Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2023 10:52:31 -0700 From: Dom Daddy Subject: Dom Daddy in Chastity - 1 Because everyone on the apps keeps asking me about the relatively long-ish story of why my dick's in a cage and why I cannot remove it, I thought I'd share the details here on nifty and contribute to a site I have read quite often. If you like this story, and want to see more, let me know. I always welcome feedback, positive or negative. --- Ever since my kid was born, my wife has lost interest in sex. Tyler had a regular babysitter who would pick him up from school and hang out with him until we got home from work. When Tyler was about 7 years old the babysitter started blowing me on the regular. (We'll talk about that in another story. We're sticking with the chastity cage for this one.) This went on for a few years until he transferred to a four year school from the local community college. Fast forward more than a few years and Tyler started to have his friends over for sleep-overs. He has one friend that's like his token gay friend. I am pretty sure he has a crush on my kid. On one occasion they were sleeping out back in a tent. One night I went out to check on them. I could hear my kid say in a hushed voice, "Dude! I'm not like that. Stop trying to touch me and go to sleep." Anyway, more time passes and they get older and more sleep-overs happen. I would be sitting on the couch late at night window shopping on the apps or looking at porn and I kept noticing the friend coming out for drinks of water or whatever. He would slowly pass the windowed doors that separated the TV room from the rest of the house. I knew what he was doing so I got brave; I would softly rub myself through my basketball shorts as I paid attention to my phone and pretended not to notice him. The moment I would start to look up he bolted. Every sleepover I got a little more brave. Eventually I made sure that my hard cock was very visible through my shorts when he walked by. I quickly looked up and he didn't even notice as his eyes were burning a hole in my shorts. The tent in his sweatpants betrayed the fact that he was clearly turned on. I said "Hey! C'mere!" in the loudest hushed voice I had. He came and sat down on the couch. "Having a hard time sleeping?" I asked. "Everyone else always falls asleep too early." was his reply. Then I got really brave: "You wanna touch it?" His hand reached out, but I stopped him. "Just a second." I turned off the lights and TV so that it was pretty dark. "I would hate for anyone to accidentally see this." I pulled my basketball shorts down and hooked them under my balls. I grabbed his hand and placed it around my 7.5" long and fairly thick cock. He whimpered and I shot a massive globe of precum all over his hand. His other hand went predictably to his own cock. He shot a load inside his sweatpants almost immediately. He got scared and quickly made his way back to my son's room. This happened a couple more times. I was left to jerk myself off and he was left with a load in his pants. But then I got wise. When his hand went for his own dick I told him "No. You can't touch yourself. Drop your pants to your ankles and get on your knees in front of me. Put both of your hands on my knees and don't move them." I proceeded to jack off in front of him. His adorable face transfixed on my cock and balls. When I saw him lick his lips (out of either lust or nervousness I'll never know) I asked him if he wanted to taste it. He nodded and moved his tongue closer. That's when one of his hands headed for his own dick again. "STOP! Put your hand back." I was determined to finish before he did this time. By this time there was a LOT of precum all over my cock and balls. (I have a tendency to leak like a broken faucet.) The moment his tongue hit the underside of my cock, another large squirt of precum hit him in the forehead. I wasn't alone as he was leaving a large amount of his own on my feet, rubbing it back and forth a little on them. "You like being told what to do by Daddy, don't you?" The head of my cock now firmly in his mouth, he nodded yes. "Just hold your head there. Don't move." I grabbed the thickest part of my cock and began stroking it. I didn't warn him. I didn't ask him. I just shot my load in his mouth. He choked a little and my cock slipped from his mouth. Without touching himself, he immediately shot his load all over my floor. "Clean up and get back to bed before someone notices you're gone." Some months had passed and he was becoming quite the accomplished cocksucker. He loved it when I would call him names and put him in his place. One night he texted me out of the blue. He wanted to meet up. He wanted to see how much he could take. He wanted me to really work over his throat. I tried to tell him that it was a bad night but he was too horny. So I told him to meet me in my backyard. I was going to give him what he wanted I didn't hold back. "On your knees againstthe wall faggot. Hands above your head. Open that throat." I held his wrists together against the wall and aimed my cock at his throat. I didn't allow him to adjust. I pushed as deep and hard as I could. "Listen to my little queer choke on my cock. I bet you lay in bed wishing Tyler would do this to you, don't you?" His throat bulged and his eyes watered. He pleaded with me, "Please daddy... no more." I could tell he didn't mean it when he included the word "daddy". "You'll swallow all of this and you'll be thankful for it. You fags were born to be throat pussies." His attempts at yelling around my cock as I dumped my load down his throat could clearly be heard on the video my wife was showing me. I had forgotten to turn off the backyard camera. She wasn't so much hurt as she was angry. She said she was worried about Tyler and what I would do to him. I protested saying she didn't know the whole story. I'm not a predator! I didn't bring up the more than a decade of no sex from her. I didn't want to make things worse. She demanded counseling with our pastor. I had long since stopped believing in god but I didn't want our whole life to be utterly destroyed and the embarrassment that would come to Tyler had this gotten out so I agreed to counseling. After a couple of sessions our pastor had made a bizarre suggestion. He said that he had learned chastity devices were quite effective at promoting faithfulness in a biblical marriage. He said he's recommended them several times and they have always been successful. Again I protested but gave in once my wife started to call a lawyer right from his office. So it's been about a year since this thing has been latched against my dick with mixed success in its effectiveness at keeping me "faithful". It will probably be there for at least the next year until Tyler heads off to college. In reality it just changed how I engaged with guys. But that's a whole different series of stories I will tell another time. Tyler's token gay friend is not allowed over anymore.