Flatshare

I was looking for a house/flatshare and looked at many awful places before arriving at the one where Anne and Jayne lived.

We all got along as soon as the door opened.

I moved in a week later.

They were art students, and they were fascinated by me being an engineer. They didn’t behave like silly young girls, they were much more mature than that. That’s probably why we got along. I was 20 years older than them.

I love cooking, so it didn’t take long before I was wowing them with the meals I made. We would often cook and eat together. It was really fun.

Perhaps 3 or 4 months in, we started having regular movie nights where I would cook, or we’d get pizza, we’d watch a movie, and drink some great wine.

This one time, when it was I had seen before, but they hadn’t, I drank too much wine and fell asleep during the movie. I was totally passed out.

Anne and Jayne somehow managed to move me to my room and took off my shirt, socks, and my trousers, and rolled me into bed.

When I woke, I was fine, with no hangover. I just assumed I had gone to bed in a daze as I had in the past—no big deal.

I went about my day, showered, had breakfast, and worked. Anne came home first. She had a skip in her step, which was not unusual. She was chatty, asked how I felt, did I remember what happened last night, and just usual fun small talk.

An hour or so later, Jayne came home, too, we all chatted, and everything was normal.

The next day I looked for my chastity key but couldn’t find it. I had been self-locking for a few months to reduce masturbation as it was taking up far too much of my time, but I would jerk off more or less weekly just to stop the horny feelings from getting too much. I had been super busy so I hadn’t thought about sex much, but today was two weeks since I had masturbated, which was a bit too long.

I only had one key, having lost the other two, and this cage was attached to my piercing and was a well-designed custom device. I couldn’t pull out of it, and getting it off would require access to my tools, which were on the other side of the country.

I spent the day searching for it but failed. On the positive side, I did give my room a good spring clean and threw out a load of crap. I then moved on to the kitchen and the lounge, which also got a good cleaning.

I decided it was fine. I’ll find it in a few days. I just need to be more methodical.

Anne was the first one home, and she remarked on how tidy everything was.

Everything was normal.

A week went by, it was approaching the longest I had gone without an erection or an orgasm, and I was starting to get grumpy. We had a movie night, but I couldn’t focus. Both Anne and Jayne were wearing shorts and t-shirts without bras on, which wasn’t unusual, but I just couldn’t look at them without my cock wanting to strain in the cage.

Sleep was becoming difficult.

Another week went by. I was breaking my own chastity records, it had been 4 weeks since the cage was locked on. I was so horny that it was beginning to affect my work.

Anna and Jayne seemed to be getting sexier and more flirty by the day. I considered flying back to use my tools to get this thing off or buying a dremel and cutting it off, but it was a very expensive custom cage that I waited 10 months for, so I didn’t want to destroy it.

A couple of days later and we’re all in the kitchen. I’m chopping something, Anne is washing up, and Jayne is stirring.

“Hey, have either of you seen a small key around?” I asked.

They both looked at me, looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

Anne said, “Yes, we know what it is, and we know why you want it, but we want you to explain it and then ask nicely for the key.”

I could feel my face turn the brightest red, and my cheeks felt like they were on fire. I could also feel my cock pushing against the cage.

They knew my cock was in a cage, and they knew I hadn’t masturbated or cum in weeks, at least, and they had been purposefully teasing me.

“Please give it back. I need it,” I said to Anne. She smiled and repeated what she said, but added, “Don’t make me ask again otherwise, there will be consequences”, and they both giggled.

“Okay,” I said, “the key is for a male chastity cage. I use it to help reduce my masturbation as in the past, I had a bit of a problem with masturbating too much. I was taking it off every week or so to masturbate, but now it’s a month, the longest I have ever gone. So please give it back.”

“Ewww” said Jayne, “that’s nasty. Guys shouldn’t jerk off. You should be saving yourself for a beautiful woman.”, and they both giggled again.

“Absolutely,” said Anne, “guys shouldn’t masturbate at all. I think we should keep your key for now, just to see what happens.”

I had a bit of an outburst, I demanded the key back. But they were adamant that it was better this way and that it would be fun for us all.

Anne said she had done some research about male chastity and that she thought I should stay caged until I find a relationship. She asked if I had had the cage for long, and I said yes, a couple of years. She asked me if hygiene was a problem, and I said no, but the longest I had previously managed was around 3 weeks until now.

Anne and Jayne whispered to each other before Jayne said, “We’ve made a decision. We want to help you to kick your masturbation habit, so we have decided that we’ll keep your key and be your joint keyholder. Let’s talk about it next month.”

Anne added, “Don’t bother looking for the key, it’s not here.”

Of course, I protested but Anne again warned me, “If you ask about it until we are ready we’re going to extend the time.”

The next month dragged on so slowly at times, I thought the time had stopped or was going in reverse.

We didn’t discuss chastity. I would try to bring it up, and I was told to wait. We’ll discuss it soon, and if I persisted, they would add another month. They were very fair.

The girls seemed to wear less and less, sit closer to me when eating or watching TV, bump into me more in the kitchen, and I swear they even started leaving the bathroom door open when showering.

I genuinely felt like I was going insane with horny. The feelings associated with being denied for two months, not even being able to get an erection, are difficult to explain, somewhere between a maddening itch that you cannot scratch and a beautiful feeling of being constantly on the brink of an explosive orgasm.

One day, Anne left me a note to say that tonight we’ll all get together after dinner to discuss the chastity key. My cock swelled in the cage, I nearly came right there.

Evening came, and we were making dinner, but all I could think of was getting the key back and masturbating myself into an orgasmic coma. Both of them wore the tiniest shorts and crop tops and were constantly touching me and touching each other, saying harmless but flirty things. They must have been doing it on purpose.

I couldn’t stand it. I asked about the key, did they have it, and when could I have it back.

Anne looked at Jayne, and then me, and said “Oh dear, you’ve done it now.”

“You know the rules. No discussing it until the allotted time. Now you’ll have to wait another month, buster.” They both burst out laughing.

I must have looked like a kicked puppy.

“Please, girls, please, it’s been almost two months since I last masturbated or even had an erection. I NEED to have an erection and masturbate. I need it so badly. Please...”

Jayne interrupted me, “We’ve been doing some reading, and there is no need for men to have erections or orgasms, and you can go without indefinitely.”

Anne continued, “Plus, we’re really enjoying it. Whilst you have been a little grouchy from time to time, knowing that you can’t get an erection or jerk off to us has made us feel much more comfortable around you.”

“Because you broke the rules, the cage stays on for another month. If you continue behaving this way, another month will be added.”

I complained that my last erection and orgasm was almost two months ago and that another month would make it three months. I said I thought I would go insane, but they both reassured me that they had done their research, that they were confident nothing bad would happen and that I’d get used to it soon enough.”

“Besides, three months without erections and ejaculations can’t be that hard, we manage it,” Jayne said, and they both laughed.

With that, we finished making dinner and resumed our evening.

They got flirtier.

Anne was having a shower and called me to fetch a towel from her room. I got it and handed it to her through the open door, but she opened the door wider, grabbed the towel, and thanked me, naked and dripping wet, just out of sight. She smiled as she did it.


One day, I can’t remember when, I woke up at my normal time, and Jayne was in a bra and pants in the kitchen when I went to make my morning coffee. I said I was sorry to burst in on her, and she said, “It’s fine because you are caged”, and then giggled. My cock bulged in the cage. As she walked passed she said, “Does it make you horny, chastity boy?”. I didn’t answer. I went back to my room and sulked for a while.

There were many similar instances, and they got more frequent.

The next “discussion” time was approaching, and I had been locked continuously for three months, unable to wrap my hands around my erect penis, unable to enjoy the bliss of an orgasm.

Discussion day started normally, I woke up, showered, had breakfast, work. The girls were out when I woke up and didn’t come home until almost dinner time. They brought pizza and beer. We sat at the table and enjoyed dinner, chatted about our individual days etc. They didn’t mention the key or the cage.

Hours went by, and I was getting tired. They were sitting on the sofa watching some puerile gameshow nonsense. I sat in the middle of them both and put my feet on the coffee table, with a big exhale and watched the show for a while. Anne put her feet on the table too, and Jayne put her feet on my legs, just above my knees.

That was a trigger.

I thought I would explode, so I blurted out, “When are we going to talk about the chastity key?”

Anne switched the TV off, took her feet off the table and turned to look at me. Quite sternly, she said, “You should know better than to mention it. You know what happened last time, right?”

“Yes, I’m sorry,” I said, “But today was the day, and nothing was mentioned, and it’s late. I was hoping for a release tonight to get a good sleep.”

“This means we’re going to have the next discussion two months from now, which means you’ll have been denied erections and orgasms, and denied access to your penis for five months,” said Jayne, “Anne wanted to add three months, but I said it was too much.”

“I’d still like to add three months, so bear that in mind,” added Anna.

“No, please, I beg you, please, I need some relief, I need some sexual contact, I am desperate, I need an erection and an orgasm, please,” I said, almost in tears.

“Let’s discuss it in a couple more months. If there is anything more from you tonight, then we’ll double it and make it four more months”.

I sat back on the sofa, shocked. Jayne wiggled her feet around, I looked at her, and she smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry chasty, you’ll get to play with your little dick in a couple of months if you behave”, and then she started moving her foot up my leg towards my crotch. I could feel my cock trying to get hard.

I stood up and said goodnight, and left for my room.

I lay awake for quite some time contemplating what to do. On the one hand, I could fly home and get this cage off in a few hours, but I’ll have to go through security and will get an embarrassing pat down. On the other hand, I am living the dream, I had fantasised about this scenario, and I had done three months so far. I did feel as though the insane horny feelings were becoming tolerable. Another two months won’t be too difficult.

So I decided to leave it on and continue with it. I was also intrigued about what will happen. It was hot to be locked by these two beautiful young women.

The next day I woke up to music and clanking coming from the kitchen. I put on baggy pants and a T-shirt and wandered out to see what was happening.

Anne and Jayne were in nothing but their panties, dancing around while making breakfast.

My mind raced, and my cock tried to get hard as their butts and boobs wiggled and jiggled to the music. As they saw me, they stopped and giggled at me a little.

Anne asked, “Is your cock trying to get hard?” as she grabbed Jayne’s hips and fake-humper against her round butt.

“Yes,” I said, “very much so. It’s unbearable. So what’s all this about?”

“Since you are caged for us and can’t even get so much of an erection in the cage, we’ve decided that you might appreciate some extra teasing. It will be fun, we’ll all enjoy it, and in a couple of months, it will come to an end anyway.” Jayne replied.

I was so horny, so desperate to masturbate, that I just stared at them both giggling, smiling, wriggling, and touching each other. I genuinely thought my mind had stopped working.

I went to the bathroom to start my day, brushed my teeth and hopped into the shower. Just as I soaped up, they both came in.

“We thought it was time you showed us your little locked cock”, said Anne, “Yeah, c’mon, we want to see it. We’re super excited.” giggled Jayne.

My poor mind was so horny, but I also thought it was incredibly hot. There I was, naked in the shower, and my two hot keyholder flatmates were there too, in just their panties. Fuck, I wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain any more.

I rinsed the soap off, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and was about to start drying myself when they both came over. Jayne got on her knees and held my balls while Anne said, “That looks so tight. I have never seen one in real life,” before adding, “a cock cage, that is.” Jayne asked if it hurt. I said mostly only when my body tries to get an erection and that the morning boners were the worst, but they are getting less and less. She said that was a good sign.

She asked what it takes to make it hard during the day. I said sometimes I watch porn, and it made me hard.

She looked up at me, her face a few inches from my caged cock and my balls in her hand, when I noticed her other hand was in her panties, moving around.

Anne said, “We’d like to see it try to get hard,” as she removed her panties, moved closer to me, grabbed my hand, and started using my hand against her pussy while kissing my neck.

Jayne started kissing my cage whilst Anne whispered in my ear, “We love having you caged, we love denying your erections and orgasms, we love knowing you can’t get hard or masturbate.”

I was in a daze, feeling Jayne's hand around my balls and her lips kissing the parts of my cock trying to push through the cage, feeling Anne’s breath and lips on my neck and her soft plump pussy against my hand…it was all getting too much.

It was too much.

The next moment I woke with a massive caged erection attempt and a deep desire to masturbate. “Fuck, I am fantasising about Anne and Jayne. FFS, I need out of this cage so I can jerk off and clear my head,” I thought as I reached for the chastity key on the bedside table.

It was gone. I had a mild panic for a moment. My mind raced.

I could hear music from the kitchen. Anne and Jayne sounded like they were dancing around and singing as they made breakfast.

Fuck, what happened last night…

 

haha, for a minute I thought I had posted it in the wrong forum.

 

You should. Sometimes, when I get ridiculously horny, I will write a fantasy. It's often a useful distraction.

Like with orgasm, you are confused about the difference between "need" and "want"

 

Me too

 

hehe, mission accomplished