Chastity

Author's Note: i hate gil

Gil huffed in pleasure as Bijou rode his cock. His grip on her nylon clad thighs was tight. Eagerly, he thrust his hips into her velvet heat only for the worst to happen. Steadily, the blood rushed away from his cock and it began to soften. The bouncing thrusts she gave slowed down to a stop. Her eyebrows knitted together as her bee stung lips pursed out into a pout.

“Really?” she muttered as she pulled herself off of her sort-of boyfriend’s cock. His now limp cock slipped out of her and flopped against his stomach, cold and unfulfilled. He didn’t even get to cum. “This... keeps happening whenever we meet up. Am... Am I doing something wrong?”

Panic pulsed through the brunet as his sort-of girlfriend continued to pout above him. “N-no!” He threw his hands up in the air. “It’s... You’re great. You’re not doing anything wrong. It’s... um...” He sucked in a shaky breath before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

The woman slowly nodded. “...I-I guess.”

Another deep breath.

“...I might’ve... I might’ve been...” God, this was fucking embarrassing. Their visits had grown less and less frequent as both finals and his thesis’ due date grew closer. When he and Bijou first got together, he didn’t bother masturbating. At least, not nearly as much. Gil Hicks was still Gil Hicks, of course. With the stress of school work and the woman on top of him not being around as much so he could focus hanging above his head, he fell back into his particularly nasty habit of jerking off every other hour after classes. Between classes as well. Whenever he could. “Jerkingoffmorethanusual.”

She blinked.

“What?”

“I... I’ve been... I’ve been really stressed out lately. So, I’ve been... y’know... m-m-masturbating... Masturbating a lot!”

She blinked again.

“Oh.”

Once more, his hands threw themselves up in the air. “D-don’t get me wrong! It’s not ‘cause I’m bored of us! I-I’ve been thinking about you every time I do it!”

“How often?”

“Huh?”

“How... how often have you been... You know...” Bijou’s violet-blue eyes flickered away from him as her hand lifted up to make a stroking motion. His cock twitched at the sight. “That...?”

He swallowed. Was this a trick question? Did she find it disgusting? Arousing? He could never tell what Bijou was thinking. Still, it was better to be honest, he figured. “I...” He rubbed the back of his head. “I guess at least... five times a day.”

Bijou sighed. Slowly, she peeled herself off his lap and made her way to her duffle bag tucked in the corner of the dingy motel room. The tinkling of metal against metal rang in Gil’s ears as she came back. A small metal object that clinked as she gently shook it back and forth. An apologetic smile spread itself across her painted lips. “Sorry,” she began. “I... I figured this was gonna happen. So. Alyce... got me one of these.”

Smoothly, she crawled back onto his lap and the object glinted in the flickering motel room light. His eyes widened as panic pulsed through his system. He flailed. “W-w-wait! You can’t be serious. This is just a joke right?” he cried out as she tried to pin him down with one of her legs as her hands busily worked on slipping the chastity cage onto his soft prick. “B-Bee!”

“It...It’s for your own good, Gil,” she whispered as she stuffed his cock into the little chamber and clicked the lock shut. Another apologetic flashed across her lovely features. He whimpered as the cold sensation of stainless steal bit into his flesh. “You’re wasting a bunch of time on stupid stuff like that... You should be studying. It’s why we can’t hang out as much anymore. Now it’s affecting the time we spend together...” She sighed. “Once you hand in your thesis, I’ll give you the key.”

He balked. “Th-that’s... that’s two months from now...”

She smiled. “You better work hard then.”

Gil whimpered as his cock throbbed with need. He scribbled in his notes as it continued to thump against the thick metal. His eyes squeezed themselves shut. Pants fell from his mouth as he crossed his legs. God, this was grueling. It had been a week since he had last seen his sort-of girlfriend. True to Bee’s word, she did not give him the key to unlock the device. She even toyed with him by wearing the key around her neck, even in public. No one knew what it was for. He did. That didn’t make it any better though.

Precum drooled from his caged cock and threatened to seep through his slacks.

He had gotten too used to masturbating whenever he wanted or needed to, clearly. Yes, it was a bad habit but did it really warrant such a caustic response?

It was kinda hot though. In an extremely fucked up way.

The taste of Bijou’s pussy seemed stronger, tangier and almost delicious as she rode his face. Her thighs quaked beside his skull as his hands squeezed her trim thighs. As usual, his cock twitched and throbbed inside his cage. Breathy moans and high-pitched whines bounced off the motel room walls. Her back arched as she pushed her plush ass against his face. The scent of her arousal and sweat clouded his mind.

God, Gil was so turned on.

Yet, he couldn’t do a thing.

The weight of his sort-of girlfriend on his face was comforting but did little to distract him from the building pressure in his prick. It had been three weeks since he had last orgasmed. The longest he had gone without masturbating, at that. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if he at least got to get off with Bijou during their visit... but, of course, she neglected to bring the key with her when he picked her up.

Oh well. It was only a few more weeks, at least.