Writer's note: this is a gay story, to be categorized under "Authoritarian". This is a story that I wrote on the Lockedmen chastity forum, and I have 8 installments so far. You can use my email address. Thanks for hosting such an awesome website! Hopefully some of your readers like this story.
I heard the fireworks outside my window, sighing that it was a new year, and I was still single. I quickly jerked my dick in frustration, hoping it would help me sleep. I fantasized about gangbangs and going back to the clubs, where maybe I'd grind on some hot muscular guy, and he'd take me home. But those fantasies always led me to the same feeling of frustration with my image. I tried presenting myself as a cool guy up for anything, but I always got the same responses from the apps, one-word responses like "Hey", "Looking?", or "Cute". These conversations usually led nowhere, and I'd just get more annoyed.
Not this year. I stopped fapping and pulled up my Grindr account. I removed all of my pics but my shirtless chest (I work out but not religiously). I went into my bedside drawer and pulled out my Holy Trainer chastity cage, which I hadn't worn in some months. I quickly got even more erect, thinking about putting the cage back on. I snapped a pic of it next to my underwear and uploaded it, hoping the pic wouldn't get taken down for being "too adult". I then changed my profile around a bit, trying to put the right combination of words to attract Dom guys. I settled on - "Sub bottom guy looking for trainer/teacher/mentor/Sir/Master." Short and sweet.
Grabbing some lube, I carefully put the ring around my balls, but my engorged dick was too thick to get in the cage. I was excited to restart my chastity journey, which I had tried and given up too many times before. Maybe this time would be different.
My phone buzzed, and I got a message saying "Hey". The guy was nearby and boy-ish, but was a fellow bottom. Why are there so many subs and so few tops? I lamented.
This realization got me just soft enough for me to put the cage around my dick. My semi-hard twitched a bit as the ring and the cage lined up. I was about to put the key in when my phone buzzed again. I thought it was the fellow bottom, but I was delighted when the profile belonged to a "Sir Scott". The guy, in his mid 30's, was tall, built, had a beautiful scruff of facial hair, with an open leather jacket showing off his pecs. A sub's dream, and likely too good to be true. He looked like the type of guy that scammers would use to download some spamware, so I kept my guard up.
Sir Scott's message started with "Hey fag, show me your locked clit." That got my caged dick nice and hard. At least it wasn't asking me to add him on some bogus website. I took a video of putting the key in the cage and locking it tight, and sent it off to my hopefully soon-to-be master.
I rubbed my body all over, enjoying the sensation of being locked. I didn't know why I had taken so long to get re-locked (probably because I get so horny and I lose my willpower). My hands moved up to my nipples, and I started flicking them slightly, making my dick twitch even more. I grabbed the keys to the cage, half-tempted to take it off and enjoy a nice first orgasm of the year.
Right as I was about to unlock, Sir Scott messaged me again. "Good boy. Maybe I'll take those keys from you someday. For now, put them in water and freeze them. Send me a pic of the frozen key in the morning."
I quickly texted back - "Yes Sir, will do! Thank you. Is there anything else?" I fiddled with my caged dick and my nipples again while waiting.
Sir Scott replied back after a few seconds. "Shave your pubes as well. Fags don't deserve to have any hair below the neck. Send me another pic of your balls in the morning when you show me the frozen key."
I looked down at my dick with a bit of shame. My pubic hair had gotten rather long and messy. It had been months since I did any sort of manscaping. I got up and went to the bathroom, full of energy and horniness from this prospective master. Part of me expected that I wouldn't hear from him again, or that he was just drunk messaging me and he'd grow tired of me. Not wanting to miss out on one of the hottest guys who messaged me in recent weeks, I followed his orders. I put the key in a plastic bag full of water and put it in the freezer, ignoring the bottle of rum I had planned to drink, and plugged in my electric razor. It had enough juice left in it, so I got to shaving my balls and pubes.
I moaned aloud when I was done, enjoying the nice, clean feeling down there. Looking in the mirror at my furry chest, I went to work, removing the hair first around my belly button, and proceeding up my chest. I flexed my pecs as the hair around my nipples vanished, as I continued my transformation from a scruffy lanky guy into a model hairless sub. After finishing my chest, I was surprised my razor still had enough juice in it, so I removed my armpit hair on both sides.
I snapped a few pics (showing off my hairless body) and sent it to Sir Scott, hoping the fact I did it so quickly would earn me brownie points. I continued feeling myself, enjoying my body in all of its hairless glory. Moments later, Sir Scott messaged me again, saying - "Good sub! You are eager for cock, aren't you?"
"Yes Sir. I'm just a hole for cock," I typed back, thinking about how the submissives spoke in all of the erotic fiction I read. I've never truly embraced my submissive side, I always fought it, but maybe this is the year I become the sub I always fantasized about.
Sir Scott replied back with a giant dick, presumably his. My dick twitched again, and I was thinking of going to the freezer and getting my key out. It's not like he would know...
"And don't go unlocking your cage. I want proof it's still on," Sir Scott typed, as if thinking my thoughts.
I duly sent him another pic of my locked cock. He quickly sent back a pic with the giant dick alongside a slightly smaller (but still respectable) dick.
"Interested in group play fag?" Sir Scott typed.
"Yes Sir! Very much Sir. I want to be spitroasted, and bound and gagged, and serve beautiful cock like yours," I typed back as soon as I could, unbelievably turned on.
`"Then we'll be in touch boy. Don't forget to send me the pic of the frozen key in the morning. I might have some plans for you..."
"Thank you Sir! I'll keep locked."
"Put a buttplug in if you got one."
"Yes Sir!"
"Good pig."
I kept looking at my phone, caught up in the rush of the moment. I still really wanted to jerk off, but I didn't want to disappoint my new potential master(s). I lubed up my favorite squarepeg butt plug, thinking about all of the fun we could have. Surely, this was too good to be true. That nagging feeling of doubt overwhelmed me as I lubed up the plug.
My phone pinged again, and my heart leapt for joy at the new message from Sir Scott. "Is the plug in yet? I didn't say you can go to sleep yet."
I chuckled slightly and felt the tension ease. I sat down on my bed and lifted my legs into the air. I used the lube from my fingers and played with my hole a bit, getting it ready for the plug. I eased my breathing as I brought the plug close to my hole, which swallowed the toy in one hungry gulp.
"Mmm fuck that feels good!" I said aloud, enjoying how the plug felt against my prostate. With my legs still in the air, I took a pic (with my non-lubed hand), showing my chastity cage, my hairless crotch, and the plug. Damn that was a hot pic, I thought.
Sir Scott quickly messaged back. "Good pig! Now get some sleep."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir!" I typed back, not caring about the lube or mess getting over my phone. I knew my horniness would keep me up for a while, but that didn't matter. I was really enjoying my body, and I had a Sir potentially interested in me (and to do some group play). Even if it didn't work out, this was already a better start to the year than last year was. I just wondered where it would lead...