Weekday evenings I often talk to my oldest and best friend, Del. We've known each other since parochial school, we lived together in college, and we've kept track in all the years since. There's not much that we don't know about each other. So I told him about my recent interest in chastity. Now Del is no stranger to kink and he's one of the most sexual beings I know, but chastity is something that makes no sense to him. However, if chastity hits the spot with me, it's fine with him, and he takes an anthropologist's interest in all things sexual with us naked apes. Last night Del told me that he brought up male chastity in his favorite neighborhood bar and his bar buddies' jaws dropped. Del might not want chastity for himself, but he knew about it. For these guys, though, chastity wasn't on any map they had. They kept insisting that Del was putting them on. They didn't want to believe it, but they had lost too many bar bets to Del to persevere.