Future chastity

Author: Huggiemonster
Title: Future chastity
Date: 23 December 2013

It was 2050, a future where earth had reached its population limit at 8 billion. Food was scarce and much of the habitable land was used for farming just to sustain the population. With the earth at breaking point, the worlds governments had to do something.


Many ideas were discussed, an upper age limit, raising ages of consent, the old 20th century one child policy of China. But who wanted to loose a healthy grandma, ages of consent were often ignored and no one wanted to enforce a one child policy. Forced sterilization of males after they had a child was considered but until now no one had been able to do this without causing longer term issues in the gene pool.


The solution in the end was to ban reproductive sex, but the governments knew this would never work. No, they had tried banning things with drugs, smoking, drink driving, murder. Facts had to be faced, people couldn't stop themselves doing stupid things. Especially when it came to sex.

 And so came the rule of enforced male chastity. All males from the age of their first erection would be kept permanently locked up. Parents would introduce their children to their "training" pants and then on their 16th birthday teens could, if their parents wished, visit to have a belt fitted, which was chosen by their parents. At age, 18 all males would report once a year for a health screening and to have a new device fitted, where they could choose their own.


At this time, alone inside of the fitting machines, heavily restrained so that they wouldn't escape whilst unlocked or try and hide their “output” the male would be allowed to masturbate and to relieve himself. After the allotted hour his free arms were restrained, the system hosed away the last hours work and then scanned the male before 3D printing a custom fit device to him.


Naturally people had wanted control over their devices. What had started as a protest about freedoms and human rights had been battered down to "we want to choose the colour and design". The result was 3 styles of device, comfort, regular and punitive, each graded from 1-5. The comfort level 1 was the most popular, minimal material and no nasty surprises. It was refreshed annually and did its job, and apart from the dull ache or not being able to relieve themselves, was as comfortable as the name suggested. 


Punitive devices were made available to the public to choose, but no one chose them. They were used for prisoners or people who had tried to escape their comfort devices. During the fitting of these no masturbation was allowed, the device covered all of the males genitals and as the levels progressed so did the severity and roughness of the inside of the device. It was said these were lined with spikes and electrodes which could be turned on by prison guards, and that the level 5 device was designed for 3 years of constant wear. It sounded truly horrific, but the courts had never sentenced anyone to wear anything above a level 3 for a year. And most people never saw one.

But there was a final problem. The original law was lobbied by everyone. Human rights groups, charities, even christian groups who said it would lead to weird sex acts and domestic violence from aroused males. Everyone was outraged.
Except for the gay community. Some argued this was just because the belts themselves were a weird sex act and that they would enjoy them. But they raised no arguments about the proposed laws as they progressed through parliament and became law. And then as one, the entire community refused outright to report to have the devices fitted. They argued that the original law was solely to prevent reproductive sex and that on no accounts did they do such things. Their sex was purely recreational, they could not be forced into the devices.


The legal battle was immense. Whilst it raged on many men were forced into the belts after brief dismissive trials, with many sentenced to a year in the level 1 belts as a punishment for their failure to comply sooner. But in the end, the courts found that the original law was flawed. But they could not allow all males to simply declare themselves to be gay and create an accidental loophole. A technical solution was found, a chip installed in each belt or individuals who declared themselves to be homosexuals. When it detected another homosexual in the same room, it would allow the device to pop open and for the males to interact. If a person not wearing a device was detected, or a person with no chip, it considered this was a female or a non gay male and the device stayed closed.

The system was fundamentally flawed, as it still did not allow single males to masturbate, and it allowed for artificial insemination if an individual played with himself and used the sperm after. But the courts over looked this, instead imposing harsh terms in punitive belts for anyone found to be tampering with the system or for women who became pregnant outside of the allowed times when their partners were meant to be unlocked. 


Mike was one of the individuals, originally spoken of by the church, who didn't mind wearing the belt. He had always been gay and his partner took great pleasure in ignoring the belts ability to be opened and keeping the device locked whilst the mounted him, leaving him locked up for weeks on end until he leaked pre-cum, at which time he would then punishing him for this "unauthorized orgasm". It was a game, with Mike being an owned slave, and whenever he whined or complained or begged to be released he was threatened with longer period locked, or with being told to select a stricter cage next time the belt was replaced. 


One year just as Mikes belt was up for renewal, his owner came up with a suggestion. That Mike allow him to choose his belt for the next year. Everyone was able to make the selection in advance, it allowed people to make the choice with a cool head rather than after an hour of masturbating, Which had lead to some very uncomfortable years locked up as people flush in the post orgasm glow decided to up the ante for next year. Mikes partner however asked after he had been locked for 2 months solid for a minor disobedience, and offered him the chance to cum now IF he was able to make the choice for him. In a fog of arousal and with aching full balls, Mike agreed.

And so on the day of his screening, already horny from being kept locked for 2 weeks for "misbehaving" Mike went to the health centre. He was checked over, given the standard medical exam by a Dr who had him strip down to just his chastity belt and then proceed to poke him, prod him and fondle his balls in a rather abrupt and entirely un-sexual fashion before grunting that his balls felt softer than most peoples. Clearly 2 months didn't leave you as full as the usual annual orgasms endured by other patients.

After the overly intimate exam he was taken into one of the printing chambers by an orderly. Mike stood in front of a metal plate the size of a door with a hole for his rump and waist to pass through so the printer could access his bits. The plate had a slight indent of a human outline recessed in it which mike slid into and the orderly began to strap him into the plate starting at the ankles, up the legs, finishing with his head. His arms remained free ready for his hours worth of free time.

The orderly gave the belts one last check and left. Mike didn't reach for himself straight away. He was still locked for a start and the rules were that you keep your arms beside you until after the intro and selection was confirmed. The system beeped in front of him a profile of him appearing on the screen. The system whirred for a second as Mike scanned the info. As he read down he noticed the age was wrong. 16? What the... as he read two sturdy metal cuffs rolled out of the table and clamped his arms into the recesses.

The computer screen flashed a new page up "Due to your age, consent of this procedure has been limited. A decision upon your choice of belts has been made by your parent or guardian. User interaction of this procedure has been revoked" what? He couldn't change anything now. The systems usually allowed final changes and user commands. But as he was a "minor" he didn't get that choice. Whatever his partner had chosen was fixed.

The screen changed again "parental consent has been obtained for the use of a correction belt. Your parent or guardian has selected a level 2 belt. Systems show you are not currently an active prisoner. Control of this belt with vest with your registered guardian" he was going to be put into a punishment belt. Jeez. That wasn't what he thought might happen. At worst he might have got a slightly stricter device but that was insane!

The schematics for the belt flashed up before him. It covered everything, like a pair of solid plastic y fronts, except for a rear access hole. His penis would be in a loose tube, unlike the Comfort devices which prevented any growth. But the inside of this tube was not smooth. It was lined with soft little points and edges. The extra room meant that he could grow semi erect, at which point the little points would punish him.

The belt also had some small electrical contact points around the balls. The schematic noted that a remote was provided to his "parents" for corrective action as they saw fit. His boyfriend would have him locked, unable to become aroused and able to punish him literally at the touch of a button!

The schematic disappeared. Mike struggled and tried to pull the arm restraints free. He tried shouting. It was pointless. The rooms were sound proofed for a reason. Of course, they printed actual prisoners in this thing too. No doubt if you were going into a level 5 for 3 years you might make a fuss. He was screwed.
The next screen was terrifying.

"Individuals sentences to wear corrective devices are not permitted annual masturbation. Your parent or guardian has selected that you receive a spanking in this time instead" there was a soft pressure on his backside. A wide wooden paddle hissed into place, testing where his backside was. With a pneumatic hiss it disappeared and then slapped down on his bare backside pushing him out towards the straps.

It all happened so fast. A timer appeared on the screen showing the same hour that he would usually be allowed to masturbate in. The paddle swiped back against him again causing Mikes butt to ripple. A third spank. It had been a whole 10 seconds. The machine proceeded to whack his butt every 5 seconds for the next hour, keeping the same pace and pressure. Each spank alone wasn't so bad. But with all of them combined and with the constant rate the pain started to build. Mikes butt was red and after 10 minutes felt bruised. Each spank elicited a whine and another yelp of pain.

By the half hour mark he wasn't supporting his own weight. He was slumped forward held upright just by the restraints. He couldn't even whimper anymore. Endorphin had flushed his body of all strength and he could barely even focus on the counter. It was almost fun, like the euphoria from taking drugs. The spanking was a distant thud, like it was on someone else's behind.

At 45 minutes Mikes breathing was slow and calm. His rump was ruined, he wasn't going to sit for a week or 2 at this rate. But he didn't care. The endorphin and constant pain kept him on a high. As the computer beeped for the last time and slid the paddle away the machine finally deployed the cutter to remove the old chastity device. Mike bare noticed. He was in a world of his own. The old belt fell to the floor and in his limp and almost drugged state Mike couldn't even manage the most minor of erections.

The computer rinsed him off in its usual way, even though he hadn't cum and then a laser grid appeared, measured him up and with a whir the printing started. It looked like an old inkjet. Although with every pass from his waist his down another mm of Mikes crotch disappeared under the newly spooled shiny black material. The printer manipulated his soft genitals to reach beneath them and ensured that his cock and balls were each encased separately and the printer reached around behind him, creating a full solid waist to ensure nothing could move. The hard plastic was printed above his hip bones preventing the belt from being pulled down and as the printer head spooled around his balls a metal conductive ring was slipped in. The same happened at the end of his penis around the head. The electrodes.

Mike was with it just in time for the printing to finish and the machine to beep and show a live camera of this finished punishment pants. They were a shiny black all over, tight and allowing no movement or access. The screen changed to state "testing" before delivering a nasty shock through the electrodes. Mike jolted in the straps and screamed at the pain, surprise and just downright brutality of it. It wasn't needed. But there it was. And his partner had the remote.
The screen showed the final screen of notices.

-This belt will remain for one year.
-Tampering with your belt is a criminal offence. Belts believe to be tampered with are subject to additional penalty. Belt level will be increased by 2 for the following period.
- Punishment belts are activated at the discretion of the remote holder.
-Punishment belts cannot be unlocked even for homosexual intercourse.

Wait... this was permanent. He couldn't be let out by his owner either? He had to do a year in this thing, with the spikes and the electrodes, and if he removed it or fiddled it he got a year... oh god. A year at level 4? No one had ever got that. Oh Jesus he was screwed. He started sobbing just as the machine released his hands. Mike grasped the belt in disbelief just as the orderly walked in and inspected the fit. "Get your hands off it you little shit. Maybe you will learn your bloody lesson ready for next year"

Mike balked. He was being treated like a criminal.. The orderly had no idea what was going on so unstrapped him roughly pulled him out of the table then tossed him a rubberized gown and told him to put it on and fuck off back to the changing rooms. He did as he was told. Along the way he saw other peoples belts. No one else's was black. And no one else's backsides were bruised. He had been marked. He tried to dress quickly and hide it but people saw. They stopped and whispered, pointing. He was an example now of what happened with the corrected devices and he felt low. Low and humiliated. And... oh god he was getting hard. As he pulled his cotton pants over the belt his penis pushed itself against the spiked inner tube. He almost lost balance with the pain and whined. Oh god he was going to die. The pain was excruciating. Not like the padding that got better. This was just a biting spear like pain in his most intimate parts. And it didn't stop. Mike fell to the floor of the changing rooms clutching his crotch. No one helped. They were ashamed to be seen to be kind to someone in a black belt.

The pain subsided as his erection finally gave up and Mike staggered back to his feet. He put the rest of his cloths on and walked out. He knew the rules. There was no appealing this, the changing room exited to the street to save you being able to shout at anyone and they didn't accept appeals. God knows why the system thought he was 16 but his partner had filled in the forms. Perhaps this was deliberate.

The ride home was hell. He couldn't sit down and had to stand all the way. His butt was a dull aching mess and the belt was tight everywhere except his penis, which now felt weird compared to his usual belt.

When he arrived home his partner was there. Remote in hand. Mike went to try and shout at him, the anger and frustration and the shame of the day bubbling over. But he didn't get that far. His partner pressed the remote and Mike collapsed to the floor screaming.

"My little prison boy like his new pants huh?" The echo of his own scream rang in Mikes ears and he shook his head. "Good. They would hardly be corrective if you enjoyed them now would they! You've been misbehaving so much lately and asking to cum, I though you might want to see what everyone else has to put up with. Sadly" He said sadly with a sarcastic tone "Only those punishment briefs actually keep you locked forever, all of the others gave you false hope and let you out to play. Its a shame, but I do like the remote controlled boy option. Someones going to be my good little prisoner for a year, isn't he"

Mike looked horrified but nodded rapidly as his partners finger edged over the remote. As he nodded he felt himself start to expand inside of the tube again, the thought of a year like this, helpless and controlled, punished for every erection was making him hard inside of the spiked tube. He screamed again as he finally reached the pointy edges of the tube.

"Good boy".