Revenge of the KeyHolder

Even though his current predicament was entirely of his own doing, the feeling of desperate helplessness wasn't any less real. And to think, he had volunteered for this in the first place! He had to get the keys to these cuffs, and soon. How much time he had left, he did not know but every second he wasted was a chance he might never be free ever again. It all started 12 months ago when his urge for fulfilling his chastity belt fantasy become all too real.

He had been in the scene for about 4 years, tending 80% sub, and 20% Dom, and had had 2 serious slave/Mistress relationships. Both of those periods had been wonderful but both had been missing something. He stumbled across Altairboy's Chastity Belt Site and felt he had died and gone to heaven. Of course, this had to happen when he was currently "unattached" and made his frustration even greater. Through no fault of his own, he had been unable to connect with a mistress willing to fulfill his wishes and his desperation grew.
With him nearing the end of his rope, so to speak, he managed to make contact with a promising prospect. He still remembered a fellow sub's sobering warning when he asked her about this particularly reclusive mistress.
"Be very careful what you wish for, she plays for keeps!"
"Is she mean or unfair?"
"No, no, not that. Just, once the contract is agreed upon, there is no backing out. It's scary as hell, but that is what you really want, isn't it?"
"Oh...Well, Of course......"
He had played quite rough in the past, and was not adverse to the "hard stuff". The idea of having no safe word, no way out if he got in too deep both terrified him and electrified him. He hoped curiosity wasn't going to kill this cat and bravely called for an appointment at his earliest opportunity. The interview when better than he expected, and soon he found himself longing to be under her spell.
"Have you ever had a chastity device before?"
"...no mistress, i..."
"Go on, you may speak freely."
"...the thought of having my mistress controlling such a private part of me, even when i am free from her presence is intoxicating."
" As you may have guessed, this is my specialty. Does this please you?"
"..Mistress... i can think of nothing better than having you in sole control of my very being..."
"Well put, I think I shall take you on as an apprentice. I shall be easy on you at first, although you may not think so. One thing I must stress is there is no turning back. I will not harbor a lying or treacherous slave in my company! I will treat you with honor and respect and I fully expect to have it returned in kind."
"...of course mistress."
"We shall try a trial of one year. If you appear to be satisfactory, a more permanent arrangement can be worked out."
"...m-mistress, am i to held chaste for a full year?"
"Don't look so worried, I would never start out a new recruit for such along time. We shall start out for much shorter periods and gradually build upon them. Every slave is different. Because your periods of "release" are limited, you will come to enjoy them so much more. In time, you may find yourself willing to do almost anything for that one treasured moment."
He wondered how he could ever agree to something like this, but he found he could not even consider turning her down.
"...is there no way out if i change my mind?"
"Once you sign this contract and give me your solemn oath, there is no backing out until the year trial is completed. Barring, of course medical difficulties, surgeries and traumatic accidents. For such emergencies, I will provide you with a spare key and medical alert bracelet. The key is tamper-proof, so if it is necessary to use it, there had better be parts of you bleeding profusely."
She had been joking but the steel behind her words sent chills through out his body. Something told him he would never wish to see this mistress' rage. He managed to gulp a quiet "yes" without going to pieces. All kidding aside, this was serious business. Once he put his John Hancock on the dotted line, he would be completely owned by this lovely woman and for the life of him he could not believe how lucky he felt. With trembling fingers, he inscribed is personal mark in to the fateful contract. He had half expected her to want it written in his blood. He knew he should have had his lawyer look at it, or at least read through it completely, but he could hope to stop his raging emotions.
"Now before we start, I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine."
With a flick of her wrist, she clicked on a hidden light switch and spotlighted a steel and chrome masterpiece.
"It's Walter Goethal's Chastity Belt, which I have modified just a bit. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's a wonderful design, but it lacks certain permanence to it. I mean, baring exotic wonder metals, all chastity belts can be defeated by cutting or filing them off. Lock can be picked, and frisky little body parts can be wiggled out of some of the tightest places." "To prevent these extra-curricular activities, I have modified these belts to provide a more "secure" protection. Are you familiar with Kali's Teeth?"
"...y-yes mistress, i tried one once, it was...severe..."
"Wonderful! Well, I added quite a few rings of spikes within the penis tube. Nothing dangerous you understand, but they are centered in such away as to discourage "excitement". Any moderate vibrations are focused towards the pelvic region. The resulting engorgement of the slave's member can become quite painful, even if only semi-erect. You will find sexual excitement will be allowed only when I give you permission and I alone. This is the device's first line of defense, not including having the steel contraption locked closely about your "naughty bits"
He could not help but finger the horrible device and wonder what it would be like to have it in place. Well he would soon find out.
"Of course, even the most delicate slave can become immune to such a painful deterrent so I have add a more permanent accessory to prevent tampering. Embedded within the belt and front plate is a high tensile steel wire. It is under a great deal of stress, 400 ft/pounds to be exact, with the final loop neatly positioned about the victim's scrotum. The entire system is balanced under high tension and can be tripped by, you guessed to, cutting or grinding of the belt in any way. It doesn't take much stress, but is has to be a deliberate break in the belt's integrity. Any unauthorized tampering and...."
SNAP!
In a blindingly fast flash, a razor sharp steel noose constricted impossibly small in the crotch area of the belt.
"Even if one were to try to endure this noose while quickly trying to cut off the rest of this beautiful device the damage would have already been done. This is exactly how they castrate cattle and swine on farms. A steel band is set in place and within a few days, the offending parts dry up and fall off. The pigs are known to squeal for hours after the process and I'm quite sure it is extremely painful. Ingenious isn't it? Truthfully, I don't think one could cut through the wire without causing more damage (and pain) before permanent injury was the result."
The dear slave could do nothing but stare in speechless horror and the devilish device. She really did play for keeps.
"If you are wondering, of the 27 belts I have placed, none have been triggered, either accidentally or purposefully. Of course they are expensive and their wholesale cost shall be worked off by your "manual labor". Shall we start your fitting?"
He was trapped, he had signed the contract, but he found he didn't want to run away.
"This does excite you!" she commented as she skillfully measured and adjusted the belt. Four long hours passed and the meticulous process was completed. He dared not move or even breath deeply for fear of accidentally triggering the deadly trap.
"You are standing very still which is very helpful, but you need not worry about the tamper proof mechanism. You are quite safe, as long as you don't try to wiggle free."
With the bending, turning and stooping she had him do, including vigorous exercises, he decided that the chastity belt was as safe as could be expected. He soon was able to relax a little, well as relaxed as a slave could get with his mistress adjusting his private parts.
"Finished! Here is the lock and key."
This shocked him even more that having the belt placed on him.
"This is the emergency key along with an I.D. card and bracelet. Keep these with you at all times. I will know if you use it, so don't try to hide it. If you do have an emergency, please call me immediately. My pager and cell phone numbers are on the back. A willing slave is a true treasure and I would hate to have anything happen to him. I DO NOT consider wanting to be let out because you have brought home a hot date from the local single's bar an emergency. "
"m-mistress, you haven't locked it on yet, have i done something wrong?"
"No, you have a 24 hour reprieve. I am leaving you the lock open. You have 24 hours to decide to fulfill your contract. If you decide to go through with it, simply lock the belt on and return here tomorrow at this same time. If you decide to back out, simply remove the belt and leave it in the lock box out front. I will be disappointed but will understand. But consider this, there are no second chances. If you do decline, I will never see you again. Understand?"
"y-yess mistress..."
And so his self-enduced sentence started. He did not know if she could tell if he took off the belt for one last fling, but he decided he had better not chance it. He played with the belt for quite a while, feeling those horrible teeth warning him not to get too excited. With the small but sturdy lock in position he played over and over with the hasp. All it would take is one tiny push and his sex life would drastically chance for the next 12 months. The very idea was too tantalizing to grasp. It was like standing on the ledge with the bungey cords attached to your ankles. He couldn't seem to push himself over the edge. The antisipation was incredible. Finally he could not take it any more and he decided to get off one last time. This was still his reprieve time. His shaking fingers reached for the lock and he tried to twist the hasp around to remove it.
"Yeah, on last time..."
Snap!
"Oh Shit! No!"
Try, as he might, there would be no release for him that night or for quite a few nights after that first night. Over the next few months, he was a very good student and became very attentive to his mistress's needs. The devilish teeth within the belt stopped all his attempts at excitement dead in their tracks. The pain was just too great. When he was very, very good, his rare opportunities for release were indescribably joyous. But when he was bad, even a few hours of additional waiting was more torture than he thought he could bear.
Two weeks turned out to be just the right amount of time between his flings, plus or minus a few days for good or bad behavior. And if the truth were known, he soon became her favorite also. That is why she was so distressed to find out he had been cheating. His manhood was hers and hers alone, and to think of having anyone else using it, even if it was just him in self-gratification, drove her to near insanity. She had only done a quick check of his wallet and the sealed emergency key, mainly because he had showed such promise and attentiveness. But upon closer examination she could see the card's lamanant had been skillfully cutaway and re-sealed with a new plastic sheet. The weight of the card had caused her to notice it, because he had in fact done this trick on four separate occasions. For there on the card were four separate sheets of plastic neatly covering the "tamper-proof" emergency key.
At first she wanted to confront him in hysterics, but that was no way for a mistress to act. She pretended as if nothing had happened and plotted secretly to spring her trap on her lying slave at his next release date. The poor unsuspecting soul had know idea what was in store for him when he allowed himself to be handcuffed spread-eagle on the motel room's king-sized four poster bed.
"I have a special treat for you today, because you have been especially good all week. I'm going to let you have a chance to actually touch the key and release yourself."
The words sounded nice, but he did not find her tone of voice very comforting.
"I think I shall gag you. We wouldn't want to wake up our fellow guests in this lovely hotel."
The extremely large ball gag silenced any protest he might have thought of pleading.
"How long did you think you could get away with it?"
"Mmmmph?"
"You know what I'm talking about, your "emergency" key. You must have cut it out and re-sealed it half a dozen times!"
Caught like a deer in the headlights of a speeding semi-truck, the poor slave could only close his eyes and hold up 4 fingers.
"Four? Four! You gave me your word! I trusted you! I..."
She turned from him and quickly regained her composure.
"I wasn't lying when I told you, you would have the chance to unlock yourself, but I have something special planned just for you."
She walked over the complementary bar refrigerator and took out what looked like a large ice cube and a spool of thread. The one end of the thread was looped and frozen within the ice. She measured 12 feet of thread, snapped off the length and placed the end in his right hand.
"Don't drop this," she said menacingly, "it will become the most important thing in the world to you in a few minutes."
She stretched the other end of the thread with the ice cube attached to the far side of the room. Grabbing the keys to his handcuffs, she deftly tied them to the ice cube end of the thin thread.
"That ice is heavy, if you pull to hard or too fast, the thread will break and you may never get free. But if you are careful, you should be able to reach the keys within the hour."
She crossed to the far end table and started pulling a few strange items from her purse

• a small metal file
• a package of 2 hour epoxy
• her only key to the horrible chastity belt
• his "emergency" key
• a large pair of wire cutters

She took the wire cutters and his key and proceeded to completely destroy the poor defenseless metal object. The fury, which she attacked, the key frightened him to the core.
"One down and one to go!"
All he could do was plead with his tearing eyes. She couldn't be serious, could she?
"Well, I have to admit, that did feel good."
She turned to the bedside table and was soon mixing a large batch of epoxy. Without saying a word, she poured the entire mixture over and into the chastity belts' sturdy lock. An unconscious whimper managed to escape from behind his ball gag. With care she squeezed the glue into every crevice of the tiny lock. Then to his horror, she proceeded to cover the last remaining key in the world with the sticky glue. She then poped the key into the lock and snapped it open.
"No, I haven't decided to show you mercy and let you go, I'm just making sure all the tumblers are fully coated."
She snapped the lock closed again but left the key in place. Then she cleaned her hands on a bath towel and reached for the metal file.
"I should cut this completely off, but I think you will enjoy this better. I'm going to score this key just enough so if it is forced too much it will snap off. The lock turns easily enough now, but as the epoxy starts to harden, it will put more and more friction on the key. How long will it take until the glue is too stiff and turning the key will cause it to snap off? I really don't know, It's 2-hour epoxy, but I'm sure it starts to get hard pretty quickly. All you have to do is release yourself in time to take that risk.
Good Bye for ever, your naughty slave."
And with that, she wiped her hands a final time, picked up her things and turned to leave.
"Oh. I almost wish I could be here to see how this turns out, but my flight to Athens leaves within the hour. Ta Ta! And remember not to try to cut that belt off, you just might trigger that nasty castration device."
With an evil smile she lock the door behind her, leaving him alone in his torment. The sound of the door locking closed woke him from his stunned stupor, and he started to carefully pull in the thread. Goodness, that ice was heavy! One tug too strongly would dash all his hope to hell. As he struggled to reach the keys, he could not help but think of what he had lost. How could he have been so dumb! She must really have cared for him to have been hurt so deeply by his transgressions. And truthfully, his little moments of weakness and been so full of guilt, that he had not truly enjoyed them.
He was sweating profusely when he finally felt the handcuff keys bounce along the back of his hand. With a desperate lunge, he managed grab the prized item. How long had it been, a half hour? An hour? Surely he didn't have much more time to spare. Unlocking the handcuff on his right wrist proved to be more of a challenge than he thought, especially when his heart nearly stopped as the keys started to slip from his damp fingers. Only a tiny bit of threat kept certain disaster from befalling him. With a gratifying click the cuff released his already raw wrist and he grasped for the chastity belt key. The glue surrounding the lock was still stickey but was becoming harder by every fleeting moment. He could feel the deep cut she had left on the key and knew to would not take much force at all to snap it off. How hard should he try to turn it? Should he try at all and wait to try to make it to a locksmith? Precious time was slipping by and he desperately needed to do something. He closed his eyes and started to apply tension to the key.
Was it starting to turn or was it only bending into an impossible shape.
"Just a tiny bit more.... Come on....Please!...."
What would it be like, never to be able to touch himself ever again. How could he survive one more minute, let alone the rest of his life! He couldn't take much more of this. Both his terror and his state of excitement raged within his heart. He know it must end soon but, God help him, he didn't know which to root for.
"If I ever get out of this I'll never have the courage to wear one again."
He tried to push the key a tiny bit more
"P-Please...just...."
Snap!
And now, my fateful readers, it's up to you to decide. Did the lock "snap" open? Or, did the key "snap" off? Is our hapless slave doomed to permanent freedom or permanent imprisonment? And is that a good thing or a bad?
Happy Dreams!

The doctor's office

The doctor's office called and said they could fit me in for my physical that day. I thought nothing of it until the nurse told me to strip and that the doctor would be in to see me in a moment. I was locked in a chastity device.

I was a chastity devotee, loved wearing cock-locking toys, loved being forced to wear them, and in between relationships, as I was then, I hired an on-line keyholder to administer my chastity. I had an emergency key, but it was at home. I was so used to wearing the chastity device, suffering the pain of denied erections, that I'd left the house without even thinking.

"Oh fuck," I whispered, panicking.

Maybe I could reschedule. But I needed the physical to start the new job. The receptionist had moved things around to get me in. I'd look like a total dick if I left. A total limp dick. On the other hand, what would the doctor say? Would she write in her permanent record that I liked penis torture?

I grabbed my coat and was determined to just deal with the fallout of cancelling when Dr. Colleen opened the door to the room.

"Not undressed yet, Mr. Roberts?" she asked.

Dr. Colleen was one of the new doctors at the practice, the only one who could fit me in. She was just out of med school, petite, pretty with long dark hair. She was wearing a skirt over nylons and a blouse that showed off her perky breasts. Her doctor's coat hung open.

"Um," I said. My face burned and I knew I was beet red.

"You're not embarrassed, are you?" she asked. "Really, this is totally professional."

"I... I... forgot something that I should have done...."

"This won't take long," Dr. Colleen said. "I understand this is for a new job."

"Yes," I said.

"I understand you can be a little nervous about a strange woman seeing you naked, but I promise you it's no big deal."

"It's not that. It's...."

"Then what is it?"

I decided I'd just get it over with.

"Dr. Colleen, I totally forgot about what I'm wearing underneath my pants. Since this appointment was last minute."

Dr. Colleen smiled. "I'm a pretty open-minded doctor. I think I can handle whatever you have under there. Whether it's panties?"

I shook my head.

"Dyed public hair?"

I shook my head.

"Shaved bare?"

"Well, yes, but that's not it."

"Unconventional tattoos or piercings?"

Again I shook my head.

"Now you have my interest," Dr. Colleen said. "Drop your drawers. And I promise you that I am not going to judge you at all."

So I unbuckled my pants and revealed my poor shriveled cock in a locked CB6000.

Dr. Colleen pulled on latex gloved and lifted my locked cock. She peered at the plastic that passed behind my testicles. She tugged at it gently and I groaned. She pulled on the lock.

"This is consensual?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Looks like you have some chaffing near your testicles. How long have you had this on?"

"Two weeks, I guess. Fifteen days." I was in one of my longer periods of chastity.

"No masturbation at all in fifteen days?"

"None."

"Wet dreams."

"Uh, no."

"All right then," Dr. Colleen said. She continued with the physical, ignoring the plastic contraption on my cock. There was one benefit to the cock cage. Dr. Colleen was a beautiful woman, and being naked in front of her might have caused an embarrassing erection. There was no danger of that.

"Well, you're in fine physical health except...."

"Except?"

"I'm going to need to examine your penis and testicles more closely."

Before I could answer, she turned on her stool, opened a drawer, and removed a heavy set of cutters. I don't know what they were usually used for, but they made short work of the lock.

"Wait...." I said half-heartedly.

She removed the plastic cage and my cock became erect quickly.

"Excellent," she said. "I was worried about the long-term impact on your erectile tissue. You don't use it, you lose it. Just like any other body part."

She lifted my testicles.

"I'll prescribe you an ointment for this chaffing," she said.

Then she told me to stand.

"Bend over the examination bench," she said.

"But...."

"Bend over, I need to check your prostate," she said.

I turned, exposing my ass to my doctor.

She lubed a finger and inserted it into my anus. I knew when she found my prostate, since my knees went weak.

"Hmm," she said.

She finger-massaged my prostate prompting me to groan, or maybe I moaned. Five more seconds of massage, and my cock exploded in the most satisfying orgasm I'd had in months.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," I said.

"Nonsense," she said. "It's a natural reaction to your two weeks of deprivation. Think nothing of it."

I couldn't believe when she reached around with a cloth and cleaned the log stream of semen off the paper covering the examination table.

"You appear to be entirely healthy, regardless of your self-imposed chastity. We'll sign off on those forms and get you started on your new job." She snapped off her gloves. "Wait right here." She stood and added at the door. "Leave your clothes off for a moment, please."

She was gone for maybe five minutes. I contemplated the cut lock. My key holder would be pissed and would probably enact a punishment: a self-spanking, or the spiked chastity tube instead of the clear one. It was worth it. The physical could have been far more embarrassing than it had been. Dr. Colleen had been incredibly cool about everything.

Just then she returned with a package in both hands.

"I went ahead and got you some ointment samples," she said. "But I think we can help with the root cause."

She produced a can of shaving cream and straight razor. Before I could say anything, she slathered my balls with cream. In another moment, she was quickly shaving the stubble from my cock and balls with a straight razor. I watched mesmerized and suddenly my cock was growing in her hand.

"Doctor, I'm not...."

"Don't worry about it," she said, distracted by her work. "It's good to keep my razor skills keen."

In a few minutes, my cock and balls were cleaned of hair. Usually I did it myself before I started any long-term chastity. Her work was quite precise, and probably was a closer shave than I could ever do.

She took the CB-6000 and held in her hand, comparing it against my erection.

"I thought this might be a problem."

Her other package was an ice pack. She placed it against my crotch.

"Ah!" I said in surprise, but the ice pack did its job and my cock shrink to its normal shriveled size.

With skill, Dr. Colleen replaced the CB-6000 on my cock.

"It won't stay on without a lock," I said, motioning to the lock she had cut off.

"Oh, no worries."

She had a new lock, which she placed on the chastity device with a click. My cock was locked back up.

"Go ahead and get dressed."

She was out the door before I could ask for the key.

As I was buttoning my shirt, she returned with a nurse. Dr. Colleen handed me the prescription, the ointment samples, and a copy of my medical report.

"Doctor?"

"Oh yes," she said. She showed me the small key. "Nurse Jenny, make sure we schedule Mr. Roberts for a follow-up visit in two weeks for a check on his prostatitis."

Jenny smiled at me and I swallowed. Did she know what Dr. Colleen was doing to me?

"Doctor," I said a little more firmly.

"Better make it thirty days," Dr. Colleen said with a smile.

The nurse looked up. She was more buxom that Dr. Colleen, blonde, and curvy. "Does thirty days from now work for you, Mr. Roberts? Or would you like me to push it out?"

"No, no, thirty days will be fine."

Dr. Colleen smiled. "And make it the last appointment of the day. Mr. Roberts is starting a new job, you know."

As I left the office, Dr. Colleen smiled at me.

I smiled back. It looked like a had a new keyholder.

Thirty days went by far slower than I expected. It was my first time with no safety key. If I wanted the chastity device off, I'd have to cut it off. And then I'd have to change doctors.

In all truthfulness, I'd sometimes used the safety key to take care of myself during long sessions of chastity. A sexually explicit TV show or a pretty girl walking down the street, and I'd be whacking my pud without my key holder's consent. But not this time.

I was in a constant state of painful arousal wondering what Dr. Colleen intended. Had I misinterpreted the encounter? There was no way I had. She'd cleaned my pipes and then locked me back up with her own lock. She clearly wanted to keep me in chastity.

I arrived 30 minutes early a month later.

"Dr. Colleen is running a little behind," the receptionist said. She was getting her coat on, and the waiting room was empty. "But she says you can wait in Room C."

She led me back. It was after 6 and the office was deserted. Room C was the same room as last time.

"She'll be right with you."

I sat on the crinkly paper of the examination table. My heart was thumping. I'd never had an in-person key holder.

The door opened. Dr. Colleen entered, petite, beautiful. Her lips were brighter than last time. Her lab coat covered whatever she was wearing beneath. She smiled.

"Mr. Roberts, I'm so glad you didn't cancel your appointment."

"Me, too," I said. "I mean, no, I didn't, Doctor."

"I've been looking forward to your appointment."

I tried to be suave. "Well, doctor, as my new keyholder..."

"Remove your clothes, Mr. Roberts," she said sharply. She turned and left the room.

There apparently would be no flirting. I dropped my drawers, laying my short, pants, and underwear across the chair. My cock was pushing at the cage, twitching and swelling. I knew what was coming, I hoped.

Dr. Colleen left me waiting for quite some time before she reappeared. She had lost the lab coat. She was wearing a short skirt, tight blouse, and seamed stockings. The high heels gave her an extra three inches.

"Let's get this straight, Mr. Roberts," she said. "I am not your keyholder, your girlfriend, or your mistress. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, my throat dry.

"You are my patient. In fact, you are my experiment. I am interested only in your reaction to prolonged penile entrapment. This is not romantic. This is scientific. In fact, you might be the subject of a medical journal paper."

She pulled out her phone and began photographing my straining penis.

"Hold still," she said.

She pulled a measuring tape from a drawer, held it against the plastic cage, and took more pictures.

"I think we can go a size smaller," she said.

"What?"

"Shut up and turn around," she ordered.

"Doctor, I--"

"Mr. Roberts, would you ever like to touch your cock ever again?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then shut up. Turn around."

I turned and bent over the table. The paper crinkled under my hand.

"Hands."

"What?"

"Put your hands behind your back."

I did and felt leather cuffs being placed around my wrists. "We use these for psychiatric emergencies," she said.

I heard her take a latex glove from the drawer and snap it onto her hand.

"My first experiment is to see if we can cause ejaculation without erection," she said.

"I don't think--"

She sighed. I heard rustling of fabric. Then I felt Something soft and wet cover my mouth. I gasped and her panties were in my mouth. I tried to shut my lips, but she pressed a spot on my jawline near my ear and my mouth flew open. She stuffed the panties -- black and silky -- deep into my mouth and then covered my lips with a piece of tape.

"You need to listen better," she said.

Dr. Colleen lubed her gloved finger and inserted it into my anus. She found my prostate easily and I groaned with near ecstasy. She knew how to find a prostate.

"No enlargement," she said to herself. "Anus slightly dirty. Some feces in the rectum. You will give yourself an enema before you arrive at your next appointment."

Next appointment? I groaned again as she began to rub the prostate left and right.

"Do you feel imminent ejaculation?"

It felt good, but I didn't feel the inevitable pull in my balls of a good spurt. I shook my head.

I heard the whir of some sort of instrument. Dr. Colleen applied something to the base of my balls. It vibrated and I groaned louder.

Slowly she moved the device from the base of my balls, across my perineum, to my anus. I was suddenly lost in pleasure. She pushed gently against my prostate.

Suddenly, I felt the building of an orgasm. It seemed to travel from deep in my ass to my scrotum, where it surged and bounced between my balls before drippling out of my limp dick. I wanted to shout, but the panties were plastered against my tongue. My nostril opened and I nearly collapsed onto the table.

"Excellent!" Dr. Colleen said. "I knew you could do it. You orgasmed without a complete erection." She leaned around me and I caught a faint whiff of her perfume and sweat.

"I'll need to measure the volume of ejaculate," she murmured. "Then you can dispose of it. Kneel."

I fell to my knees as she scraped the cum up with a metal blade. She placed it into a small test tube and made certain she'd gotten all of it.

"Six milliliters, Mr. Roberts," she exclaimed. "That's quite a lot of spunk! We'll see if we can increase that."

She ripped the tape from his mouth and removed her panties.

"These are soaked," she said. She turned and placed them in the pocket of my pants.

Taking the test tube, she tilted it above my mouth. "Open up."

"Dr. Colleen!"

She reached down and grabbed my balls firmly.

"Open your mouth and swallow this semen," she said softly.

I opened my mouth and she poured the cum onto my tongue.

It was bitter.

"Swallow."

I did as I was told.

"Excellent." She undid the cuffs. "Dress. Our next appointment is in one month." She handed me an appointment card. "Don't be late," she said at the door. "And wear the panties."

The panties were too small and rode up my ass crack. They made the constant arousal I felt even worse. The orgasm she had given me had left me even hornier than before, and the month had dragged. I'd considered cutting the little lock off with a large pair of pliers, but that same day I received the bill from the insurance company. "Prostatitis IIIa Treatment - $400, 100% covered."

Dr. Colleen was being paid rather well for my "treatment"! I laughed and vowed to make it to one more appointment. The constant arousal and stymied erections left me hyper-focused on my new job. And not the least bit interested in the opposite sex, at least on the surface. It had been clear that Maggie the technical writer on my project had been interested. How could I tell her I was unable to seal the deal? It was just better to pretend to have a long-distance girlfriend. Dr. Colleen was effectively a long-distance girlfriend anyway.

Nurse Jenny entered the exam room. "Dr. Colleen will be in in a moment. She said to undress to your undershorts."

Her green scrubs that didn't hide her figure. She turned to the computer monitor in the exam room and began typing.

I paused, ashamed of the fact I was wearing Dr. Colleen's panties. I felt my face flush.

"Go ahead, Mr. Roberts. No need to be embarrassed."

I realized this was all part of Dr. Colleen's humiliation of me. I removed my shirt. Then I unzipped and dropped my pants.

The nurse had watched me out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh my," she said. "Those look like Dr. Colleen's panties."

I blushed, even though it was clear the nurse was in on Dr. Colleen's procedures.

"Turn around." She turned the waist up in the back and said. "These are a little small. We'll get you a larger size."

Dr. Colleen entered then and she smiled at the black lace panties.

"So good to see you again, Mr. Roberts," she said. "How has the last 30 days been?"

"Uncomfortable," I said. Dr. Colleen smiled.

"Of course. But worth it... for science." She turned to the nurse. "Jenny, fetch the package, please."

"Yes, Doctor."

Dr. Colleen lowered the panties.

"Quite a bit of growth. The hair, I mean. We'll have to see about that." She pulled the key from her pocket. "Ready to be let loose?"

"Yes!"

"Turn around," she ordered. She cuffed me quickly. "I can't let you be touching my science experiment." She spun me back around and unlocked the chastity device. My cock sprung to life.

"No sign of erectile decay," she said. She squeezed my cock with a gloved hand. I felt like I'd spray all over her in a second.

"Sit on the exam table." I did and she gathered her shaving equipment. She lathered my testicles and the base of my shaft. I groaned at the attention by cock was finally getting.

"If you orgasm without permission, I will delay our next appointment by 30 days."

"Yes, Doctor," I said through gritted teeth. She scrapped the hair from my genitals, and I tried not to look down her blouse while she did so. Even so, I caught a glimpse of her pale breasts.

She caught my stare and smiled. "Your self-control is weak. No wonder you need a chastity device."

The nurse returned and stifled a laugh at the sight of the doctor bent over cleaning the excess shaving cream from my junk.

"I'll need ice," Dr. Colleen said.

"Yes, Doctor." The nurse laid a box on the counter and left.

Dr. Colleen wiped my cock clean and applied a lotion that soothed the burning. Nurse Jenny returned with a bucket of ice.

"Shrink his member and then we will attach the new chastity device." Dr. Colleen left, and the nurse smiled at me.

"I'm so glad you're abstaining," she said. "Even if you need plastic help. It's so heartening to see a young man willing to reject sensuality."

I jerked as she pushed the ice into my crotch.

"'Your sanctification is the will of God, that you abstain from sexual immorality,'" she quoted. I wasn't sure what to say to that. My chastity wasn't really the will of God. More like the will of my dirty mind.

My cock deflated. "Good boy," she said.

The doctor returned. She examined the cock and then placed the base of the chastity device back behind my testicles. She opened the new box that the nurse had brought. It the same brand as my CB-3000, but small and tighter.

She slathered my cock in lube and expertly slipped the device over my dick before it could grow again.

"All right," she said. "All done. We'll see you next time."

I realized she wasn't going to give me an orgasm like last time.

"But Doctor," I exclaimed. "Don't I need... release?"

"Oh no, not this time. I want to measure the ejaculate after two months."

"But--"

Nurse Jenny giggled. "Poor man," she said.

I couldn't bear the thought of another month without release.

"But what if I have a date?" I asked. "I need to be... available."

Dr. Colleen smiled. "You can date without intercourse," she said. "Do you have an actual date?"

"No," I said dejected.

"What you need is a woman who understands your situation," Dr. Colleen said.

My ears perked up. Maybe Dr. Colleen was offering to date me. She did have the key and if I got her aroused enough she might let me go.

"Nurse Jenny is single," Dr. Colleen said.

The nurse smiled. "Oh, I'd love to date a pure boy like you."

"Then it's settled."

"It's so nice having a boyfriend that I can be free with," Jenny said. We were at her apartment and she was utterly naked. I'd taken her to dinner and she'd invited me back. In moments, she was naked and we were making out on her couch. I'd had the faint hope she had the key. She didn't.

"Maybe you could unlock me so we could... uh..."

"I don't have the key, silly," she said. "I don't want to ruin Dr. Colleen's experiment." She reached down and grabbed hold through my pants of the metal device locked to my cock and shook it.

She jumped up. "Do you mind if I dance for you?"

I shook my head numbly.

I saw Dr. Colleen monthly and Jenny weekly. For 12 months I had not touched my cock directly. My orgasms were strictly controlled and measured by Dr. Colleen. She knew my prostate well, and her stimulation plus a little vibration to my balls resulted in near instantaneous orgasm while still in my chastity device. Afterwards, Nurse Jenny would remove the device while my hands were still cuffed behind me and shave me bald, all the while chatting about this or that.

In all honesty, the hour of detailed ministration by two beautiful women was worth the 30 or 60 days of deprivation and pain as my cock tried to grow against the plastic cage.

"It's been twelve months," I mentioned to Dr. Colleen. "I think you must have enough data for your research paper." She looked at me over the test tube filled with my semen.

"You're so right."

I sighed. It was finally time to remove the cage. Maybe I'd finally get to have sex with Jenny. Maybe Dr. Colleen would like to join in. My cock started to harden as I thought about it.

"Now, now. Don't get too excited," Dr. Colleen said. "We still have one more month."

"One more?" I could do one more month.

Nurse Jenny needed two packs of ice to get my cock down to a manageable size.

"I can't wait for next month," I said to her.

"Mr. Roberts?"

"Yes," I replied. My phone had lit up with a call from Amalgamated Health Care, my insurance provider.

"I'm Valerie Diaz, your health care coordinator. I'm calling about your treatment for your prostatitis."

"My what? Oh right. Yes, it's definitely better," I said quickly.

"That's what your doctor says. The treatments worked well and the inflammation has gone down dramatically."

"There's been very little swelling in that area," I said. I was two days away from getting the device off. My final appointment with Dr. Colleen was that Thursday and I had a date with Jenny Friday.

"That's what our records say," Ms. Diaz said. "Congratulations. For that reason, we've moved your follow-up appointment out six months."

"Six months?" I cried.

"Yes, it's for cost savings. You must understand that the best way to keep health care costs down is to work together to reduce the time spent with the doctor."

"Six months?"

My penis began to grow at the thought, but was stopped evilly by the plastic cage.

"I've taken the liberty of rescheduling the appointment to next June. Have a good day, Mr. Roberts. And congratulations on your recovery."

I hung up the phone and began to weep in frustration and arousal.