Day 90

I spent today without the cage and, subsequently, I was hard for a lot of it.  I must admit this was entirely my own fault.

I thought about K a lot today.  Mostly I thought about the way she would sometimes go to work without bothering with underwear.  I used to find this very exciting, as did the guy she was fucking at work!

One time I remember vividly was to a work Christmas party.  She wore a short cocktail dress, stockings and garters and nothing else.  She spent the evening teasing various guys by giving them little sneaky glimpses.  By the time she arrived home she was exhausted.  And not from dancing too much.

Her lack of pants was always handy when she wanted to fuck outside - in an alley, on a beach or in a park during the day.  She always used to wear skirts, making her ready for whatever happened along.

Anyway, thinking of this has kept me on edge all day.  Seeing as this marks day 90, I feel like it's a bit of a celebration.  I'm still not sure when it will end but I'm loving the suspense.

Day 89

Cage back on and feeling nice and secure.  I've found it works very well with my girlie sports pants.  Though it does sneak out the leg during the day.  Still, it prevents it from clattering around.

Sadly, it will have to come off later as I'm going out drinking and watching football.  Still, I can enjoy the security for a few hours at least.

I find it very hard to believe that I have not had an orgasm for 89 days.  Given the way they feel, my balls believe it.

Day 88

As I near the end of my self imposed chastity, my thoughts are almost all centred on my release.  After a brief email exchange with A yesterday, it is going to be delayed by about a week.  This rather depends on the outcome of the marble pick, of course.

A couple of replies to A's comments:

1. With 20,000 people at a football match (not all males, I hasten to add) I would assume that more than just me were in chastity.  Perhaps this is why the singing and chanting was so loud, laced with frustration.  I rather like to think that quite a few of them are cuckolds.  Visions of them at the football with their mates while some big stud is at home fucking their wife, fills me with great excitement.  I know she wasn't but I like to think A was one of the lucky women.
2. Regarding the fertility statue and A's 'it depends' makes me wonder what it depends on.  Regardless of her feeling she is not particularly fertile, I think she could look very enticing cast in the role of goddess.

The cage will return tomorrow after an extended period.  I couldn't be happier.

Day 87

The highlight of my day was being hit in the balls.   

I was standing in Starbucks, admiring the rather wonderful cleavage of a woman in a see through white skirt.  She was with a guy who, quite frankly, was a bit pathetic.  His shoulders were rounded, he hunched over and his pot belly was pretty gross.  He was a bit of a high talker and, at first, I thought he was gay but the way he manhandled her indicated they were quite clearly a couple.

She, on the other hand, was extremely sexy.  Her low cut top showed off her gorgeous breasts beautifully.  She had a very sexy mouth and her skirt showed off her white pants perfectly.  I couldn't help but stare.

They were waiting for their coffees and I was standing quite close, waiting for mine.  She was talking to him about something that had caused her to get quite animated.  Suddenly one of her hands sprung to life, lifting up from her side and struck me in the balls.

I doubled over, grabbing myself (as you do) and she suddenly started apologising.  My cock had started swelling so it was rather a good thing I had it covered.  She was half smiling as she tried to comfort me.

It was one of those weird situations where she wanted to touch me, giving solace, but, given the location of the injury, couldn't.  It was a bit embarrassing but I managed to assure her it was my fault for standing too close.  Then their coffees arrived and they left.

Sitting down, my balls still throbbing, my erection almost complete, I wondered why this had turned me on.  I figured it was because I have been so long without an orgasm.  I do rather like mild ball torture but it doesn't generally give me an erection; rather, I feel excited inside.  Another reason could be the completely unexpected nature of it.  Effectively, a woman I quite fancied had touched my balls.  Clearly I enjoyed this a lot.

Day 85

I'm not sure when I'll be getting a release as time is running out and I'm not certain when I'll get to see A next!  Today I couldn't wear the cage so have tried not to think about it.  Each time I do, I start getting an erection.  Damned annoying.

Found this at the V&A today.  Wondered whether A would let me photograph her like this.

Day 84

I had to spend a day without the cage yesterday but, as I was drinking and going to a football game, I figured it would be fine.  It was.

The only interesting thing all day was a guy sitting on the Tube in work shorts, boots and t-shirt.  He was clearly coming home from work - I think he was a plasterer, judging from the dust on him.  He was sitting, legs apart, reading the paper.  He was also directly opposite me.

Poking out of one leg of his shorts were his balls.  I'm pretty sure he was unaware of showing himself off.  They weren't particularly massive but then, he was sitting down and they weren't dangling.  It was quite difficult to judge the real size.

I watched his balls, fascinated.  I was aware of a girl sitting next to me who had also spotted them.  She had a smirk on her face.  That made me quite jealous.  I wanted to show her my balls and say "Here, smirk at these as well!"

I didn't get to bed until very late and was lying in bed half dreaming in that moment just before sleep.  I had been thinking about A in a dress and this led to the following fantasy:

We were in a pub, in a secluded little snug, sitting together.  As we sat and talked, I lightly placed my right hand on her knee, slipping it softly beneath her dress.  I gently stroke her leg, trailing my fingers up and down.  Her legs slowly parted, allowing me higher access.  My fingers continued climbing, touching, lightly scratching until I felt a heat between her legs.  I moved from her skin to the cotton of her pants, rubbing up and down, feeling her wetness.

A grabbed my hand without removing it, trying to stop me.  I leant close and asked her if she was enjoying it.  She nodded.  I assured her that no-one could see us and she should just take the pleasure.  She released my hand and I moved on to her clitoris, rubbing, rolling, pinching.

I rather enjoyed that.

Day 82

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Day 81

I can certainly vouch for the fact that I have a cycle.  Today there was nothing.  The frustration from yesterday was merely a wall I had to get over.  I'm guessing the period is every 10-11 days, although this could be skewed by my long abstinence.

That's not to say I wasn't aware of my chastity all day - I keep thinking about having my balls bashed, for instance, inexplicably thinking this would be exciting - but I wasn't anywhere near as bad as yesterday.

I have been reading about spoiled orgasms, something that by essence would not be very satisfying.  It's sort of like milking except it involves masturbation (or penetrative sex) to the point of ejaculation.  As the feeling of orgasm is reached, all manipulation of the penis stops and it is left to dribble out the ejaculate.  DEFINITELY not satisfying.

Men speak of this in hushed tones because it keeps the frustration while emptying the balls.  As an end to chastity it is very mechanical and takes away any pleasure from the act, the idea being that immediately after the spoiled orgasm, the man is once more locked up.  It is really a female domination technique rather than mere chastity.

I have to admit that this does not fill me with excitement.  When the time is up, I just want to feel the whole thing and hope it is very intense - the second one rather than the first.  Mind you, on days like today, I think anything A decides would be fine.  Days like yesterday, however, are a very different proposition.

Day 80

This has been the worst day so far.  I really wanted to have the cage on to stop any contact.  I have had to totally avoid any porn and keep my thoughts on other things.

I feel like I'm on the edge of ejaculation.  I only need a little push (pull, squeeze, grip) and it would come gushing out of me.

Last night my dreams were all over the place - snippets of various fantasies - and I woke with a throbbing erection.

If men do have orgasm cycles then this is the peak of one of mine!  I feel like I could come for hours.  Obviously I am aware that I would come within a minute and it would be over in seconds.

Day 79

I seriously wanted to masturbate today.  It's getting close.  I can feel it.  Feeling it just makes it worse.  I need to leave it alone when the cage is having a few days off.

Day 78

A day in the cage which meant a day in a pinch.  I was sitting, happily, at my PC, researching away, not realising that the cage had slipped down the side of my leg.  This isn’t normally a problem since, normally, I have shorts on but in jeans, this can be quite another matter.

Sitting in the same position is fine.  Then you move and the pinching begins.  You try and adjust the cage in the tight confines of the denim but this merely moves your balls into a position that causes them more than a little discomfort.

Now the discomfort I actually enjoy – although I can do this without the cage – but the pinching drives me crazy.

Highlight of the day was sending A an image and being told I did the right thing without being prompted.  I was glad because I wasn’t sure whether she’d want me to or not.

Sadly, the cage came off at 3:30pm as I left for home though I made sure my balls were well placed in my jeans so I’d be uncomfortable on the way.  If you get them just right, while sitting on the train, you can push your legs together every now and then and delight in the mild pain.  It makes me imagine how much fun it would be if a woman was sitting on my lap, squashing them properly.  I also thought about A whacking my balls when I'm not expecting it.  This gave me an unnecessary erection.

I realised something today:  chastity is like alcohol, the longer it lasts, the sexier people get.  I find myself mentally drooling over people and body parts which normally I would ignore.  I caught myself trying to look down the cleavage of a granny today just because she was bending over and her dress was the slightest bit loose at the top.  Of course I couldn’t see anything and I’m not sure whether I’d have liked it anyway but it didn’t stop me trying.

Given what I wrote about my balls, I think sexual acts start to become more diverse as well.

Day 76

It's interesting how quickly the body adjusts to changes in condition.  The first few nights spent in the cage are very difficult, with lots of waking up as my erections try to force apart the bars of the cage.  I rarely get a good night's sleep during these initial nights.  Then, all of a sudden, it's as if the body realises and just stops doing it.  Night time erections cease and sleep is easy.

Even quicker is the realisation that there is no longer an impediment when the cage is not worn.  Like this time.  I had to remove the cage this afternoon (it will be off for the next four days although I might wear it at work on Friday) and, after the initial erection of freedom, it didn't really shrink for a while.

I know that I will wake up with a healthy erection especially as I'll be thinking about A being taken by a woman wearing a strap on (I already have a woman in mind) due to her reports of a vivid dream concerning it.  Obviously I will be the passive observer.

Speaking of A, I feel a great sense of relief that she is back.  I know that sounds odd as there'll be no relief for 14 days (at least) but it's the relief of shared knowledge.

Day 75

I'm very jealous as it would appear that A is watching penises somewhere in Greece.  Or so she intimated with a text.

Apart from that...the fast lasted the full 24 hours and I didn't expire with hunger.  Actually I felt quite good this morning and may keep it up.  Once a week that is.

I'm not so sure about Dr Ruhan, though.  A large part of his method is dependent on vitamin supplements, herbs and hormone replacement.  Add to this the special diet, walking 25 miles and reading the bible every day and I'm starting to think it's all a bit exhausting.  Mind you, I'm going to try his method of orgasm without ejaculation which is, basically, edging and getting used to it.  He claims that once you've mastered it and you manage to fuck for 30 minutes without ejaculating, it gets a lot easier.  Given I'm generally far too quick, this can only be a good thing.

Now, the nine levels of female orgasm, as interpreted from the Tao Book of Sexology by the good doctor:

1. The woman breathes heavily
2. The woman becomes oral and extends to the man, her tongue
3. She becomes more active and grasps the man tightly
4. Vaginal spasms make secretions flow more freely – this is the point at which most women identify as ‘having and orgasm’ and men consider they have serviced her well.  After a brief retreat followed by proper stimulation, the woman can continue.
5. The joints loosen and she may bite
6. She moves more and wraps herself around the man, trying to draw him closer
7. She becomes frantic and will cry, sometimes the lips and hands go numb
8. Her muscles relax completely and breathing my pause or slow followed by moans or screams.
9. She experiences the ‘little death’ and totally collapses.  She may ejaculate; she may wonder if she can stand.  She is completely drained.

I'd be interested in A's input on these seeing as she's highly orgasmic and very experienced in these womanly things.

Day 74

The black and white marbles arrived today.  They look rather ominous.

I really like the idea of using them to determine whether I come or not.  With these, I have a one in three chance of release.  Of course, if I pick black, another black is added for the next draw reducing my chances to one in four.

Naturally, I want A to make the rules for the marbles.  It really excites me to think she has control over my release in this way.  I will let her decide whether we'll start with two black and one white or another combination that she prefers.  I think it would be better if she picks the marble.  She will also decide how long I have to wait in the event that she picks out a black marble.

Back to Dr Runel...he maintains that to ensure long lasting erections and prowess, a man should fast once a week.  That's no food for 24 hours, just water (though he does allow coffee or tea for people addicted to them).  He suggests, if the man feels hungry, he should have a glass of water then go for a long walk.  I have decided to give this a try and, therefore, have decided that Monday is my fast day.  I had two pieces of toast for breakfast and that will be it until tomorrow at 9am.

Speaking of walking, he also instructs that a man should walk at least 25 miles a week, on average.  This part is easy.  I worked out my average and it is easily 25 miles.

Day 73

My balls are aching and my penis seems to be on the edge of explosion.

OK, that may be a bit dramatic but it feels like my penis could burst into life with the lightest of touch and my balls feel full...metaphorically speaking of course.

Being a weekend, I have not been wearing the cage which makes it very difficult.  I find myself grabbing my bits unconsciously which makes me start to harden.

Day 72

I am presently reading a book by Charles Runel (MD) describing a system of male sexual improvement called Integrative Sex Transmutation.  I've downloaded the PDF version which a kind person linked to in the Chastity Forum (thank you).

In a nutshell, Dr Runel has outlined a way to maintain erections, increase libido and generally improve a man's sex life, regardless of age and lifestyle.  I'm only halfway through but basically he has collected information from old texts and added his own findings to create an Idiot's Guide to better sex.

The central tenet appears to be that sexual energy is dispelled by the act of ejaculation.  He believes that this energy should be maintained by enjoying sex, penetrative as well as not, without ejaculation and then be poured into other areas of  man's life.  He advocates orgasm without ejaculation except at the end of a man's sex cycle.  In a way, he believes in chastity.

A man's sex cycle is, according to Dr Runel, a period of time determined by age.  Roughly, a man should divide his age by 5 to work out when his cycle is complete.  For instance, in my case, it would be 11 days.  Dr Runel claims that I should only ejaculate every 11 days.

To work out when this cycle starts and finishes, he advises that a man should have a full ejaculation then wait until the need to ejaculate returns.  During this period of abstinence, he writes that it is important for a man to not think about sex, pouring the latent energy into other areas of life - sport, creativity, work, etc.  A simple mark on a calendar then charts the progress.

He also promises how to teach the reader to orgasm without ejaculation.  I'm very interested in how this can be achieved and will report on it as soon as I get to it in the book.

The book is for men (he warns women NOT to practice any of the exercises as it could be dangerous) but he does venture into female sexuality as a guide for the reader.  He speaks, early on, about the 9 levels of female orgasm, claiming that when a man lasts a very long time without ejaculation, it is easier for a female to achieve her full quotient of pleasure.

He promises that a man can have full penetrative sex with his partner, giving her a lot of pleasure then, while she recovers, go for a jog in order to 'transmute' his sexual energy in order to start again if his partner so wishes.  I'd be interested to know whether A has been through all 9 levels!  He promises to discuss all 9 levels in greater depth later on.

While very interesting, the doctor is, clearly, a committed Christian and I find myself skipping over any sentences that mention god, priests and/or religion.  Still, regardless of this, so far it is a very interesting read and I look forward to reporting on my later findings.

I have been toying with maintaining this blog beyond the 90 day mark, chronicling my sexual moods and adventures.  If I do, then Dr Runel's book may come in for some extensive testing!

Day 71

What a pleasant dream I had last night.  Actually, that’s not exactly true.  It started off pleasant enough but then turned into a bit of a nightmare which woke me up.  The nightmare involved lots of chasing and scary creatures (I think I’ve been watching far too much stuff about the riots) and had nothing to do with the pleasant bit.  So, I’m just going to ignore the nightmare.

The pleasant bit obviously sprang from the text message I had from A yesterday when she said she’d need to inspect the cage.  In the dream, which took place at her house, she had me strip then, as I stood in the middle of the room she circled me.  She even gave me a good sharp smack on the bum in passing, which I found quite enjoyable.

She then grabbed the cage and started yanking on it as if testing that it was secure.  She wasn’t being gentle about it either.  Seemingly satisfied that it wasn’t going to fall off, she then decided to inspect my balls, which by now had become very tightly squeezed beneath the cage ring.  She commiserated with me that they looked sore and full.

I’d like to say things continued from there but they didn’t.  Maybe I heard a noise outside and instantly my brain switched to the nightmare.  Who knows.  Suffice to say I not only woke with a fright but also a straining erection.

Day 70

So, I have reached my previous PB.  I sent A a text saying just '70'.  The next 20 days are uncharted territory for me.  A said she'll have to give me an inspection when she returns.  This is a very exciting thought and will keep me going for a few days...at least!

Day 69

I miss A.  I get an occasional text (today it was a photo of beer and breasts) but it isn’t the same.  This shouldn’t sound completely sexual.  Really I miss our communication; emails and texts and sometimes lunch.  If I was to be very honest, I also miss her reading this blog!

The thing with a blog that takes quite a bit of getting used to is the readership.  Or the seeming lack of one.  Of course, this isn’t anything new.  A journalist has no idea whether people read his/her pieces in papers and magazines.  Somehow, though, a blog is different.  It almost becomes like you’re talking to yourself. 

Fortunately, I don’t mind talking to myself.  I also find it a great outlet to talk about sex.  Like today, returning home from London on the train.  I find myself thinking about giving A a full body massage, exploring every inch of her body, soothing her muscles with warm oils and my hands.

I can see her body beneath me, feel her soft, warm skin.  My fingers unlock her taught muscles, ease the aching.  I concentrate on the part of the body I am massaging, looking closely, examining it all, enjoying the soft undulations, the sexuality beneath my fingers.

In my mind, I do not wear the cage – it was a bit of a hindrance last time – but my lacy jock strap.  This keeps my hardening cock out of the way but free to get erect and soften as it chooses.

I had to stop writing at that point because a woman beside me was getting far too interested in my screen!  I caught her reading a couple of times and she didn’t seem to approve.  I thought it best to finish up and turn the netbook off.

Here's a perfect example of what I was saying yesterday about seeing things that aren't there.  I was walking across Waterloo bridge and stopped to take a photo of the river.  A couple walked passed me and the woman was wearing a tight pair of white jeans.  As I had the camera on and ready, I turned it towards her rear and snapped this photo:

I watched her bottom closely and by the time we reached the other side of the river, I would swear I could see her pants!  Actually, if you zoom in, all you can see is a very faint VPL.

See what this madness is doing to me?

In the interests of silliness, I took this shot this afternoon.  I call it 'Hairy Woman Sunbathing' and place it in the Things I Can't Blip category.

Day 68

The frustration is at its greatest in the afternoons.  I find that, after the initial waking straining erection, I can easily get through the morning as this is when I tend to perform all of my ‘chores’.  Most afternoons are spent in the garden which gives me time to think.  Thinking tends to focus on the cage.  This is generally caused by my constant movements.

This frustration, and the gardening make my mind wander onto sexual subjects which only increase the frustration.  I don’t remember it being so bad last time (I also have no idea how people can stay locked up for a year) but then I wasn’t writing about it every day either.  Of course, the simple act of writing about my day also increases the frustration.

I’m not saying this is a bad thing.  This feeling of hopelessness is, in itself, very sexual.  It feels a little bit like a very long period of foreplay.  Interestingly, when it comes time for release, the orgasm won’t be ‘amazing’ or ‘the best I’ve ever had’.  Actually, it will probably be a bit below par, given that it will happen quite quickly.  What will be great is the sense of relief.

After the 70 days, I masturbated every day for a while afterwards.  In fact, after coming in the afternoon, I went home and masturbated again.  This is very rare for me.  I think this sudden spate of frequency comes from the fact that I haven’t been able to for so long.  I rather feel for men who are locked up immediately afterwards for another prolonged period. 

At the same time, this is also an exciting thought.  It takes the pleasure away from the man and becomes a mere emptying or milking: a function of the body.  Particularly if it is the result of masturbation rather than penetration. 

I can understand how an orgasm achieved from penetration after a long period of chastity would be fantastic, particularly if the man is ordered to wait by the keyholder.  That unique feeling of being held inside another person, the heat, the pressure…it would be extremely difficult to hold on.

I have also noted that I seem to see more sexual things.  Not because they’re there or even because they’re overly sexual but because my mind is telling me they are.  I wonder if this is the sort of feeling Victorian men went through when they glimpsed an ankle or throat.

Today, for instance, I spent a long time staring at a woman walking in front of me.  She was wearing a flouncy white cotton skirt that was moving with the breeze.  The longer I stared the more convinced I became that I could see through it.  At one point the sun shone through and I realised she had a petticoat on underneath which made it impossible to see anything other than the petticoat!  What a sad old perv I’m becoming.

Day 67

UPDATE:  The cage had to come off on Saturday and not returned until this morning.  I was also a little bit busy and unable to blog.  Not that there was anything to blog about.

This morning, I had great difficulty replacing the cage.  I had a semi that refused to go down.  I tried cold water, thinking about really non-sexual things, ice...nothing worked.  I decided I'd just have to ignore it for a bit, wait for it to shrivel and then stage a surprise attack.

This actually worked surprisingly well.  To be honest, I completely forgot about it. I spent some time in the garden, weeding when I popped inside to go to the loo.  The cage was sitting by the sink.  I was very small.  It went on as easy as anything.

Of course it then became quite angry about being tricked so easily but it was too late.  With every increase in size, the cage just felt tighter.

Seriously though, I have felt very frustrated all day.  I started thinking that it would be very easy to just masturbate.  That it was my own challenge anyway.  Maybe I could even pretend I hadn't when A checked.  But this was all madness.  It was just a test.  The old 67 day hurdle.

I remain intact and clearly in extreme frustration.

Day 64

I was very brave today.  I have been daring myself to wear white cotton trousers to work while wearing the cage.  And I did today.

It felt really obvious and I was conscious of it all day.  It wasn't such a problem when standing up but when I sat down, I felt it was just shining out like a beacon.  I have no idea whether anyone spotted it or not but just the thought struck terror (and a huge dollop of excitement) through me.

Here it is with me sitting down.

Now I think that's obvious.

Day 63

A quiet day with nothing to report.  It rained, I did housework, I wore the cage.  How boring!!

Day 62

I had a rather lucid dream last night (or early this morning) which, I assume, was brought on by my excessive sexual thoughts during the day.  It featured K in a scene that never happened when we were together.  The only reason I woke up was the fact that my erection was trying to rip open the cage, causing a LOT of pain.

In the dream, I was a casual observer.  By that I mean I wasn't there but watched it all like a movie.  The whole dream took place in the flat we rented in Lane Cove many, many years ago.  It was the scene of quite a few rampant sexcapades!

At the beginning, K is busy tidying up.  She is wearing a long t-shirt.  [This is what she generally wore around the flat and she was nearly always naked underneath.]

There is a knock at the door and K opens it.  A guy walks in.  K greets him with a smile, takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom.  He takes out his wallet and lays some money on a bedside table.  K takes the money and puts it in a drawer.  She then lifts the t-shirt over her head.  She is, indeed, naked underneath.

The man likes what he sees and walks around her, gently stroking her in various places.  He tweaks her nipples, making them hard.. 

He then bends her over, takes his (big) cock out and proceeds to fuck her doggie style.  It doesn't take long and there is nothing said throughout.  He comes with a series of grunts, pumping into her, his hands pulling her waist towards him.  When he’s finished, he pulls out, tucks himself away and leaves the flat.

Almost as soon as he leaves, there was another knock at the door.  This time K answers the door naked and lets in another guy and the whole thing is repeated.  This happens a number of times – dreams are always a bit hazy when it comes to accurate figures, I find – until, finally, I walk in the door having come home from work.

K is in the bedroom, counting the money in the drawer.  I give her a hug and a kiss and then lay her on the bed.  I strip out of my clothes and slowly slip my erection into her.  She feel hot and sticky and that’s when I woke up!  Damn it.

Anyway, when I say we never did that during our time together, I did get to enter her once after her boyfriend had finished.  It felt fantastic (although K didn’t feel very much) but was sadly, never repeated.  I guess that’s why I woke up.  The guys paying to fuck her scenario, was pure fantasy and I just enjoyed watching but the sloppy seconds was different.  I know how great it feels.  I’m guessing it was this that set my cock to swelling and caused me to wake up.

Actually, typing it has also caused a certain amount of swelling and pain!

Day 61

The thought of being teased by A has kept me pretty much excited all day!  This constant excitement has meant lots of memories from long ago bubbling up to surface.  I will relate one, thus ensuring my level of excitement remains.  This excitement, of course, equals frustration.

Many years ago (when I was about 20) I performed in musical comedy.  After a performance of The Flower Drum Song, I went back to a cast party at a flat owned by one of the chorus.  As it turned out, there was only about 10 of us and the guy that owned the flat, a keen photographer, (Warrick, I think his name was) decided to have a lovely legs competition.

Warrick put up a sheet and had us all pose behind it with just our legs on show.  In order to make it fair, we all had to put on tights and high heels.  Of the 10, 8 were dancers (all women) and the remaining 2 were just actors (me and another guy).  So we all posed and Warrick snapped away.

Naturally everyone was drinking and singing and generally doing what a bunch of actors do at an after show party so it was all a lot of fun.  Anyway, at one stage, Warrick asked me if I was circumcised.  I was a bit taken aback by the question.  In Australia most males are circumcised after birth but me, being English, was not.  I said I was not and asked why.  He smiled and took me into his bedroom.

The room was full of cocks.  Mostly photographs lining the walls but also plaster models arranged along the mantelpiece over the fire.  It was incredible.  He said he'd been 'collecting' them for years.  He had a darkroom and printed them himself.  He asked me if I'd pose for him.  I was drunk: I said yes.

A few days later I found myself standing naked in his living room as he snapped away at my cock.  He wanted it hard and soft, foreskin covering the head and pulled well back.  He took shots of it grasped in my hand and swinging free.  I must have been there three hours.  I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it.

At a later party at Warrick's, he took me into his bedroom and showed me my portrait.  It was a study in black and white and looked excellent.  I was semi hard, my foreskin just starting to be retracted.  It looked ready for action.

This was a long time before digital photography and I'm pretty sure I'd never seen a photograph of a cock before.  I thought it looked pretty good.  I like to think of Warrick, now an old man, still enchanted by his many, many cocks.

Incidentally, the lovely legs photograph was judged by three people and I won, two votes to one!  The dancers in the line up were not impressed!  Particularly as one of the judges was the choreographer.

Day 60

The last time I spent a long time in chastity, the original plan was for 60 days and, although it went on to 70 in the end, I still see this as a massive benchmark.  It also marks two thirds of the way.  Maybe that's why I've felt horny all day, something I've not felt for a while.  I think that's due to a lack of teasing.

I've read on the forum how most chastity enduring guys get a fair amount of teasing during their confinement.  It seems that this keeps them on edge.  For me it comes in waves rather than something that's always there.

Today, for instance, I kept thinking about memorable sex moments in my life.  Of course, these just made me worse but, while I enlarged and gloried in them, they did arrive more or less unbidden.  Though, I guess, not really:  is my chastity the catalyst?  I think it most definitely is.

When not in chastity, these sorts of thoughts would get me horny and I'd just go and masturbate.  Job done.  Wearing a cage, on the other hand, and grabbing it, just hurts my balls.