Stop Touching Yourself - Part 1 (Patreon)

As mentioned in previous newsletters, I plan to release extra stories now and then to run alongside Kingswood. Some may be related, others (like this one) are completely separate stories. While Kingswood will continue to be posted every Friday for the foreseeable future, my additional stories will be posted weekly but only as long as I have time to write them. Until completed, this story remains a patreon exclusive!

Anyway, enough talking. On with a new story. Much shorter parts than you're probably used to, but hopefully enough to keep you entertained.

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Stop Touching Yourself

Part 1 – Locked

Riley Parker had two big things in his life that most certainly did not go well together – an absolute love of touching his penis and a sexually-repressed, overbearing lunatic of a mother! At the tender age of ten, Riley had discovered the first of these two, which is what had led him to discover the reality of the second!

The first time Mrs Parker had discovered her middle son touching himself, she had screamed at the boy until he literally cried, terrified of her wrath. ‘It’s wrong! It’s disgusting! It’s not what good boys do! It’s evil! It will lead you to do terrible things!’ These were just some of the things she told him and repeated every time he inevitably failed to heed her warnings and touch himself.

Even when her reactions became more physical, spanking the randy little boy within an inch of his life, it was still not enough to stop him. Instead, it just drove him to be much more careful, only touching himself when she was not around. As he grew older and touching developed into full-blown masturbation, Riley’s love of his own dick intensified. The only time he stopped thinking about when his next orgasm would be was when he was actively stroking his dick to try and achieve it.

Alas, poor Riley could never escape his mother’s fury for too long. Her watchful eye seemed all-seeing and that only got easier as her obsession with stopping Riley from touching continued to develop. Desperate times started to drive desperate measures. The lock was removed from the bathroom door, Riley’s bedroom door was simply removed completely, Riley’s time was almost entirely supervised.

As it got harder and harder to find time to pleasure himself at home, Riley began resorting to desperate measures of his own. School became his new place to touch himself, every lunchbreak consisting of inhaling his meal in moments to maximise his time locked in a bathroom stall to pleasure himself. Sometimes, he could even manage two or maybe even three orgasms in the space of one lunch break!

It appeared Riley’s mother was not the only obstacle to his masturbatory pursuits. Catching on to his daily disappearances, other boys began to follow him, teasing him about where he was and loudly announcing what they suspected (correctly) he was doing and, unable to endure the cruel taunts, he had given up. He was out of options now and his orgasms grew increasingly rare. On top of making the boy exceptionally unhappy, it also had the result of making him almost permanently hard.

By the age of thirteen, with his cock growing it was getting increasingly difficult to conceal, requiring constant attention to stop anyone catching on to his predicament. Of course, to a teasing teen there was little difference between a boy re-adjusting himself and outright playing with himself and soon enough he was facing more teasing from his peers. Teasing inevitably brought attention from teachers, who started off with quiet warnings about ‘appropriate behaviour’ and rapidly descended into angry scoldings to ‘stop touching yourself’. When it still continued, it moved on to the next logical step – parental involvement!

To say Mrs Parker was irate the day she got the phone call was an understatement. Even as she drove Riley home, the shouting and scolding continued. When they got into the house, he had expected to be banished to ‘the chair’, a spot he was directed to sit in when he had misbehaved. Initially it had been ‘go to your room’ but that was just somewhere he could more easily touch himself, so she had selected a very visible spot instead where he would be forced to remain, bored out of his mind.

“I don’t have any of this sort of trouble with your brothers!” Mrs Parker ranted at the boy as they got home. “Evan only needed to be told once before he mended his ways and thankfully Callum hasn’t picked up your DISGUSTING habit!”

“Sorry mum,” Riley pouted. It always pissed him off how perfect his mum thought his brothers were. Of course, they were far from perfect, but they had caught on years ago that they could get away with anything so long as they kept her focused on Riley… or rather, Riley’s penis!

“Yes, well, sorry isn’t good enough anymore!” Mrs Parker said angrily. “Stand up and remove your clothes!”

Riley knew better than to argue with his mother, quickly jumping to his feet to start undressing. He slowly revealed his scrawny body. He sometimes wondered if his own body was conspiring against him, based on the way his cock had been developing so much faster than the rest of him. In most ways, Riley looked barely different than he had two years ago before puberty started, still short and skinny and hairless. It wasn’t uncommon for people to mistake him for his younger brother’s twin. They were not identical by any means, but stood side-by-side you would never have guessed Riley was thirteen.

The only real difference between him and his younger sibling, as far as Riley knew, was in his pants. His cock had already developed well and hung down at a few inches soft, now reaching almost six inches when hard. He knew there was no way his little brother could compete with that. How could he at just eleven?

Annoyingly, as Riley stood in just his briefs (the underwear his mother bought for him, insisting he was not yet grown up enough for boxers) he could feel a stirring in his cock. He was not unused to being seen naked by his mother, especially since the bathroom door lock had been removed and most of his showers were supervised to ensure minimal touching. That was normally restricted to a brief view on the way in and out of the shower, having mastered the art of always keeping his back to her when she checked on him. As he stood now in just his underwear, he hesitated.

“All of them!” Mrs Parker said, her face bright red as she stood before the boy.

“What… but…” Riley stuttered.

“Now!” she snapped furiously.

Riley stuck his hand in his pants to conceal himself as he pushed the pants down with the other hand before stepping out of them, terrified of being fully on display. His cheeks burned crimson as he stood naked before the woman.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF THAT THING!” she shrieked at him. “Have you learned nothing?”

“I was only…” Riley started to try and defend himself as his hands dropped to his sides before he stopped himself and just said, “Sorry mum!”

“You’ve proven time and time again that you are simply incapable of resisting touching yourself. So, if you are unable to stop of your own volition, I will simply remove the problem!” Mrs Parker said firmly.

Riley’s eyes widened. “You’re gonna… remove it?” he asked turning pale.

“If that were an option, I would consider it!” the woman said curtly. “Instead, I have the next best thing.” From behind her back she revealed a small box, which she opened in front of the terrified-looking boy.

“Wh… what’s that?” Riley stuttered as he saw the small metal device within.

“This is called a chastity cage, and it will stop you from touching yourself, or even… becoming… aroused,” she said, the words clearly a challenge for her.

“H… how?” Riley asked, trying to take a step back, but already backed against the chair.

“Like this,” Mrs Parker said, kneeling down in front of the boy. She took out a tape measure and unceremoniously grasped her son’s private parts, as casually as she might grab his wrist.

“You’re measuring it?!” Riley exclaimed in horror.

“We need to ensure the right fit so it does not cause you injury!” she explained, not bothering to look up from what she was doing. “Mmm-huh,” she hummed as she finished, then grabbed the right size ring from the box. She yanked his balls through the ring, getting a slight whimper of pain that she ignored before poking his penis through too.

Thankfully, the woman’s touch had scared him off from even a hint of arousal so his cock remained soft.

“And now this,” she said casually as he poked her son’s shaft into the tube of the device. “And finally…” she added, as she secured a small padlock. “There. A perfect fit!”

Riley stared down in horror at the device on his favourite toy. “How long does it stay on for?” he asked nervously.

“Permanently!” Mrs Parker said coldly as she stood up. “Or at least until I feel you are mature enough to be trusted again.”

“No, mum, please. Please, I promise I can stop touching. Please don’t leave this thing on me!” he pleaded.

“These are all promises I’ve heard before, but you have broken them all and I no longer trust you to behave appropriately,” Mrs Parker said angrily. “Furthermore, whilst at home you will remain naked, so that your brothers and I can be sure you are not attempting to touch yourself, like the disgusting little deviant you clearly are!”

“Mum, no, I can’t be naked in front of Evan and Cal!” Riley insisted, shaking his head as he took a step back.

“You can and you will!” she replied firmly. “And if you even attempt to put clothes on, I will simply remove them from the house as well as giving you a good hiding. Now sit in the chair and think about your own actions and how they have led you here!”

Riley’s jaw quivered as he fought back tears, watching as his mum took his clothes away.

He had been sitting quietly for fifteen minutes before the door opened and his brothers walked in. “Mum, we’re home!” seventeen-year-old Evan called out.

“Ha ha, Riley’s in the chair again!” Callum taunted, then stopped as he really saw his brother. “Why are you…” he paused, looking to Evan. “Evan, Riley’s naked!”

Evan burst into laughter at the sight of the naked boy who was already blushing heavily. “Mate, what did you do?” he asked, shaking his head.

“The same as always!” Mrs Parker snapped as he entered the room. “Touching himself! And at school, no less! Disgusting boy!”

“Yeah, so disgusting!” Callum sniggered. “Don’t worry mum, I’ll never end up a pervert like him!”

“There’s my good boy,” Mrs Parker said happily, giving her youngest a quick hug.

Callum poked out his tongue at Riley over her shoulder.

“Riley will be remaining naked whilst at home for the foreseeable future,” she explained. “Also,” she turned to look at him, “Stand up!” she barked.

Riley let out a whimper, wanting to cover up but he knew if he did she would just see it as touching and things would get worse (if that was even possible).

“Oh my God!” Evan exclaimed, barely holding back a laugh.

“Mum, what’s on his winky?” Callum asked innocently.

“It’s called a chastity cage,” the woman replied, leading Callum closer. “It prevents him from touching or… becoming aroused. It will be staying on until he can be trusted.”

“So basically forever?” Callum said cheekily.

Mrs Parker smirked. “Well, I would hope sooner, but based on track record, I would say yes, a long, long while! Anyway, go and get changed. Dinner won’t be long!” As the other two boys ran off, she looked Riley up and down. “Hmm, you did as you were told. I suppose I should at least give you credit for that. Keep doing as you’re told and we MAY make some progress!”

“Yes mum,” Riley said sadly.

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