Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2023 11:05:24 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Confessing to father fred (part 6c - adult youth) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. If you like this story, here are some of my other recent stories https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boys-bordello/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/taming-the-anaconda https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-very-gifted-boy/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/doctor-tom/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/camping/tenting-with-sammy/ **** ************************************************ *** **** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com *** "Benji?" Dad called from downstairs. "Yeah?" I called back as I was getting ready for bed. "Come into the lounge, please. We need to talk." I felt in the pit of my stomach that this would be bad, but I couldn't think of anything I had done recently to get in trouble for. I had stupidly hoped Dad had forgotten about seeing me on video at school after he, Father Fred, and many others had watched me expose myself for all to see. My ears were still burning red with embarrassment days after they all saw me say and do those things, having had my dad watch me and see and hear my most intimate secrets. I had hoped he would pretend it hadn't happened, but he had called me from my bedroom to the lounge, which usually meant a serious talking to. "What is it, Dad?" "Take a seat, Benji." I nervously sat from him. I didn't feel like I was in trouble this time, but given recent events, I knew this would be just as hard. "Right. How long has this been going on? Between you and Mr Brown?" "You mean the video, Dad? That's the only one." "Don't tell lies, Benji. I don't just mean the video. How long have you both been..." "Oh, um, only a little while, honest. Father Fred introduced him to me. Only since I started getting home a bit later from school." I squirmed in my seat. I still didn't know how Dad felt about all this. He knew about Father Fred and me, but Mr Brown was new, and Dad was still wrestling with the idea of me being with men. Devoutly religious, Dad trusted Father Fred completely, even though he wasn't entirely comfortable with what was happening. He accepted Father Fred but was having trouble accepting my being with Mr Brown and Father George as well. "While I don't agree with everything Father Fred is doing, I suspect he knows best. And how long has he been restricting your, er, habits." I blushed beet red again. Dad had once never caught me jerking off, but he must know I did it. Or at least that I used to. "Last Sunday. I got to do it when Father Fred took me to that conference. But not since then." "Just over a week, then? That must be difficult at your age." "Yeah..." I wanted to shrivel up and die. Talking with Dad about this stuff was so awkward. As he was family, I didn't feel for him like I did other men, and talking about such personal things felt dirty. Just knowing he knew that I jerked off felt weird. "I see," Dad continued. "While I don't fully understand why Father Fred is putting you through this, I trust his teachings, and because I don't want you to disappoint him, I bought you something. Here..." Dad passed me what looked like a small metal cage. A ring about 1 inch in diameter was attached to some curved steel rods about an inch long and a hole for a padlock to go through. "What is this?" "It is called a chastity cage. I was a boy your age once, and I can't be cleaning the sheets of your emissions every morning. You are to wear this when you go to bed every night. This device will ensure you cannot get an erection at night and hopefully prevent accidental ejaculation in your sleep." My face turned from red to sheet white. The contraption made sense now. The ring part would fit snugly around my balls, and my dick would squeeze into the tiny caged end and be closed shut. It would be a tight squeeze, ensuring my penis couldn't get hard, even if I wanted it to. An uncontrolled tear ran down my face. "Will I ever get to cum again?" I croaked. "Father Fred will determine that. I'm just making sure to do my part." "But he is away!" "Then you will have to wait until his return. Now, I'll let you pop it on, and then I'll lock it shut." "Can...can I just jerk off once first? We don't have to tell anyone. Please, Dad?" "And let Father Fred's down? Certainly not. Come on now, chop chop." Once upon a time, I would have baulked at the thought of getting my dick out in front of my dad, the one solace being that he had already seen everything on TV recently. I whimpered like a weak puppy, pushing my boxers down and showing him my semi-hard dick. It seemed like it was always at least half hard these days, constantly in a state of alert but never given a chance to cum like it used to. I fed my balls through the smaller rubber ring and tightened it firmly, ensuring I could not get it off once clipped shut. Then I tried to push my penis into the cage part when I encountered a bit of trouble. "The cage is too little, " I complained. "Nonsense. It's a perfect size. You need to make yourself go down." "I don't think I can!" "If you don't, I will come over there and do it for you!" "Noo!" I rallied my efforts to stuff my cock into the small compartment, mortified at the thought of my dad touching me. The threat of Dad touching me made my penis shrivel just enough, a clear dribble of precum to ooze from my tip. My cock leakage turned out to be a blessing in disguise; as shameful as it was to be leaking dick juice in front of my dad, it helped make things more slippery and to squeeze myself into the tiny space. "Don't let any of that stuff get on the floor." Seeing my bits secured away, Dad came over to apply the padlock. He tightened the ring at the base of my nuts even further, causing them to bulge out in front, before slipping a steel rod through at the bottom and closing it all off with the hinge under my balls. I outwardly let out a sob. I wasn't upset or anything, but the thought of not being able to cum was daunting. Dad would watch me at home, Mr Brown at school, and sometimes Father George or Father Fred on weekends. My balls felt full ALL the time; this was beyond blue balls. "You are to come and see me every night before bed to put it on. I will speak with Mr Brown to let him know as well." I went to pull my boxers up, but my dad stopped me. "No boxers either. I need to be able to check on your condition when you sleep. At bedtime, you will still strip naked and come and find me to fasten this to you. In the morning, you will shower with it on, have breakfast, and then I will remove it before you go to school." Tears were streaming down my face now, but I nodded in agreement. Dad reached down and coupled my scrotum; the cool skin of his hands was refreshing. He gently squeezed me, my balls tingling, but unable to respond to his touch. "You make me proud, son, you know that? Father Fred sees something special in you. You're very lucky." "I don't feel lucky. Everyone else gets to cum but me." "You will understand one day, Benji. I'm sure Father Fred is teaching you a valuable lesson." **** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ***