I woke at 8am in my hotel room. Most of the soreness in my groin had dissipated from the prior night. I began to toss and turn in my hotel bed, and started to get aroused by thought about being locked up in the CB-6000 for the flight back to New York. Since I couldn't get back to sleep, I started to stroke my still unencumbered shaft. I didn't know when I would get the chance to jack-off again, so I masturbated until I came. The orgasm wasn't great, but it did the trick. As I came, I felt sort of guilty for beating off.
Immediately after I shot my load, the sexual tension in me subsided, and my selfish side began to emerge. I began to have second thoughts about being put back into chastity. After all, it would be totally inconvenient, and what's in it for me, anyway? Luckily, the self-absorbed, little brat in me only lasted about 10-15 minuets.
As I contemplated losing the ability to pleasure myself, I started to get turned on all over again. I thought about going through the airport and onto the plane with the contraption on. The possibility of the metal detector going off (perhaps because I forgot to take out coins or something), resulting in a pat-down by some burly, straight TSA officer where he feels the apparatus attached to my cock and balls, requiring me to pull down my jeans and underwear behind a curtain, and having to explain to him that it's a chastity device. The image of him snickering at me sent my pituitary gland into hyper-drive.
By 9am I was in the shower, getting cleaned up for my next test of sexual deprivation at the hands of another man. I called Tieguy at 9:30am, the appointed time. He didn't answer. I called his cell and sent him a text message - still no response. I went down for coffee and yogurt. As I waited for him to call me back on my cell, it occurred to me that he might blow me off. I started getting a little nervous and dejected. I got back to my room at 10:15, and called his room again. Fortunately, he answered this time. I respectfully asked him to lock me up again, and he agreed. Feeling elated, I went down to his room with a CB-6000 in my hand and a smile on my face.
Initially, we talked about the plans for the confinement. We both agreed that it was best to start with short time periods, and slowly work up my endurance. We didn't have time for all the details then, but agreed to talk more about the general parameters when we when both in our respective cities.
Tieguy showed me how the CB-6000 works, and how to put it on. He offered to start me on the largest ring size, since I had a lot of chafing yesterday. He also used the largest spacer, that controls the distance between the ring and the cock cage. This is the space where the scrotal sack is positioned. If it's too big, it is possible to pull your balls through. If the ring is too big, I might be able to hank my shaft out of the top of cage. He allowed me to start in as much comfort as possible, and gradually work into tighter hardware. He used a piece of lady's pantyhose to pull my shaft into the cock cage. He told me to buy some at Duane Read when I got home, which is a head-trip in itself, but then he gave me a small piece of pantyhose to get started. Tieguy put a plastic numbered tag to lock it on (#442608), since anything metal might cause problems at the airport. Once the appliance was firmly attached to my genitalia, I felt a wave of pride and a little nervousness. I was dismissed and Tieguy promised to be in touch with me to check on my progress and discuss more detailed parameters on my new sexual restictions.
Back in my room, I snapped some pics before checking out of the hotel.
This was the first time that I had the CB-6000 (CB6k) on. I didn't realize that it would have different dimensions than the steel device that I wore the past two days. On the downside, it was wider, which required me to maintain a wider stance when sitting. Being plastic, it also is much lighter, which means that it is more comfortable and can be worn longer. However, it sticks out, more than down. This might be because it is lighter, whereas the weight of the steel device pulled my package down more. The sticking out aspect of the CB6k was surprising to me. At the hotel, no one was fazed by a bulge in my jeans, since there were tons of half naked boys running around. So, I wasn't aware how noticeable it was. But when I got to the airport, it was a different story.
I took a cab to the O'hare and after check-in with United, I went through security. I was extremely careful to remove all metal objects from my body. I went through with no problems. My TSA fantasy would have to wait.
As I walked to my gate, I soon began to realize a few people were looking at my crotch. I wondered it this was just paranoia on my part, so I started to look at my jeans in the various reflective surfaces of the terminal. Nothing was noticeable looking straight on, as I did at the full length mirror in my hotel room. However, if viewed from the side, there was a noticeable bulge in front. Standing still, the bulge might be taken for a fold of material, but when I walk the bulge doesn't move, revealing that there is something pushing out on my jeans in that area. My nervousness increased, and I began to wish that I had had the foresight to try on the CB6k before agreeing to be locked in it for an extended period of time in public.
I tried to calm myself down. Probably no one thinks it's a chastity device. If anything, it makes me look very well endowed or half hard. I realized that there was nothing I could about it, and its not like I knew these people anyway. I preceded to the gate, and United announced that the flight was going to be an hour delayed.
There was a cute guy in his late 20s sitting in the gate area, and he immediately noticed the bulge in my crotch and started to blatantly cruise me. I was going to cruise him back, but then remembered the predicament that my sex organs were in, and realized it would be pointless to try to pick him up. It started to sink in that I wasn't a totally free man anymore.
Since we were delayed for a while, the urge to pee set in after a diet coke. I thought it would be good to check my bulge in a real mirror anyway. As I had done with the steel device, I went into a stall in the men's room, lifted the lid, spread my legs, leaned over the toilet bowl as much as possible, and let my golden stream flow. I quickly discovered another difference between the two contraptions.
The CB6k had piss splashing everywhere - on the edge of the bowl and on the floor. It turned into a big mess. I was a little embarrassed and hoped no one would notice my botched urination. When I got to the mirror by the sink, I quickly forgot about the liquid in the stall. In the reflection, I saw that some of my piss had splattered on my jeans. There was a small, but very dark and damp spot at the base of crotch. It wasn't huge, but it was obvious that I had dribbled on my pants. My face turned red. Now I had three of my deviant sexual hot buttons pushed: chastity, humiliation and water sports. I virtual trifecta of my perversions. I started feeling the tightness of a constrained erection. I tried not to look at anyone as walked by the other passengers at the gate, and kept my carry-on in front of me at all times.
By the time the flight boarded, the wet spot in my jeans had faded somewhat. I quickly got my seat by the window. During the flight, decided to use the toilet on the plane. I was learning how not to spill on myself, but I still need improvement in restroom tidiness. I snapped a photo of my new friend and tormentor in the lavatory mirror.
I know that you are not going to believe this, but it's true. Just as I was about to take this picture, some guy opened the door to the restroom. I had locked the door, but the bolt was stuck and wouldn't lock completely. I instantly reached to close the door, and only saw part of the guy. I wasn't sure how much he saw since I was facing away from the door, but the idea of him seeing me take a photo of my chastity device in an airplane lavatory, mortified me. Could this flight get any better?
We landed at LGA, and the wet spot was gone, but I still noticed people looking at my groin. I quickly got my luggage and grabbed a cab to my apartment. Glad to be out of public areas, I relaxed a little and started to unpack.
I spent some time on the CB website that makes the device I am wearing. It turns out that they recently introduced a CB-6000S. The S is for small. The cock cage is only 2.5 inches long, instead of the regular 3.25 inches, which I have. I took some time to examine the gadget afixed to my penis. Unless I'm hard, my cock head doesn't reach into the helmut portion the end of the CB-6000. Even when I'm hard it maybe half fills the space. Reducing the length of the cock cage would make my it more comfortable when I sit down, and probably less visible in general. The company is closed until Tuesday, so I will decide what to do then.
I also spent time on other male chastity sites, trying to educate myself as much as I could on my new way of life. Many of the website were pornographic and I got very aroused. I was in my underwear by my computer, and found myself stroking the shaft of the cock cage. It had no stimulative effect on my penis, but is exactly what I would have normally with to my own dick while viewing web porn before my confinement. It reminded me of smokers who are trying to quit and smoke fake, plastic cigarettes so they have something to do with their hands.
I had a lot of pent up sexual energy after all that porn, and my customary outlet was closed. So, I decided to try running in Central Park with the new equipment and see how it performed. I put on the tightest jock I could find, to press the appliance as close into me as possible, in order to make it less discernible to others in the park. I run in the park often, but that day I seemed to have a ton of energy. I ended up running over 5 .5 miles at one of my best speeds. Normally, I would have jacked off in front of my computer when I got home from a trip, and then been too tired for exercise. I'm finding forced orgasm denial has its benefits.
After the run, I needed a shower. There are times when you can forget that you are wearing a chastity device, but showering isn't one of them. The appliance unavoidable; you look at and touch it. It literally sticks out in front of you, and water splashes off it. You carefully clean your new best friend and disciplinarian, because it has its jaws tightly gripped around your most precious asset. After my shower, I dried off and straightened up my apartment still naked. Every time I moved, the plastic number tag clinks against the cock cage. So, not only can I see and feel the instrument of my belittlement, but I can hear it too. It's a constant reminder of the new restricted status of my manhood.
After a 5 mile run my chastity unit was chafing me quite a bit, and I started to get sore. I put silicon lube in the inside of the cock cage using a Q-tip, and massaged some body lotion on my skin that touches the cock ring. It felt better, although much looser. I could see how someone might be able to escape. I half tried to pull it out, but I could not get my shaft and cock head more than half way up the cock cage.
Later that evening, I went out with friends to a gay bar called Therapy and got fairly drunk. My friends didn't notice my new helper, probably because the bar was quite dark. I got back to my place around 1:30am, and climbed into bed to experience the first night of real sexual deprivation. It was weird to wear the contraption to bed, and it took time to find a position comfortable for both of us.
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