This was the last night in his apartment. He had decided to take the contract that Alice had offered, even with his concerns over her anger, and possibly her sanity. Over the last few weeks he had taken his life apart, piece by piece. He had given two weeks notice at his job and told his remaining family that he was leaving the country to travel for a few years. Finding a new tenant for his apartment wasn't a problem, and his landlord could hardly contain his glee about getting to raise the rent early. No one from his group of friends would miss him. Since his obsession with Alice had begun, he hadn't seen most of them. He had made no effort to continue a social, or dating life. A deep depression had overtaken him. Lacking any experience in handling such an all-consuming despair, he had spiraled downward. Alice's offer appeared to be the only life ring in a sea of despondency. His diet was filled with stops at the Jack in the Box, and loading up on junk food at the 7-11 nightly. Since most of his free time was spent obsessing about Alice, he had let his fitness regiment grow lax. The pudge in his midsection reminded him he hadn't been to a gym in months. There really wasn't much life to leave behind.
He laid on the bare mattress staring at his blank room, thinking of her. His confused caged cock swelled against it's restraint as his thoughts drifted to the day he agreed to her offer. She had smiled when he offered to come by that evening to sign the paperwork. "That won't be necessary," she said, "you can sign it on your move in date. However, I do have something you need to be fitted with to ensure your commitment." She reached into her side drawer and pulled out a small box with a red bow decorating the top.
"I told you before that you were not to cum before moving in" She moved around the desk to him. Blood started rushing towards his cock as she moved closer.
"I haven't. I stop myself from cumming each time," he assured her.
"That's exactly it, Trent," she whispered into his ear. "I know you can't keep your perverted hands off your dirty worm of a cock, so it's only a matter of time before you spill that diseased cum. That's why I got you a little insurance." Opening the lid of the box, she revealed what looked like a plastic clear banana. It had a separate ring at one end of it, along with a small padlock. She undid the lock and opened it up further. "Put your dick in here and let me get you all locked up."
He undid his pants and freed his throbbing cock from his underwear. She reached up with her free hand and gripped his face, squishing his cheeks roughly. "You better get rid of that hard-on, otherwise this is going to be more painful than it has to be."
"I can't help it," he sputtered through the grip of her hand. Her eyes grew wide as she let go of his face. She swung her arm back and laid a punch solidly in his side. He doubled over in pain, the breath knocked out of him. She gripped his head, stood him back up, and looked down at his cock. "Well that did it," she snarled.
In a flash she had the contraption secured around the shaft of his cock. His balls hung freely through a slit at the base of the unit, where the lock was. The other end had a small hold at the end, and he assumed that is what he would be pissing through for the next few weeks. The device was extremely uncomfortable when his dick would start to swell. When his cock would go limp again, the uncomfortableness would disappear to be replaced with a mild annoyance.
"Now I know you'll be my good boy," she said as she returned back to her desk, leaving him with his pants around his knees exposing his caged cock.
The familiar discomfort of his chastity device brought him back to the present, as the memories of that day faded. By instinct he still reached down to grab himself, only to have his grip encircle the hard plastic of the chastity device. Tears came to his eyes as he was flooded with conflicting emotions. Shame, humiliation, and fear were new to him. Where there was once a confident, out going, young man with great plans for his future, now stood a weak, dependent, hollow, emasculated male with his cock useless, and caged, feeling like a neuter. At the same time he was flooded with love and devotion for someone that he suspected could be his ruin. Soon enough, he hoped, she would return his manhood to him. Soon enough she would set him free, and he could begin his life, anew, with her.
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He showed up promptly at eight, carrying a small suitcase filled with minor personal artifacts and some clothes. Alice had promised him that she would have all that he needed for the next three years at least. There would be a small personal space that he would be able to keep things that were important to him. Walking up the winding path to the dark and heavy door, the story of Hansel and Gretel came to mind. Alice tempting him with her treats, all the while plotting to shove him into an oven at first chance. He hesitated slightly before raising the massive knocker and letting it drop onto the iron plate. He swallowed his doubts, and waited to be let into Alice's candy house.
His heart skipped and he caught his breath when she finally answered the door. Her dark hair was cascading down the front of a short black robe that rode up high enough to expose her creamy thighs. A wave of light headedness washed over him as his eyes traced those luscious legs down to her bare feet and blood-red painted toes. The chastity apparatus became incredibly uncomfortable as his cock started digging into the plastic, trying to force it open. A crooked smile appeared on her face. She twirled a vape between her fingers, relishing his obvious discomfort. "Welcome to Chez Alice" she said, opening the door to allow him in.
As he crossed the threshold, she inhaled dramatically. "My you are ripe, Trent," she said snidely. "Before anything else happens, we need to hose that fucking stench off you."
A major problem with devices like chastity accessories is cleanliness. Anything that isolates a human's genitals from use will also interfere with proper cleaning. Nothing beats a scrubbing with antibacterial soap to get clean. Soaking in stagnant water just isn't the same. When a cock is encased in a plastic shell for an extended period of time not only is there potential for permanent physical damage, but the bacteria buildup causes a stench that can bring tears to one's eyes.
"Your room is downstairs on the left and it has a shower. Please get in there before I have to light another incense stick to cover the smell of your crotch rot," she said holding her nose, accepting no blame in the cause of his foul odor. She grabbed him at the waist and callously tore at his pants so she could unlock the cock prison. Relief swept over him as he let out a yip and tears welled up in his eyes. "So fucking dramatic," she said snidely as she ushered him towards the basement stairs. "Now I feel like I have to shower!" Her face wrinkled in disgust.
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His room was small, but comfortable. There were a few amenities, including a television. There didn't appear to be a phone or computer. An intercom was on the wall next to the door, and he suspected that would be how Alice would order him around.
Second thoughts began again while he was in the shower. As the water rained over him, he felt his head clear. Maybe it was the fact that he could touch himself again. He had his cock in a soapy grip. Memories of being a man came back to him. The time before Alice. The time when he had confidence with women. A time before obsession, before Alice. Back then he had confidence around women. He could look into their eyes when he spoke to them. Now, he shrank from any eye contact with a female, especially Alice. There was something in her gaze that caused fierce arousal in him. But it as an arousal that was tainted with fear. A fear of her, and her effect on him. A fear of what really lurked inside of her. Those eyes hypnotized him, and erased his memory of everything else.
