The Chaste Boy and the Locksmith

I arched my back and stretched upward until our lips met again. He kissed me more gently this time, but it was still filled with desire. It was a shorter kiss and after it had ended, I whispered, "Mr. Harris, will you pretty-please take this chastity belt off so you can make love to me?"

He leaned down a quickly kissed my lips and then said, "No. You don't need to have that cage removed so I can make love to you. As a matter of fact, I plan I keeping you locked up for the foreseeable future. In my opinion, a sweet boy like you should always be kept under lock and key."

I whimpered softly and felt my penis attempt to throb in its cage. I stammered, "But, but, but it's been so long. Please Mr. Harris."

He kissed me again and completely ignored what I'd just said. "Sweetheart, you have a decision to make and it's a very important decision. Because you're a virgin, I feel your first time should be special and memorable. I'm not sure the workbench in my shop is the best place to take your cherry. My home is about 30 minutes away, that would be a much more romantic setting. But I'll leave the choice up to you."

Another moan left my body as my back arched. "I don't know. I mean, I'm really horny! And I want to give you my virginity really badly. But this isn't very romantic, is it."

He gently took my right wrist and guided it downward until I felt the rock-hard, long, thick cock under his pants. He whispered, "I'm ready to make love to you right here, right now. But I'd feel better if we were on a soft bed with the scent of candles in the air and a bottle of wine on the nightstand."

My other hand had fallen down and they were both trying to wrap around the cock he was keeping hidden in his pants. I whimpered softly, "I suppose you're right. I've waited my whole life, I'm sure I can handle a 30-minute drive."

He gently helped me to lay back on the workbench. I thought he was going to dress me. Instead he sat on his chair, leaned very close to my caged penis and said, "Here is a little treat before we leave for home." Parting his lips, he took my entire caged penis with my neglected balls in his mouth. The lock lay just beneath his nose. He used his tongue to lick along the underside of my scrotum. The feeling so was intense, he nearly had to scrape me off the ceiling. My hips thrust up into his mouth. And when I did, he took the opportunity to slip his finger back into my bottom.

He licked, kissed and sucked on my caged penis. While at the same time, he thrust his finger in and out of my bottom. I felt faint. I needed to squirt so badly. It had been so long.

As quickly as it started, it ended. He left my caged penis dripping with his saliva and my excitement. At the same time, he withdrew his finger from my bottom. He left me laying there hornier than I thought was possible. I was writhing around and moaning while he found a towel and wiped the lotion from his finger. Using the same towel, he wiped the excess lotion from between my cheeks. Not satisfied with the job he'd done, he slipped his right arm under my knees and folded my legs back to my chest. He wiped me clean with towel in his left hand. I hadn't been treated that way since I'd been potty trained. It made me want him all the more.

I took his offered hand and he helped me off of the table. My legs felt rubbery and I fell against him, into his arms. He didn't miss the opportunity, he bent down and lifted me up into his strong arms. He carried me across the room and asked me to open the door leading to the alley behind his store. I threw my arms around his neck and squeaked, "But I'm not dressed!"

He leaned forward and gently kissed my lips. "Your things will be safe here. And you won't need clothes until I bring you back here in the morning. Besides, you look far too cute in your chastity belt to wear anything else. Now hurry up and unlock that door! I want to get inside you as quickly as possible!"

I squirmed in his arms and kissed him again before reaching down and unlocking the door. I turned the knob and pulled the door open enough to peek outside. He chuckled, stepped back and kicked the door wide open with one foot. I threw my naked body against him and tried to hide my nudity from anyone who may be in the alley. He chuckled again while stepping out into the sunshine. He kissed my lips and told me we were alone. He rarely saw anyone else out there.

He asked me to lock the door and shut it, so I did. After his shop was secured, he turned around and began walking down the alley with me in his arms. His giant truck was parked a few doors down in a small parking area. I couldn't remember ever being so nervous. He was carrying me in his arms and I was naked except for my chastity belt! We finally got to his truck and he braced me on his knee while getting the keys from his pocket. After unlocking the door, I opened it and he set me down on the passenger's seat. I squirmed my bare bottom down on to the fabric of the seat while he closed the door and walked around to the opposite side.

I was outside in public, naked, in a man's truck I'd met only a few hours before. And he was going to drive me to his house and make love to me! It was surreal. It felt like a dream. A very wet, very horny, very nasty dream.

He opened his door and climbed into the driver's seat. After starting the motor, he folded back the center console and had me scoot close to him. With his arm around my bare shoulder, he put the truck in gear and began the 30 minute drive to his home.

When he pulled onto the street, we quickly became surrounded by other cars and trucks. I squealed and slunk down in the seat trying to hide myself. I wound up laying on my side, across the front seat with my head against Mr. Harris's thigh. He stroked my body and teased me about all the people who could possibly see me naked. I squirmed around and was soon on my back with Mr. Harris pinching my nipples and tickling my bare skin.

He talked me into laying on my back with my head resting on his thigh. I laid there with my knees bent and my feet flat on the seat, watching the lamp-posts, stoplights and signs pass by. Every time we passed a truck, I shivered and imagined the driver being able to see me laying there in only chastity belt. It was wildly arousing.

For most of the drive he kept me occupied with compliments on my body and appearance. He told this could prove to be the best day of his life. He went on to quiz me about my past. He asked about my mother and father, girlfriends I'd had, and my sexual experiences. I found it easy to answer his questions when I wasn't looking right at him.

As we neared his home, I began to realize what a dangerous situation I'd put myself in. I was naked without even my ID or phone. I had no idea where I was and no way to get back to my car. I was with a man I'd met hours before and he'd brought me here under the pretense of making love to me. But he could do anything he wanted. He was so big and strong, I could never fight him off. I was completely at his mercy and I silently prayed he wouldn't hurt me, or worse.

I squirmed on the seat arched my neck and looked up at him. "Um, Mr. Harris, you aren't going to hurt me, are you? I mean, you're not a mass murderer, are you? Please tell me you're a normal man."

He reached down and gently stroked my hair, in a tender father-like tone, he said, "My Sweet Boy, I would never hurt you. No, I'm going to make you feel so good you'll never want to leave. However, I'm not going to remove that chastity belt. But while I'm making love to you, you're going to feel like the little fairy you were born to be. Sweetheart, by the time I drive you back to my shop, you'll be a completely different person. You're going to be my little Creampuff."

While still finishing his thoughts, he reached up and pressed the garage door opener on his visor and I felt his truck bump over the curb and into his driveway. I shivered and felt my little wrinkled hole rhythmically clench and relax as he pulled into the garage. He put the truck in Park, shut it off, pressed the garage door button again and got out. I lay there in his truck, legs spread, penis straining against its cage, waiting for him to open my door. When he did finally reach my side, I jumped when the door opened.

He reached out, took my hands and helped me out of his truck. Holding my hand in his, he led me into his home. As soon as we entered his kitchen, he picked me up and set me on the counter. He told me to wait right where I was until he came back. He needed to tidy up a little bit. There I sat on his kitchen counter as he left the room. Looking around, I found the counters clean and the sink free of dishes. Everything looked neat and tidy. I couldn't believe the rest of his home would be any less organized.

Several minutes passed while I sat perched on his counter. When he did walk back into the room, he was still dressed as he was before. But his face and hands were freshly washed and his hair combed neatly. I squirmed as he approached. He stood between my thighs, took me in his arms and kissed me. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, he took hold of each of my cheeks and picked me up off the counter. While our tongues still danced, he carried me out of the kitchen, across the living room, down a hallway and into his bedroom.

He paused just inside the doorway and I quickly looked around. He'd drawn the drapes closed which left the room rather dark. It was dimly lit by several candles on each of the bedside tables. The room smelled like a man. There was a wood-like smell along with his Old Spice aftershave. It smelled nice, warm and safe. The covers on the bed were folded down leaving, what looked like a clean gray sheet exposed. Four big, fluffy pillows rested against the headboard.

Mr. Harris set me down on the bed and I got settled right in the middle. I watched him unbutton his shirt and remove it. His chest was broad and strong with forest of gray hair covering it. He opened a closet and tossed the shirt into a clothes basket. He then sat down on a chair and removed his shoes and socks. I laid there on his bed and began pulling on my chastity belt, hoping to find enough friction to make myself squirt. But I knew that would never happen, still I tried.

Standing up, Mr. Harris then unbuttoned his pants and let them fall around his ankles. Bending down, he picked up his socks and his pants and tossed them into the clothes basket too. With his back to me, he lowered his underpants and used his toes to kick them into the basket. Closing the closet door, he turned to face me.

Most people look better with clothes on. Mr. Harris was not one of those people. He looked like a God standing there. He was so tall, with broad shoulders and powerful arms. His belly was flat and his hips fit his frame perfectly. The muscles in his thighs and shins were prominent and covered in that same gray hair. His cock was mostly hard. It stood up, sort of pointing at me. It was long and thick with a purple head the size of a plum. I could see the veins spiraling around the shaft from across the room. His giant, walnut sized balls hung low in their sack and reminded me of those decorations' men hang from the trailer hitches of their trucks.

I lay there letting my eyes wander up and down his body. But my attention settled on his cock. I imagined him putting that thing inside my bottom. That simple thought made me arch my back and moan while I continued to pull on my cage with both of my hands. I needed to cum so desperately.

Mr. Harris crossed the room in a few steps and joined me on the bed. Before getting too comfortable, he had me raise my bottom and put a folded pillow underneath. This elevated my hips and put my chaste penis in my direct line of sight. The whole cage was pulled away from body. My penis was trying so hard to become erect. The ring of the chastity belt forced the skin covering my little balls to be pulled taut. They were stretched so far outward, it looked like the skin may split. It was painful, but after wearing the cage for so long, it was no longer unbearable.

Mr. Harris reached into a drawer of one of the bedside tables and withdrew a tube of lubricant and a hand-towel. He squirted a big glob of clear lube on two of his fingers. Kneeling between my spread thighs, Mr. Harris reached down and parted my cheeks with his free hand. He then began rubbing the cool lube in and around my little wrinkled hole. When my little hole was properly lubricated, he used his first finger and slipped it inside me. He didn't pause, but immediately began finger fucking my virginal bottom.

I whimpered, moaned and pulled on my chastity cage. My hips rose up to meet each of his thrusts. I was going insane. I needed him so badly.

His eyes never left my private places when he asked, "Are you ready for a second finger, My Sweet Boy?"

I squealed in a high pitch, "Yes!"

He resituated himself, rising up on his knees which showed me he had become completely erect while teasing me. His cock was standing straight up and pressed against his stomach. The fat, purple head and throbbing shaft looked angry, like they wanted to be inside me that instant!

Once comfortable, he slowly pressed his first two fingers against my tight ring of muscle. I felt him applying more and more pressure until my bottom opened up and accepted both of them. Again, he began fingering me immediately.

While I panted and felt my body become more aroused than ever before, he asked, "Do you feel good Baby?"

I responded by bucking my hips upward and yanking on my chastity cage. I begged him to unlock me. I pleaded with him to have mercy. He knelt there, fingering my bottom and smiling. I felt more pressure on my bottom as he slipped a third finger inside me. I promised to do anything he asked if he released me. His reply was that I'd do whatever he wanted without letting me out of the cage.

He used those three fingers expertly. He slid them in and out of me at a slow pace. Always pausing when they were at their deepest point, stretching me open the widest. He never slowed or stopped when he began to speak, "You only want out of this little cage so you can cum. Once you cum, you won't be horny any longer. Sweetheart, I like you being horny. And I have no plans of letting you out of that cage any time in the near future. When I take you back to my shop, I will be changing the lock to a more secure style, something that isn't quite so easily removed. There is no point in begging for me to let you out. It isn't going to happen. My Sweet Boy, I'm going to keep you in there for a very long time."

That is when he withdrew his fingers from my bottom and wiped them off on the towel. He rose up on his knees. Bending over me, he kissed me passionately and asked in a soft voice, "Are you ready to give me your virginity?"

I bit my lower lip and nodded my head. Spreading my legs as wide as I could, Mr. Harris took his massive cock in his hand, lathered it down with lube and aimed it at me! He suggested I reach down and spread my cheeks wide, I did as I was told. A shiver shot up my spine the second before his cock touched me. If I hadn't been in a chastity cage, I would've squirted right then and there. I did watch pearly drops of precum drip down my cage like a little stream.

The moment I felt the fat head of Mr. Harris's cock bump against my little hole, I squealed and thrust my hips up. He calmly took my hips in his hand and began to gently, slowly press forward. He was looking down at his cock and I was looking at him. He was so patient and gentle, a warm feeling spread across my chest.

When I felt my little hole stretching open around the head of his cock, I began to panic. I wondered when it would stop. My hole kept stretching and stretching and stretching. I was about to scream when I felt the head 'pop' inside me. I moaned deeply and my back arched. Mr. Harris was careful to only leave the head inside. He wanted me to get used to it before giving me more. I squealed, squirmed and thrashed about on the bed until I finally began to calm down. The haze that had formed over my eyes cleared and I saw Mr. Harris above me, looking down on me with a warm smile on his face.

He asked if I was ready for a little more. I nodded my head and said, "I, I, I think so."

I watched him press his hips toward me and felt his cock entering my body further. I gripped the sheets tightly in my fists and tossed my head from side to side. The feeling of him penetrating me was so intense! There was a bit of pain, but nothing I couldn't deal with. Mostly I felt full. Like his cock was filling up all the empty spaces in my body. It was a wonderfully naughty feeling!

Mr. Harris paused at one point and waited for me to get used to him inside me again. It took several moments, but I eventually calmed down. Still smiling at me he said, "You are simply beautiful. You are absolutely perfect. Sweetheart, where have you been all of my life?"

I whimpered and found it difficult to look at him. But our eyes soon met. I saw tenderness and love in his eyes. Squirming around with his cock buried inside me, I squeaked, "I guess I've been waiting for you."

Leaning forward until he lay on top of me, he held me in his arms and kissed me. It was a wet kiss that was full of love and passion, it made my toes curl! Although having his cock inside of me may have had something to do with that too. When that kiss broke, he asked if I was ready for a little more of him. I bit my lower lip, looking up into his eyes and said, "I thought you were all the way in."

"No, not yet. We're about halfway in and still have quite a way to go." He kissed me again while slowly sliding more of himself inside my body. It kept coming and coming, filling me up fuller and fuller. I'd never felt so stuffed before. When I began to tense up and squirm beneath him, he slowed down. He pulled out a little and then pressed back inside. The first time he did that, I looked up at him and squeaked, "You're fucking me!" It surprised me for some odd reason?

He laughed and told me that was what we'd come to his house to do. After kissing me again, he rose up, looped his arms under my legs and folded them back toward my chest. He thrust his cock in and out of me a few times and then asked, "Are you ready for the last few inches?"

I nodded my head and moaned, "Yes!"

Looking right into my eyes, he pressed forward. His cock sunk deeper and deeper inside. I squirmed and thrashed about on the bed. I gripped the sheet tightly in my fists and funny noises erupted from inside my body. I felt tears roll down my cheeks and precum drip from my chastity cage. It was intensely erotic and I ached for him to be completely inside my body.

Above me, I heard Mr. Harris grunt, "OH MY GOD!" and then he thrust forward with force and sunk the last bit of his cock into my bottom. The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed in the room. Feeling Mr. Harris's hips against my bare skin, with his entire cock buried deep inside my bottom was a life changing moment. My back arched deeply, my poor penis was straining inside its cage, I screamed in a surprisingly high pitch and then completely lost my breath. My knuckles were gripping the sheet so tightly they were white. And my toes were curled up like little knots.

Mr. Harris kept himself buried deep inside me for several moments. I could feel his massive cock throbbing. Leaning down on me, he kissed my lips. "Baby, we were made for each other. I fit inside you perfectly." He kissed me again. I was still wrapped up in the emotion and the feeling of having a gigantic cock inside my body left me unable to kiss him back. I squirmed beneath him while his tongue thrust into my mouth. Taking both of my wrists in his hands, he pinned them to the mattress above my head.

Tears began rolling down my cheeks when the sobbing began. There was some pain in my bottom and chastity cage, but that wasn't the real reason I began crying. It was a time of acceptance. I had just learned I was built to be loved by a man. I suppose I'd always known, but I'd kept it buried. I was never suited to be loved by a woman. I'd tried to be manly and take control of relationships. But I'd always known I truly wanted to have someone else lead. I wanted to be made love to, have doors held open for me, hold my hand and be looked at with desire. And laying on Mr. Harris's bed with his cock completely embedded in my body, I accepted this is where I belonged. This is what I was always meant to be, a man's CreamPuff. His Sweet Little Boy. And for the first time in my life, I was no longer trying to be someone I wasn't. I was a Fairy, and I was happy.