More chastity than he bargained for

Author: Huggiemonster
Title: More chastity than he bargained for
Date: 13 February 2012

It certainly wasn't meant to have been this hard. He had read all of the blogs online and all of the experience project stories and all of the forums. People in chastity really never mentioned all of these problems. Sure you got the horny 20 some-thing’s who hadn't cum in 3 days and felt like the whole world was against them, who within 24 hours of being locked up were on Twitter shouting "I'm so Fing HORNY" every 3 minutes and begging to be allowed to cum. But the old hands, the guys who were reaching out to the months on chastity, they never moaned or complained about the fact that a pair of tight pants could push on your sensitive balls so much that walking could be painful. There was clearly a point where they realised people would stop caring about the poor sub who hadn't cum since Christmas when it was November, or the people claiming to have reached the 9 month mark sans orgasm were lying.

He certainly wanted to tell everyone about the state of his balls. About how everything, sexual and not, made him horny. About how he hadn't had a full nights sleep in a month, because after the first 3 months he had been woken every night by wet dreams, and every morning the affectionately named "alarm cock", the ever active morning wood which forced his penis to fill the metal tube in which it resided, the swollen member seeming to have forgotten that this would be both painful and futile.

He wanted the world to know. But he dare not tell them anything. He was hoping they had all forgotten by now. if he reminded them of his predicament they would make it worse. They always did. That was the "joy" of the Internet, and of the Carlilock website. It allowed guilt free torment, to abuse a person from afar and to never see the anguish it caused. It was almost a game, and everyone who played on the site did the same thing, they used their account to make other users suffer, and in return they were left locked for longer. If it wasn't for the users setting a time limit they would never escape. The site wasn't designed to do that. But Huggie hadn't set the account up. His daddy had. And daddy hadn't set a time limit.

It had all starred innocently enough. Huggies friend had posted a link on Twitter, showing his unique code to the Carlilock site. Guest users clicked the link and selected to either add a day to the victims locked time, or gamble. Gambling would add 2 days, or remove one. There was no guaranteed option to remove time, except for logging in. And if you logged in you could only remove a small period of time, several hour from the locked person time. If you were a user, and we're also locked, you couldn't add time to your friend, except for small increments. But any other user on the site could add small increments to your time, and guests could add whole days or gamble on how much time to add to your it. Penalties existed as a locked user for trying to go beyond these rules. Locked subs could find their times doubled easily if they tried to force another user to be locked for longer, or if they sent the wrong links out to friends.

But there was a safety catch. Firstly of course the sub had to agree to be locked, had to create their own user account and accept the challenge from their key holder. Or self lock, and promise to play by the rules. And when the accounts and the challenge were created, the key holder set a maximum time, frm 1 day to 16 weeks. No matter how many user added time, or how bad the user was at incurring penalties, once that time was up, his challenge would end, and he would be let out, presumably to enjoy the feeling of a well deserved orgasm after 9 weeks locked.

Of course, this website is clearly evil. And that's not the whole story. Key holders have the ability to setup a challenge, and to have the sub accept it, without ever telling them this maximum duration. They could also choose to never let the sub know the sum total of their penalties, or how long was left. The sub could log in, and look of course. But this incurred a penalty, adding time to their predicament. The site would also only show the amount of time added on the system, including all of the penalties and user additions, so a sub might log in, pay the penalty to find out his remaining time and see a remaining time of 200 days. But his key holder might have limited his lock-up to a month, and it could automatically end tomorrow. There was no sure way to know.

Then there was the final injury. The maximum time of 16 weeks was the maximum timed limit, but the system allowed users to enter no limit. And this resulted in the system cycling forever, with no hard limit. If the other users added 1000 days, the user would stay locked, forever until the other users and guests stopped adding time.

Now of course the website was just that. A site, advisory you might say. A keyholder still had the key, or the self locked could run out of resolve and could still end it early. Everyone knew that, but a keyholder could just lock you anyway,right? It depended on both users.

Or just the keyholder.

Huggie had become infatuated with the site when he first saw it. He had studied psychology at college and was fascinated by the systems simplicity and torment capabilities. It was such a head fuck. The sense of helplessness of a locked sub was amazing, if his keyholder distributed the link widely, other guests could keep him locked forever. Even if he did nothing, the other user might become vengeful and add time. And at the end if it, if his owner followed the site, thre would be no one to beg, no mercy. Just locked time, stretching into infinity.

Now, being horny is like being drunk. Your short sighted and most things seem like a good idea at first. So seeing the site, Huggie wanted a go. Just a while, to experience the thrill of waiting, frustrated for that email to come through letting him go, for his keyholder to unlock him after a few weeks and to give him that well deserved blowjob, To know that it was over and that he had beaten the system, the other users and their torments. Huggie had also been in chastity before, and at the end of his 28 day stint his daddy had given him a special collar tag, an achievement tag which he could wear with his name on and the time he had lasted. Huggie was really proud of that tag, and felt like he had earned it. He wanted another one, one for a longer lockup, and to feel as proud as he had when daddy had slipped the tag into his collar. Then being strapped and down and sucked dry, the orgasm had been so intense,e and it hadn’t stopped. It had been the bet blowjob ever, going well past the point of pleasure and into teasing, but when it was over he had flopped, still strapped to the bed and fell asleep. Hi daddy had relocked him up in the night and diapered him, leaving him strapped down.

But daddy wasn’t actually a fan of having his boy locked up long term. He liked to have access to his bois bits, and having them out of commission for a month was teasing for both of them, obviously this would have been fine if it was just Huggie that was being put out by his daddy. That would have been tough luck, but obviously this did stop Huggie from being locked up long term. He was kept locked all the time, to stop him masturbating alone, but that didn't last more than a few days usually.

But Huggie was obsessed. He mentioned it day after day, sent his daddy the link and interesting associated articles, the links to any sub that he knew on there and to stories involving the site. He was as subtle as a kick in the face, and every time his daddy would say "that's nice" or something non committal. He clearly wasn't as impressed with the site as his boi.

But like all good daddy's he knew what his boi was getting at, and what he wanted. And he knew that the only way he would ever get his boi to shut up would be to trial the site out. And hey, surely this was similar to finding out your son was smoking. If you didn't do it properly, then he wouldn't learn.

But he didn't discuss his with Huggie. He just signed up to the site, and setup a keyholder account, programmed a challenge and sent it over to his bois email address. The system didn't allow negotiation, it was a simple email. "you have been challenged by a keyholder using Carlilock. To accept or reject this challenge, click the link below." Huggie got this at work, and his heart skipped a beat. He retread the email 4 times and bounced home happily from work.

When he arrived his daddy asked if he was ready for his last orgasm before the challenge, and in a fit of excitement Huggie laid down, had his cock cage unlocked and sprang to full attention. Daddy dcouldnt have locked it back up if he tried, it was rock solid and throbbing at the thought of being helpless and locked up, under the control of the random people on the Internet for as long as they wanted. It was a fantastic fantasy, and after a slow session of reason, when his daddy finally grabbed his cock and started to want him off in earnest, he blew his load in less than 10 strokes.

As he started pawing he said "you only get to cum if you promise to accept my challenge. Do you want to cum" as Huggie shot his load he squealed "yes sir" and coated his tummy in cum. As soon as his boi had gone soft, daddy cleaned him up, cleaned up the chastity device and applied it back to his bois bits, locking it in place with a numbered lock instead of the typical padlock and took a photo of the code. He handed his boi his iPad and waited whilst his boy clicked the accept button on the request and uploaded the photo of the code.

The email, the site, nothing gave his boi any information as to what he was getting himself into, and he was so relaxed from the orgasm that he didn't question the lack of information. He just wanted to be locked up and helpless. And he was. And he was on the site, his name proudly shown on the list of locked subs. No buttons appeared next to his name, as he was unable to vote to add time to himself, but other users would be able to add time, as per his daddy's set-up.

Huggie had no idea what hey would see, or How long they could add. But he had received a confirmation email with a link. For the whole thing to be final, one other user, not him or his keyholder needed to click the link and choose to either add time or gamble on his lockup.

Huggie wased no time, and copied the link into Twitter, with a short message explaining the link. As soon as someone clicked it and made a choice, they would activate the challenge.

It didn't take long. Curiosity was a strong pull and before long the website sent an email confirming the lock, and a second with a new link code. This would be the last emails until the release email was sent. Huggie read the second email and dismissed it, as it looked to contain the same link as the one he had posted. He logged into the site to view the feed, and found that the site would tell him when a guest had made a change to his account, but not what they had done, how long they had added or if they had gambled. He was truly at the mercy of the site now, and in complete darkness as to how long he had left.

"right, bed time now boi. Bum up" Daddy slipped his bois diaper under bois raised bottom and taped him up, covered him over with his duvet. "nini boi" Huggie dozed off happily contented, safely locked away.

It was only a few days later when Huggie was looking through his emails that he saw the mails form his friend giving him the link to his guest page to add days that he thought about it more.

He went back and checked his emails, logged into the site and had a look around, but nowhere could he see how long the maximum time was for. He looked through the manual on the site, and realised that the system would not tell him that. It also wouldn’t tell him any minimum time. So Huggie went and asked his daddy. Who laughed.

“Where would be the fun in that boi? That surely defeats the point of the site.” Huggie didn’t argue, Daddy had a point, this was what he wanted. After all.

Huggie went back to the site and played about for a bit, reviewing his time and adding the pitiful hours that he could to everyone else, taking particular glee in adding 12 hours to someone who was already on 7 months. He checked out his RSS feed and saw that there had been a lot of activity, but no details were provided. He was no more enlightened as to how much had been added to his time since the original, or what his start date even was. He looked and realised that the minimum release time would never be displayed either. He was in there for the duration, exactly as the site had been planned to be used, to keep the sub as helpless and in the dark as possible,.

But Huggie was used to longish stints in chastity, and the whole experience just made him hornier. The site didn’t help this, as every time his RSS feed clanged, he assumed someone had added the maximum 12 hours allowed. He had no idea if this was actually true, Daddy might have set it at much less, it may have been set for nothing! But he had no way of telling either way.

Huggie left the site, and went off to get himself ready for bed. There was nothing he could do about it, and that felt good, if a little frustrating. But it has only been a few days, and he had no idea as to how bad it was going to get.

He thought nothing of it again, until he reached 29 days. This was now the longest time that he had ever been locked for, and his balls were starting to become tight and ache. Gentle stroking over them, such as when daddy powdered him for diaper changes felt really good. He would never be able to orgasm from them alone, but they did feel amazing. He was almost enjoying them, but Daddy had taken to powdering him a lot, claiming that it helped to keep the device clean. He had also massively increased the frequency with which he decided his boi needed spanking, and the number of spanks that he needed each time. 2 or 3 nights a week Huggie would spend some time in the corner, cuffed and in his naughty boy hood and even the slightest of damp patches or dark patches on the bed would result in him having to sleep in a plastic sleeping bag or with the plastic bed sheets on.

If Huggie hadn’t have known better, he would have been sure that Daddy was deliberately doing things which he knew would make him more horny, but not allowing him any release. He knew it was bad when one night he came home from work to find cloths laid out on his bed. Whenever this happened he was to put them on and be wearing them before his daddy got home. All of the clothing except the diaper was made of plastic, even the hood. He slipped everything on, shuddering a little as the cool plastic slipped over his skin. It was good now, but would no doubt warm up and get worse. He slipped into it all, including the hood, leaving it closed at the bottom and went and curled up in front of the TV>

When daddy got home the first thing he did was seal his bois hood closed. It restricted his breathing and so he was never allowed to wear it alone, but with Daddy there on the sofa, he could be sealed in. The hood started to suck against his face as he inhaled, IT was only after he had most of a lungful that he started to suck any fresh air into the hood at all. He had to breath deep and hard, constantly, to get any fresh air. Huggie loved this hood, with it on he would blow his load in less than 20 seconds every time. If it was left on after he came, the blissful post orgasmic glow would last for ages as he squirmed and sucked it against his face. He had never been in it, sealed up and then not cum. But he hadn’t received the release email, so it wasn’t going to happen. And nothing happened all evening. He just stayed on the beanbag in the corner of the room, squiring and wriggling around in the plastic. His daddy occasionally sealing the hood tighter so he had even less air, swatting at his bum and teasing him. When it was finally bed time, Huggie found the restraint straps and cane were set-up. He was stripped off of everything except the metal belt, and laid face down, his crotch raised with a pillow to present him. Daddy strapped him down, slipped a carrier bag over his head and sealed it closed. It was a big bag, so he would get 50 strokes of the cane.

The first 30 hurt, but after that the pace slowed as daddy stretched out the beating, making sure his boy was using up all of the air. Huggie thrashed and squirmed, his rump aching and his head smothered with the bag. His breaths were shallow and his mouth full of bag whenever he breathed in.

At 50, daddy undid the collar. He eased the bag away from his boys face unsticking it, but left it over his head. “See you in a bit boi” He said, flicking the light off” Huggie laid still, the glow from his bum now a dull throb. He was in a different world, half choked and feeling the sort of flopped relaxation that he hadnt had since he last came. He had no idea how long he was there for, the time distorting as he squirmed a little, pulling on the straps and nuzzling at the bed through the smooth bag.

When daddy returned he didn’t say anything, usually he would unstrap his boy, roll him over and take the bag off and then diaper him for bed. Huggie never masturbated after this, he didn’t need to usually. But not this time. The bag was fluffed a little to let some fresh air in, and then resealed tightly. The caning restarted, this time with Huggie thrashing right from the start as his bum was already tenderised from the last assault. The blissful glow vanished and this time it was harder, the thrashing form the cane hurting more, causing him to squirm and use up more air. By the time he had reached the 50 he was gasping, and when the bag came off daddy had to pull it away over his nose to let him breath.

But once Huggie had regained his breath it was pulled back down. And Daddy left him again. He was more alert this time, and the inside of the bag was heavy and sticky with sweat and condensation. His backside was on fire and the straps felt tighter than they had before. And he was horny. Really really horny, like never before. His bits were straining against the metal of the belt, but it was unrelenting.

And so was daddy. Again he returned, without a word, resealing the bag. Huggie whined and muttered “please sir” Daddy was strict on breath play. If he said anything it could only be for an emergency. He removed the bag quickly and let his boy catch his breath. “are you okay?” Huggie nodded “Yes sir, but, im so horny and it hurts, do I have to take more?” Daddy said nothing as he pulled the bag back over his bois head and sealed it shut. “You know the rules boi, no talking unless its an emergency. This time it will be 60 strokes for talking, and you owe me an hour in the corner tomorrow”

The cane came down and Huggie couldn’t stay quiet. He howled and thrashed from side to side, tugging on the straps. He tried to count it out in his head but failed after 20, and still the cane carried on. When it finally stopped he had no air at all. He couldn’t even whimper, the palstic sucked up against his face in a tight vacuum. Thankfully the bag came off his head completely this time. As he lay panting daddy turned the bag inside out to let it dry, always a reminder that it would happen again if he was naughty, and started to unstrap his boy. He nudged Huggie to turn him over and diaper him, powdering his crotch and rubbing it in. His bois balls were swollen and tight, they were clearly sensitive and as he rubbed them Huggie whined loudly. With the diaper taped on he handed his boi a teddy, clipped his collar in place without the bag this time and tucked him in. “Nini boi”

This carried on for another month, the spankings increased and nearly every weekend Huggie would be forced to sleep in a bed totally covered in plastic sheets. He spent two whole weekends in a slave outfit, with a tight hood, sweating heavily as his daddy made him a house boy. His level or horniness would peak at a week3end, and Huggie was soon visiting the gym twice a day, before work and at lunch to try and relive the tension.

Huggie would sporadically get twitter messages and messages from forum users, where he had pasted the link when he was feeling brave at the start of the lock. The messages were always much the same, “Hey, I added a day, enjoy ;-)” or “Its a shame I could only add the one day” But the pace of the RSS feed had slowed. It appeared to only be the other site users adding any time, not that he could tell how long they had added each time. He never saw that. But Huggie was sure there must be a way to find out. It had been two months and surely he was due to be released soon. Daddy would never have gone for the full maximum, he had hated the idea of even using the site after all.

But Huggie was sure there must be a way to know. So he logged into the site again, he trawled the forums and the message boards, every Get dare page and scrap of info he could find to try and work out how long it might have left. Whilst he was doing this, he opened page after page in various tabs, reading through them. As he closed down tabs and opened another, he saw a blank white page, with the following:

YOU ARE A REGISTERED USER OF THIS SITE, AND THEREFORE UNABLE TO VISIT THIS PAGE
IF YOU HAVE A PENALTY SET, DOUBLE HAS BEEN ADDED TO YOUR REMAINING TIME. (i)

He had clicked on someone’s challenge link. The site had punished him for this. Huggie didn’t even know how long his locked period was, doubling it might just be another day or two, or another month.

From the room next door he heard a loud laugh. A moment later his daddy came in. “You silly sod, I see you just doubled your time on there” Huggie nodded and showed him the page, and the link he had clicked. It wasn’t clearly a link to someone’s requirement, it was just a comment in a box about info. The user had pasted their link and it had been shorted, cutting off the end and hiding what it was. Daddy just laughed. “Awww, silly boi. I think you need a nap to get you away from that thing before your in it all year” He picked up his bois muzzle and cleared some stuff off of the bed, revealing the straps. Huggie said “Hey, on the bright side I can only go the 16 weeks the site allows, right?” Daddy strapped the muzzle onto his bois head, and Huggie assumed the silence was whilst he concentrated, getting the straps tight. Huggie laid down and daddy began to strap him in tightly, tucking a teddy under his arm and covering him with the duvet.

He then picked up his bois ipad and typed something in. when he showed it to his boi it was the carlilock page. The last option, the one he had though was a maximum of 16 weeks wasn’t a maximum at all. It was the longest the site would allow. At the bottom of the list was one last option. No Max.

As Daddy left the room his one disappointment was that he hadn’t been able to record the noise his boi made through the muzzle as he realised what he had gotten himself into.