A gay adult story: Irremovable by klapperz ,
A man finally makes the move to meet a dominant master who forces him into an irremovable chastity cage.
I had driven for miles and barely knew where I was. Even though I felt nervous and apprehensive, I knew this is what I wanted. For years I had felt the need to have another man dominate me, to take control of me and use me however he wanted.I approached the tall wooden door of the only country house I had seen for the last mile. After three loud bangs, the door opened, and I was greeted by a man in his early thirties dressed in a black suit. He led me in then shut the door behind me locking the doors.
My heart was racing, as neither of us spoke. Eventually, I broke the silence and said “Hello, my name’s Adam and…”, but I was cut short as he placed his fingers on my lips and took my hand, leading me past his large hallway that echoed our footsteps. We continued through to the perfectly tidy kitchen and outside into his backyard, wherein the distance I could see an old barn.
Once inside the barn, I tried to speak again, but no words came out as I was overwhelmed by intense arousal as my eyes fixated on what looked like a dentist chair. I thought about turning back. Was this mysterious stranger someone I wanted to trust with my life. The only thing I knew about him was from one listing on the classified section of a fetish website I visit frequently.
“The clothes. They’re not needed. Remove them,” said the stranger finally.
I rushed to remove my t-shirt and trousers, struggling to unbuckle my belt, but was able to stand in front of him naked in no more than a minute. I could see his eyes focus down on my semi-erect penis, but his face told no emotion.
He grabbed me then lifted my naked body onto the chair, pushing my head back then lifting my legs up. Before I had time to contemplate what was happening, my ankles and wrists had been wrapped in a metal chain, attaching me firmly to the chair. My hands were locked slightly above my head to the top of the chair, while my feet were secured to the bottom.
“Should we talk about limits and…”
“You have no limits and if you continue to talk you will be punished.”
I stayed silent although the dominance the stranger displayed aroused my, causing my erection to stiffen. Taking a reel of gaffer tape, he stuck one end to the bottom of my legs then wrapped it around the table. He continued to cover my legs, stopping just above my thigh. I pulled at my legs and wriggled my feet confirming I was completely immobile.
Taking another piece of gaffer tape, he started below my waist then wrapped more under the table working his way up my body to just below my neck. Then he proceeded to wrap more tape over my arms ensuring they were firmly fixated to the back of the chair.
Again I pulled and tried to thrust my hips, but I stuck. All I could do was move my head, wriggle my feet and stake my hands. I was truly at the mercy of this stranger, but I didn’t want him to stop. I was eager to know what would happen next. Desperate some would say.
He picked up a long metal stick like nothing I had ever seen before. On the tip was a red light shining a constant red. Without saying a word he stuck the tip of the device to the middle of my testicles, giving me a hard electric shock.
“Ahh, fuck, fuck, shit,” I screamed struggling to move. I pulled, tugged, twisted my body in any way I could, but the tape had me immobilised.
The stranger finally showed some emotion as he smiled and said only, “Good.”
My cock had become flaccid in fear of another shock; however, I was still more aroused that I had ever been. The situation had become more dangerous, but if it had have stopped there I would have been devastated.
He reached his hand out and gently massaged my testicles which had half retracted into my body. As he rubbed me, my cock began to grow again as my balls came out of their hiding spot.
Taking a cylinder full of lube he squired his right hand then my cock with a hefty dose. My erect cock twitched as I eagerly awaited the touch of his large slippery hands. I moaned in pleasure at the first stroke, shaking as I failed to thrust into his hand.
“Adam,” he spoke while slowly and frustratingly teasing my cock with his fingertips. “Do you submit to me, your new master?”
I nodded my head frantically. “Yes, yes I do,” I blurted out.
“Will you do anything I ask? Anything that pleases me, you will do without question?”
“Yes, yes please,” I screamed as his hands squeezed my balls, then continued to stroke my cock.
“I am selfish, cruel and non-forgiving. You must understand this. You will submit your entire body to me.”
“Yes, Yes,” I begged.
He removed his hands from my body as my cock twitched frantically.
“I am not messing about. If I wanted you to have sex with your best friend, you would do it? If I wanted you to get fucked by everyone in this town you would let me.”
He paused.
“If I wanted you castrated. Your cock removed, your balls removed, you would let me?”
My heart beat faster than it ever had in my whole life. Castrated? I really liked my cock. I was sure he just wanted to know I honestly submitted to him, and the horny twenty-year-old I was just screamed out “Yes master, yes I submit to you fully.”
He rubbed his hands over my cock faster this time, pumping, stroking, jerking me until I was almost ready to cum. “Oh fuck, fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I screamed.
But before a single drop of cum left my cock, he zapped me with the long metal stick again. I screamed in pain, but he shocked me again, then a further three times. My body shook in pain, pleasure and fear. I was still aroused and would have done anything for him to just touch my cock again. But he didn’t. There was silence as my erection subsided leaving a massive load of cum unreleased.
I watched as he walked away, leaving the barn to which he wouldn’t return for another hour. Thoughts flew around in my head, thinking if I had made a mistake, was this what I wanted? But I was sure. This is precisely what I wanted. A master that took no nonsense. I didn’t care about safe words, limits, conditions. Of course, looking back with the knowledge I have now I may have answered differently.
When he arrived later a rush of sweat and heat filled my body as the anticipation of his next move drove me wild.
“Do you still submit to me? All of your body is now mind. This is your last chance.”
“Yes master, my body is yours.”
“Good, then we can begin,” he said taking a toolbox out from under the chair.
“You’re not actually going to…”
“You don’t need to speak. One more word and maybe I will.”
I watched as he pulled a small medical saw from the toolbox. My face dropped as he turned it on and brought it closer to my cock.
“You do submit to me, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer for ages, but when I did I almost didn’t believe I said the words, “Yes, I submit to you master and if you want to remove my cock you can, but please, please…”
The stranger put the tool away and said, “Good, boy. That’s all I needed to know. But you will be pleased to know you can keep your pathetic little cock, though it will be little to no use to you soon.”
I didn’t really contemplate what he meant, I was just relieved he would not be chopping my cock off.
“Thank you, master. Thank you,” I repeated.
Taking out a thin, metal shaped torus from his toolbox, he held it in front of my eyes then said, “This is sharp enough to cut through human bone. Look at the sharp edges.”
The metal torus glistened in the light, and I could clearly see how sharp it was. He picked out four large springs and placed them, two at the top and two at the bottom of the device, before attaching another softer torus in front of it.
“I want you to imagine this is your cock,” he said while picking up a carrot and placing it into the ring. My head began to throb in anxiety, I almost felt faint as he rubbed the carrot over the device. “You see, the carrot it unharmed. Perfectly safe. But watch what happens now.”
He lifted the second torus off the device causing it to snap down firmly on the carrot, cutting it into two. I panicked as I struggled to remove the gaffe tap holding me tightly to the chair. Removing the remains of the carrot, he reassembled the device then placed it over my genitals, pulling my cock and balls through the hole.
“Please. Please master. I don’t want to lose my cock.”
“I assure you this is perfectly safe. So long as the device remains on your cock, it will never release, and your little cock will be fine.”
I pulled my arms and legs, trying to get free but could not. I thought about begging for release, but still, there was something so intense about the control he had over me. I didn’t want him to stop, and it was clear he didn’t actually want to remove my cock. I kept quiet and looked down as he continued to operate on my privates.
I nervously watched as he took a needle and threaded it through the skin behind my pubes. He was piercing my skin with small but thick rings with small screws attached. The pain was, but I still flinched at every injection. I counted ten piercings, but there could easily have been more. When he had finished, he placed the torus firmly on my pubic skin, exposing the screws through tiny holes. Before fastening them with some hex nuts, he set some more springs right under the holes then explained, “Once these hex nuts go in if any of them are removed, the springs will expand. Do you know what this causes?”
“The blade will cut my dick off?” I stuttered.
“Bingo.”
He pulled at the torus, which tugged at my skin. It was uncomfortable and a strange sensation, but it did not hurt. I could see the torus was firmly attached to me. Again, looking back I think I would have told him to stop, that I don’t give consent, but I just couldn’t help obey his every request. His brown eyes would stare, almost pervertedly into mine, feeding off my fear. It gave me a sensation I had never felt before. It was addictive.
I couldn’t believe this blade was so close to my cock. I kept asking if it was safe, but even if it wasn’t, I was too engrossed in his dominance to even care. I just kept watching as he moved onto his next step.
“This is a small microcomputer with a motor attached,” he explained placing it at the top of the torus, then using a screwdriver to force it in place. I could see him attach the end of the motor under the torus and onto the blade. “It has a phone SIM card connected, which will allow anyone with the number and a password to connect and run some commands.”
I wondered what commands he was talking about. Did he mean he could remotely set off the blade to chop my cock off? But before I could ask, he pulled my foreskin back revealing my sensitive glans. Taking the injecting device, he pierced a ring over my frenulum which held my foreskin back, then another ring on the reverse side. He plugged two wires into the microcomputer, then connected the other end to the freshly pierced rings near the head of my penis.
Again I wanted to ask so many questions, but he was busy taking out a small, thin metal tube and sliding over my cock. He took out another couple of springs and placed them over two metal rods that extended from the tube.
“This is your chastity cage, boy. Your cock is mine, and it is now up to me when, or even if, you get to use it again,” he said as he slid the metal rods, with springs attached, into the torus around my cock and balls. I heard them click into place, as I observed what was once my cock be replaced by a metal prison.
“Do you know what happens if you remove the device?”
“Yes master, my cock get’s cut off.”
The cold metal from the chastity cage stung the uncovered head of my cock. I feared what the prolonged exposure of my glans would do to me. Would it be like being circumcised? Would I lose any sensitivity? Not that it would matter since I had no access to my cock anyway.
“I have attached a motor to the springs in the device. If I send a command to the computer, it will rotate the motor. This will hold the springs, and stop the blade from slicing your cock. I can, if I want to, remove the device and let your useless cock survive safely.”
“Thank you,” I sighed as the thought of removing the device became possible.
“Thank you what,” he screamed.
“Thank you, sir. I mean master.”
“Either is fine. You will address me with respect. I am done with you for now,” he said, pulling at the tape restraining my body until my arms and chest was free. The tape pulling at my skin was the most pain I had been in that day. He made sure to pull it slowly, prolonging the agony.
As he worked to remove the last remaining tape from my legs I yelped.
“Silence boy,” he scolded.
I jerked my body, pulling at the metal chains until my new master removed them, freeing most of my body. I sat up on the chair and faced him.
“You will notice I connected two wires to your new piercings. They have two purposes. I can deliver you a small or large electric shock at any time, but sending a message to the microcomputer. It will also send me notifications about any erections you have.”
My cock was already starting to stiffen at the thought of control this man had over my penis.
“You will see there is a small opening at the tip of the cage. This will allow you to urinate without removing the device. But if you ever stick anything, a finger, a pen, even a finger the device will notify me, and you will be big trouble. You can shoot some water up there to clean yourself, this will not set it off.”
“Yes, master. Yes, sir.”
I stood up, feeling the device dangle from my body for the first time. It felt like someone was continually touching my cock and balls. But I knew no one could. No one apart from my master.
“You will leave now. I will see you next month outside my house. No earlier, no later. Understand?”
“A month? No sir, I can’t go a month. Are you joking?”
The stranger took his phone from his pocket and clicked a few buttons. This was the first time of many I would receive a painful electric shock sting the head of my cock. I dropped to the ground, instinctively pulling at the device trying to remove it. The piercings attaching the torus to my pubic skin barely moved. This device was firmly on, with no way to remove it. Then I remember the sharp blade and instantly lifted my hands in a panic, for fear of triggering the end of my cock.
“You will not talk back to me.”
“Yes sir, I’m sorry master. Never again.”
As he continued to use his phone, I flinched, scared of getting another shock. But instead, he took a few steps back and used his camera to take several pictures of my naked body. I remained silent and let him take as many as he wanted.
He handed me my clothes and watched as I got dressed. Once I had put my shoes back on, he led me back through his house then out to my car.
“Before I forget. You will need this,” he said handing me a plug and cable. “The torus wrapped around your cock and attached to your skin has a large battery inside. The battery will last forty-eight hours until it needs to be charged. You will charge this every night. When you have two hours left it will continuously send an electric shock, stronger than the one you just received until you plug it in. Trust me, you don’t want this to happen. Keep it charged.”
“Yes, master. Thanks, master,” I said as I pushed the keys into the ignition and drove away. I looked in my rearview mirror as my master stood tall waiting until I had left his property.
I had no idea how I would wait an entire month with this thing stuck to my cock. I was still nervous the blade would fail and cut my cock off. Or what if I didn’t keep it charged and had to suffer that painful electric shock again.
It was a long journey back to my apartment, where all I could think about was my new master and how badly I wanted to see him again.
As I said before, do I wish I never met him? Definitely not. But I certainly wish I had access to my cock. Maybe I could have negotiated more, or tried to find someone else. But I knew what I wanted.