In my late 20's I found myself in a relationship with a dominant top. Ryan was in his early 40's and a true alpha male. Standing at 6'1" with dark drown hair which was showing signs of some greying at the sides, Ryan was barrel chested, with a small belly from his love of craft beers. Another trait Ryan possessed was his interest in BDSM.
Ryan was insatiable when it came to sex, as such he was attracted to younger men who could keep up with his demands. I was no stranger to sex myself, I had been on a mad tear in my 20's and had built up quite a resume for myself. Nothing I had experienced up to this point would prepare me for Ryan's desires.
Ryan wanted a complete slut, one who would bend to his will, and beg him for his magnificent cock. With that goal in mind Ryan informed me he would be placing me in chastity, so he could properly train me to serve a "real mans" desires, and I could take my place as a a proper mans toy to be used.
If you are unfamiliar, a chastity device is used to lock up your cock, with the sole purpose to stop it from getting hard. You can not touch yourself while in chastity, so masturbating is out completely.
There are many types of chastity devices, but the one Ryan placed me in was metal. It had a metal cock ring which your balls slipped through, and rested on the base of the shaft against your body. A small metal cage held your penis in place, and attached to the cock ring. The entire thing was locked with a small padlock, which Ryan held the key to.
The cage was maybe two inches long, luckily I am a grower not a shower, and my penis was able to enter the cage easily. I am only about 6.5 inches fully erect, so the cage was comfortable enough while soft, but if I got excited there was no room to grow.
Ryan placed me in the device on a Sunday night. It was heavier than I imagined, and I could feel the weight of it pulling my cock downward. You could pee in it, but to do so you had to sit on the toilet like a female. Sleeping proved to be comfortable enough once you found the right position.
The next day was a work day. I got dressed and thoughts raced through my mind of how I would wear this at work. In my pants you could see a bulge, I instantly panicked fearful that people would see the bulge, and piece together what I was wearing. My fears were unfounded though as no one seemed to notice.
The first couple days were uneventful, I basically carried on about my day as if nothing had changed, but I could always feel the weight of it. A reminder that my dick was no longer my own, someone else had complete control over my ability to cum.
Sometimes throughout the day Ryan would text me to stop what I was doing and send him a pic of me caged. Failure to do so could mean more time spent in chastity. He wanted me to remember that he now owned me.