Hey, me (34M) and my partner (33F) are looking to start a family but going to go with IVF as I want to maintain permanent chastity. Still early stages though. Has anyone else tried this and got advice for us? Looking for reassurance that we aren't being silly with this approach.
So being new to chastity, I'm kinda curious people's thoughts on wether no touching caged penis, but achieving orgasm and ejaculation via prostate or anal orgasm, do you view this as cheating? I'm sure they'll be quite the variety of opinions on this. I'm open to private discussion as well. Anyhow, enjoy the day.
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I remember the evening Arjun brought it up, the air in our small Mumbai apartment thick with the scent of rain-soaked streets outside and the masala chai we'd shared earlier. I was lounging on the worn-out couch, my legs stretched out, scrolling through my phone after a long day at college. At 18, everything felt new and intense—especially with Arjun, my boyfriend of six months. He was 23, confident, with that easy smile and broad shoulders that made my stomach flip every time he walked into a room. He'd just gotten back from his graphic design job, his shirt slightly untucked, hair a bit messy from the humid wind.
He sat down next to me, closer than usual, his thigh pressing against mine. 'Adwait,' he said, his voice low and teasing, 'I've been thinking about us. About making things... more exciting.' I glanced up, curious, feeling that familiar warmth spread through me. He pulled a small black box from his pocket, the kind that looked secretive and promising. My heart picked up as he opened it, revealing a sleek metal cage—curved and shiny, with a ring that attached to it. I'd seen things like this online, in the hidden tabs I'd closed quickly, but never imagined it in real life. A chastity device. For me.
'What's that?' I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, though I knew exactly what it was. My cheeks burned, a mix of embarrassment and intrigue bubbling up. Arjun's eyes locked on mine, dark and intense. 'It's for you, baby. A way to show me how much you trust me. Imagine it—your cock locked up, all that need building until I decide to let you out.' He reached over, his fingers tracing my arm lightly, sending shivers down my spine. I shifted, feeling myself harden just from the thought.
I hesitated, my mind racing. 'But... why? I mean, we're good, right? I don't need to be... controlled like that.' Arjun leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. 'It's not control, Adwait. It's devotion. Think about it—you're mine, completely. Every time you feel that cage, you'll remember who you belong to. And when I unlock you? It'll be intense. Better than anything.' He kissed my neck softly, his hand sliding to my thigh, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. 'We've talked about exploring, remember? This is us taking it further. Trust me, it'll make you ache for me in the best way.'
His words wrapped around me like a spell. Arjun had this way of making everything sound irresistible, like he was unlocking a secret part of me I didn't know existed. We'd already shared so much—lazy mornings tangled in sheets, his mouth on me in the shower, my hands exploring his body under the covers. This felt like the next step, a deeper bond. 'Okay,' I murmured, my voice shaky but excited. 'Show me how it works.'
Arjun grinned, that predatory spark in his eyes making my pulse thunder. He stood, pulling me up with him, leading me to our bedroom. The fan whirred lazily overhead as he dimmed the lights, the room glowing soft from the streetlamp outside. 'Strip for me,' he commanded gently, and I did, peeling off my t-shirt and jeans, my boxers tenting already. He watched, unbuttoning his own shirt slowly, revealing the smooth planes of his chest. When I was naked, my cock half-hard and twitching, he knelt in front of me, the device in hand.
'First, the ring,' he explained, his fingers warm as he lifted my balls, sliding the cool metal ring around the base of my shaft and sac. It fit snugly, not painful, but secure—like a promise. I breathed deeply, the sensation foreign and thrilling. Then he took my cock in his hand, stroking it a few times to get it fully erect, making me moan as pre-cum beaded at the tip. 'Gotta get you hard for this part,' he murmured, his thumb circling the head. Once I was throbbing, he guided the cage over, the bars enclosing me tightly. It clicked into place with a small lock, the key dangling from a chain he slipped around his neck.
Locked. My cock strained against the metal, unable to grow fully, the pressure building an immediate, delicious frustration. Arjun stood, pulling me close, his clothed body against my naked one. 'How does it feel?' he asked, his hand cupping the cage, giving it a gentle tug that made me whimper. 'Tight... but good,' I admitted, grinding against him instinctively. He chuckled, kissing me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth as his fingers teased my nipples.
That night, he didn't let me out. Instead, he pushed me onto the bed, stripping fully now, his thick cock hard and free. 'You're going to please me while you wait,' he said, straddling my chest. I opened my mouth eagerly, sucking him in, my tongue swirling around his shaft as he thrust slowly. The cage rubbed against my thighs with every movement, a constant reminder of my submission. He groaned, fingers in my hair, fucking my mouth until he came, hot spurts filling my throat. I swallowed, desperate for my own release, but he just smiled, locking eyes with me. 'Not yet, Adwait. This is just the beginning.'
As we lay there afterward, his arm around me, the cage a new weight between my legs, I felt closer to him than ever. Arjun had convinced me not with force, but with that magnetic pull he had—the promise of deeper pleasure, of us against the world. And as I drifted off, already anticipating the ache tomorrow would bring, I knew I'd beg for the key only when he wanted.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting warm stripes across the bed. I woke up slowly, my body heavy with sleep, but the unfamiliar tightness between my legs jolted me fully awake. The cage gripped my morning erection, my cock pressing hard against the unyielding bars, a dull throb pulsing through me. I shifted under the sheets, biting my lip to stifle a groan. Arjun was still asleep beside me, his chest rising and falling steadily, the key glinting on the chain around his neck. I reached down instinctively, fingers brushing the metal, but it only made the pressure worse—no relief, just that insistent ache building like a fire I couldn't touch.
He stirred then, eyes fluttering open, and caught me in the act. A slow smile spread across his face as he rolled toward me, propping himself on an elbow. 'Good morning, locked boy,' he murmured, his voice rough from sleep. His hand slid under the sheet, cupping the cage firmly, giving it a squeeze that sent sparks up my spine. I gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. 'Feels like you're already desperate. How'd you sleep?'
'Not great,' I admitted, my voice breathy, cheeks flushing hot. 'It... it kept me up a bit. Every time I moved, I felt it.' Truth was, I'd tossed and turned, the confinement turning every dream into something heated, my mind replaying the way he'd locked me in, his cock sliding down my throat. Arjun chuckled, low and satisfied, leaning in to kiss my shoulder. 'That's the point. Builds the need. Makes you mine all day.' He tugged the sheet away, exposing me fully, and I lay there naked while he stayed half-covered, his own arousal evident under the fabric.
He didn't unlock me right away. Instead, he pushed me onto my back, straddling my waist, the weight of him pinning me down. 'Shower time,' he said, but his eyes said otherwise. His fingers trailed down my chest, pinching my nipples until they hardened, then lower, over my stomach to tease the edges of the cage. I whimpered, trying to grind up against him, but he held me still with one hand on my hip. 'No moving. You get to watch me first.' He stripped off his boxers, his thick cock springing free, already hard and curving toward his belly. Pre-cum glistened at the tip as he stroked himself lazily, inches from my face.
I licked my lips, mouth watering, but he shook his head. 'Not yet. Tell me how bad you want it.' His fist pumped slowly, the slick sound filling the room, making my caged dick strain painfully. 'Please, Arjun,' I begged, voice cracking. 'It hurts... I need to cum.' He leaned closer, rubbing the head of his cock against my lips, smearing wetness there. 'Not until I say. Open up.' I did, tongue out, and he fed himself into my mouth, thrusting shallowly while jerking the base. I sucked greedily, hollowing my cheeks, tasting the salt of him, but the cage mocked me with every bob of my head—full, trapped, leaking uselessly.
He pulled out before he finished, groaning as he climbed off. 'Come on, shower.' In the tiny bathroom, steam quickly fogged the mirror as hot water cascaded over us. He soaped my body, hands everywhere—lathering my ass, fingers dipping between my cheeks to circle my hole, making me arch against the tile. 'So responsive,' he whispered, pressing his body flush to mine from behind, his erection sliding between my thighs. The cage bumped against his balls with each nudge, heightening the tease. I braced my hands on the wall, moaning as he rinsed me, his mouth nipping at my neck.
But still, no key. He dried me roughly, toweling my hair before dressing me in loose shorts and a t-shirt—clothes that hid the bulge but let me feel every shift. 'Wear this to college,' he said, smirking as he buttoned his own shirt. 'Think of me every time it rubs.' I nodded, swallowing hard, the idea of sitting through lectures like this sending a thrill of humiliation through me. He kissed me goodbye at the door, hand palming the cage one last time. 'Text me if it gets too much. But don't beg yet.'
The day dragged. In class, I crossed my legs, uncrossed them, the metal warming against my skin, every lecture on economics blurring into fantasies of Arjun's hands unlocking me. By lunch, I was leaking, the cage slick inside, my balls heavy and full. I texted him: It's driving me crazy. When can I get out? His reply came quick: After dinner. Be good.
Evening couldn't come fast enough. Back in the apartment, the smell of dal and rice greeted me—Arjun cooking, humming softly. I dropped my bag, pulling him into a hug from behind, grinding the cage against his ass. He turned, eyes darkening. 'Eager?' We ate quickly, his foot teasing my crotch under the table, pressing just enough to make me squirm. Dishes done, he led me to the bedroom, pushing me to my knees. 'Earn it.'
I stripped him eagerly, mouthing his thighs, nuzzling his cock until it hardened fully. Then I took him deep, gagging as he fucked my face, hands guiding my head. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with his pre-cum, the cage throbbing in rhythm with his thrusts. He came with a grunt, flooding my mouth again, and I swallowed every drop, eyes watering, body on fire.
Finally, he pulled me up, laying me on the bed. The key clicked in the lock, and relief washed over me as he removed the ring and cage, my cock springing free, red and swollen. 'Fuck, you're dripping,' he said, stroking me once, twice, making me cry out. But he didn't let me finish alone—he flipped me over, spreading my legs, lubing his fingers before pushing two inside me, curling them against my prostate. I bucked, moaning loudly as he worked me open, then replaced them with his cock, sliding in deep with one thrust.
He fucked me hard, hips snapping, hand reaching around to jerk my aching dick. The build-up exploded in seconds—I came with a shout, spurting over his fingers and the sheets, waves of pleasure ripping through me. Arjun followed, burying himself deep, filling me with hot pulses. We collapsed together, sweaty and spent, his arms wrapping around me.
'Was it worth it?' he asked later, tracing patterns on my back. I nodded against his chest, still buzzing. 'Yeah. But next time... maybe not so long?' He laughed, kissing my forehead. 'We'll see. You're addictive like this.' And as I drifted off, free but already craving the lock again, I knew he had me hooked.
I’ve eclipsed my third week self locked without an orgasm. Today I’ve reached my peak urges to remove the cage or orgasm. Please remind me why I don’t need to orgasm or remove the cage!
