15 Months in Chastity
36M, gay and single. The other day, I reached 15 months in chastity, full time and self locked.
I began the journey to learn to be a better bottom and enjoy that position more. I also was interested in exploring prolonged periods without ejaculation after consistently jerking off 1-2 times a day. I found that when my cock couldn’t be touched and couldn’t get erect by wearing specialized jockstraps that pretty much acted like a temporary chastity device, the act of bottoming felt better and was a more enjoyable experience. Then someone suggested chastity to me.
I first challenged myself to a weekend, then a week, then a month. Finally, six months, which felt like an eternity. Then I decided to go for a year.
It has been a fun, challenging, aching, explorative, and intoxicating 15 months. A rollercoaster of emotions, temptations, and desires. It’s taught me more about self control and discipline than anything else.
I do everything I did when I wasn’t in a cage. I go to the gym every day and shower and sauna (with shorts or underwear on). I go to work like normal. I ride a motorcycle. I’ve flown a couple times, and the cage comes off long enough to get through TSA. I remove the cage once a week to shave around where the device sits, otherwise I prefer to keep the hair on my body.
Some men are super into it when we hook up. Some men are completely turned off by it and decide to cancel. Some are neutral or want to learn more.
We all get into chastity for different reasons and no reason is right or wrong, better or worse. I’m a masculine dude inside and outside the bedroom. Sissification is not my jam but doesn’t mean it’s wrong, just not for me. I have no key holder. I don’t think of myself as less of a man than the men who fuck me. I’ve taught tops how to be better tops and more pleasurable to bottoms in the process.
There have been many days (and nights) when I’ve wanted nothing more than to unlock and beat out what I imagine would be a monstrous load. Someday, I’m sure I will. Nothing is forever, but never say never. While I don’t intimately track my number of days or have a new goal in mind for how long I stay locked up, unlocking these days feels a bit like giving up at a game I now enjoying playing with myself.