It’d been an entire month and Jack had still yet to see his new Master. Every Tuesday and Friday, he’d gone over to Dustin’s place, locked and plugged, wearing nothing but a jockstrap, gym shorts, and a t-shirt, carrying a bag of toys to be used against him.... 

Jack had met Dustin online and they’d chatted non-stop for several days. He’d been wanting to be locked in chastity long term, but always struggled without accountability and consistently having someone to service sexually as a distraction to his own frustration. 

Dustin was the perfect man for the job. Though Jack had never met him or seen his face, they seemed to have a lot in common, especially sexually. 

Jack had always been a submissive bottom. He wanted to feel used and degraded all the time, while still being constantly denied. Dustin on the other hand, enjoyed degrading boys like Jack, and loved watching them struggle. 

Dustin had been very clear with Jack, that he wouldn’t dare fuck him until he’d been locked in chastity for at least a month. He wanted Jack begging for it and leaking constantly at the thought. He knew that by keeping Jack locked and denied, he’d only grow hungrier for more.

Because of this, they made plans that every Tuesday and Friday for the next month, Jack would come to service Dustin however he wanted, and would remain locked the entire month. 

To help with the tease and denial, Dustin also informed Jack he’d be keeping him completely hooded for each of the visits. He felt that Jack would need to earn the right to see his face, and that it wasn’t necessary in order to serve him. 

For Dustin, the face of his slave boy was irrelevant as long as he could access the mouth. It helped reiterate the object status anyhow. Plus, he always felt Jack should want to service someone because that’s his place, not just because he finds them attractive.

Their first meeting was quite simple, Dustin had left the door unlocked and went to sit in the other room. He’d ordered Jack to enter and immediately strip down to just a jock. 

Once stripped, Jack pulled the blindfold hood over his eyes, plunging himself into darkness. He’d never met Dustin, yet somehow he was content and loved the exposure and suspense. 

Jack kneeled on all fours on the carpet just like he’d been told to do. Hands behind his back with his only two keys to the chastity cage he wore in his hands. His mind was racing as he patiently waited for the footsteps. 

Once Dustin entered the room, he couldn’t believe his eyes. In front of him, just as he’d ordered, was Jack. The mid twenties, hooded slave boy, wearing nothing but a jock on his knees. 

Dustin walked closer, slowly inspecting his body. He could see the outline of the chastity cage through the tight jockstrap. But just to be safe, Dustin slowly moved his foot forward, giving a gentle nudge to Jack's balls. 

Jack let out a subtle gasp of enjoyment from the touch. He’d locked on his chastity cage just an hour ago and knew it would be a month before it came off. He’d never gone more than a few days, so this was an exciting step for him. 

Dustin slowly worked his way around Jack, leaning down to find the 2 chastity keys in his hands. He slowly bent down toward them, but instead of picking them up, he reached right past them, giving a nice push on the butt plug seated in Jack's hole. 

Jack enjoyed the light press of the plug, and was already straining in his chastity cage, despite the tight jockstrap. He couldn’t believe his keys were seconds away from being gone, and he’d be locked for a month with no way out. 

Dustin knew Jack would be perfect purely based on the fact that this hooded boy never missed a beat, arriving locked and plugged to donate himself eagerly. 

He reached into Jack's hands and pulled out the chastity keys, slowly slipping them into a lockbox on a nearby shelf. 

Jack could hear the clicks of the box and knew exactly what was happening. No matter what, he’d be locked tight and denied now. His mind was racing, wondering what Dustin had in store for him for the next month. Especially, since he wouldn’t be fucking him until then.

Dustin slowly returned, opening the bag of toys Jack had brought. He pulled out the cuffs and tightly secured Jack’s hands behind his back. 

Reality continued to set in for Jack as he was led down the hall onto a cold tile floor and leaned against the wall. Dustin pulled a urinal gag over Jack's head and secured it tightly. 

Though Jack knew exactly what was about to happen, somehow it felt different being the first day of such a long sentence. 

Jack waited expecting a stream of piss but instead he heard the shower. Dustin stepped into the shower, leaving Jack as nothing but a urinal waiting in the corner, completely dehumanized and ignored. 

Several minutes went by before Dustin exited the shower and fumbled around in the bathroom a bit. Finally, just when Jack was beginning to lose interest, he felt the stream of piss hit the funnel. 

The strong load of piss trickled its way into Jack’s mouth and he quickly gulped it down. It certainly wasn’t light but it wasn’t the strongest he’d ever drank. 

Jack finished swallowing the piss and eagerly awaited his next task. After about 10 minutes he began to realize, there wasn’t another task. 

Every 15 minutes or so, Dustin would walk into the bathroom, spit into the gag, and leave. Jack would be left completely denied with stale piss and spit marinating in his mouth. 

Once an hour or so, Dustin would return to piss, but then leave Jack completely untouched again, as nothing more than a literal urinal. 

Jack couldn’t believe it, he’d finally found someone to lock him and use him, yet they hadn’t even touched him in 2 hours.

Time slowly drifted on for Jack as he tried his best to be comfortable. Finally, Dustin returned for his final usage of Jack's urinal gag. As he finished, he watched the last of the piss swirl down. 

Dustin slowly removed the gag from Jack and tilted his head back to ensure every drop had been swallowed. He let a big glob of spit out right into Jack's mouth and ordered him to swallow. 

Jack obediently followed the instructions, waiting for further ones. Dustin leaned his forward and unclipped his arms, freeing them one at a time. 

Suddenly, Dustin slid Jack’s bag across the floor towards him, despite Jack still being hooded and unknowing of his surroundings. 

“Clean yourself up and get out. You’ve done good, boy, and I look forward to seeing you again in a few days.” 

Dustin’s words shocked Jack. He’d never been used as just a urinal and sent home. He didn’t expect to get fucked but he hadn’t gotten used any other way. It was so degrading and left him completely denied.

Jack quickly cleaned himself up and left, without ever seeing Dustin on the way out.

TO BE CONTINUED...