Getting a taste of my own medicine

I had just gotten home from the longest milking and forced feeding of cum in anyone’s life. I was sore, tired, and slightly full. My cock was spent. It was empty to the extreme. I had found upon getting into my bathroom to finally shower the unspeakable night off of me that I had been drawn all over. Bitch, slut, etc. etc. had been written all over my body. Penises were drawn on my face and my forehead read CUM GUTTER across. I had actually driven home, gotten out of my car and made my way in with no idea this was all over me. Any number of people could have seen me on my way and due to my delirium of exhaustion I hadn’t the faintest idea. When I had stripped out of my clothes revealing the markings all over my body, I had noticed that I had been placed in a chastity of no escape. It was wrapped around my waist and was form fitted to my cock and balls. There was a slit for piss to leave my body, but being so small, I had to sit and try and curb the sprinkler effect it had, as well as avoiding getting my own piss all down the fronts of my pants.

I was so shocked. I looked for every possible way to remove this thing from myself, even contemplating getting someone to help cut it off of me. But being covered in all these marks made that an impossible idea for me and my pride. After I climbed into the tub, I found the feeling of water penetrated everything. I was able to get clean but not nearly as clean as I would had I actually been able to touch my own cock. I could feel the cum still running from my ass and washed everything fully. I then focused on scrubbing the markings off my body with vigor. Seeing that there was still a faint but still clear indication of the writings all over myself I had to call myself out of work for a few days feigning some kind of flu that had wiped me out. Shortly after I made the call using a few sick days I had I climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep. The mere thought of needing to attend my own cock was not something I was not even remotely concerned about.

The next morning, I woke up and instinctively when to scratch my balls and was immediately brought back to my new reality. I couldn’t feel anything aside from the metal surrounding my meaty cock which was restrained and felt a bit tighter than it had before. You never quite understand chastity, until your instinctual cock fluctuation is impeded by these devices. And this was intense. Not that I was horny by any means, but even the slightest bit of blood to my cock quickly reminded me that I was not in control of my most used and beloved asset. I took a shower and tried to get my mind off of my new predicament, but it was impossible. I scrubbed more and more till I felt like I could no longer see the markings of the days before all over myself. I also wracked my mind as to how I would get this thing off. There was no key hole I could find. No point of weakness. It was as though it was one piece, a part of me now.

I began to dry myself when I realized the weight of this thing was beginning to have an effect all on its own. My balls started to slowly ache. Nothing painful per say, but a noticeably increasing dull ache that was relieved a bit when I supported it from under my balls, lifting them a bit. I knew I wouldn’t be able to wear boxers or even boxer briefs with this thing on, and I was going to have to get to work tomorrow. So, I found a pair of tighty whities. They were a bit smaller than I normally would wear but they provided the relief and support I needed. Slipping the Hanes back on, I checked myself out in my full-length mirror. It was quite a site, I have to admit. My cock was always noticeable before, and in these briefs, and with this contraption on, my bulge would be unavoidably noticeable.

I went about my day as normal as possible. Since I had called out of work, I took the time to do some work for the office I should have done the day before. I did a bit of a work out, mainly curious if I could. And even though there were moments I would either brush up my new bulge against the floor or bump it into the counter, for the most part it was a functional device. I decided, having no food in the pantry, that I would have to venture out to get some. I checked again to make sure that the marker was washed off my face enough to go into public. Thankfully it was so feint you couldn’t make anything out. It almost looked like a slight skin discoloration, but since I didn’t really live in an area where my friends or fellow employees were, I figured no one would really take the time to look. When I pulled up my pants I found that my jeans were now way to tight for this new addition. So, I wore sweat pants, but my cheeks blushed at how much my own bulge was protruding. But there are endowed men in the world. I would be fine. So, I threw on a t-shirt and some sneakers and headed out.

As I walked the isles of the store I was so self-conscious. I felt like every eye was on me and my new extended package. Mostly, I was sure it was all in my head. But every once in a while, I was sure some dude would give me that side smirk as he paused, like an appreciative nod. But what they didn’t know, was although my cock was naturally pretty impressive, it was all a humiliating lie….and against my will on top of it all. I had just left the club without even realizing it was on me till I was in my own house stripped and laid bare, with all the insults and humiliation written all over my body. Everything I had ever said or done to someone in that club was now clearly blazon all over me. And nothing would wash away this chastity cage. I just wondered how I would get this thing off.

I returned home and put my groceries away. I couldn’t get my mind off how fucking helpless I felt to my own cock. I looked online for ways to get this thing off of me, but it appeared it was so form fitting against my skin that aside from water slipping in an out, any attempt to remove it would cause self-harm to my own cock and balls. I took another long bath that night and scrubbed away till I was sure there was no more marks on my skin left by the markers. And with that realization, I at least knew I would have to return to work tomorrow. I reasoned that it was all I could really do in this situation. But my mind constantly raced knowing that eventually I would have to return to the club, humbled, to gain my freedom.

I tried to fall asleep and was having a much harder time at it than I had the day before. The thoughts of the experience being milked and force fed what seemed like gallons of my own cum, along with all the subs of the club, both in my ass and in my mouth, swam in my mind. That was the moment I realized just how much trouble I was in. I couldn’t help the natural response I was so accustomed too. My cock began to fill and rise. But instantly that this happened the wall around my cock stood its ground. I ached. I moaned. I was trapped by myself. I began breathing like I was in labor, pleading with myself, calming myself, anything to make my cock settle down from its imprisonment. When I finally was able to get my cock to soften I tried again to fall asleep. It was a restless night that’s for sure.

The next day I woke slowly, having had finally made way to slumber late that night. I felt the pressure of having this cage on me instantly. My morning wood was in agony, and the need to piss was overwhelming. I slowly pulled myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom for my morning piss in a haze. Forgetting that I would need to sit to piss I began to let the flow leave my body and sprayed piss all over myself and the surrounding area of the toilet. “Fuck!” I yelled. Pulling my now soaked briefs off, I immediately went to clean up the area and dry myself slightly. I then got in the shower and cleaned myself realizing this would be the first day back at work in my new situation.

I pulled on my tightest pair of briefs I owned. This did help to relieve the strain but again made my situation much more pronounced in its pouch. I got dressed and thankfully my pants fit but much snugger. My bulge would absolutely be noticed today but all my other dress pants were at the dry cleaners. I headed to work and went straight into the office. My private life has always been private, but my appetites were not unknown to everyone in the office. The few guys I had fucked from work all claimed to be tops before I met them. But my former life to this was a much greedier and demanding one than the position I found myself in currently.

A few hours into my day, much to my dread, a semi regular sex partner walked in. We did the usual small talk and covered business that I had left unattended to on my unexpected day off the day before. Sensing my unusual shortness to him, he shut the door and came around the back of chair. He began to rub my shoulders trying to relieve what he believed to be tension from my fake flu, or the stresses that the job can sometimes bring. I could tell that he wanted to be there for me. In a way a dog tries to comfort its master even after being abused by him. The touch was strong and comforting. The smell of his aftershave began to hit my senses. Instinctually my blood began to flow. I tried to brush him off before it happened but I had not cum in a few days now. My cock began to rise quickly. I moaned and leaned forward grabbing my crotch as the pain of its prison showed its full force. Seeing this he turned my chair around quickly and went to grab my dick. It happened so fast. I was so distracted by this sudden pain from what was normally a very pleasurable moment. He went to grab my dick and found the prison it was held in. He had a wide hand and fully encompassed my cage with it. The look of horror and shock was not hidden from my eyes. And his eyes went from confused, to fascinated, to hungry control. The top he had been before was suddenly returned to him. This power dynamic I had established was broken in an instant.

My dilemma was far from contained in just the club. And it appeared that I would have a whole new set of pills to swallow to teach me about my earlier ways and behavior towards men.