I felt him swell and throb between my butt cheeks. Sitting on his lap, his arms around me, stroking my chest and abdomen, and his hips grinding his thick meat between my cheeks and teasingly over my hole, I was all his, no reservations.
He growled softly in my ear, obviously aroused, "God, I could stay like this all night. You feel so good."
I lifted my hips slightly, clenching my glutes and teasing his cock, "I'm good with that too," I chuckled, "I love the way your body feels pressed to mine, and the way you feel inside me."
He nibbled deftly at my left earlobe, thrusting and sliding back and forth over my hole, teasing me and driving me to deeper depths of arousal. My balls ached with the need to release, to get off, but I knew our adventures this evening would ensure it would be a long time before they would.
And somehow, that just made me hornier.
"Let's not keep the guys waiting," he murmered in my ear, lightly tracing the rim of it with the tip of his tongue as he began to lift us both to our feet.
That's when the cool air hit. Jeezus! My nipples immediately hardened and my balls desperately tried to pull up, causing a twinge of pressure and pain as they were stopped by my device. We both scrambled to get back inside, laughing and jostling our way back through the door like a couple of boys.
Once inside, we moved out of the doorway and into the shower area, and the sub in me automatically kicked in. I began drying Scott off with his towel, paying special attention to his butt and groin. I couldn't resist, there on my knees, right in the entryway to the exterior patio and showers, and I sucked his cock deep into my mouth.
He let out a hoarse moan of pleasure as I drew him in to the base. He spread his legs, giving me better access and everyone else in the place a view of my locked bits as I knelt, legs apart, in front of him.
He began to thrust, sliding in and almost all the way out. I played my tongue over the rigid shift as he fucked my mouth, struggling not to gag on his girthy meat. I let my teeth graze tentatively over his flesh as he thrust, and his moans got louder, now drawing a decent crowd.
Thank god he likes a little bit of teeth, as thick as he is, I doubt I'd ever be able to do this for him without my teeth scraping the tender skin once and awhile.
I caught an occasional glimpse of the room beyond us, guys were stopping and watching us with rapt interest. Many of them pulling on their own hardening cocks.
Scott's dick was solid as steel, already primed by the teasing he'd done to me outside, and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold out long, nor did I want him to. I tilted my head, and twisted as I took him. Lapping, licking, swirling, sucking hard then letting him thrust with abandon till I could hold my breath no longer.
After several minutes of this brutal face fucking, I nibbled my way down his shaft, taking him to the base. I reached up with one hand, gripping his butt and keeping him lodged down my throat, the other encircling his balls, pulling down slightly and stroking them with my thumb.
Scott growled with lust, pressing himself into me hard, my view of the gathering voyeurs blocked by his sexy belly. I bit down on the base and squeezed his balls a little harder, knowing how much he enjoyed it.
His growl turned to almost a whimper, an animalistic sound of pure need. I began to make swallowing motions, milking the head of his cock with my throat as I bit down a little harder and pulled a little more insistently at his nuts.
Despite his cock being trapped by my teeth he started humping at my mouth, and I began to tug lightly at his trapped dick, swirling my tongue lovingly over the rigid meat.
I squeezed his balls harder, and his hands gripped my head, one at the back of my neck and the other along the side, twining his fingers and gripping my hair. I released his cock from the vicious grip my teeth had him in and he pumped his hips erratically. I knew he was close, and could feel him swell and throb in my mouth.
He grunted, slammed his cock deep and began to cum. I could feel his hot spunk flood my throat, the volume and pressure impressive, even for him. He pulled out his spit slicked cock and sprayed the last couple jets over my face.
Pulling me to his feet and wrapping me in his arms, we kissed. My cock twitched and swelled uselessly in my device as he bit and nibbled at my lower lip.
Both of us, gasping and short of breath, turned to head for our room. Apparently our little show had been a hit. A crowd of 18 or so guys stood around us, some cleaning up a mess of their own, others obviously inspired by my performance, on their knees and working over a lucky cock of their own.
Scott and I laughed quietly as we headed into the depths of the bath house and back to our room. It was beginning to look like this would be one hell of a night.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Give Him an Inch and He'll Take a Day. Part 1
"You look ravished."
I was laying on the bed, face down, naked, face buried in my pillow. I had no doubt I looked a mess. We'd been at it for hours at that point. I chuckled and rolled onto my back, looking over at him.
Scott had just walked back into the room from the bathroom, still gloriously nude himself. He looked amazing. The sliver chain with the key, -my- key, hanging around his neck, catching the light and taunting me.
He flopped down on the bed next to me, curling up along my side. He draped one arm over my torso, and a leg over mine, his knee high and pressing into my trapped balls. He laid his head down on my chest, his breath warm on my skin. "It's a good look for you," he teased.
Amazingly, even after nearly two solid hours of sex, he was hardening again. I could feel it pressed into my thigh.
I looked down in disbelief and laughed, "You've got to be kidding, how the -hell- do you DO that?"
A mischievous grin spread across his face, "Must be all those leafy greens." He lifted his knee, adding more pressure, and a bit of pain in my nuts.
I moaned softly and closed my eyes, savoring the sensations he brought out in me. I felt his hand slowly trail down my abdomen, lightly stroking the hair of my treasure trail, down, down further, and I caught my breath. Then his hand stopped, gripping and playing with the lock on my cb6000.
"Two weeks. You feeling it?"
"Oh, god yeah. Especially with all the wicked things you've been doing to me," I laughed.
"Oh, the wickedness has just begun," a sly grin in his voice, "You mentioned something a couple months back that I've been saving for just such an occasion. How would you feel about a field trip?"
I opened my eyes. He was staring intently into my eyes, but with that boyish grin that made it oh-so-hard to resist him, key or no key.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, feeling a little apprehensive.
"Well, you wanted to push your limits, and I think I know just the way to do it. I think we ought to take a little trip to the bath house," He said as he lightly stroked my compressed balls.
I think I growled or made some other nonsensical reply, my eyes fluttering shut again.
"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled as he got up, pulling me up with him.
We dressed quickly, packed a toy bag, and headed off to the bath house.
When we arrived it was already pretty busy. Guys of every age, build, shape, and cock size wandered around the place naked or in just a towel around the waist. We headed for our room, a "deluxe" number with a sling and a larger bed. I had a pretty good idea of what he had in mind, but was going to let him fill me in as he saw fit.
We stripped, and he took my towel from me and led me from our room to head for the outdoor area and the hot tub, taking the long route to make sure the guys would get a good look at my locked bits. I was wearing the chrome finish CB, so it gleamed and caught all the dim light of the place as we navigated our way outside. Anyone seeing us would easily work out just what that key around Scott's neck was for.
Despite how busy it was inside, there wasn't anyone outside. It was a cool and crisp late afternoon in March, so we had the tub to ourselves. We settled ourselves into the gloriously warm water, sinking in to our necks and feeling the cool breeze play over the skin of our faces. It felt amazing, but I dreaded the quick jump from the tub to run back inside when we were done.
"Ok, here's what I'm thinking," Scott began, "You'd mentioned liking the idea of a gang bang before, but said you'd always avoided trying to make it happen because you were concerned some douche bag would try to go bareback and put you at risk."
I nodded slowly, realizing this was exactly where I thought he might be going with this little excursion.
"Here's the catch, though," he continued, "For every inch of cock you take tonight, and we're going to go for at least 4 hours, you have to add a day to your current lock-up. Or... We play, have fun by ourselves, and I unlock you when we get back to the room, but no gang bang."
Well, shit. It's a hell of an offer. He'd keep me safe, making sure the guys used protection, but 4 hours was a long time, and it was a busy night.
Scott must have been amused by my expression because he laughed softly.
"It's a hard choice, Scott," I said slowly, "The gang bang was a serious turn on for me, and honestly, still is. But even 2 or 3 guys could mean weeks more locked up, and more likely it'll end up being months. I just don't know if I can handle that."
He pulled me into his arms, settling me into his lap, his cock already solid as steel and pressed up against my back. To anyone watching us, it might have looked odd. At 6'5" and 220#, I'm a big guy, not fat, but still bigger than Scott. He had a skaterboy look, lean, lithe, and 5'8", almost a head shorter than me. And to add insult to injury, he was hung like a Norse god, a meaty 8 inches and -thick-. And while I my cock, when not confined, was fairly girthy too, it was a modest 6 inches, and a grow-er, not a show-er like his.
But in the water, my weight was negligible, and it felt so good to just be held like that. I knew he was attempting to relax me, and the effort was appreciated.
He kissed along my neck, biting delicately along the length between my ear and my collar, before leaning in and whispering in my ear, "Don't worry sexy beast, I've got enough cock for the both of us. You don't really -need- yours. I'll take real good care of you. Do this for me babe. I want to keep your cock, locked up, and desperate for my control."
He reached down into my lap, squeezing my balls and tugging lightly at my trapped bits, and I moaned. He continued his breathless whispering in my ear, "This is mine, isn't it?" He asked, and I nodded shakily, already almost overcome with desire.
"Good," He growled happily in my ear, "And I wanna make you happy, want to fulfill this fantasy, and want to keep your cock locked up a little longer this time."
That was all it took. I swelled painfully in my device and again nodded, numbly, my brain feeling hazy with all the lust and excitement coursing through me.
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Thus ends part 1. This part was left intentionally lacking any graphic content. No worries though, plenty of graphic goodness to come in Part 2. Feedback please! Constructive criticism welcome, in fact, sincerely wanted. Cheers!
I was laying on the bed, face down, naked, face buried in my pillow. I had no doubt I looked a mess. We'd been at it for hours at that point. I chuckled and rolled onto my back, looking over at him.
Scott had just walked back into the room from the bathroom, still gloriously nude himself. He looked amazing. The sliver chain with the key, -my- key, hanging around his neck, catching the light and taunting me.
He flopped down on the bed next to me, curling up along my side. He draped one arm over my torso, and a leg over mine, his knee high and pressing into my trapped balls. He laid his head down on my chest, his breath warm on my skin. "It's a good look for you," he teased.
Amazingly, even after nearly two solid hours of sex, he was hardening again. I could feel it pressed into my thigh.
I looked down in disbelief and laughed, "You've got to be kidding, how the -hell- do you DO that?"
A mischievous grin spread across his face, "Must be all those leafy greens." He lifted his knee, adding more pressure, and a bit of pain in my nuts.
I moaned softly and closed my eyes, savoring the sensations he brought out in me. I felt his hand slowly trail down my abdomen, lightly stroking the hair of my treasure trail, down, down further, and I caught my breath. Then his hand stopped, gripping and playing with the lock on my cb6000.
"Two weeks. You feeling it?"
"Oh, god yeah. Especially with all the wicked things you've been doing to me," I laughed.
"Oh, the wickedness has just begun," a sly grin in his voice, "You mentioned something a couple months back that I've been saving for just such an occasion. How would you feel about a field trip?"
I opened my eyes. He was staring intently into my eyes, but with that boyish grin that made it oh-so-hard to resist him, key or no key.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, feeling a little apprehensive.
"Well, you wanted to push your limits, and I think I know just the way to do it. I think we ought to take a little trip to the bath house," He said as he lightly stroked my compressed balls.
I think I growled or made some other nonsensical reply, my eyes fluttering shut again.
"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled as he got up, pulling me up with him.
We dressed quickly, packed a toy bag, and headed off to the bath house.
When we arrived it was already pretty busy. Guys of every age, build, shape, and cock size wandered around the place naked or in just a towel around the waist. We headed for our room, a "deluxe" number with a sling and a larger bed. I had a pretty good idea of what he had in mind, but was going to let him fill me in as he saw fit.
We stripped, and he took my towel from me and led me from our room to head for the outdoor area and the hot tub, taking the long route to make sure the guys would get a good look at my locked bits. I was wearing the chrome finish CB, so it gleamed and caught all the dim light of the place as we navigated our way outside. Anyone seeing us would easily work out just what that key around Scott's neck was for.
Despite how busy it was inside, there wasn't anyone outside. It was a cool and crisp late afternoon in March, so we had the tub to ourselves. We settled ourselves into the gloriously warm water, sinking in to our necks and feeling the cool breeze play over the skin of our faces. It felt amazing, but I dreaded the quick jump from the tub to run back inside when we were done.
"Ok, here's what I'm thinking," Scott began, "You'd mentioned liking the idea of a gang bang before, but said you'd always avoided trying to make it happen because you were concerned some douche bag would try to go bareback and put you at risk."
I nodded slowly, realizing this was exactly where I thought he might be going with this little excursion.
"Here's the catch, though," he continued, "For every inch of cock you take tonight, and we're going to go for at least 4 hours, you have to add a day to your current lock-up. Or... We play, have fun by ourselves, and I unlock you when we get back to the room, but no gang bang."
Well, shit. It's a hell of an offer. He'd keep me safe, making sure the guys used protection, but 4 hours was a long time, and it was a busy night.
Scott must have been amused by my expression because he laughed softly.
"It's a hard choice, Scott," I said slowly, "The gang bang was a serious turn on for me, and honestly, still is. But even 2 or 3 guys could mean weeks more locked up, and more likely it'll end up being months. I just don't know if I can handle that."
He pulled me into his arms, settling me into his lap, his cock already solid as steel and pressed up against my back. To anyone watching us, it might have looked odd. At 6'5" and 220#, I'm a big guy, not fat, but still bigger than Scott. He had a skaterboy look, lean, lithe, and 5'8", almost a head shorter than me. And to add insult to injury, he was hung like a Norse god, a meaty 8 inches and -thick-. And while I my cock, when not confined, was fairly girthy too, it was a modest 6 inches, and a grow-er, not a show-er like his.
But in the water, my weight was negligible, and it felt so good to just be held like that. I knew he was attempting to relax me, and the effort was appreciated.
He kissed along my neck, biting delicately along the length between my ear and my collar, before leaning in and whispering in my ear, "Don't worry sexy beast, I've got enough cock for the both of us. You don't really -need- yours. I'll take real good care of you. Do this for me babe. I want to keep your cock, locked up, and desperate for my control."
He reached down into my lap, squeezing my balls and tugging lightly at my trapped bits, and I moaned. He continued his breathless whispering in my ear, "This is mine, isn't it?" He asked, and I nodded shakily, already almost overcome with desire.
"Good," He growled happily in my ear, "And I wanna make you happy, want to fulfill this fantasy, and want to keep your cock locked up a little longer this time."
That was all it took. I swelled painfully in my device and again nodded, numbly, my brain feeling hazy with all the lust and excitement coursing through me.
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Thus ends part 1. This part was left intentionally lacking any graphic content. No worries though, plenty of graphic goodness to come in Part 2. Feedback please! Constructive criticism welcome, in fact, sincerely wanted. Cheers!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Supply and demand.
I must be moderately masochistic. I look at porn while locked.
One thing I've noticed though, or rather noticed a -lack- of, is gay chastity porn. Perversely, seeing this porn while locked is a sure fire way to set my balls to "boil".
So why is this? I've seen a ton of really great looking locked guys, and chastity seems to be a more common kink these days. It seems odd to me that there isn't more out there. Am I missing a treasure trove of gay chastity porn, or is it really just not out there?
Cheers,
Rogin
One thing I've noticed though, or rather noticed a -lack- of, is gay chastity porn. Perversely, seeing this porn while locked is a sure fire way to set my balls to "boil".
So why is this? I've seen a ton of really great looking locked guys, and chastity seems to be a more common kink these days. It seems odd to me that there isn't more out there. Am I missing a treasure trove of gay chastity porn, or is it really just not out there?
Cheers,
Rogin
The itching is -EPIC-
2011. Jeeeez, where the hell did 2010 go? For that matter, where did the first couple months of this year go?
A lot has happened in the past year. I've been unexpectedly laid off, found a new job; been locked by a friend for long periods of time, been unlocked, sadly, even longer; dated, or at least tried to. It ain't easy being kinky. But at the turn of the new year, I decided I wanted to get back into chastity. I was afraid that chastity would present a distraction from trying to resolve other issues in my life. Now, I'm not so certain, and I -miss- it.
I've been self locking while looking to find a KH, a week here, a few days there. The goal is to get used to the device again. Still having a lot of trouble sleeping with one on. The solid steel Fort has been lovingly retired for the time being, and I'm using the CB6000. I love my Fort, but it's just so damned heavy, and the hinge ring is still an issue. The silicone cock sleeve helps, but it isn't an ideal solution. So for the time being, I'm sticking with the lighter, chrome finish 6k.
I've already managed to get myself into some trouble at the bath house here. I still love showing off my locked cock, even if it's self locked for the time being. And apparently, there's more guys out there than I thought, that find it just as erotic to see as I do to show it off. Perhaps a story for a later post.
I've also attempted the shaving thing. I'm am -so- not practiced at shaving the bits. I did manage not to mangle anything in the attempt, but I'm definitely not good at it. Lack of practice I suppose. But it grows back in so quick, and it's -itchy-!! So, I'm letting the hair grow back out some.
Last year, before my trip to the hot springs, I went for a wax, including a brazillian. And, honestly, I actually sort of enjoyed the experience. So I'm going to splurge and am planning on a return trip to the same salon to get waxed again soon.
So that's the update thus far. There will be more, and hopefully soon. I hope to get some fiction finished this weekend to post as well.
Here's to an interesting, and hopefully interesting to read, 2011. Wish me luck! Cheers, Rogin.
A lot has happened in the past year. I've been unexpectedly laid off, found a new job; been locked by a friend for long periods of time, been unlocked, sadly, even longer; dated, or at least tried to. It ain't easy being kinky. But at the turn of the new year, I decided I wanted to get back into chastity. I was afraid that chastity would present a distraction from trying to resolve other issues in my life. Now, I'm not so certain, and I -miss- it.
I've been self locking while looking to find a KH, a week here, a few days there. The goal is to get used to the device again. Still having a lot of trouble sleeping with one on. The solid steel Fort has been lovingly retired for the time being, and I'm using the CB6000. I love my Fort, but it's just so damned heavy, and the hinge ring is still an issue. The silicone cock sleeve helps, but it isn't an ideal solution. So for the time being, I'm sticking with the lighter, chrome finish 6k.
I've already managed to get myself into some trouble at the bath house here. I still love showing off my locked cock, even if it's self locked for the time being. And apparently, there's more guys out there than I thought, that find it just as erotic to see as I do to show it off. Perhaps a story for a later post.
I've also attempted the shaving thing. I'm am -so- not practiced at shaving the bits. I did manage not to mangle anything in the attempt, but I'm definitely not good at it. Lack of practice I suppose. But it grows back in so quick, and it's -itchy-!! So, I'm letting the hair grow back out some.
Last year, before my trip to the hot springs, I went for a wax, including a brazillian. And, honestly, I actually sort of enjoyed the experience. So I'm going to splurge and am planning on a return trip to the same salon to get waxed again soon.
So that's the update thus far. There will be more, and hopefully soon. I hope to get some fiction finished this weekend to post as well.
Here's to an interesting, and hopefully interesting to read, 2011. Wish me luck! Cheers, Rogin.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Brief Update
Well, it's been awhile since I've posted.
Things have been...well, odd for awhile. I'm struggling with a number of personal life issues that's kept me from getting on-line much.
On the plus side, I've been very happily locked up, almost non-stop for months now with the local Key Holder. Aside from a rare couple of moments, from minutes to a rare full day, I've been in the Fort since my last post, my cock totally his to do with as he pleased.
Sadly, as of this past weekend, and my last unlock, I find I need to take a break. Too much is going on in my life right now, and I need time to focus on getting my life put back together.
Once things get back to normal, I'll be posting again, and hopefully happily locked up again, my cock in my key Holder's possession once more.
Cheers all, hope to be back soon...
Rogin
Things have been...well, odd for awhile. I'm struggling with a number of personal life issues that's kept me from getting on-line much.
On the plus side, I've been very happily locked up, almost non-stop for months now with the local Key Holder. Aside from a rare couple of moments, from minutes to a rare full day, I've been in the Fort since my last post, my cock totally his to do with as he pleased.
Sadly, as of this past weekend, and my last unlock, I find I need to take a break. Too much is going on in my life right now, and I need time to focus on getting my life put back together.
Once things get back to normal, I'll be posting again, and hopefully happily locked up again, my cock in my key Holder's possession once more.
Cheers all, hope to be back soon...
Rogin
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Blowout...
Damn, damn, damn, damn...
So part of the appeal of chastity for me is the sexual pressure, the build up of sexual energy, the delay of gratification.
Damn.
Over the weekend, I met with a local top who had indicated he was interested in being my keyholder. We hit it off, and over the course of the night, I remained pretty damned cramped in my chastity device. Needless to say, he left me more aroused and pent up than I was before.
Later that night, I woke up with my usual night time erection, but also with a huge mess in my jock strap. At first I thought it was a wet dream, but the pressure was still on. I don't think I actually came, but I am surprised, since I don't pre-cum generally, at the sheer volume of the mess.
Monday came and went, with me walking sort of funny, my balls tender and aching fiercely. It was like a constant low level case of blue balls with no relief. I don't understand how guys do this as a permanent thing, never cumming, because even prostate milking doesn't seem to relieve the pressure in the balls.
Tuesday came and went, and the ache got worse.
Then it happened.
I got home Wednesday morning from work, stripped off to my jockstrap (need to wear one to bed, the Fort is too damn heavy to dangle free o.0 ), and curled up to sleep. Less than 3 hours later, I wake up shooting. Major fucking blowout. Damn. Have to wash sheets for the second time in a week and now the pressure is way down.
I know most people would assume that would be a good thing, but I was looking forward to having all the pressure released Friday when I unlock after 4 weeks of being locked. Instead, all I got was a hazy, less than half remembered erotic dream, a sore cramped dick and laundry to do.
So I'm a little bummed. The release seems (pardon the pun) anticlimactic with the pressure of only a couple days. On the plus side, though, I'm thrilled and excited by the prospects of this sexy local keyholder, and actually getting out of the device, albeit only for a couple hours.
More later,
Cheers,
-Rogin
So part of the appeal of chastity for me is the sexual pressure, the build up of sexual energy, the delay of gratification.
Damn.
Over the weekend, I met with a local top who had indicated he was interested in being my keyholder. We hit it off, and over the course of the night, I remained pretty damned cramped in my chastity device. Needless to say, he left me more aroused and pent up than I was before.
Later that night, I woke up with my usual night time erection, but also with a huge mess in my jock strap. At first I thought it was a wet dream, but the pressure was still on. I don't think I actually came, but I am surprised, since I don't pre-cum generally, at the sheer volume of the mess.
Monday came and went, with me walking sort of funny, my balls tender and aching fiercely. It was like a constant low level case of blue balls with no relief. I don't understand how guys do this as a permanent thing, never cumming, because even prostate milking doesn't seem to relieve the pressure in the balls.
Tuesday came and went, and the ache got worse.
Then it happened.
I got home Wednesday morning from work, stripped off to my jockstrap (need to wear one to bed, the Fort is too damn heavy to dangle free o.0 ), and curled up to sleep. Less than 3 hours later, I wake up shooting. Major fucking blowout. Damn. Have to wash sheets for the second time in a week and now the pressure is way down.
I know most people would assume that would be a good thing, but I was looking forward to having all the pressure released Friday when I unlock after 4 weeks of being locked. Instead, all I got was a hazy, less than half remembered erotic dream, a sore cramped dick and laundry to do.
So I'm a little bummed. The release seems (pardon the pun) anticlimactic with the pressure of only a couple days. On the plus side, though, I'm thrilled and excited by the prospects of this sexy local keyholder, and actually getting out of the device, albeit only for a couple hours.
More later,
Cheers,
-Rogin
Friday, April 2, 2010
3 Week Mark...
In just a few hours, the 3 week mark will be passed.
God damn.
As of this morning, I'm matching the longest amount of time I went while self locked, and am determined to go one more week. A month. A month without orgasms. A month without jerking off. A month without touching, even -seeing- my cock.
I'm climbing the walls.
The past week and a half or so has been eventful, but mostly in a negative way.
Last week we had a big snow storm, a storm that knocked out power for nearly 20,000 people, and we were one of them.
I had my cell phone stolen.
And then I got something in my left eye that caused an infection that led to almost a week and a half of having a swollen upper eye lid and, for a few days, wearing an eye patch. The eye is on the mend, though the eyelid is still slightly swollen, it's not as bad as it was. At it's worst, the infection took a severe toll on my body. Nausea, head-aches, weakness, dizziness, and blurred vision. Even after a week and a half, I'm still drained, lethargic, wiped out. For what seemed like a pretty minor infection, it left me feeling like I'd been run over by a semi-truck sized spiked dildo.
Aside from the obvious, the infection also had one other odd side affect. Along with feeling drained, it totally killed my libido. My horniness level dropped off drastically. It wasn't till the middle of this week that it came back. And holy shit, it came back with a vengeance.
The last couple days, I've been climbing the walls again, pressing up against counters and humping mindlessly against things in a desperate need for sensation, -any- sensation. Despite my determination to go another week, now that the libido has come roaring back, it's going to be the hardest week of chastity I've ever faced.
Now for some other updates, since I've been neglecting the blog for a while now.
Two weekends ago, I went to a local bath house. Not for what you might guess. There's just enough exhibitionism in me to really enjoy running around nekkid and relaxing sans clothing. And the hot tub. Nothing as relaxing as soaking buck ass naked in a steaming hot tub, outdoors, with the crisp, cool air caressing your face and neck, your body totally submerged in relaxing warmth. This visit was entertaining though, as I was locked. Instead of the general practice of wandering around with a towel around one's waist, I spent my time walking around with the towel over my shoulder, my steel encased cock perfectly visible. The shiny metal of my locked cock got quite a bit of attention, and it was an exhilarating experience. I'm sure if I hadn't been there just to relax, soak in the hot tub, luxuriate in the sauna and just generally show off my locked bits, I could have gotten myself in a world of trouble.
Communication with my Key Holder has dwindled as real life has demanded more of his time and energy. I miss talking with him, seeing him via web cam and being teased by him. Our last conversations revolved around goals for me. One thing that we discussed was slimming down and working towards toning my body. My legs are in great shape, but I'd like my torso slimmer and with more definition. Regardless of what happens after this month long period of chastity, I intend to keep up with those worthy goals.
I have heard from a couple guys locally interested in being my key holder. However, so far, only one seems to be seriously interested. I don't know how that will play out. I really like my online Key Holder, he's been creative, inventive, sensual, and he's sexy as hell. He's shown that he's genuinely interested in my well being and in satisfying my desires. My only lament is the lack of any hands-on interaction, and the impossibility of that interaction with something long distance. I don't know where things will go from here, but I hope he stay in contact no matter where things lead.
I'll try to post more in the coming week as I anticipate this will be one hell of a struggle. More to come, I'm certain...
Cheers,
Rogin
