Saturday's at St. Martin's College

Lamar grimaced as he entered the third hour. This was only his third of many Saturdays in his next four years in the purity chair. It was a ritual the boys new well. The school had a strict chastity rule for boys. They were locked in a chastity cage at their orientation. That was humiliating enough.      

Lamar had stood in that line three weeks before. It was all apart of St. Martin’s Colleges religious chastity protocol. He was humiliated as he approached the thirty-year-old technician. He along with all the other 19-year-old freshman were each forced to lower their pants and have their dick locked in full metal curved cage so they couldn’t get hard. The worst part was the tight one-centimeter ring that encased their scrotums. This ensured that their sperm would not leave their scrotums as it built up over four years.

Lamar had always been proud of his 8-inch black dick. He was always proud of having a big dick with his small frame and nerdy glasses. Now it looked pathetic. After the cage was put on, they were given a shot that would block the signal from their brain to their genitals to orgasm and ejaculate. This was important on Saturday’s. The boys knew the eight-hour ritual well.

The slogan of the school “a chaste boy is a good boy” was fully enforced. Not only were they forced into chastity, but they would not ejaculate for the next four years as their sperm load increased. Even over breaks Lamar and the other students would be kept in their cages.

Lamar didn’t realize until he saw his roommate, a junior named Ethan, naked why most of the upperclassman exclusively wore sweatpants. Ethan was a red head with freckles, 20, and lean and lank, with a red beard. As the boys stripped to prepare for their first Saturday in the purity chairs Lamar’s mouth fell open as Ethan pulled out a grossly stretched scrotum containing two plum sized testicles. Ethan explained that since they were kept in constant arousal for 8 hours on Saturdays and since they were locked with the bands around their scrotums their testicles swelled with cum over four years and by the time he left they would likely be the size of ostrich eggs.

By the third Saturday Lamar was used to, and dreaded, the routine. The technician would knock on their doors and wheel in their two purity chairs. The chairs looked like electric chairs and worked in tandem. Lamar and Ethan would be edged to the same arousal level that would make them feel like they were past the point of no return and leave them there for eight hours in desperation.

The chairs were set up across from each other so they could see others arousal and deep desperation to cum. Lamar could already hear the boys next door that had already been hooked up moaning. They were freshman and one was already begging for release. Ethan and Lamar sat naked across from each other. The technician placed them in the arm and leg restraints and the lap restraint tightly under their navels. The boys weren’t going anywhere.

Lamar had found it best to keep his pubes shaved with the chastity cage but Ethan had a thick patch of red furry pubes. After the boys were locked in place the tech used his key and removed their cages. They would be washed while the boys were edged. The band around their scrotums would remain to keep their sperm contained.

The tech then used a rag and soap to wash a weeks’ worth of smegma and piss from their dicks which instantly grew rigid at his touch. Lamar easily hit his 8 inches and Ethan grew to 6 inches. Lamar’s throbbing man meat looked like a small baseball bat in the tech’s hand against his skinny, nerdy frame. The shot ensured the boys would not be able to orgasm. The thirty-year-old tech loved this part. Some boys would begin moaning and precumming from his touch. Ethan almost always released a bead of precum.

Once cleaned the tech placed a white bowl between each boys legs and said “ok boys, see you in eight hours” then pushed a button on his tablet.

Before the tech was even out of the Lamar felt he was gonna spunk. But he knew by now that was not the case.

The electricity running through the chairs was at the right frequency to bring even the most disciplined marine to complete ecstasy. Lamar would try in vain but would begin whimpering within minutes. He tried to desperately to force an orgasm but all that happened was a long a string of precum falling into his bowl.

Ethan had three years under his belt but was full of three years of adolescent lust. Lamar had noticed in the first edging that Ethan was a faucet of precum. It dripped in long strings into the bowl.

The hours ticked by with the boys arousal hitting new heights without any stimulation at all on their penis’s. As the three hour point hit Lamar was nearing the point of screaming. He was so close, he just couldn’t cum. He sat rigid. Precum was dripping into his bowl at a constant rate.

Across from him Ethan had adjust and was now slightly reclined which forced his penis to Stand straight up. Precum ran down the shaft and over his right plum-sized baby maker. It trickled through his nut hair and dripped into bowl. Lamar could see Ethan had a visible puddle in his bowl which was a quarter full. Ethan’s eyes were rolled back, and he would occasionally let a small “fuck” leave his lips.

Then it happened. After three weeks Lamar knew the look. Ethan’s head would drop, and he would look forward and his mouth would sit open. No matter how much Lamar yelled his name Ethan would not respond. Zoning out had not yet happened to Lamar though he wished it would. He dreaded the Saturdays because it felt like torture. Hours and hours of being desperate to cum. The campus was all boys and sat thirty miles outside of town. Some knew rumors of the schools chastity policy but somehow it was never confirmed publicly.

At hour seven it happened to Lamar for the first time. He was watching Ethan drip sweat and precum into the bowl as drool slid down his stomach into his belly button.

A couple tears had begun rolling down Lamar’s cheeks. His now swollen nuts fiercely ached from constant arousal and through their black color they had begun turning blue. Then he felt nothing. He was staring past Ethan. He was nothing more than two ripe testicles and log of black flesh with clear fluid dripping off the end. And he still had nearly four years of this to go…………

Epilogue

The tech removed the boys from their chairs and laid them back on the floor. They were both slack jawed. The black one was absolutely better endowed which was funny with his small stature. The white six-foot-tall red head had a much bigger pair of sperm factories which wore like two giant oranges now. He picked up the bowls and carried them to his waste box. The black freshman had produced enough to fill half the bowl with clear sticky fluid while the red head had filled three quarters of the bowl. He prepared to leave. The nuns would come in behind him to put the boys back in their chastity cages