Chaste in College
This story is a work of fiction. All characters, places etc... are fictional and any similarities with the real world are entirely coincidental.
This story contains sexual content, including BDSM and other alternative sexual content between males over the age of 18. The behavior in this story is not condoned (or even legaly in some casese), and this story is purely erotic fiction.
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From Chapter 3:
I was going to sleep naked like I normally do, but Blake told me to wear briefs. Apparently when I get hard in my sleep, the briefs will keep the cage from pushing out too much and pulling on my balls. It felt a bit weird wearing clothes to bed, but not nearly as weird as the cock cage! I soon learnt that lying on my side with my legs together with my knees bent is a nutcracking experience! I eventually got into a comfortable position and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 4
"Ow!" I woke up feeling like my balls were being pulled off! The cage has woken me up with pain at 1AM! How the hell am I going to cope with this? I went to the bathroom and tried to pee. I was rock hard, or at least, as hard as I could get in the cage. There was no room, so it started pulling away from my body, taking my balls with it. Anyway, I eventually managed to pee (after running cold water over it) and it stopped hurting so much. I put a bit more Vaseline around the base ring, as I was a bit sore there, and got back to bed.
I slept through the rest of the night, but was a bit sore when I got up with a minor case of "morning glory". I managed to pee and get it to go down. I ran into Blake at breakfast. My parents were still not there.
"Sleep well?" he asked, with a hint of a smirk.
"It woke me up and hurt like hell. I'll never get any decent sleep like this! You have to take it off!" I snapped back at him.
"Bro, it's not coming off. Get used to it. Your body will too, get used to it, that is. You won't get hard in your sleep or in the morning soon. Your body will adapt and you will get a good nights sleep. It could take up to a week. Until then, you may have a few hard nights."
"You had better be right about this, Blake" I replied, a bit less annoyed. "If it doesn't happen and I fail due to lack of sleep I will castrate you"
"Cody, it will happen. It's just like wearing a tie. You feel like you are being strangled at first, but you adjust to it and it feels natural. Anyway, is it causing any redness or pain when you aren't hard?"
I took stock of the situation and realised it wasn't. "Will you take it off if it is?"
He laughed. "Bro, it's not coming off when I'm not around. I would tie you down and re-fit it."
"It's not causing pain. It was worth a shot, though" I replied, resigned to my fate.
Breakfast passed quickly and Blake and I took off to college. I was pumped about freedom (well, semi-freedom) and kind of forgot that I was wearing the cage. Yeah, I know that sounds weird, but any locked guy will tell you, when you are in a good fitting cage you can forget that it is on until you start to get hard or focus on your penis (like needing to pee). I hated to admit it, but I was glad that Blake had measured me while I slept. On the other hand, if he hadn't measured me, I might have been able to escape it!
Once we got to college I registered and was given an envelope containing about a ream of paper and a little fob. In case you aren't aware, a fob in this case is a round disk about 10cm across with a little loop on the side to put it onto a keyring. It turns out our fob lets us into our building (they are locked between 10pm and 5am) and lets us into our room, along with the gym and computer lab. The gym and lab belong to the college. To access that sort of stuff at uni, we use our student card. Confused yet? The college is on the grounds of the university, but college kids like me refer to "at uni" or "on campus" as being actually around the university buildings, whereas we agree that we live "on campus". It sounds weird saying that, but you get used to it.
My room was small (of course), but at least I have it to myself. It was rectangular shaped with the door at one end. It had a king single bed (like a single bed, but a bit longer and wider), which is just big enough for two people if they cuddle up. On the other side there was a built in desk and there was a closet next to the door. The end of the room opposite the door had 2 glass bi-fold doors from about knee-height up and I had a tiny balcony-like area (solid walls on each side). The knee-height wall jutted out onto the balcony and provided a seat. There were no curtains on the balcony, and I had a minor freak-out. Blake saw the look on my face, laughed and pointed towards the side of the balcony. Looking out I saw shutters that could be folded in, screening the area from outside.
Blake and I hauled my stuff up to my room. He also helped me unpack and set up my computer. Its so much easier when you have someone handing you cables through the little hole in the desk. I know laptops make much more sense at uni, but desktops are a lot easier to work at. I'm studying Computer Science, so I will be spending a lot of time on the computer.
Once I was plugged into the network and set up, I ran a speed test. We have lightning speed Internet access here! They block porn sites and the like, naturally, but the speed is awesome!
Blake said he had to go, as he had a job interview later on. "I'll see you round, Cody. Let me know if you have any pain with the cage."
"When will you let me out?"
"I'll be back in a week, and you can get off then, ok?"
"I don't have a choice, do I?" I grumbled in reply.
"Nope!" he replied chirpily. "You'll survive. Many other guys do."
He left, waving me goodbye. I wished him luck in the job interview. I really don't want to annoy him, as if I annoy him too much, he can stop me from cumming. On the bright side, I don't think he'd be that cruel. I want him to get a job anyway.
I am sharing a bathroom (and toilet) with the room next door. My best mate, Josh, managed to get the room next door, so I'm not sharing it with a stranger.
Josh is about my height, has a swimmer's physique and is hot as hell! He has naturally blond hair, the kind that girls would die for and would look good even in a burlap sack. I'm a bit biased, as I also have a big crush on him. He doesn't know that I'm gay, and I guess I will eventually tell him, but I'm pretty sure he's straight. There is NO way I'm telling him about my chastity cage. He wouldn't tell anyone (we share a number of secrets), but he might be weirded out by it. At the very least, he'd tease me mercilessly. I mean, he wouldn't be malicious, but it's the duty of best friends to mortify each other, isn't it? Oh, by the way, he's doing law.
I grabbed the bag with all my stuff and went into the bathroom. The shared bathrooms are between the rooms, so there is a door from each room directly into the bathroom. I need to explain the doors to you. They are normal doors, but they have 2 bolts on each door. One bolt is on the inside of the bathroom, the other is on the outside (on the bedroom side). The idea is, if you are in the bathroom you close the bolt on the other door, to stop the other guy walking in on you, and when you aren't using the bathroom, you close the both that's on your side (in your room) so the other guy can't just waltz into your room whenever they feel like it. Naturally, Josh and I won't bother with that much, as we don't care if the other ends up in our room. I will use the bolts when showering or changing though, for obvious reasons. I don't want Josh knowing about my cage.
I saw a bunch of stuff in the bathroom already, so I knew that Josh had already arrived. I unpacked my stuff then opened the door into his room. He was crawling about under the desk, trying to connect his computer. He has a really nice bubble butt, so I didn't mind the view at all. The opportunity was too good to resist. I crept up behind him and gave him a smack on the butt.
I heard a bang and a muffled "Fuck!" as he bumped his head on the underside of the desk. He got out from under the desk and stood up. "You bastard. You can't just say hello like a normal human being can you?" he said, without any real heat behind it. I offered to help him get set up, and we had a chat. I discovered that he had arrived about the same time I had. We must have just missed each other while moving our stuff in.
He started to unpack his clothes and I went back into my room to do the same. The closet is in the
corner, so you have an area in the middle, where you can stand and then you can hang stuff on 2 sides. It's sort of a "walk-in" closet in a triangle shape. It goes all the way to the ceiling, so I heaved my port (suitcase) up onto the top shelf, which is harder than it sounds when the top shelf is above your head height. It still had all my winter clothes in there, which means about 3 jumpers and the odd pair of tracksuit pants and a beanie.
I squatted down later on while unpacking to put some stuff in the bottom of the closet. I gasped and bit my lip to stop spitting out a stream of swearing. Evidently, squatting needs to be done with caution, as I felt like one of my balls had been hit with a hammer! Well, if it had actually been hit by a hammer it wouldn't still be in one piece, but it HURT! I was walking funny for a few minutes after that. Thank goodness Josh didn't come in, or I would have had quite a lot of explaining to do.
The rest of the day was taken up with unpacking. Our meals were available in the dining hall at the college. It's pretty much a giant school tuckshop (cafeteria) but the food was really good. Who said college food is bad never went to this college!
In the evening I was fooling about on the net and doing some random stuff when Josh walked in through the bathroom.
"Hey mate, are you online?" he asked me, sounding surprised.
"Yeah, why do you ask?" I replied.
"The IT mob have buggered something up and their network won't recognise my student number. Can I use your machine to check my email until mine is up?"
"Sure" I moved from the computer and Josh sat down. Oh f**k! I had gay.com in my browser tabs (hey, I can look for a boyfriend even if I'm not out). I was on tenterhooks while Josh checked his mail. My anxiety showed, as Josh asked me if I was alright. I assured him that I was, but he kept glancing over at me while he checked his email. Maybe it was a good thing that I appeared nervous, as he didn't notice gay.com in the tabs. I breathed a sigh of relief once he left my room.
The rest of the afternoon passed without incident, and dinner was just as good as lunch. I hope the food stays this good. I could really get used to it. I discovered a few other positions that I need to be careful getting into, but none quite as nut-cracking as squatting.
When I went to have a shower, I made doubly sure that the door was locked. The shower itself has a door to keep the water from spilling out, but it is plain glass, so if Josh walked in he would see everything. We have seen each other naked before (he is well hung, yes, I noticed) but obviously he is not to know about my lock-up.
Showering passed without incident and at least I had no trouble cleaning with it on. I was worried about how that would go. I put some briefs and my dressing gown on, then unlocked the door. Almost as soon as I did that Josh came bounding in and started stripping for his shower. I almost instantly started getting hard in my cage, and started imagining fat women in lingerie. It was a technique I had developed to a fine art since I started getting attracted to Josh. It was hard (in more ways than one), but I have worked out how not to get hard around him. On the other hand, it won't show because I can't get fully hard while I am locked.
Josh closed but didn't lock the door when he showered. Once he had showered he bounced into my room in his briefs.
"Cody, can I borrow your comp? 5 min to sign-on"
"Sure. Picked your classes yet?"
"Yeah. If I get them I'll get Friday off!" Josh planted himself in front of my computer, and started logging on.
I should explain sign-on at my uni. You enrol in your subjects but then you have to sign-on to which lectures and tutorials you will attend (there are multiple ones per subjects). Now, they tell you when sign-on will open and which class times will be available, but it is cut-throat to get into the ones that you want. Even if you log on as soon as it opens, at least 1 of the tutorials (there are usually about 5-10 tutorials) will be full.
Once Josh had signed on (he got his first choices) we chatted about nothing for a while, then he headed off to bed. I lay down and got incredibly horny! I normally would jack off before going to sleep, but that's not going to happen. Bloody cage! I tried playing with my nipples to deal with it, but that only made it worse! I decided then to buy a dildo so I could get some sort of stimulation to help while I'm locked. Eventually I drifted off to sleep.
Note: The term "mob" in Australian English is a colloquialism for any group of people.
This seemed like a good point to stop. Any ideas are welcome, as I'm still writing the story. Please email me at boifromaus@yahoo.com.au . Please put Chaste In College or CiC in the subject so I don't see it as spam.