So long, schlong (Patreon)

The origin for this story was a revenge story I recently read where one of the assailants was transformed into a large muscle hunk with a huge, impotent dick, and a massive sex drive. I had the thought what if a chastity device turned you dick into a massive, impotent one.

The text came fairly quickly, but then of course is the problem with illustration. It makes it so much better if there is a photo attached, but finding the right one with the right setting is such a chore. My original idea was a smartly dressed, rich looking person. Kind of a demon or devil dressed up as gay clubber, trying to be seductive. There are essentially no photos taken across a table in a night club that is usable for this.

As often is the case I sent the draft to my image sourcer, who tries to come up with suggestions for me. It's 50/50 if I'll use it, but it often pushes me in a direction. The best suggestion I got was this photo of someone in a bar. I was very tempted to go with it, but several of the things in the story didn't fit. It's daytime, there are women, and most problematic at all it doesn't look seedy enough.

Those were all problems I could work around, but I did some searches on nightclubs and found some really good bar tenders. That would allow me to have the same location and time of day, but switch from a tentative hookup to a session of bar psychology.

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He was good looking, black hair, hazel eyes, fit body, and he was charming, everything I would normally be looking for in a pick up. It confirmed what I had been thinking for several days, that I needed a break from the party-fuck-party circle. He was perfect, and yet I felt no desire to go home with him tonight. My shorts didn’t show any more bulge now than when I entered the club.

The conversation had quickly moved from fast and fake to more earnest bar talk. I had already laid the groundwork for a rejection, so it was time to come clean and not hold him up any longer. He deserved to go home with someone, or several.

- So, given all that I’m not really looking for anyone tonight. I wasn’t sure, but, you know, I think I am now.
- That bad huh? Perhaps if you couldn’t it would be different?
- What do you mean?
- Everyone is always looking at what they can’t have. I should know. I could go home with almost anyone in this room tonight, if I asked the right way. Sounds like a brag, but you know I could. So the most irresistible ones are the ones that would say no.

Was he talking about me? That would be flattering, but I suspect he was talking in general terms.

- Really? Well, there are one or two here that would say yes to me also.
- Don’t sell yourself short. Besides, that’s not the point I’m trying to make. I’m saying that perhaps you are tired of sex just because it is so easy for you to get what you want, and when you want it.
- What do you suggest? Break my nose to look uglier.

He grabbed something from his jacket and plonked it down at the middle of the table. A big, shiny chromed chastity device for everyone to see. Not a big reaction from anyone though. This kind of transaction wouldn’t be that big of a deal in a place like this.

- You want to lock me up?
- No. I want you to lock yourself up. It’s just what you need. Something to stop yourself from cumming whenever you want. Then perhaps you value it more.

I stared at the metal cage on the table. A well crafted but not overly complicated design with a handcuff like mechanism that locks around the base. Another piece that you put your dick in and that locks with the first piece. Some sort of integrated lock mechanism that looked like a brass button with a keyhole locked everything in place. Clearly the deluxe version, with a small, blunt hook that separates the balls, and a short tube on the inside that goes into the hole of the dick.

- Never used before, and you can keep it until we meet again. Go try it!

I’ve never tried one on. To go straight to such a serious design is really a plunge in the deep end, but why not? I’m not going to do anything else tonight, by my own admission. Worst case scenario, I take a bolt cutter to it tomorrow and pay him the $100 or whatever this monstrosity costs.

- I’ll try it on, and then decide if I want to keep it on.
- Sure. All yours.

I took the device and headed towards the men’s room, if such a term held any meaning at a place like this. The restroom was spacious, with several, individual toilet rooms. No cheap stalls here. They knew what their patrons wanted, and that included the thumping of fucking that clearly was going on behind the second door. I opened the first door, entered and locked it.

I stepped out of my shorts, to have better access. No underwear tonight. A habit on party nights. I held all my junk together with one hand and put the first piece around the base of my cock and sack with the other, and forced it close with the same hand. It made a few clicks as the handcuff mechanism ratchet locked. How snug should it fit? I noticed a small button on the side, pressed it and the device sprung open, and I almost dropped it. Well, I needn’t worry about fitting at least. I closed it again, as tight as I dared. It wasn’t a cock ring, reminded myself, but it should probably be pretty tight still. This was intended for a flaccid penis after all.

I hesitated a bit with the other part. Sticking something into the eye of my dick wasn’t something I ever planned on doing. It was a small, hollow metal ball connected to a thin, transparent rubber tube that was connected to the inside of the front of the second piece. Well, I usually try everything once. I spat on the metal ball and started to attempt to insert it. It was tricky for many reasons. Awkward position of everything made it hard to see, hard to manipulate, and to complicate everything I started to have an erection. That would make it impossible to secure the different parts, and now the first part was becoming a cock ring.

I removed it, put my junk in the sink and washed it with cold water until it was small again, and rinsed the metal parts in cold water. I would have to work faster.

I did everything again, but now got the first part on real quick, then pushed the tube up my dick, ignoring the strange sensation, and put the metal prongs of the second part into the first part with a click.

It felt super weird.

It felt like I was having and not having an erection at the same time. My body found the hole experience really exciting, while the device was doing its best to deny my body to express that feeling. I understood now what my handsome not-pickup was telling me. There was also something about the extra weight. I took a few steps, feeling how it all bounced in new ways. It could be interesting to try this for a few days. I pressed the brass button with the keyhole on. It made a click.

The change was immediate. With nothing to hold it up, my dick fell and made a tug. I gasped at the sensation. It took me seconds to realize what had happened. The chastity device was no where to be seen. Technically my dick and balls where no where to be seen either. Instead between my legs was a monster of a cock hanging half way down to my knees, with balls to match. It was thick, uncut and free from all hair. It probably weighed as much as the chastity device did. It wouldn’t surprise me if it weighed exactly as much.

It took me a while to even touch it. It sent a shiver through me when I did. It was mine alright, but way more sensitive than what I had before. I still had the same feeling as before locking the device. Horny without being able to physically express it. The dick, although thick, wasn’t erect. A small bead of precum did form at the end. How would I even masturbate such large dick. I grabbed it somewhere near the head with my right hand and started to move it back and forth. It just made the base part of the dick buckle and waved thin tendrils of precum around on the toilet floor.

I grabbed the base of the dick with my left hand and repeated the motion with my right hand. It was incredible. With all my frequent and varied dick play, I’ve never before come close to something feeling as good as this did. I probably spent a good five minutes doing this, but it only left me more horny and still with no erection.

So that was how it worked.

I washed my hands, grabbed my shorts, and paused. I picked these shorts to showcase my goods. My former goods. This dick would be noticed through sweat pants. How the fuck am I going to walk from this without being busted for indecent behavior? I pulled up the shorts, and as expected it showed my golf balls of testicles front and center, and the dick made its way down the shorts leg, and continued down the thigh. I grabbed the dick and pulled it up into the leg, and then arranged it horizontally towards my right. I made a few test steps. If I just readjusted the dick every 10 steps or so, this could work.

I stepped out of the restroom and walked towards our table. I could see several eyes on my shorts, and my constant adjusting only accentuated it. The friction and grabbing did nothing to calm my sexual feelings.

The table was deserted. On it was our two glasses. Mine still had a some beer in it, there was a note under his. I walked there and snatched the note.

“Go fuck yourself =)”