1.5M ratings
277k ratings

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
lockedffun-blog
conqueredmanhood

The Beast

He told me he wanted to see my dick - he heard it was big. I’d had the request before. It starts out with “lemme see it”, then quickly becomes, “let me see you jerk it” Then the guy watches me, transfixed until the thirst becomes too much for him and finally he asks “can I suck you off?”

All pretense disappears at that moment. He’s at his most pathetic - well almost. If I say “nah, I’m not into that shit” - THAT’s his most pathetic. He’s either forced to beg for a mouthful of my cum or just give up all together. Either choice makes him a total fag.

But this guy was holding out on me. He wanted to see me jack off, but he wasn’t going the extra step. He couldn’t gather the nerve to ask, I assumed. Meanwhile, I was getting closer and closer to cumming. I edged myself, drawing it out, hoping he’d give in and just fucking ask. I was hovering on the brink when finally I broke the silence.

“I’m really close man, I’m gonna fucking cum!” I didn’t even look up, I was mesmerized by my own dick. I felt my balls churning, I was about to explode. “Uunnnnngh….” And just as I moaned I heard his voice.

“Get yer hands off yer dick bitch-boy”

I paused, then slowed my stroke and shot back at him, “you wanna finish it?”

“Hands off!”

I let go and looked up at him. He’d been recording the whole thing on his phone! My grin instantly vanished. I couldn’t speak. Panic surged through my naked body.

“Put this on right now, or I post it.”

The metal chastity cage in his hand looked fucking medieval. I’d heard about these things before but never seen one. There was no padlock on it, just a built in locking mechanism.

“You’ve got two seconds to decide.” he warned.

“Ok ok!” I responded, reaching for the device.

Then he continued to record as I stuffed my engorged manhood into its torture chamber. It wasn’t easy - I was so fucking hard - so close to relief. Eventually I managed to stuff my balls through and stifle my erection enough to fit it on. My semi-hard meat now bent downward - aching. He reached down and gave it a tug.

“Unnngh!”

Then all to quickly, he inserted the key, gave it a twist and pocketed it. My heart pounded in my chest as a sense of utter betrayal and vulnerability overtook me. He’d just locked my dick up, broken my beautiful erection. Tricked me into blue-balling myself then denied me an orgasm! And yet, despite it all, I couldn’t seem to go fully limp inside the cage. It must have been the ring around the base of my balls. My cock was bulging obscenely through the bars.

With his camera, he zoomed in on the humiliating hunk of steel between my legs, then panned up to my blushing face. I still couldn’t speak.

“Not such a big fuckin dick now is it, Bitch-boy? Enjoy your semester, I’m sure you’ll find some other hobby” And with that he stopped recording and left my room. He could post that video at any time. He could splice it however he wanted, put my name on it, post it anywhere! My gut was boiling with anxiety.

A Semster!?

A couple days later, I broke down and went to his room. I had to try to reason with him. I couldn’t sleep, my dick kept getting hard inside the cage. The aching was so pervasive it was all I could think about, even when I was flaccid, there was a phantom pain across the top of my bent shaft. Plus I needed to get off really bad - I wasn’t used to going more than a day at most.

“It hurts so much dude, please can you let me out?”

He didn’t even look up at me, “Shouldn’t have bragged about yer dick. Word gets around, some fucking freshman with a beast in his pants…acting like he’s the shit. Punishment ain’t supposed to feel good”

“Please! Man!” I begged, cradling my locked junk. It was humiliating.

He looked over at me, staring into my eyes as he spoke. “That pain is there for a reason, Freshman. It means the cage is working. Each time you feel that sting, each time you bend over like a bitch because you got hard in your little cage - That means your dick is learning, shrinking down to its new size.

“Please fuck! I’m sorry man, please! I’ll never talk about my dick again dude, I swear!!”

“I know you won’t man. By next semester, you won’t have nearly as much to brag about”, he chuckled. “That shit’s permanent, bitch-boy.”

I stared up at him, face flushed fighting back tears of terror. The thought of my dick being locked for a whole semester was gut-wrenching, but the thought of losing precious inches was horrifying.

“Well, I say a semester, but really everyone is different, could take a year actually. Point is…. get used to it.”

Conquered Manhood.

Source: conqueredmanhood
elvistcb
elvistcb

So my Master has decided that I am to be locked and diapered. I’m am to start the new year locked and the duration will be up to all you.

Under 500 notes= 12 hours per note and 24hours per reblog

500 notes = 6 months chastity and allowed to cum once every 2 months.

(Note: once over 500 notes all adult underwear will be burned)

750 notes = 6 months in chastity no cumming.

1000 notes = 12 months chastity and allowed to cum every 2 months after 6 months is complete.

1500 notes = 12 months in chastity no cumming.

3000 notes = 24 months chastity and allowed to cum once every 2 months after 12 months is complete.

5000 notes = 24 months in chastity no cumming.

50,000 notes in one month mean I book in for total castration and sack removal

His aim is to reduce my nub from 7.5” to 3” as I’m a locked diaper fag born to serve real men.

You have one month to reblog and decide my fate. Notes will be tallied on the 31st December @ midday.

biboy69-blr
fantassdick-fantasies

GETTING OVER THE HUMP (All boys 18+)

With the thick blindfold affixed to his face, Mitch could not see any of the men around him… he could only hear their harsh Slavic voices as they appraised him like a slab of beef. The leather cuffs around his wrists kept his arms pinned behind his back, and the floor felt sticky and slippery underneath his bare feet. It reminded him of the time he stepped in his own spooge after masturbating in his bedroom, and it made him feel queasy.

On either side of him, he heard boys his age- similarly exposed and restrained- whimpering with fright and grunting in anger. They were all about to find out that, once this process began… it didn’t slow down for even a moment.

Before he knew it, Mitch was gagging on a set of thick, dirty fingers; his tongue was no match for their strength and he was unable to push them back out from between his lips. Playfully tapping and toying with the boy’s dangling uvula at the back of his throat, the man delighted in Mitch’s coughing and retching as the knuckles settled behind the boy’s teeth.

The man removed his hand once he finished inspecting Mitch’s mouth, and right away, Mitch felt his undies being yanked down and cool air surrounding his genitals. The rough, calloused palm cupped his nuts and squeezed his dick, forcing him into an involuntary erection in front of people he could not see. He could hear a crowd murmuring and chuckling as his young erection strained in front of him, steely like a flagpole.

Mitch rarely masturbated while standing up, and when he did, it always ended the same way: with him spreading his legs and involuntarily squatting deep as he humped the air and his own hand. He could feel that same urge to bend his knees now, but he was fighting it with all his willpower.

Before long, Mitch could sense that his handler was becoming annoyed and impatient, as the groping became more violent and aggressive. After a few moments of yelling something in a language the boy couldn’t understand, a very casual exchange took place. A second individual had stepped up onto the stage and had pulled the brutish man away for a private conversation.

As he stood there shivering- waiting for something terrible to happen as a result of his own stubbornness- Mitch was acutely aware that people were watching him. Inspecting him from head to toe, and drinking in the sight of his private areas. He wanted to know who was out there, how many there were, and whether or not they were taking pictures… but alas, he had no way of finding out.

Catching him off guard, another hand wrapped around his turgid erection, where it remained perfectly still. It didn’t squeeze, it didn’t slap, it didn’t stroke… it just held onto his member. Mitch could feel hot breath on his neck before he heard a man’s Australian accent whispering softly into his ear. “It’s much less painful if you cooperate.

He didn’t know if it was the stranger’s kindness, or the gentle grip of his softer, well-moisturized hand… but Mitch began to buck. Back and forth, in and out of the fist, harder and faster. The crowd cheered and laughed uproariously as the boy began to surrender- humping the man’s fist like a blind, horny animal.

Frustratingly, the hand remained motionless the entire time- making Mitch work to achieve his own submission. Shedding his inhibitions, the teenager began to fuck the man’s fist in earnest… eventually roaring out with release as he added his own sticky dollops of slime to the stage. He was still catching his breath when a thick canvas hood was stuffed over his head and he was dragged off the stage. Once this process began… it didn’t slow down for even a moment.

Source: fantassdick-fantasies