Breaking Point- A Chastity Fantasy

Breaking Point- A Chastity Fantasy

by Voyeur

Dec 2020

“If you were a real man, you could fuck me” she whispered as her nail traced down the transparent plastic of the CB-2000 cock cage. I groaned in denied frustration as my cock filled the cage, the pleasant sensation of growing abruptly turning to pain as my 8 inch erection hit the immovable 2 inch barrier. My growing shaft was forced in two directions- internally into my pelvis- an unnatural and painful sensation- and it also pushed the cage away away from body- except that push was arrested by the ring secured around my balls, and they were stretched painfully away from my body, the skin taut to near tearing.

“AAAAhhhhh” I groaned in pain.

She smiled at that. “See if your cock really wanted to fuck me, it wouldn’t let a little bit of plastic stop it. If you were a real man, with a real man’s cock then your cock would burst through that itty-bitty cage and fuck me hard. Didn't you used to brag that your hard-on was harder than steel?”

Her warm hand cupped my balls, and this I could finally feel the sensation. Its the worst thing in chastity- to see your cock so close to her- perhaps even caressed by her but to feel nothing.

“Do you remember when your cock used to get blowjobs? Do you remember when it could stretch to 8 inches straight? I’d kneel down before you and wrap my luscious lips around your dick and worship it? Do you remember that? The way my tongue felt when it flicked back and forth across your dick head?” - she knelt then and took the transparent plastic cage between her red lips again. Once more the evidence of my eyes didn’t match the sensation on the cock- no soft, warm breath and playful tongue, just the unrelenting, unchanging cold plastic. I should feel sensation, but there was nothing!

“ARRRGHH!” I groaned again in frustration and she laughed at my pain. She went lower and ran her tongue across my balls- again I could feel that. My cock tried to expand in it’s prison, pressing hard up against the plastic walls, the erection squeezed to death.

“Poor chastity boy. Don’t you like blowjobs any more? Real men love them, but I guess they are wasted on you! Ever since we found out you liked to be denied more than cumming. That I liked you better locked up, and you liked to keep me happy! That said you do lick pussy well, now that you’ve had months of daily practice”

“No, no, no!” I muttered, hands twisting the bedsheets. I was restrained by nothing more than her will, her words and the cage to which she owned the key. I could never deny her anything, but she could deny me everything. My mouth still tasted of her juices- I’d just licked her to two wet orgasms, her thighs squeezing my ears into my skull when she came. She crawled up my body, fingers circling and playing with my nipples and her mouth now kissing up my chest and nuzzling my neck. I could smell her perfume and feel her warm skin pressed against mine across my body. My arousal grew.

“Well go on then chastity boy! If you really wanted me, you’d prove your cock is as strong as steel and burst out that cage and take me like a real man would! Maybe I should get a real lover? A real man with a real cock? Maybe you could watch from the cupboard, you and your 2 inch little cocklette as you see how a real man fucks your woman?! A man with a real cock- 10, 12 inches! How I would scream to feel such a man inside me!”

I reacted again to her teasing words, my cock swelling till it filled the cage. I couldn't help myself, my body just reacted.

‘Crack’. 

At first I didn't hear it. There was no explosive percussion. But suddenly I realised that I couldn't feel the usual pressure against my cock. Instead I felt… pinched? I looked down. The enveloping tube of the old, plastic cage had split along the seam. The ring around my balls and the locking padlock were still in place, but the plastic tube was now split in two. It was an old design- and cheaply bought from a Chinese vendor on eBay. I’d worn it for several years now, over increasingly long periods, my cock regularly expanding within it’s tight confines. Perhaps it was a manufacturing defect- perhaps it wasn’t great at resisting internal pressure from multiple angles. But whatever had happened, it had split. My cock had finally beaten the cage- I'd reached breaking point!

I looked down and then back up- catching her shocked eyes as they followed my gaze.

She saw my look of stunned surprise slowly transform into a wolfish grin of lust. My whole body tensed to spring, my now proudly erect 8-inch cock bobbing in the air, as I tore away the broken tube.

“Oh…. No no.. noo!” she said. Somehow I paused a moment to give her a chance to safeword- searching her eyes for real rejection. But she turned her head to the side, looking away from me. She would let me have this. Let me have her. She was a woman of her word- however unexpected this turn of events. I pounced on her- she fell back onto the bed, legs akimbo and in an instant, my hips were between her thighs, cock arrowing into her cunt. Fortunately she was already wet from earlier orgasm and her teasing of me- I slid in like a well oiled screw.

A second later and my cock was jack-hammering into her, hips a blur or frenetic pumping, pounding her into the mattress. It was everything I’d dreamed of for so many long months of chastity- a fully hard cock, embraced deep within her warm flesh. Remembering how to be a real man again.

She’d never felt me so desperate before, I’d never fucked her before with such speed! Wham-wham-whamp- the room filled with the sound of my urgent flesh slapping into hers and her pussy throbbed from the friction of over a hundred thrusts a minute. God, I was desperate to sate myself in her warm depths! Her pussy squeezed so good around me and I could feel the rising pressure in my loins as I finally started to come like a real man!!

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It wasn't good sex, there wasn't any variation in stroke, no subtle exploration of her erogenous zones- just a desperately hard cock going in and out as fast and hard as humanly possible. But at least it was energetic and primal- and she wondered if this is what it would be like to be mounted by an animal in heat? Within 2 minutes it was over.

“OHHHHH GODDDDDD!!!” He groaned in ecstasy as he came deep within her. He arched up, eyes to the ceiling, a look of transcendent joy upon his face even as she felt his manhood pulse within her. Then the wild strength left him, and his weight covered her, gently pressing her into the mattress. He lay atop her, his slowly detumescing cock still lodged within her innermost depths. His eyes closed as all the stress and tension left him as limp as a rag doll. Dear God- was he now snoring? Had that explosive release purged all his energy and put him into that post-coital relaxed slumber that men so often fell into once they came? She hadn’t missed that experience while he was chaste. Had fucker actually just fallen asleep on top of her?!

He had. And what was most galling was that huge goofy smile that dominated his sleeping face- he was the cat that had finally got the cream. She knew it would remain with him for a week at least- she’d catch him smirking at the memory in the quiet moments when he thought he was alone.

So she lay there, pinned by his weight atop her torso and fumed silently. She’d let him have this- a once in a lifetime experience of breaking his chastity cage with his cock. The memory of this night would warm and sustain him in the cold, wintry nights of the lifetime of chastity to come. He’d smile at the thought of the one time he did beat the system and was a real man. But it would never be repeated.

She’d buy a steel cage tomorrow- there would be no breaking that, no matter how hard or long his cock strained against it. Perhaps she should get something with spikes? Or maybe even a urethral insert- then if he ever got hard again he’d feel it both within and around his cock. No, they were too dangerous for long-term wear- they’d make mincemeat of his delicate flesh. She didn’t want to actually hurt him- just keep him desperately chaste and forever denied. But maybe she could buy a second cage with spikes and insert, for a few hours punishment at a time? Steel again of course...or perhaps… time for a piercing? A Prince Albert piercing through his cock to secure a new steel cage upon? So many options to ensure he never broke his chastity again!

She lay under him, still too heavy to move and the smile upon her face began to grow until it matched the grin upon his. He’d achieved his chastity fantasy, now she had a lifetime to achieve hers- keeping him locked up forever!

FINIS

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