Steel Restraint

Chapter One

 

“No. Absolutely not.”

“C’mon, Marci. You used to do it all the time for me.”

“Yes. I used to. When I was married to you. I don’t do that anymore.”

Basil sighed with frustration. They had stayed on good terms, but he knew he was asking a lot of his ex. “Thanks anyway. I thought I’d ask.” He didn’t disconnect the call immediately. Maybe he was hoping for a reprieve. Maybe he was waiting for her to end the call.

“Hold on,” Marci said. “What exactly do I have to do?” She still felt a little guilt about their breakup. Technically she had been the one to cheat during their marriage. It wasn’t that simple, of course, it never is. But that was that.

“Just hold my key.”

“Yeah, I know. And I need you to spell out exactly what that entails because I’m not touching or looking at your junk.”

In the pit of his stomach, Basil felt a tiny bit flame start to kindle. “I just need you to hold my key for twenty four hours. Probably less. I can even drop it off for you. I’ll only have to see you when I pick it up.”

“Uh-huh.” Marci’s tone was doubtful. “Why? Why so short a period and why me and why are you doing this now?”

Basil considered his options and decided to go with the truth. “Because I trust you. Because I only need twenty-four hours.”

“Why?” she repeated, not missing that Basil had left out the critical part of the answer.

He sighed and confessed all. “Because I have a date and I don’t want to be tempted to do something stupid.”

“Like fuck her on the first date?”

When she said the words they both immediately regretted it. Basil and Marci had fallen into bed on their first date. The sex was great. The relationship had started out on a high note and had slowly disintegrated from there, a slow disintegration that took fifteen years.

“Yes.” He cleared his throat. “Think of it this way, if this works out well, you might never have to do this again.”

She sighed. “Fine. You can drop off the key anytime at my place. As long as I don’t have to see your cock or that contraption.”

 

That contraption took Basil more than the usual time to lock onto his cock, partly because it had been some time since he had last put on his chastity cage and partly because he was so excited by his upcoming date that he kept getting hard which made it impossible to put on since chastity cages were designed to go onto flaccid cocks, not hard ones.

He tried ice and thinking about baseball. He considered beating off just to be done with it, but that wasn’t how he wanted to condition himself. In the end, it had to be a cold shower and judicious application of lubricant to get himself soft enough and slippery enough to get inside his cage.

It had been too long since he had worn it. While Basil knew it was largely his perception, he was certain that he had grown bigger in the time he had been out of his cage. There was a certain eager anticipation and high-intensity worry in the community that wearing a chastity cage for too long could cause permanent shrinkage of man meat; some men desired this and some feared it all the while knowing—at least among them who were willing to think clearly and logically—that such a thing was impossible. Oh surely, a cock grew and shrank with the sexual thought and general lust and the temperature, but wearing a steel cage around one’s manhood couldn’t do that.

At least that was the logical thought process.

Once his cage was on and Basil had firmly clicked the small padlock shut, he exhaled with some relief. He had shaved all his pubic hair off first, which was a process not because he was particularly hirsute, but because getting all the little hairs around his sack and the base of his cock wasn’t an easy task. Still, he liked the look and feel of being hairless, and it made wearing the cage easier because he wouldn’t get an unexpected hair pull at the wrong moment.

He was also certain it made his cock look bigger. Not that he was into that.

After admiring his caged self in the mirror for a minute, he wrapped a rubber band around the padlock to prevent any tell-tale clicking—thank you, Mr. Poe—and proceeded to get dressed. It was supposed to be a date. He dressed nicely, not formally, and once he was ready, he headed out to his ex-wife’s place to drop off the key.

She wasn’t home, of course, because she didn’t want to see him, but he put his key into an envelope and dropped it into the mail slot of her door. The thrill of his predicament gave him a burst of blood to his cock and a pinch of pain. He loved it.

Dorothy was a very nice woman whom he had met the way all modern relationships start: on a dating app. Unfortunately the one he had met her on was of the variety that was tamer than most. The ones that were openly kink friendly had too many men and not enough women. Basil didn’t blame women from avoiding them.

In person Dorothy was every bit as charming as she was on the messaging app. “Call me anything but Dot,” she told him as they sat down for drinks. They had agreed to a drink first, then maybe dinner. They left the end of the evening open and undiscussed which Basil was fine with because he had no intention of fucking her on the first date.

“Most of my friends call me Baz,” he said. “Do you prefer Dorothy?”

She rolled her eyes and brushed her bangs out of her eyes. Her thick brown hair was caught back in a casual ponytail, but she carefully maintained her bangs. “No. My parents cursed me with a three-syllable name. Thee or Thena.”

Basil was momentarily puzzled. “Oh. Doro-thee.”

“Yeah.”

“Thee becomes Thena?”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be short for Athena.” She winced and took a sip of her drink. “I went through an obsessive phase in high school. Greek gods and goddesses.”

“At least you chose the goddess of wisdom.”

She raised his glass to him. “There is that.”

“And war,” he added, also drinking.

“True,” she smiled. “I don’t get parents these days naming their daughters Aphrodite. I mean, who could possibly live up to her responsibilities: sex, beauty, and fertility.”

“It is a little much,” he agreed.

“But maybe not for me.”

 

The date went wonderfully. Dorothy—Thee—allowed Basil to walk her home since she didn’t live far from the place where they had met. The walk was good for him because he had drank and eaten too much and needed to work some of it off. He wasn’t even thinking about the cage around his cock which was a good sign because he knew that would get him into trouble. Of course when he realized he wasn’t thinking about it, he started thinking about it.

It was a vicious cycle.

Without even realizing it, Basil had walked Dorothy up to the third floor of her building and she paused at her door. She wet her lips and he noticed that most of her lipstick was gone; too much drinking and eating and talking.

“Want to come inside?” she asked, hinting at nothing but implying everything.

The question was enough for Basil to get hard, but then he couldn’t get hard because no matter how desperate he became, human flesh was no match for surgical steel. He smiled at her sadly, hoping he was a better actor than he knew he was.

“I’d better not,” he said with as much regret as possible.

Dorothy was taken aback. “And here I was thinking things were going swimmingly.” She flipped her ponytail off her shoulder.

“They are…but I have a strict policy on first dates.” He said it without saying it. “I’ve had a couple of bad experiences in the past with making things go too quickly on the first date and…I’m trying to be more mature.”

She twisted her lips and nodded once. “Okay. The goddess of wisdom would probably say you’re playing the long game. But I can admire that. Still, it feels wrong to end this with a handshake.” Her smile, even without perfect lipstick, was more intoxicating than the drinks he had consumed.

Before they realized it, they were kissing. Basil pressed her up against the door, feeling her body against his. Her breasts mashed into his chest and she hooked one ankle around his calf. It was much more intimate than either one of them would have guessed. Her mouth was warm and wet; she loved the way he probed his tongue into her.

She especially loved the way she could feel his hard cock even through all the layers of their clothes.

He was the one who drew back first because he literally knew there was no way it could go any further. Sure, he could go down on her and please her in a variety of ways, but eventually he’d have to explain about the cage and that wasn’t a first date conversation.

“Okay, wow. That’s almost enough to tempt me.”

“Almost?” she teased.

Basil closed his eyes and forced himself away from her body. “I have willpower that’s like steel.”

“That’s not the only thing you have like steel,” she said, flicking her eyes down toward his crotch.

If only she knew. Basil walked away regretfully, but confident their second date would end on a different note.

 

The following day Basil went to Marci’s to get his key back. Being in chastity for over twenty four hours wasn’t a big deal to him at all. In the past when they’d been married, he had gone weeks being caged. It was an endurance test he had loved at the time.

When he knocked on the door, Marci didn’t answer. Liz did. She wrinkled her nose at him. “What do you want?”

“I’m just here to speak with Marci. She has something for me.”

Liz leaned against the doorjamb with no intention of letting him in or going to get Marci. “What could she possibly have for you?”

“It doesn’t involve you, Lez.”

As soon as he had said it, Basil regretted the insult. Liz’s face went from sour to angry in a flash. “You’ve got nothing she wants or needs.” For a short woman she could be extremely loud when she wanted. “Remember she left you for me!”

That wasn’t quiet the case but before the argument could get out of hand, Liz slammed the door shut in his face. If Basil’s cock hadn’t already been tiny and restrained by his cage, it would have shriveled up. He hated that his ex hadn’t just left him, but left him for a woman, Liz. And Liz was exaggerating. Her initial affair was with another woman; Marci just wound up with Liz afterwards.

He took in a deep breath and told himself not to pound on the door and make a scene. She had wound up with the house and he still sort of knew the neighbors. Instead Basil took out his phone and calmly texted Marci.

Before he could finish the message, the door opened back up. It wasn’t Liz.

“You shouldn’t call her Lez,” Marci said.

“I know.”

“It doesn’t help.”

“I know.”

“She told me to punish you.”

Basil lifted an eyebrow. “Oh? And you do everything she says?”

“I’m inclined to do exactly as she asked today. She wanted the punishment to be keeping your key another day.”

Basil said nothing.

“But I wasn’t sure if that was a punishment or not. You might actually enjoy it.”

Basil knew he’d enjoy it more than either Marci or Liz realized.

“So what are you going to do?” he asked her. His voice was stiff; his cock was not—it couldn’t be stiff until he got the key back.

Her smile was barely perceptible. “I’m going to keep it a day. Come back tomorrow.” She stepped back into the house and closed the door.

While he didn’t drive like a madman, Basil got back to his apartment in record time. He was ashamed and embarrassed at what he knew he was going to do, but he did it anyway. The entire time he was thinking it was only one more day and he could deal with it, but he couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t.

After stripping down, Basil got out the lube and the two vibrators, all the while thanking the machines of industry that ordering such products through Amazon was incredibly easy and private. The cage wasn’t coming off, not easily at least. But there were other ways for a little release. Both vibrators had well-charged batteries and he tried not to think about what he was doing while he was doing it. A generous dollop of lube went onto the top of the smaller vibrator and he applied just as much to his asshole. This was where he tried not to think about what he was doing. It was too personal and too shameful.

The small vibrator easily slipped up into his ass. There was no pain, just the usual hard presence that wasn’t supposed to be there. When he turned on the little device, the thrumming was off-putting for a moment, but then it became an agreeable pulsation. Basil didn’t have to summon up thoughts of unfulfilled fantasies; they were already there. He started to get hard, couldn’t, and the orgasm subsided.

He was expecting that. He was used to that. All of the preparation he had been carefully not thinking about his cock, but now he had to think about it. There was just a little pain—but that was expected and wanted—and while he knew he couldn’t get hard, he knew he could give himself a little relief, just enough to take the edge off.

Since he was lying on his back and had raised his knees to his chest to get the vibrator into his ass, it was easy to slowly move the vibrator in and out of his ass by a few inches to simulate getting fucked. He was just looking for an orgasm. Just a little relief.

It wasn’t enough. It had been so long and he had built up his need that he was certain he could get off this way, but it wasn’t going to happen.

Still keeping his true thoughts at bay, Basil searched blindly for the other vibrator on the bed, found it, switched it on, and pressed it against the hard steel bars of his little cock cage.

The pulse from the second toy were transmitted through the steel bars and then to his fleshy cock. It started to get hard once again. The second set of vibrations set up a sympathetic response with the toy in his ass. It was all too much to fully contemplate. Basil didn’t have to fuck himself with the ass toy now, it was going to happen whether he wanted it to or not.

When he did finally cum, it was painful. It was like the first time he had ever cum when he had rubbed himself over and over until suddenly his cock spit out thick, gluey cum all over his pajamas and sheets. He didn’t really get hard, but the vibrator in his ass pressed just the right way against his prostate and that combined with the one pressed to his chastity cage caused him to cum.

Once again thick, white, gluey cum forced its way out of his limp cock, soiling his cage and spreading slowly over his stomach. It wasn’t fun, but it gave him a tiny margin of relief.

He turned off the vibrators, pulled the one from his ass, and staggered to the bathroom for a shower. Cold water washed away most of the cum and then he carefully directed the showerhead at the cage, taking great care to make sure all the cum was washed away. It took long enough that he was shivering and shaking before it was over. Only then did he switch over to warm water and thoroughly washed himself.

He changed the sheets on his bed, washed his toys in the sink, carefully dried them and put them away, all the while pretending he was doing it for someone else.

No one wanted a man who wanted his cock to be controlled by someone else. No one wanted a man who liked to be fucked in the ass. No one wanted a man who wasn’t in control of himself.

It was just one more day. He’d get the key back from Marci.

He could have cut the lock off, but that wasn’t the man that he was.

One more day.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Dorothy turned out to be a terrible flirt and also turned out to be terribly eager to get Basil into bed. She was subtle in her text messages but the intent was obvious.

While Basil was all for revealing kinks, enforced chastity wasn’t something that most women were eager to see in their partner. In terms of how far beyond the pale it was, Basil placed it somewhere between being a foot fetishist and being a furry.

It was with some relief that Basil found his key in an envelope outside the house, the house that he and Marci once lived in. He knew he could have cut off the lock, but that wasn’t the same as being unlocked.

He held the lock for a long time, trying to decide if he should be so bold as to give it to Dorothy if they did wind up back at her place or his place for sex. If nothing else, he’d shock the hell out of her. Or maybe scare her off. Or maybe intrigue her. Or maybe thrill her because he had suddenly put her in the dominant position of their budding relationship.

He decided no, it was not a second-date revelation. They had to have sex first. That was only polite.

 

As much as he wanted to be bold about it, Basil found that he couldn’t go through with his plan of giving the key to his cage to Dorothy on their second date. It was his intent to do so. He had worn the cage to the date because it gave him the confidence that he needed, but when she reached across the table and touched his hand, he knew that they were going to wind up in bed and to do that to her would be crazy. He didn’t want to spoil it now.

Instead he went to the bathroom and unlocked there, putting the cage in his jacket pocket before returning to the table.

“You were taking so long in there I was sure I was dating a woman,” she laughed at him.

He played along. “No. I can assure you I’m all man. All. Man.”

She gave him the side eye. “Really. There’s only one way to prove that.”

“I can prove it.”

“Here?” she boldly challenged him.

A quick scan of the friendly restaurant they were at led him to an understanding of what she was getting at. “Well…maybe not here. Perhaps some place a little more private.”

“What’s closer? Your place or mine?”

His place was closer. They quickly left and eagerly went to his apartment.

It was almost cliché how they stumbled into his place, kissing and groping and removing each other’s clothing. Basil didn’t even have time to turn on the lights. He could barely tell what she was wearing under her clothes. There was a definite flash of a black lace bra—there was some light leaking in from the windows even with the blinds drawn—but Dorothy was eager to get to his bed and so was he.

She got his shirt off but he felt he was in charge, at least for the moment, and kept on his pants. Somewhere along the way her skirt had fallen to the floor. Basil wasn’t sure if her bra ever came off. He did peel off her panties—black and lace, he was sure of it—and realized they were somewhere halfway between a thong and a bikini. That didn’t matter.

When he plunged his face between her thighs she gasped in delight. She groomed herself of course, but had left behind a nice, narrow strip of pubic hair. In the poor lighting he couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but that wasn’t important. Dorothy was more than willing to go along with his plan for cunnilingus.

His tongue tasted her tart flavor and delved into the depth of her pussy before licking eagerly along her lips, already well moistened by her desire, and eventually sought out her clit. When he tickled the tiny little organ she gasped and squirmed in delight.

“Too much?” he asked her.

“No. Keep going.” She pushed his face back down to her pussy. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

If not for his desire to be put in chastity by his wife Basil never would have learned the fine art of cunnilingus. Marci had always given him high marks for pussy eating which was good because his cock was barred from her pussy more than it was allowed in and she had a high sex drive. Marci said that vibrators were wonderful and all, but they didn’t match the satisfaction of a real cock. She also said that she was more than satisfied with cumming just from Basil’s mouth.

Marci said a lot of things.

Basil had learned that Marci was a liar.

He had no idea if Dorothy was the same type of woman as Marci—and Basil hoped to all the power that might be that she wasn’t—but she certainly appreciated a good tongue lashing to her pussy.

Even with his experience at eating out Marci, Basil was surprised at how easily and quickly Dorothy orgasmed just from cunnilingus. There was a minor flood in his mouth and then she was shaking and moaning loudly with satisfaction.

She pushed his face away from her pussy.

“I need a break.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No…I just haven’t cum that hard in…I don’t know how long. Holy shit. Where did you learn how to eat pussy?”

“You won’t like my answer.”

“Try me.”