into a smile when he did. She had the classical feminine form; warm, giving and smooth. Her belly was tight and her hips wide. He especially liked skimming his palm over the full swell of her hips. Her breasts were tiny but full and pressed eagerly against his ribs. Pink nipples hardened at his touch.
Every instinct told him to reach down, take his cock in his hand and pull himself to a much needed come but he felt only the hard shell of his confinement. Instead he shuffled beneath the sheets until they were nose to nose. He felt her breath on him and inhaled it into his body. It was warm, fresh and helped ease his loss. Their lips touched and he felt himself growing tired. Soon he slipped into sleep beside her. She woke for a moment and felt the hard plastic against her pussy. “That’s good,” she whispered. “Rest, my sweet. Accept it.”
Her words were the last thing he heard before he passed into sleep. They plagued him, bringing sex filled dreams where naked women pressed against him fondling his aching cock. Breasts, with erect nipples were forced between his lips and teased along his body, down his back, over the cheeks of his ass. Light, soft fingers like gusts of air tickled beneath his balls, tweaking and twisting them playfully. His cock was ramrod straight and the head of his prick was swollen to fullness. A rising wave of heat passed through his body, beginning in his throat to travel down to his belly, down through his abdomen. It filled his balls and stayed to fill his shaft. It perched on the edge for a moment, breaking forth with an expulsion so deep it roused him from his sleep and caused him to sit up and clutch his middle.
His movement woke her and she placed her hand on the small of his bare back, stroking and reassuring him.
“Ok, sweetie?” She asked, sleepily. The warm come on her ass told her what had happened and how ashamed he must feel. His body had reacted naturally, expelling its contents without relief when they became too much for it to bear. Turning to face him, she reached for the chastity belt to find it wet, his declining erection still swelling against its cage.
“Easy…,” she called to him like he was a sick animal. Her hand closed around it and he could feel her warmth. “Lay down.” She sat next to him now and pressed her lips to his shoulder. “Lay with me.”
With a slight press, he reclined until he lay flat on his back, his eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. She moved against him like a serpent, her shaven body twisted and pressing against him. Her sex felt hot and left damp patches where she pressed with a moan against his thighs. She reached his ear and he could feel her breath, hot and wet, in his ear. “It gets easier,” she consoled. “Comfort yourself in the fact that if you were not wearing this,” she placed her hand against the device, causing him to gasp. “You would not be anywhere near this.” She took his hand and placed it gently against her slit. He could feel she was wet and involuntarily moaned. His cock filled the chamber, causing an ache.
At that moment he gave in. His body was pleading with him to come, to break out of the contraption that held him and give in to his instincts but the knowledge that he couldn’t had a calming effect on him. Rather than plead anymore, he closed his eyes and felt what seemed so foreign to him.
Instead he stroked her pussy lips, studying it with his fingers as he never had before. He felt how swollen they had become and found her nub hidden beneath a wet fold of flesh and gently held it. She responded by pressing herself against him, almost purring like a kitten. There would be no orgasm tonight. He held her that way and listened to her soft moans as they slipped into a dark slumber wrapped in each other’s embrace.
As he always did he awoke aroused. Before awakening he felt a pressure at his crotch he could not identify. Slowly, as he came around, he recalled the day before and his predicament. He was unable to find comfort from his hand like usual and twisted in the sheets, hoping to find a comfortable position. Dawn was appearing outside, throwing pinkish rays of light into the large room. His movements awoke the woman resting silently beside him. Still draped in sleep she rested her arm over his bare abdomen.
It weighed heavily on him and reminded him of his state. His penis, encased in its device, filled it completely until he ached. The sight of it, vainly forcing itself brought him a sense of sadness. It felt separate from his body, helpless and weak.
When her eyes opened he was lying stock-stiff beside her. Looking down his body, she saw his member red and swollen against its entrapment. Droplets of moisture appeared at the tip and dripped slowly down to his thighs. Lazily she reached and caught one on the tip of her finger. He watched, shocked that he felt nothing though she was touching his most sensitive area. A tear formed at the corner of his eye and slid down his cheek. She did not notice and faced the opposite direction, studying how her artwork looked on his body.
“There’s a show today,” her voice was dull, still coming out of a deep sleep. “You look wonderful. Do you think you can handle it?”
“Handle it?” he asked, doing his best to hide the sadness in his voice.
She moved slowly, almost gracefully until she was on her knees. Her rear rested on her ankles and Chris noticed how beautiful she looked in that position. “There’s an exhibition of my work. You’ll be the main attraction.” There was a spark in her eyes. It was then she noticed his tears as they reflected the first light of the morning. Leaning to him, she kissed him softly on the cheeks, catching the wetness on her lips. To Chris it was small relief. His cock ached and rigidly pressed against its confinement.
He watched her intently as she stood from the bed. Every part of her- her rounded breasts, firm ass and clean, pouting little cunt called out to him. He listened as the shower ran and turned to her pillow, inhaling her scent and hoping to fall asleep. For a moment he considered joining her but knew it would only make his struggle harder. His penis still leaked slightly and though he took no pleasure in it, it relieved him some.
Through habit he reached to his crotch. He found no respite there but searched for a hole, some space that would allow him to touch himself. There was an opening at the end but it offered no pleasure. His balls were open and felt good when he touched them but after a few minutes of cradling and slowly squeezing them, it made his situation worse and he got up from the bed, her sheet wrapped around his midsection like a living thing.
She left the door open and he couldn’t resist watching her wash herself. Her body was long and lean with subtle feminine curves. She seemed much more beautiful when she was unaware of him there, much more laid back and comfortable with herself. Her pussy looked irresistible and he grew jealous of its freedom. Lazily she stroked herself, her fingers rubbing the smooth lips and he watched as she reclined against the shower wall. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell with the ministrations of her hand.
She increased her pace and he felt guilty, as if she shouldn’t be privy to such a private time. He’d never seen a woman masturbate before and it aroused him. His cock swelled within his chastity belt, bringing the ache back. Still he did not look away, only stared, enrapt, as Eden skillfully teased herself. He began to flush as his body’s need increased with hers. His breath increased as he noticed her tiny stiffened nipples and her fingers dancing between her lips.
She came with a moan and Chris felt a rush. At first he thought it was another release and was disappointed when he exhaled and realized he was so focused on her that his body matched hers in arousal. Unlike her, however, he could not climax. He only felt his peak level out, leaving a dull throb in the center of his testicles.
At that moment, as her breaths slowed, she felt him watching and turned. It upset her and she felt a sense of violation. She wasn’t used to having a man around and had forgotten how driven they were about sex. Flesh pressed fully into his casing, looking almost comical. His penis, the center of his masculinity, looked cartoonish pressed against the clear plastic with no more room to grow.
For a moment she felt a pang of sympathy for him before remembering how he had leered at her in this private moment. She scolded him.
“Chris!” She glared. “How dare you! I invite you into my home- into my bed, and you have the audacity to leer at me in the shower!” Her voice was raised but in truth, she was anything but offended. She made no move to cover up, aware of the effect her naked body was having on him. She stepped out, still making no move to cover up, and toweled off in front of him. His prick shook in its entrapment.
She was bold, stepping two feet from him and drying her naked body. Despite the pain it caused him, his eyes roamed over her. Her ass lured him and he gaped. Her legs were long and freshly shaven. He admired her, making no move to leave. It felt as if he was trapped.
“Come with me,” Eden walked by him and held his belt. He was stunned and hesitated until he felt the firm pull of her direction. With a gasp he stepped quickly to follow.
Her ass cheeks undulated perfectly and Chris felt like a pet on a leash following his owner blindly. Every ounce of his being wanted her. The swell of her ass with its perfect, dark cleft only served to entice him further and made his cock cramp within its confines. She reached the foot of the bed and turned to look at him. There was an appraising look on her face, only slightly irritated.
With a firm press on his bare shoulder she dropped him to his knees and he went without a word.
“I know it’s hard for you. A man has needs.” She sounded so sweet now and Chris exhaled in relief. “I have needs too. You have to learn that.” She parted her thighs slowly and Chris gazed upon the bare slit of her sex. It was very soft and gleamed with moisture. Eden leaned back slightly and invited him closer. His lips reached out and the moment they made contact with her flesh he felt his erection fill the belt, bringing him a stifled pain. He ignored it, so aroused was he in the act of pleasing her. She had a soft, light taste that filled his senses. Her warmth on his tongue excited him and the light tang of her juices coated his tongue.
She rested fully on her back now, one leg draped over his right shoulder, holding him in place. The pain in Chris’ groin only intensified and he knew if it didn’t relent it would become too much to bear.
A muffled moan could be heard from between her thighs. It took her some time to hear it though she ignored it. The hum of his lips on her labia heightened the sensation and she began breathing heavily, her orgasm spurred by his aching breathing.
She looked down for just a moment and saw his eyes pleading intently. His mouth never left the flesh of her pussy and she sighed deeply, lost in total contentment. It was difficult for him, most likely painful, but he had to feel it. Her legs opened further as her moisture had become a heavy flow. Soon she would reach orgasm. He continued to lick obediently.
“Down,” one hand rested in his hair, her fingers curled tightly in his dark locks. He made a sound, a questioning, timid sound and she repeated herself. “Lick.” When he hesitated she urged him down, one hand on the top of his head. Tentatively, his tongue inched forward until it made contact with the clenched ring of her anus. He noticed it was slick with her juices. On first contact she moaned unbidden. Her thighs parted and he was eye level with the drenched flesh of her sex.
Soon he was licking her with a diligence. Her breathing increased with his touch until her chest rose and fell, her full, small breasts standing firm with pointed nipples as she groaned out an orgasm. Her peak came with a surprising crudeness, her legs wrapping about his neck, locking his mouth to her groin as she shuddered. Her body twisted as climax overtook her. Her lower body pressed eagerly against him, her asshole centered on her lips as her pussy flowed.
It seemed to drench him. Her juices ran heavily and Chris swallowed them quickly, the excess slathering his chin and running down his neck. Eden took some time to come down. Rarely were her orgasms this powerful and not in memory could she remember one this momentous. Chris was still, afraid to move. Held firmly in place with the back of her hand against his head, he waited for her. He could feel her breathe. Her pussy shuddered with each heaving breath as it slowly cooled and her flow became a small trickle.
He had forgotten himself and suddenly remembered the ache. It radiated from between his legs up his body, raging in the swollen confines of his balls to sit in his lower abdomen and glow like embers of a fire. Eden took no notice, though she was well aware of his situation. In front of him her cunt seemed to breath like it had a life of its own.
For some time he thought she was asleep, the pressure on the back of his head slowly relenting. She had only achieved a moment of serenity never felt before and did all she could to savor it. Unable to hold back much longer Chris moaned from the dulling ache that throbbed in his crotch. His position, naked with his mouth pressed tightly against her pussy, only excited him which increased his pain and caused him to whine unconsciously.
The sound of it, a low mewing, traveled from his lips to her body. It gently shook the swollen flesh of her labia and passed deep into her canal. It seemed to focus there and throb in her innermost center. Eden felt it in her womb and rolled her head back, tears almost coming to her eyes so sensitive was she from her previous peak.
She came again, this time in a way she’d never experienced. Chris’ cries, stifled against the warm flesh of her crotch, were slow and rhythmic. They flowed into her, causing her toes to curl and nipples to firm. Her orgasm began at the clench of her anus, where his lips settled and traveled slowly through her pussy deep into her body. It rested in her stomach and traveled upwards so she found it difficult to breath and gasped in need of air. All the while Chris held close, his skin never leaving hers. Between his legs his penis swelled further, turning the ache of pain into a sharp, focused hurt.
As it subsided, Eden rested, her thighs parted widely. Her palm rested on her stomach, feeling the breaths pass through her. After some time she sat up slightly, one hand curled behind her head. She could see into his eyes and finally realized what he felt. From her position, the shine of tears was obvious.
“It hurts.” It was a question more than a statement. He only nodded, a silent, muffled sound against her swollen lips. “You must feel it. It’s good for you.”
His eyes closed then and he pulled away. She let him, his absence causing a slight chill to her exposed sex. He sat back on his heels, the plastic a pink beacon between them. His cock smudged against the plastic. Sitting up, she took it in her hands, the head held gently between thumb and forefinger. Even as a woman she knew what he must be enduring. There was a need inside her to release him, to take him inside her and offer comfort as a woman but knew the consequences of such an action.
Instead she kissed him. He was more taken by this action than if she had released him and sped him off to a fruitful climax. Her kiss was soft and wet. The tips of her fingers cradled the curve of his chin and lovingly stroked the smooth skin of his neck. Her lips parted to share his breath but nothing more. She held him, her bare breasts pressed into his chest and he moaned in appreciation.
They broke slowly, her fingers still stroking his chest as she smiled.
“You must get ready. We have much to do today.”
He sighed and stood. She watched him, lean, muscular body, tight, chubby behind and long, strong legs as he walked. His head hung low as if ashamed and broken.
The warm spray of the water did much for him. It seemed to brighten his mood and ease the pain he was suffering. She donned a silk robe and leaned against the doorframe, watching as he bathed.
He took his time, relieving in the soothing comfort of the water, the slick glide of the soap over his body. For the first time he noticed his sensitivity. His neck, his lips, his ass, his nipples, they all seemed heightened and he caressed each, stimulating his captured prick which had now reformed to a full, confined throb he found pleasant.
Unashamed, she parted the cool silk to find her sex still moist. Her fingers worked expertly, teasing the lips, exploring inside. Her legs twisted, knees locked together, moving to and fro in rhythm with her fingers.
Chris watched through a part in the curtain as she pleased herself in a way that he, as a man, could not. At the moment of her peak their eyes met and the shame he felt earlier was renewed. His penis, locked and untouched, reminded him of his predicament. Eden, naked, aroused and in the midst of orgasm, only reinforced it.