The Chaste Boy and the Locksmith

With his cock still buried inside me, Mr. Harris asked if I was okay. I nodded my head, but was unable to speak. Arching my neck, I rose my head up off the pillow and met Mr. Harris's lip for a kiss. I drove my tongue into his mouth and kissed him with love. He returned my kiss and guided my head back to the pillow. We kissed and licked and nibbled on each other's lips, tongues and teeth for several minutes. All the while I felt his cock throbbing inside my body.

When the moment was right, Mr. Harris whispered, "Are you ready for the deep, long fucking you've needed your entire life?"

I squeaked, "Yes!" Wrapping my legs around his body and my arms around his neck, I braced myself for what I knew would be an encounter I'd never forget.

He smiled while sliding his cock out. I immediately felt empty and tried to pull him back inside. But he was so much stronger, there was no way I could make him do anything he didn't want to. He said he thought he was about half way out. With a grin, he thrust his cock all the way back inside me quickly. My whole body shook with the force of his thrust. While I moaned, he pulled out and slammed it back inside me. He fucked me over and over and over. I felt like I was losing myself somehow. Tears still rolled down my cheeks and I felt drool drip from the corner of my mouth. My poor, neglected penis was desperate to stretch out, but the chastity cage kept him in place.

Mr. Harris was breathing heavily and grunting with each of his thrusts. I saw him gritting his teeth during one especially hard thrust. We both began to feel the increased friction of him inside me. So he released my wrists and sat up while leaving his cock where it belonged. He searched around for a moment but soon found the tube of lubricant. He carefully and gently pulled his cock out to the neck, just below the head of his cock. Squirting a big glob onto the shaft of his cock, he then used his fingers to rub it along the length of his cock. Squirting another big glob onto his fingers, he rubbed it up and down between my cheeks. After putting the lube away and wiping his fingers on the towel, he leaned back over me and thrust his cock all the way inside with one, hard thrust.

I squealed loudly in that insanely high pitch while wrapping my arms and legs around him tightly. He slammed his cock in and out a dozen more times, always pulling out to the neck of his cock. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever experienced. The sound of his bare hips slapping against my naked bottom echoed around the room. And when he paused to catch his breath, I began to giggle. My emotions were going crazy. I went from crying to giggling in two seconds flat!

But I laid beneath him, squirming around on his cock giggling like a idiot! Mr. Harris smiled down at me and said, "I'm guessing my Sweet Little Boy is enjoying himself." With that said, he thrust forward and his hips slapped against my bottom. I giggled and moaned and squirmed around on his bed.

He found a steady pace of pulling his cock nearly all the way out before slamming it back inside me with force. It was a rhythmic pace which I learned he could keep up for quite a long time. Our bodies became covered in a thin coating of perspiration. I met each of his thrusts by lifting my bottom up to allow the deepest penetration. I was as close to heaven as I'd ever been.

My little penis didn't know what to do! It wanted to get hard so badly and my little balls were desperate to be emptied. But that gnawing horny feeling of desire made the entire experience exponentially more intense. I was beginning to understand why Mr. Harris wasn't going to release me from my cage. I didn't like it, but I understood why. When I was as horny as I was, my inhibitions fell away. I was eager to do anything, no matter how naughty it may be.

He continued to fuck me at that steady pace until I noticed the muscles in his chest and arms flex. His pace sped up at that moment. I watched him grit his teeth and stare into my eyes with an intensity I didn't know possible. Biting my lower lip, I moaned, "Are you going to cum inside me Mr. Harris?"

In his deep voice, he almost growled, "Yes I am. How can you be my CreamPuff if you aren't filled with my cream?"

He placed his hands behind my knees and folded them back onto my chest. He put all of his weight on the backs of my legs when he raised his hips and began jackhammering his cock in and out of me. My fists gripped the sheet again, but I couldn't move the rest of my body. He held me firmly in place. I felt him beginning to swell up inside my bottom and my eyes rolled up into my head. I moaned loudly when Mr. Harris slammed into me harder than ever and ejaculated his love deep inside my body. He slammed his cock in and out of me a few last times with such force I scooted across the mattress and my head bumped against the headboard. He throbbed and drained himself inside me and I whimpered softly while reaching up for him.

Mr. Harris leaned down and my arms wrapped around his neck. He kissed me gently. In between kisses he asked if I was okay. I kissed him back and told him I was perfect. We laid there together, kissing and whispering to each other while his cock began to slowly soften inside of me.

"That was amazing Sweetheart. That was the best sex I've ever had. I can't remember ever cumming that hard before." He kissed my lips and each of my eyelids and then softly whispered, "I may never let you go home."

I felt loved and fulfilled, but my penis was still aching for relief. I wanted to ask him to please free me from my cage. But I knew that would be pointless. He'd already told me on numerous occasions that he wouldn't do that. He even said he was going to change the lock to a sturdier lock he approved of. The sheer thought of having him as my keyholder made me shiver. He was a locksmith for goodness sakes!

When the moment arrived, Mr. Harris kissed me gently and warned me he was going to pull out. I had felt his cock deflating inside of me and wasn't sure I was prepared to have him completely leave my body. But I really didn't have a choice. He slowly pulled himself away from me until he was gone. I was empty and I didn't like it one bit.

Mr. Harris wiped off his cock with the towel and then began cleaning me up. Like at his shop, he folded my legs back and wiped my bottom several times with that towel. He made me feel so helpless and dependent when he wiped me like that. I lay there and felt more loved than ever before.

When he was done, he helped me up off the bed and rushed me to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet while he adjusted the water in his large, walk-in shower. When I'd squeezed out most of his cream, I quickly wiped and flushed. He then took my hand and we entered the shower together. I stood under the warm water while he washed me from head to toe. He didn't miss a single spot, except for my poor penis who was trapped in a steel cage. By the time he'd finished, I felt squeaky clean.

I rubbed my body against his while I returned the favor of washing his body. His hands wandered all over my body and we paused often to kiss. But I somehow managed to completely wash him before we ran out of hot water. Stepping out of the shower, his cock was about half hard. We dried each other off and I spent most of my time drying his broad, hairy chest and quickly growing cock. Before we hung up the towels, my hips were wiggling around while my penis struggled to find space to grow.

Leaving me completely naked, Mr. Harris chose to grab a robe from behind the bathroom door. I pranced along beside him on my tiptoes when took my hand and led me to his kitchen. He lifted me up and gently set me on the counter before opening the refrigerator. My bottom was a little tender after all the attention it had recently received. I sat perched on the counter and when asked, told him I was little thirsty. He pulled out a carton of juice and half full bottle of vodka. Taking two glasses from a cupboard, he poured one full glass of juice and the other only part way full. He then topped off the second glass with vodka. Handing me the straight juice, we 'clinked' glasses before drinking.

He helped me off the counter and suggested we relax in the living room for a little while. Taking my hand, he led me to his couch and I snuggled up beside him. He turned on the television and began flipping through channels. I became distracted when my hand slipped under his robe and began playing with his chest hair. While he flipped from one channel to the next, my hands wandered over his body. His robe was easily opened and I soon found both of my hands wrapped around his thick cock. I played with it until it was rock hard and throbbing.

I looked up at Mr. Harris and he smiled while pressing down gently on the back of my neck. He whispered, "It's okay Sweetheart. It's just the two of us. I know you want to."

Readjusting myself so I was laying across the couch with my head up close and personal with his big, fat cock. I held it still with my hands while leaning in and licking the head as if it were a lollipop. I continued to lick up and down the length of its shaft until returning to the soft, warm, spongey head. I glanced up at him and saw his smile while concentrating on the channel he'd decided upon.

Having accepted the fact that I was made to be with a man, I really didn't hesitate to stretch my lips around Mr. Harris's cock. I sucked and licked on the fat head of his cock while stroking up and down the shaft with both of my hands. It wasn't long before I began to taste his excitement. His precum was salty and slippery and I immediately loved it.

I tried to take more of his cock in my mouth, but I was quickly limited by what would fit. I barely got passed the neck of his cock before it bumped the back of my throat. I began bobbing up and down, taking as much as I could without gagging. At the same time, my hands stroked his shaft. I felt very proud of myself for the job I was doing. I knew I could become very good at giving blowjobs with a little practice.

As I bobbed up and down on his cock, Mr. Harris changed the channel again. That's when a strange thing happened. I heard my girlfriend's voice. I quickly popped off of Mr. Harris's cock and looked at the television. There was my girlfriend at a gathering of some sort. I was completely confused. Looking at Mr. Harris, I didn't know what to do or say. He pulled me close to him and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. We watched my girlfriend on television as she socialized.

Mr. Harris finally spoke. "Sweetheart, meeting you was not an accident. That girl on the TV, your girlfriend, she is my niece. This video was taken at a family reunion earlier this year. She and I spent several hours catching up. She told me all about you and even showed me a few pictures. She said she planned to break up with you and that you weren't her sort of guy. When I asked what sort of guy you were, she told me you were gentle, sweet, kind and docile."

I sat there, snuggled up under his arm. I didn't know how to feel. It seemed like I'd been tricked, but I was finally becoming to accept who I really was. I was a boy who was always meant to be loved by a man. But still I felt tricked.

He continued his story while I watched my girlfriend pose and act out for the camera. "I mentioned that perhaps you'd be better off with me. That's where this started. We spent the rest of the day talking about you and what she believed you really needed to be happy. The more she told me, the more I wanted to meet you."

He gently stroked my back and said, "She and I spoke dozens of time over the next few weeks. It was during those conversations that we planned how you and I would meet. It was my idea to put you in a chastity belt, but she chose the lock. She decided not coming back from a business trip would be the best way to leave you. Neither of us knew how long it would take for you to search for help with your little cage. Honestly, you lasted much longer than I thought you would. When she locked you up, she dropped subtle hints about how you'd need a locksmith to get out of the cage if you didn't have the key. Those hints worked and you eventually called my shop. My niece had looked up my shop on your laptop. She thought when you saw the link had been used, you'd been more inclined to call. She was right."

I opened my mouth to say something. I felt used and tricked. But at the same time, if they hadn't planned this whole thing, I would still be pretending to be man. I was upset, but I was having a difficult time staying upset.

He laid a finger under my chin and lifted until we were looking into each other's eyes. "Baby Boy, I am sorry for tricking you into my arms. But I'm not sorry for having you here now. My Sweet, Sweet Boy, I have very strong feelings for you and want to have you in my life. But I couldn't keep that story from you. You deserve to know the truth."

I bit my lower lip, looking up into his eyes, I didn't know what to say. This was the man who had made me feel beautiful, desirable and sexy. He made love to me for the first time. While I sat there beside him, my emotions rose up again. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I squirmed further under his arm while I sobbed. He held me until I calmed myself.

Looking down at me, he spoke in a loving, paternal tone, "Sweetie, I'm going to give you a choice. I can find a shirt or something for you to wear and I'll drive you back to my shop, give you your clothes and let you drive away. You'll never have to see me again." He looked so sad when he said that, I wanted to rise up and kiss him, but I waited for him to finish talking. "Or, we could stay together right here on this couch and we could watch a movie together. Or perhaps, you could finish what you started before I began this confession. What do you want to do?"

Looking up at him, I stumbled on my words but soon found my voice, "I'm kind of mad at you. You tricked me. But it was a trick in a good way. I've never had anyone go to such trouble to meet me. But you've done much more that simply meet me. You've made me your CreamPuff! To be completely honest, I'm actually flattered at what you've done. What I'm saying is that I'd like to stay. But I have one condition, you need to take this chastity cage off."

He was smiling up until the end. He shook his head from side to side. "Baby, I can't do that. That chastity cage is a part of you now. If that is your condition to stay with me, I'm afraid you'll have to go."

My eyes popped open wide and my mouth fell open. "Are you serious? You're not going to let me out of this?" I laid back, thrust up my hips and grabbed my chastity belt with both hands.

He reached out and took hold of the lock between his first finger and thumb. "I'm very serious. I'm not taking this cage off of you any time soon. I told you that earlier and I meant it."

While humping my hips up into the air, I said, "Well, I guess I'll have to learn to live with that." I then sat up and snuggled back under his arm. I asked him to find something else to watch on TV, the last person I wanted to watch was my ex-girlfriend. While he flipped through channels, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his semi-hard cock.