A few years back while browsing adult sites online, I stumbled upon a photo set of a man being secured in a chastity device. It looked like a CB2000. Wow! The sight instantly sparked my interest and made me wish I could be shut up just like that! I’ve dipped into various kinks and daydreams occasionally over the years, much like most men do, but long-term self-imposed abstinence captivated me in an entirely new way. I started wondering if holding back my orgasm while pleasing others might actually represent the peak of sexual satisfaction.
Ultimately, I bought a CB6000s and it showed up just three days ago! I picked this specific model because, to be completely honest with you all, I am more grower than show’er. My soft cock measures about 2.5 inches, but extends past 6 inches when fully erect.
When my device arrived by mail, the idea of my own self-imposed orgasm denial made me instantly excited! I hurried back home to strap it on right away. While waiting for delivery, I had watched a few amateur porn clips of guys locking themselves up, so I knew the assembly process and techniques well enough. I went into my bedroom and stripped down completely naked, then opened the box and organized all the separate parts. The immediate hurdle was that just thinking about putting it on caused me to become fully erect! And by “fully” I mean rock-hard! There was no way around it; I had to masturbate before securing myself shut. My excitement meant I didn’t take long at all to ejaculate. I readily admit being a chronic self-pleaser, doing it every night and morning, plus often once or twice during the day. Now that routine was about to shift! After cleaning up quickly, I could return to my task.
Trying out various ring sizes and spacers took slightly longer than expected, but eventually, I found a good fit. The CB6000s proved to be definitely the right choice for me. The length was spot on; my cock filled the device completely without being forced in, and my large glans fits the end perfectly. Putting it on dry wasn’t possible; I applied some Vaseline Intensive Care Hand Lotion and it slid on smoothly, making a mental note to grab some Baby Oil from the Dollar Store later. At 1:30 PM on December 9, 2014, I was securely lock for the first time!
I got dressed again immediately afterward. I wanted to test how it felt under my clothes while walking about. The first thing I noticed was that putting on my briefs (tighty-whities) created a strange sensation of not feeling the fabric against my cock. Now fully clothed and properly locked, I took a walk around the neighborhood. I was amazed at just how comfortable the device is. Having worn a cock-ring and studded strap before, I already knew the feeling of having my balls pushed forward, which wasn’t different here. My testicles pull up tight in cooler weather but hang lower when it’s warm; I wondered if I could wear a smaller ring size during Summer?
My first restrained full erection arrived pretty quickly. Walking around and contemplating wearing it for extended periods was exciting. The sensation resembled the typical erections I usually experience, since I always tuck my cock down over my balls in briefs. The difference was that my shaft couldn’t extend any longer, yet I could feel the plastic sheath holding back its width.
Back inside, I drank a couple of beers. Soon enough, I needed to urinate for the first time while locked-up. I discovered I couldn’t use the fly in my briefs effectively. From now on, I’ll need to unbutton my jeans and pull down the waistband of my underwear. It will be interesting to see if anyone notices when I’m using a public restroom, or pissing outside, which is common for us rural southern boys. In summer, I often go commando so I should just unzip my pants and go.
Soon came the first night of
I was locked up. I climbed into bed without any clothes on—I’ve slept naked since I was a young teen. The first thing I noticed was the absence of fabric against my cock. Right away, an erection started building up but it got trapped! I rubbed my balls and even tried shaking and rubbing the device itself, but nothing worked. Only a few drops of pre-cum leaked out from the tip. I held back from taking off the lock and drifted off to sleep. At 1:30 AM, that trapped erection woke me up again; I did some more frustrated feeling around before falling asleep once more. By 6:30 AM, my restrained member was asking for attention again, luckily the dogs needed to go outside so I resisted the urge a second time. That tight or holding sensation reminded me of sleeping in briefs when visiting relatives or sharing hotel rooms during church events. Back in my Navy days, I usually wore traditional full-cut white boxers at night so my cock could hang out through the fly. This also made it easy to masturbate if needed. I picked up this habit from other career-focused sailors who preferred sleeping naked. “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” was common practice for a long time before the government officially adopted it! At least among us Sailors.
Using the toilet while locked felt new too! The lock clicked against the seat and the device kept my cock pointing straight down without needing to guide it with my hand.
Now I had showered wearing CB6000s for the first time. It was a unique reminder of how much the lock clacked against the plastic casing with every movement. I noticed that same clicking sound as I walked around naked too. Again, I got that sense of something missing not touching my cock. First it wasn’t underwear, then bedsheets, now water felt different too. The device made washing between my balls tricky, and I wondered how long I could skip scrubbing my cock. This might be an issue since cleanliness is very important to me. Since people wear plaster casts for broken bones lasting four to six weeks, I figure one week in the device should work fine.
After showering and leaving the keys at home, I drove over to a neighboring county for breakfast at my favorite family restaurant, then headed to Tractor Supply to pick up some parts, followed by a quick stop at Food Lion for groceries. Driving my truck felt different too! Every time I pressed the clutch with my left foot, the chastity device between my legs became quite noticeable as it moved up and down, and I could feel its bulk whenever my legs came together. That sensation triggered another full but unrelieved erection—a unique feeling while driving on the highway. A few thoughts crossed my mind about what if there was a car accident, though most ER doctors probably see plenty of other “unusual” cases. It was easy to ignore any embarrassment since I am somewhat of an exhibitionist.
Back home again, I saw the Mailman doing his rounds. Soon after, I realized I had successfully finished my first 24 hours of self-imposed chastity! Later that afternoon, I dressed up appropriately to mingle with the county elite and attended a meeting of the Historical Society. I needed to give a short talk about finding a long-forgotten plantation and an unmarked slave cemetery which will likely interest UNC researchers. Standing at the podium pointing out the location on the map, I wondered if anyone could spot the slight bulge under my black dress pants. That thought brought on another full failed erection. Hope I didn’t turn red!