Locked Lives

“We want you to know that Michael has been in chastity for the last month.”

I couldn’t believe my husband Erik announced this. We were in a booth at Industry, a Manhattan Hell’s Kitchen gay bar with another young couple having drinks. We’d all been catching up like normal on a Friday night after work.

“What?! I’ve vaguely heard of stuff like that, but I can’t believe anyone like us anyone would actually do that!”

“Feel his crotch” said my husband. I felt queasy as a friend put his hand on me and touched me. “Wow!” he said feeling the hard plastic mound through the pants of my suit. “It would be hot to see it!”

“Sure” said my husband. “Let’s go to the bathroom so you can check it out.” He stood up as did the other couple. I mechanically rose. My head was spinning but I felt powerless to disobey.

They followed as I walked into the bathroom. There were a couple of guys at urinals. I stood in a stall with the three of them in front of me.  I paused and then undid my belt and let my pants fall to the floor. I pulled down my underwear. “I don’t believe it!”

I was numb standing there with my shriveled penis encased in that black plastic cage with the small glittering gold lock and my balls squeezed in a ring. From the hole of the cage dripped my semen which happens often as I’m constantly aroused.

Exposed to my friends and revealed to be this way was humiliating.  It was also strangely liberating. After weeks of secrecy, that it was out in the open was in a weird way a relief. I am also embarrassed to admit that it reflected a new acceptance of degradation that I had not previously had. Nothing seemed to be far out anymore.

Going to work and to the gym with that thing on me and fearing it would be discovered had become an obsession. Here I was showing it off.  I stared expressionless.

“I got him a black one so he wouldn’t be able to see his dick anymore. Not that there’s much to see. Oh, turn around and lift up your shirt.” I did. “Healing nicely” said my husband “Cool!” said one of my friends.

Everyone could now see my tattoo. My husband’s initials with wings on either side, on my lower back just above my ass. We went to a place on St. Marks Place three weeks ago for it. Having had a few drinks, I had to pee. I sat on the toilet.

“He can’t pee standing up anymore, like a man. He has to squat like a woman” said Erik. There was laughter. I must have turned red. “Let’s get another round” said Erik. They left. I finished peeing. I put my underwear and pants back on and followed them back to the booth.

“How on earth did this come about!”

“Any young couple who has been together six years is going to have issues. You know Michael. So opinionated. Constantly arguing and debating over stupid shit. I was losing interest sexually. He had gotten so annoying. I was surfing around and came across chat boards relating to how chastity improved relationships. As you know, I’m all top and he’s a total bottom but now the power dynamic is so clearly defined. It was his choice. I said you do this, or we’re done. The sex is amazing. Taking away his ability to cum has made him so focused on my pleasure. His cock sucking is more impassioned and fucking him is incredible as he’s of fire for it. He’s a much better fuck since I locked him up.”

It’s all true. He showed me the cage and explained his rationale and gave me a week to decide. I researched the subject and joined Locked Men, a site devoted to it. I communicated with other locked slaves and masters who counseled me as to what to expect. Our relationship had become strained. I was willing to try saving it.

The night he put it on me I cried. Reading about it and actually wearing it were two different things. The constant heavy feeling of that thing and feeling my penis soft and crushed. The perpetual throbbing when I was aroused. The burning when I would have normally cum. The worst part was not being able to sleep. Stifling my tears as I lay next to my husband so as not to wake him.

I had never been oversexed, I just had a normal interest and was satisfied with my husband. Now I was always horned up. I thought about cock all the time. Since I didn’t have my own anymore I wanted my husband’s more than ever. Not being able to get hard or cum transformed me into a sexual fanatic. Sucking my husband’s cock or just holding it became a fixation. Making him feel good was intoxicating. Getting fucked while wearing the cage was overwhelming. Feeling my husband thrusting his cock in and out me caused my confined soft dick to seem like it would explode.

He knew that and sadistically switched from passionate sex with me to denying me. He’d watch porn and jerk himself off while I had to watch. Then he’s surprise me when I wasn’t expecting it. I was always on edge. It had been a week since he’d allowed me his cock.

“Isn’t that unhealthy? Never cumming?”

“Right. I take care of that. The other day I blindfolded him, took the device off and put a flesh jack on him and he shot quick. Then I caged him again. Once a month is good for that. The idea is that he doesn’t see his dick anymore. His sole interest is mine, so far.” That was a sickening ritual. Then it just seemed like another habit.

“Since we’re both versatile that isn’t needed for us.” “That’s for sure!”

“True. You guys are great together.  A bossy  bottom like Michael really needed to be taken down. He’s adjusted well. He’s stopped the horrible crying. Our love is stronger.”

It was like being in a dream, not really being there as they all spoke about me but not to me anymore. I sat silently. Earlier, things were like a regular night out but once my friends found out about the situation it all changed. No one made eye contact with me.

“I am not only Michael’s husband but now his master. As such, in honor of our friendship I would like for you both to come back to our place to share him with you. I’d like you to experience the profound pleasure he’s now able to give. Please, it will help us. Masters sharing their slaves is part of the lifestyle. You’re our closest friends and we want you two to be the first ones.”

I’d known this would happen from chatting with masters and slaves on Locked Men, but I couldn’t think so far ahead.  We’d known Raul since we were all at college together and then Alexander, his boyfriend of three years. Together we’ve socialized, vacationed together and platonically shared our lives. I’ve always been monogamous. I’d never thought of them sexually before. My heart was racing as I imagined taking their cocks. Having been deprived of sex for a week I was craving only what men do to me.

“Holy fucking shit! That would be so fucking hot! We play together with others but fucking around with you two would be great. I’m bursting out of my jeans!” “I’m up for it.”

“Great! I promise you it will be an awesome experience. There’s nothing hotter than sex with a locked total sub.”

I closed out and paid our tab. We got a cab, I sat in the front with the driver and we headed to our place.

 We were a perfect couple who met at an Ivy League university and would live happily ever after. Our wedding two years ago was featured in the Sunday New York Times. We live in a fabulous Chelsea apartment. Michael is a notable restaurateur. Our friends are all A-list. The past month had been traumatic . The cab reached our building and I paid the driver.