Sometimes when he’s really horny and the flesh is pushed up against the plastic tubing, Brain undoes his pants like this and pouts at me. He wants me to unlock it so he can cum. I place a hand on his chest, give him an apologetic kiss, and zip him back up. He sighs, only slightly defeated, and pushes his bulge against my palm. I massage it through his shorts. We’ve been over why he was in chastity hundreds of times but he likes to whine, thinking that maybe if the lock wasn’t going to come off that day he could still get milked perhaps.
Brian’s body had difficulty being male. He got sore quickly during masturbation and would often not finish. Sometimes he got raging boners on their own but he didn’t cum…that is, until he was sound asleep. He would somehow wake up with a load of cold sticky jizz in his shorts after a dreamless night. Making love with Brian was frustrating too as his arousal seemed to randomly switch on and off at any time. Even when he managed to get it hot and heavy, he often ejaculated early. This cost Brian a lot of boyfriends and lovers.
I was different. I saw Brian’s issues as a challenge that was relatively easy to solve: my boyfriend’s sex drive just needed to be simplified. I told Brian it was just a trial period, but I had to admit I loved the idea of having a chaste lover. Soon after the device was locked into place, Brian’s confused sex drive rebooted. His arousal stabilized into two modes: warm-buzz and fuck-me-now. Once this was in place, his ejaculations quickly fell in line: leakage during the day and night, big loads when I milked him or gave him release during cleanings. I knew Brian would never cheat on me, of course, he was too happy to have his cock functioning normally again.
Matter of fact, he was so thrilled to be able perform for me like a normal man that sometimes he would get it into his head that he could initiate the sex play for once. Not now, I often murmur, You’ll cum when it’s good for you to cum. Sometimes, I’d say this while fucking him. I know how to take care of his boyfriend’s balls better than he does. The trial period is long over. Brian thinks asserting his eagerness for sex - like exposing himself around the apartment - are hints that he is ready to be weaned off the device. Little does he know that a permanent, metal device was already on its way to our mailbox.