Story of Pain and Pleasure:
Ellie's Catch
Chapter One
I got to do something about it!
Ah, the same again - I've lost the whole weekend masturbating. Nothing new. Still, I had to do something about it, I knew it was more of a force of habit and maybe an addiction, not that huge libido. OK, yeah, I always was really sex-crazed, but this was excessive... I've been losing time that I should be spending with friends, learning, or just doing anything other that would be fun. Worst, I had almost no drive to search for a real relationship or even a one night stand.
But there was still hope for me. Not something like a romantic tale. Nothing like "oh, he found an incredible girl who helped him steer his life for better". Nope. It was more down to earth, though a bit unconventional - about a month ago, when I was searching the net for something that would help me take care of this problem, between institutions or self-improvement courses (that wasn't for me), I stumbled upon a website of something I never expected.
From one forum to another, there were people that found it fun to delay their orgasms or have them delayed. This lead to people telling their stories about how they used toys to give control over their pleasures to someone else. These toys were chastity belts and cages. One of the links has lead me to a website of the most revered of their manufactures, the LustJail chastity belts.
Now, these were something different. Most of the devices I've seen up to that point were very simple, just some metal designed to block access to penis or pussy, but these - they were beautiful metal lingerie, Bluetooth controlled, had cleaning systems to really wear them all the time without any problems, lots of sensors to keep snug fit even if the wearer's weight changed. There were also other sensors, like those that would allow to go to the toilet, while if you tried anal, they would slide the door to block the access to the rear of the belt.
The app for the phone would be able to set the locking time, with many options, and to trace a lot of statistics, like, in the male version of these belts, the app could show how often there were erection attempts and how much pressure they made on the inside of the penis tube.
I was interested in anything that would help me at that point, so I checked them out a bit more. Mostly, I was worried if such a belt would be successful, as all the other belts I've read about earlier could be defeated in one way or another or just plainly lock-picked or the locks sewed off. These belts had a great (and somewhat terrifying) reviews and credentials - it turned out, they were developed together with one of the addictions and sexual treatment institutions and were used "without any accidents" for years now.
I searched for confirmation on other websites and found verified reviews and an article in a respectable healthcare and science journal - LustJail devices were a serious business and something not to be joked about.
OK, that could work, I could lock myself in one of these belts and set the timer to unlock once a week, jerk off once not to go insane, and then lock myself back for another week. This would be intense, I would be going crazy, at least at the beginning, but I needed to do something... The only problem was, they were diabolically expensive - $6,000...
Still, even though I was in my second year of university, I had quite a lot of savings. Renting a room in a shared apartment even while I could afford my own studio once again turned out to be a good choice.
For the next few weeks, I masturbated even more - if that was even possible... I suppose my mind wanted to do it as much as I could when I subconsciously knew soon I wouldn't be able to do it more than once a week. Finally, after three weeks of stroking marathon, the package arrived on Friday. It was inconspicuous, I told my flatmates (I lived with 3 girls and two other guys, every room had its own bathroom, but the kitchen was common) that it was just a package with some things from home.
I took the package to my room and when I heard no one was in the corridor, I slowly locked my door. Then I opened the package - there was a charger, though the belt was charged by USB, which was needed for the rear sliding door, hygiene system, and sensors, as well as the locking mechanism, then there were instructions and the belt itself. I unpacked it, it looked like a pair of slimmer, metal briefs with rubber lining. In the front, in the middle, there were two holes, one for the cleaning product and another for water, the locking button, and a small screen. looking from the inside, I could see the enclosed, but ventilated through a series of slits, area for my balls, which included a mesh material so they wouldn't bounce on metal, and the penis tube with a lot sturdier metal mesh inside and some holes and the rest of the cleaning system.
In my overly excited state, I tried to put the belt on right away, so I stepped into it and pulled it up, but my cock was pointing unmistakenly upwards and was raging hard, so there was no way I could stuff it into a rather small and pointing down tube inside the belt. I decided to sit down and wait for it to go soft and in the meantime, I went to set up the app on my phone and connect it with the belt. Once that was done, I noticed I was lightly stroking myself...
I decided that I can't go on like that and pushed with my hand on my cock until it, after a long while, started to give up and I could push it down (which was accompanied by a lot of grunting). It was still quite hard, but it was finally in a position in which I could force it into the belt. Still, it was a rather difficult fight as I got more and more excited, but pushing the belt towards my body and my cock into the tube it, little by little, got my member to lose its hardness and I was finally in. I felt how incredibly tight it was around my cock, it was an unimaginable sensation, a bit uncomfortable as all that blood tried to expand my cock but there was just no space or it. It felt like if someone grabbed it in hand and started squeezing as tight as possible.
The belt was positioned, and even though It was already starting to drive me crazy, I thought that it was only due to the attempted erection and once it was gone, it would be comfortable. So I pushed the lock button and the belt tightened around my hips. It got really tight at first, but after a moment it loosened up a bit. Of course, it still was sitting in place safely, there was no way I could get it off without unlocking it.
Of course, I already wanted nothing more than to take that bloody thing off and cum! But I managed to open the app and go into locking settings. The screen showed that the belt was locked just a couple seconds and there was no unlocking restriction. I choose the tab where I could start a new lock session and I got a few options, like unlocking only after the belt in the hips got sufficiently smaller, I suppose that was for weight loss motivation, and what interested me at the moment - a time lock. I choose the duration I planned from the beginning, so a week, plus 3 hours so I would get unlocked next Friday at 7 PM.
I stopped for a moment, starting to understand what kind of hell I was sentencing myself to. There was no way that I would get anything done that week other than climbing the walls with frustration and bowling-size case of blue balls. I don't know how, but an idea crept into my mind, that if I was to really do that, and if it was to have any positive effect, I would need to go really cold-turkey and give myself time to adapt to the new reality. So I did something incredibly stupid and changed the lock-up time to 31 days and 3 hours and before I could change my mind I clicked "start".
At that moment, the tightness around my cock, and the fact that it was kept pointing down suddenly became excruciatingly obvious! It brought me to my knees tugging on the belt, trying to push it down, hitting it with my fist, trying to get under it, and trying to shake it so I could feel any stimulation but it was all in vain... I finally gave up after about two hours, defeated, horny, frustrated as never before and dreading what kind of madness the next days, weeks, would bring...
And I underestimated it. I was losing my mind, every ass or pair of breast I saw made me painfully aware of my belt, I lost an awful lot of hours watching porn and trying to make myself come, only to end up even more frustrated. After just a few days my balls started aching, after a week that turned into plain pain and I got worried and had to see a doctor.
Now, I couldn't take the belt off so I called the helpdesk of the belt's manufacturer. It turned out, that there is an emergency code that most hospitals have, but in my case, it wasn't necessary. The part covering the ball's area had two plates that could be removed using a special code that some urologists are certified to use. One such place was in NY, where I live, so I got an appointment for the next day.