Tales Of Chastity In Igranad Ch 01

In the Kingdom of Igranad, it was important for all princes and young noblemen remain virtuous and moral. In the eyes of tradition, the only way of doing that was swearing a vow to chastity. Princes should be kept pure and chaste. For the first part of their lives they are innocent, however after they turn eighteen their soul opens up to the danger of temptation and desire.

This is why princes cannot be trusted with their own chastity, and matters must be taken into other hands to protect them. To ensure this, they are to wear a very important form of under armour. This armour is called a chastity belt. On the night after his eighteenth birthday, the virgin Prince of Igranad must be presented with this belt and then be transported far across the land to a tower that sits upon a rocky terrain of mountains.

These lands were guarded by orcs who had a duty to kill any trespassers and protect the tower at all costs. At the top of this tower the virgin Prince must be placed, there he must wait for a handsome and strong knight to best the orcs, ascend the tower and save the virgin Prince from his captivity. The knight would be rewarded with the Prince's hand in marriage and virginity.

A spell put on the cage ensures that the virgin Prince will fall deeply and forever in love with the knight who releases him. However a great deal of this is kept secret, even from the Prince. He may only find out the truth when it is time for him to become chaste and be transported. Very soon the same events will take place for the current Prince of Igranad, young Prince Titus Igran VIII.

Titus had only turned eighteen one day ago. As what usually happened, he had a grand banquet and ceremony to celebrate his birthday. He was gifted many extravagant presents he was sure he would enjoy. Little did he know, he would not get to enjoy them. That night at the ceremony, Titus felt a sudden urge to do something he had never thought of doing before.

He felt an urge to touch himself.

He wondered desperately, why? What could come of that? He had never felt such urges and did not know what they could mean. However the place of his pleasure made it clear this is what it wanted when it became as hard as a sword. The virgin Prince slipped out of the party and up the spiral staircase to his room. He felt like he was being led against his will almost, as if what his cock wanted was more important.

Titus removed his clothes and underclothes to reveal his penis doing something it had never done before. It stuck upright and was as hard as a rock, throbbing and veiny. He wondered if his cock was bewitched by some sort of wild magic. As he prodded it to inspect it the cock moved almost on it's own to the feeling of his finger against it. Titus prodded it again and felt immediately how amazing it was.

It felt like something he couldn't describe, he had never felt a feeling like it but did now. Then the thought came to him, "If my sword quivers and feels like that just with a single prod, how would it feel if I gripped it like a sword?" So he wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed. Then a feeling shuddered through his body that he couldn't describe. It felt amazing, it felt delicious.

It felt addictive. Titus had never felt anything like this before in his life, yet here he now was. He couldn't tell if it was witchcraft that made him feel like this, but if it was they were successful. Titus was ready to give in to the temptation, even if it was the path to evil. He started to stroke his cock and the ripples of pleasure that ruptured throughout his body became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly there was a loud knocking at the door and the virgin Prince had to quickly put his clothes back on, and hoped his hard sword would become soft as it had been for all of his life up until now. A voice echoed throughout the rooms as it spoke and Titus knew immediately who it was. It was Gabriel. Gabriel was Titus' guardian and mentor. It was his duty to protect and teach, he had raised Titus more than his parents did.

After all those years Titus knew what each knock meant. This knock meant something incredibly serious was about to happen.

"Prince Titus Igran VIII, what are you doing in this room during your birthday feast?" He demanded with his conquering voice.

"There was a lot of pressure, Gabriel. I felt a crippling need to be on my own for a moment." Titus explained, thinking he technically wasn't lying.

"Well, it is good I have you here alone. We have important matters to discuss now you are of age." Gabriel said with a calmer yet still stocking voice as he opened the door.

"What matters, Gabriel?" Titus asked.

He knew there would be many matters now that he was of age, but they could come afterwards. Why here? Why now?

"You understand that princes like you must remain pure throughout your life?" Gabriel asked.

"Yes, Gabriel." Titus sighed, having answered the same question many times.

"This can only be achieved with chastity, is that not right?" Gabriel questioned again.

"Yes it is right. Why do you tell me of this?" Titus asked desperately, wanting Gabriel to leave so that he could touch himself again. His manhood was already begging for it.

"Now that you are of age, your soul has opened up to the danger of temptation and desire. If you give into it, you will no longer be pure. These temptations are so strong that an oath to chastity is not enough, you cannot and will not be trusted with your own chastity anymore, my Prince." Gabriel explained, carefully.

From his many robes, Gabriel produced a very strange type of under armour. It was a leather belt that was designed to wrap around the body. At the front, around wear the crotch area of the wearer would be, there was a rusted metal cage. There were many holes in it like a real cage from the dungeons, but had the shape of a cock. Above this was a large steel padlock that could unlock the cock shaped cage. With this he also produced a rusted key.

"What is the meaning of this, Gabriel?" Titus asked, starting to back away but simply falling unto the bed.

"The source of these evil temptations is your sword." Gabriel explained, gesturing to Titus' manhood.

"The only way you can be kept pure is if your manhood remains protected and locked in this armour, my Prince." Gabriel continued, showing the cage.

"How long will I be chaste like this?" Titus asked, gulping.

He was certain he could be trusted with his own chastity and that this was all for nothing.

"Ah yes, that is the other important part of the tradition that must be observed. Tonight you will be chaste in this armour and tomorrow morning you will be transported far across the land to a tower that sits upon a rocky terrain of mountains. At the top of this tower you will be placed. That will be your new home." Gabriel explained calmly.

Titus was taken aback. He had no idea this happened. How had this remained a secret for all of these years?

"Will I be allowed to leave?" Titus asked, realising this sounded a lot like captivity.

"No. These lands are guarded by orcs who will ensure you cannot leave and there will be no trespassers. You will wait in this tower for a handsome knight to best the orcs, ascend the tower and save you from your captivity." Gabriel explained.

"What do I achieve from this?" Titus asked, folding his arms together. It seemed here like he achieved nothing from this, aside from observing tradition. Titus had respect for tradition, but this tested his respect. He loved his home and didn't want to be taken away.

"You will be kept pure, and have a strong knight worthy of your love. I have seen the way you look at the knights' battalions. You would want to fall in love with a handsome knight, would you not?" Gabriel asked, a smiling across his face.

"Yes, I suppose I would." Titus admitted, somewhat defeated. He couldn't deny he would love that.

"This is tradition. The same thing happened to your father. And your father's father. And your father's father's father. Reaching all the way back to the first generation of royal Igran and all princes have been kept pure with this tradition. It is good." Gabriel explained.

"How long will I wait?" Titus asked.

"A month after your captivity begins, we spread the word to knights all across the land. Then they will all come to rescue you. We have ensured that most will fail and die. Only the best of the best may claim you, and it could take a long time for the best of the best to come. Or it may be a short time, only time will tell." Gabriel shrugged his shoulders.

"Time." Titus lamented, thinking about how much time could be spent, simply waiting for a knight to arrive.

"Time." Gabriel repeated with a nod.

Then Titus had a thought that was terrifying to him.

"What if there is no knight strong enough to rescue me?" Titus asked, his heart racing.

"Then you will remain in your tower and age and eventually die. Though that has yet to happen." Gabriel reassured.

Trying as he might, Gabriel could not soften the blow that came with the realisation that Titus could die from old age in this tower, having never been rescued by a knight. Simply no knight in the land worthy enough. However then he thought of the other generations, how they have all been rescued by strong and handsome knights and lived happily ever after. Titus wanted that desperately, and would sacrifice this to do it.

"Alright Gabriel, if this is the tradition of my family I must respect it. Though I may need some help with the chastity armour." Titus laughed nervously.

"Of course my Prince, now may you undress from the waist down?" Gabriel suggested, staying unemotional and uninterested.

As he did before, Titus removed his clothes and underclothes to reveal his manhood. Luckily it had softened from earlier. As Gabriel directed, he stood up and leaned against the bed frame for support. Gabriel then got on one knee to put the cage on Titus. First the rusted steel ring went over his cock and then Gabriel roughly forced his balls up and through it, finally pulling the rest of the scrotum up.

Titus' penis and balls looked normal except for the ring of steel that made those feelings of pleasure from before come back. The Prince knew this cage would ensure he did not feel that pleasure again, and whilst he was somewhat disappointed in this he knew it was for the greater good. It was simply evil hiding behind pleasure. If he gave into it, he would be giving his soul to sin.

Gabriel took hold of his somewhat hardening cock and painfully bent it over his fingers. Titus cursed from the discomfort under his breath but one powerful and scornful look from the man who held the power over his manhood, told Titus to be quiet. Officially the Prince was above Gabriel, but he never made this clear. Gabriel was like his father, and Titus cared for him too much to disrespect him.

Gabriel took the head of his penis and forced it into the bent cage. A weird sensation of unyielding steel forced into the head of Titus' sword caught him off guard. Gabriel continued to work his cock in, squashing it against the cage. Finally the leather belt that ensured this armour could never be removed was locked around Titus' lean body. By the time Titus looked down again his penis was fully encapsulated.

Finally the padlock bigger than the cage itself was locked around another ring. Gabriel pushed the large key inside the padlock and twisted. After a soft click the key was pulled away. Titus was now fitted with under armour he could never remove himself. Titus prodded the cage with his hand and didn't feel much other than his cock trying to strain against its prison.

Almost as if it was crying out for the pleasure it felt earlier. No more of that evil pleasure could be had. As soon as Titus stood from the wall and put his clothes back on, he felt the heavy metal weighing down on his cock and balls. It made walking incredibly awkward, and meant the jangling of the rings followed him wherever he went. However Gabriel reassured him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"You are now free of all temptation. Your are pure and protected. Today you have become a man. The ceremony is coming to an end as we speak. You will go down there now and make a toast, to tell the people you will not be seen for a long time. They must have an excuse for your absence and cannot know about this sacred act. Then you must rest well, it is a long journey tomorrow and an early start. Good luck my Prince."

Following Gabriel's orders, Titus made his way back down to the feast and noticed his walking speed was heavily slowed by the new weight of the heavy chastity cage. The padlock stuck out from under his clothes, but Titus knew that if this happened with all other male ancestors and no one saw, he would be fine. At the feast, Titus took a cup of wine and clinked against it to make the speech.

"My name is Prince Titus Igran VIII. Son of King Titus Igran VII. Today is my birthday, the day I come of age. People have told me all day that this is the day I become a man. I am a man now. This is who I am. Yet I am not sure what kind of man I want to be. It's an important journey to discovery one's self. One's purity. One's chastity. One's heart. One's love. That is a journey I must take alone."

"So for a time I will be away from the eye of the court and the public. No one will see me. Not at feasts or weddings. Never. I must find out who I want to be. I may be gone a month. I may be gone ten years. However when I return, I will know who I am so I will become a better king to you all. I am privileged to be in this place, and it is important I know who I am before I become your ruler. I hope you all understand and thank you."

Applause erupted throughout the halls and Titus bowed to them all. After that, the party began to disperse and he made his way up to his chambers, unsure how he felt about this future. However he felt, it was tradition and had to be observed. At least Titus would be kept pure and chaste. On his way to sleep, he couldn't help but dream of the handsome knight who would rescue him from the tower.

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Early in the morning, Titus was woken up from his pleasant dreams of a knight by a harsh knocking from Gabriel. It was time to leave the kingdom before anyone saw. He was about to start packing a pouch of belongings, but Gabriel told Titus that wouldn't need it where he was going. Simply the clothes on his back was all that was necessary. So after getting dressed Gabriel led Titus down to a carriage that waited outside the castle.

The sky was still gray, but soon enough the sun would come up and everyone would wake up. Gabriel followed him inside and the horses got to work, drawing the carriage at a speed Titus wasn't used to. The curtains in the carriage were down, but Titus wanted to get one final look at the kingdom he grew up in. However his hand was thwacked away by Gabriel's walking stick.

"I am sorry my Prince, but no one can know of your departure. If a peasant sees you leave, we could be followed." Gabriel explained, firmly but calmly.

Titus loved Gabriel like a father but even he had to admit, the old man was no conversation. So Titus mostly closed his eyes and tried to imagine the knight. However his manhood immediately strained against it's cage, attempting to become hard as a rock again. He winced at the pain.

"You must resist any thoughts of a tempting sort, Titus. That will lead to pain down there." Gabriel explained.

Time passed and light started to stream in through the curtains. It was morning for sure now. Then Titus had a question he had somehow neglected up until now.

"Gabriel, if I may not leave the tower what about food and water?" Titus wondered.

"Essentials such as that will be provided by a monk who lives at the bottom of the tower. Through a rope pulley system at the window of the tower everything you need will be delivered by him." Gabriel explained.

Titus was glad that was clarified, but couldn't help but be a little bit sad that he would be truly alone. The day moved on and on. Eventually Gabriel said they were far away enough from the kingdom to look out of the window, but there was nothing interesting. Just plains and plains of endless grass. As the journey went on, the green landscape became rockier and rockier.

"Will there be any books? Any means of entertainment?" Titus asked after thinking about how boring it would be if not.

"I am afraid not. It is essential you feel the experience of waiting, all thoughts must be on the knight who will rescue you. No distractions from the knight. Nothing to bide your time. Waiting is the most important aspect. Just waiting." Gabriel explained.

"Sounds miserable and boring, Gabriel." He answered plainly, unafraid to speak his mind.

"When the handsome and strong knight rescues you and you are finally free from that armour, you will realise the tedious wait was worth it. Only ever thinking of the knight means all of your passions are on him." Gabriel insisted.

Titus nodded, he supposed that made sense. But still, a wait that could last for years with no entertainment or means to bide time? He felt like that was monotony for the sake of monotony. Now there was no grass in sight. Just rock. These were truly orc lands now. Gabriel assured him that the kingdom had made a deal with the orcs that the tower could be placed there and the orcs would do their duty to stop Titus from leaving, and to stop any from entering.

As the sky started to turn gray and dusk rolled in, the carriage arrived at the tower. When Titus saw it he was shocked. It was so much taller than he could have ever anticipated. It looked old and decrepit, as if it could fall apart at any minute. Next to it was a small hut where the monk lived. There was a reinforced metal door at the front of the tower that looked much more modern and incredibly thick.

Gabriel produced around ten different keys and had to turn all of them in different holes to unlock the door. Finally it opened on it's own, as if by magic. Gabriel led a nervous Titus through to a spiral staircase which went up for a very long time before coming to a door of similar quality with thick metal and many keys. Then that led to a small circular room at the top of the tower.

Titus' new home.

It looked very bare and basic. Bare stone walls. Bare stone floors. There was a bed by the window that looked very comfortable, a fireplace with enough wood to last ten winters, a toilet and a mirror on a small table with a shaving pot.

"This is your home now Titus, for the foreseeable future." Gabriel explained reassuringly.

He gestured to the mirror and shaving pot and explained, "The monk will also provide all you need to shave with. It is important you shave all areas below your nose to look appealing to the knight, aside of course from the areas that are armoured. The knight could arrive to rescue you at any moment, so always make yourself look presentable."

"So Titus, this is where I leave you. Final thing, your clothes will have to be removed." Gabriel ordered in a firm voice.

"What?" Titus questioned, struggling to see the logic.

"When the knight has travelled so far and endured so much to rescue you, he will deserve to see what he had saved in detail. He deserves to see his prize naked." Gabriel clarified.

"What about winters? This place is cold and will be even colder in the winter." Titus worried.

"The fire is powerful, enhanced by magic. You will not go cold." Gabriel assured.

With that, Titus nervously removed everything aside from his chastity cage. He was on display now, completely naked. Though Gabriel was uninterested. He folded the clothes and gave one final bow.

"Goodbye my Prince, may the knight bring you home soon. Be patient." He turned around and shut the door, locking it with his many keys. The keys only Gabriel had.