The humiliation and embarrassment of gay chastity.docx

chasyity stories

1. The humiliation and embarrassment
of gay chastity
My distant online mentor has decided to humiliate me once again in front of more
people. He instructed me to wear the same clothes to church today: tight, light blue
girl's SoFEE shorts and a revealing sheer thong. Last night, he locked me up and
inserted a butt plug, increasing my anticipation for today.
Troubles during a Church Visit
I walked 1.2 miles to reach the church, wearing all those clothes and arriving around
8:30 in the morning. Throughout the entire journey, the chastity device in my nether
regions rubbed against my prostate, causing an unusually strong erection and an
unprecedented release of semen. It was embarrassing because the chastity device
was clearly visible in the front of my shorts. As soon as I reached the church, I
headed straight to the restroom to assess the extent of the leakage. I glanced down
at the wet stain on the front of my tight-fitting light blue cotton shorts, caused by
prostate fluid. The translucent underwear failed to capture what was dripping from
my clitoris and cage. On Wednesday, after noticing people staring at my bulge and
the damp area, I attempted to keep my hands in front of my groin for the rest of
the time, so as not to draw attention. My master instructed me to keep my hands
by my sides, unless they were occupied with something else. Today, there were

2. approximately 80 people present, and I knew they would notice. As I walked out of
the restroom, I felt extremely humiliated.
Church Lunch and Awkward Encounters
Finally mustering up the courage, I went out to start helping with lunch preparations
at the church. About twelve church members were busy preparing food for the
community lunch. Immediately, I noticed Miller was there. He's a 19-year-old,
attractive straight guy who has been the focus of many of my fantasies. He and his
just-turned-18-year-old brother, Hunter, are the two sexiest people I've ever seen.
However, Hunter wasn't there, which disappointed me. As I looked at Miller, I could
feel my clitoris (cock) in the chastity cage throbbing and a significant amount of
pre-cum flowing out. I knew he had a girlfriend, whom I had seen at church, and
she had a big chest and was wearing an inappropriate short skirt.
I began cutting and plating the five coconut cakes I had made on Wednesday, not
paying much attention to anything except occasionally stealing glances at Miller,
thinking about how sexy he was. If it weren't for this stupid chastity cage, I would
probably have gone to the restroom to masturbate, thinking about him. While I was
doing this, Miller's mother, Cassie, came over and started talking to me, but all I
could think about was how thirsty Miller and I were. Then I noticed her looking at
my groin while she spoke, with a smile on her face. I felt my face flush and turn red.
A few minutes later, Miller came over and joined our conversation. As we talked, he
commented on how hot the weather was and mentioned that he was sweating. He

3. lifted his t-shirt and wiped his face with the bottom of it. In doing so, I got a clear
view of his tanned, flat abdomen and six-pack abs. I could also see the waistband
and the top of his crotch (I have a thing for men wearing low-riding pants, especially
straight guys in low-riding pants). As he put the t-shirt back in place, I felt a strong
pulsation in my tiny chastity device, followed by another surge of semen.
While I was plating the cakes, we continued chatting, and soon he got bored and
walked away to find something more interesting to do. Both my throbbing swollen
clitoris and I were grateful for this break. Soon, all five cakes were cut and plated.
When I asked if there was anything else that needed to be done, I noticed an older
lady named Betty giving the most disgusted look at my groin and the damp area.
Once again, my face turned red.
Unfulfilled Fantasies and Arousal
There was a beautiful large black dog named "Bear" that belonged to the people
who cooked for our weekly lunches. Bear was always around, and we had a fenced-
in porch at the back of the kitchen where he could roam freely without worrying
about him running off. I asked Tony if Bear was outside, and he said, "Yes," so I said,
"I'm going to pet him for a few minutes." To my excitement, Miller said, "Oh, I want
to pet him too," and followed me outside. As we petted the little bear, Miller kept
commenting on how "huge" the dog's balls were and how he must have a "huge
knot." I simply ignored it, continuing to pet the dog and talk to it. Then Miller looked
at me and said, "I feel like I got bitten by bugs or something on my back," or

4. something along those lines.

A lady asked me to reach for a bowl on the top shelf of a cabinet, so I stretched and
yawned while grabbing the bowl for her. As I did so, I heard a slight chuckle from
behind, but I didn't think much of it. It wasn't until later that Miller's mother, Cassie,
approached me and pulled me aside, saying that when I reached for the bowl, my
shirt had ridden up, and everyone could see my pink see-through thong sticking
out from the top of my shorts. I guess she wanted to say, trying to prevent this
situation from happening again, that "if everyone knows about your underwear
fetish, you might feel embarrassed." I knew my face immediately turned red, and I
tried to say something. Finally, I blurted out, "I don't have an underwear fetish (lie);
I just lost a bet with a friend." She said, "Oh, okay, alright," and walked away.
Awkward Bathroom Break with Miller
One day, feeling the need to urinate, I announced that I would be right back,
explaining that I needed to use the restroom for a brief break. Miller, standing
beside me, responded with a "good idea" and led the way. As we left the kitchen
and entered the hallway, he started heading upstairs. I mentioned that the
bathroom was right there, but he replied, "Yes, but I prefer the one on the main
floor; it's nicer and has that huge accessible stall." Without much thought, I followed
him up the stairs and into the bathroom.

5. It was a Saturday, and the church was empty, with the lights off in the hallway. We
entered the bathroom, and I headed towards one of the stalls. Miller commented,
"Oh, you must need to take a dump," to which I replied, "No, just to pee." He
questioned why I chose to use a stall for urination instead of the urinals. I couldn't
disclose the fact that I had to sit down to urinate due to the chastity device. Wanting
to avoid suspicion and further questions, I walked to the far-left urinal, mounted on
the wall. Miller proceeded to use the middle urinal, right beside me, which struck
me as odd. I wondered why he didn't choose the one on the far right, leaving the
middle one for privacy between us. Nervously, I pulled down the front of my shorts
and underwear, contemplating how to urinate while wearing the chastity device
without making a mess, hoping Miller wouldn't glance towards my urinal and notice
the device. As I heard the sound of his stream starting, I began urinating as well,
resisting the urge to peek at his penis and secretly fantasize about licking it.
Unexpected Encounter in the Restroom
After finishing my urination, I pulled up my shorts and underwear, relieved that
Miller hadn't noticed my device. Surprisingly, there were no stains or mess from
urinating while wearing the chastity device. I proceeded to the sink to wash my
hands. As I looked up in the mirror, I noticed that the stain on the front of my shorts
was larger than when I first arrived at the church, causing my face to blush with
embarrassment. While I was washing my hands, I could hear Miller flushing the
toilet. With my hands still submerged in the cool water, Miller approached the sink,

6. and then he did something that shocked me. As my hands remained in the icy water,
oblivious to anything else, Miller reached out, grabbing the front of my shorts and
the chastity device. Startled, I froze, looking at him. With that arrogant smirk of a
typical straight guy, he asked, "What's this?" I stood there dumbfounded, unsure of
what to say, as he tugged at the front of my shorts and the chastity device, saying,
"Well?" Finally, it dawned on me that I had to say something, and I stuttered, "It's
nothing. We should get back." He replied, "No, this is definitely something. I want
to see what it is. Why don't you go into a stall?" Unable to think clearly, I responded
by blurting out the first thing that came to mind, "No, it's just my cock. Let's go
back; people will be arriving soon, and I'm sure they'll need our help." Unaware of
the truth, he insisted, "No, go to the stall... now." The sternness in his voice
compelled me to obey his command. He released his grip on the front of my shorts
and followed me into the spacious accessible stall, closing and locking the door
behind us. I turned to face him, and he said, "Well, are you going to make me wait
all day? Let me see." I pleaded, "Come on, Miller, it's nothing. Let's go back to the
kitchen." But he refused to back down. Reluctantly, I took off my shorts, revealing
my pink see-through underwear, through which the pink chastity device was clearly
visible.
Unwrapped chastity device
He stared at the front of my panties and a drop of semen fell out of it. Then he said,
"Okay", and I said, "What?" He said, "Take your panties down to your ankles". I

7. hesitated and started to protest, but before I could say anything, he cut me off. "If I
have to tell you a second time, you won't like it", he said. I sighed and pulled down
my shorts, then my panties, all the way down to my ankles. He looked down at my
crotch and said, "So it's a chastity device, or so I thought". I was surprised that this
hot, heterosexual 19 year old boy knew what a chastity device was. I said, "Can I pull
up my shorts now?" to which he simply replied "No". He reached out and grabbed
my balls, making me jump. He told me to "calm down" and he rolled my balls around
in his hand and then gently squeezed them. He said, "These feel full, how long has
it been since you last came"? I said a few days, but I had only been locked up since
last night. Then he let go of my balls and bent down to inspect my little pink prison.
Again I complained "can I pull my shorts up now? We really need to go back". He
replied, "I'll tell you when you can pull them back up" and asked why I was leaking
so badly if it had only been a few days since I had last come. I hesitantly told him
that I had a big butt plug in my sissy pussy and it was rubbing against my prostate,
making me hard and leaking. He told me to turn around and show him. I turned
around and bent forward a little to reveal the large base of my biggest plug. Without
a word, he reached forward, grabbed the base of my plug and started pulling it out.
I said, "Hey, what are you doing? Don't do that", to which he replied, "Shut up,
asshole".

He almost pulled the plug out and then let my pussy suck it back in. "Someone's
hungry", he said, then proceeded to pull the plug almost out and then let my pussy

8. suck it back in. Finally I said, "I don't think my owner would approve of me showing
my virginity to someone or letting them mess with my plug". He replied, "I'm your
master now"! I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do or say, so I did the only
thing a sissy can do and just said "Yes, sir".
Embracing a New Role
Then he instructed me to turn around and stand up, and I complied. He grabbed
my balls again, squeezing them forcefully, causing me to cry out in pain and beg
him to let go. He asked, "Will you be my sissy from now on?" I remained silent, so
he squeezed my balls even harder. I cried out, "Yes," and then he squeezed harder
and asked, "Yes, what?" "Yes, Sir," I replied, and he said, "Good." He asked if I would
become an excellent sissy faggot and do everything he told me to do. Once again,
I answered, "Yes, Sir," not wanting him to squeeze my testicles any harder. He
instructed me to kneel in front of him, and I obeyed. He lowered his basketball
shorts to the floor, revealing his tightly clad bulge, clearly showing a massive
erection. My eyes widened in disbelief that this was actually happening to me. He
told me to keep my hands away from my "clitty cage" and to kiss his athlete's bulge.
I complied, and he grabbed my head, forcing my face into his underwear. I could
smell his musky manly scent, with a hint of urine. I winced in pain within the cage,
desperately trying to escape. Then he released me, and I pulled my head back. He
instructed me to pull his jockstrap down to his knees, warning me that if I touched
his cock, he would beat me up, and I wouldn't forget it soon. I obeyed, reaching out

9. and grabbing the elastic band of his waistband, carefully pulling it down, making
sure not to touch his penis. As I continued to lower his underwear, his erect member
suddenly sprung free. It was large, at least 7.5 inches, and uncircumcised, with a
significant amount of foreskin still hanging at the tip, along with large, dangling
balls. His testicles appeared to be shaved, and his pubic hair was trimmed. When
his athlete reached his knees, I lifted my head, looking into his eyes, awaiting further
instructions. He said, "You like this, don't you? I know you do. I've seen the way you
stare at me and my buddies whenever we're around you."
A Journey into Intense Encounters
Content: I found myself staring at his erect member again, feeling the semen
continuously flowing from my sissy clit. Then he said, "Kiss it, kiss my cock, and then
kiss each of my testicles to show the respect your superior deserves." I raised my
hand to grab his cock, but he slapped it away and said, "Put your hands down before
I beat you to a pulp." I put my hands down, leaned forward, and kissed his erect,
thick, uncircumcised penis, followed by each testicle. He said, "I bet you want to
suck it, don't you?" and I eagerly replied, "Yes, Sir." He told me to slide my tongue
under his foreskin, roll it, and lick the inside. I started to raise my hands again to
grab his cock, but he quickly raised his hand as if to slap me. I stopped and placed
my hands back at my sides. I leaned forward, but it seemed I couldn't get my tongue
under his foreskin. He lowered his head and said, "Let me help you," then gently
pulled back his foreskin, allowing me to slide my tongue beneath it and taste the

10. evident semen on the head of his penis. I greedily licked his foreskin as instructed.
After about five minutes, he began talking. He said, "Now you get the grand prize.
I want you to suck my cock. Suck every inch of it, deep-throat it. When I cum, you'll
swallow every drop. Waste a single drop, and you'll wish you never stepped foot in
church, you slut in chastity, leaking everywhere." I took him into my mouth, starting
to suck, but I couldn't fully deep-throat him, and I couldn't avoid gagging. It seemed
to make him more frustrated, and each time I gagged, he would thrust in my mouth.
After a few minutes of sucking, he said, "Keep sucking," so I tried. When I got about
halfway, my mouth was blocked, and I started pulling my head back. His reaction
was to grab my head, pull me into his embrace, and forcefully thrust his hips forward.
His penis entered my throat, and I gagged, trying to breathe, as he held me there
for a few seconds. He let go, and as I continued to suck, he told me I was sucking
his master-level cock like a "good sissy." After several more minutes of sucking, I felt
him twitch and heard his breath become more labored. He announced that he was
about to ejaculate, and as soon as he said that, I felt the first explosion of semen in
my mouth. I swallowed, working quickly to swallow as much as possible before the
next burst came. He was clearly a heavy ejaculator. Then I felt it, I felt his warm
semen flowing out from my lips, starting to trickle down my chin. No, I screamed in
my mind, but it was too late. He continued to ejaculate into my mouth for a few
seconds, then pulled his cock out. He looked down at me and immediately noticed
the semen running down my chin. "What did I tell you about wasting my cum?" I
said, "I'm sorry, but there was too much, I tried to swallow it all, but I couldn't keep

11. up," "You'll face punishment for this, but for now, we better get back." He wiped the
cum from my chin onto my face with his cock and told me to leave it there. Then he
made me lick his cock clean and ensure there was no cum anywhere. I followed his
instructions, and then he had me kiss his cock again, out of respect, followed by
each ball. He pulled up his exposed underwear, stuffing his semi-hard cock into it,
and then his shorts.
Forced Actions and Public Embarrassment
He made me stand up, turn around, and bend over. I followed his instructions and
felt him pulling out my plug, causing it to plop out. He held my plug and had me
turn around to face him. I turned and faced him, and he brought the plug that he
had just removed from my backdoor to my lips. He said, "Open up," and I complied.
He inserted the plug into my mouth. I felt incredibly humiliated and tasted
something unpleasant on my plug. He said, "I'm doing this for two reasons: to teach
you to always keep your orifice clean and because I believe your plug could use
more lubrication after being inside you for so long."
I sucked on the plug, and he told me that it better be pristine when he pulled it out
of my mouth. I did my best to lick and suck on it, but I still tasted what I could only
assume was feces. After a few minutes, he removed the plug from my mouth,
inspected it, and seemed satisfied with my efforts. He instructed me to turn around
and bend over again. I complied, and he inserted a larger plug into my tightly
stretched backdoor. Once it was inside, he told me to pull up my underwear and

12. shorts. As I bent over, I noticed a puddle on the floor where I had been kneeling.
While pulling up my underwear and shorts, I heard the stall door open, and I saw
Miller walking out. I hadn't even put on my shorts when he left, and I walked into
the dark hallway, descending the stairs back to the kitchen.
Everyone seemed concerned about where I had been for so long, including Miller,
who loudly asked in front of everyone where I had been. I said I received a phone
call and wanted to take it privately. Miller smirked at me.
Acts of Chastity in the Church
They asked me to help get the bread ready for the oven and then our assistant
pastor looked at me and said, "Honey, it was almost 10:30 when I got the bread
ready and we opened the door for everyone to come in for their hour of coffee
before lunch. I noticed that Miller had been drinking a lot of coffee and tea and
announced this each time he filled a new cup. I asked the assistant chaplain if she
wanted me to open the door and she said "yes". So I went to the door and just as I
was about to open it, Miller came up to me and said, "I'm going to the bathroom,
why don't you come with me. I opened the door, greeted everyone and followed
Miller back upstairs to the bathroom, wondering the whole way what he was going
to do to me now. Once inside the bathroom, he told me to get into the cubicle,
which I dutifully did. He locked the door and told me to get down on my knees and
open my mouth. I did so and then he pulled his cock out and slid the tip into my
mouth. He said, "Hold it like that". Then he said, "I'm pissing so hard you're going

13. to have to drink every last drop of it". My stomach lurched and I started to pull away
from his cock, telling him I didn't like water sports and pissing games, but he
grabbed my head before I could and kept me still. He said that if he saw any cum
go anywhere other than down my throat he would increase the severity of my
punishment for not swallowing all his cum. Then he released his stream. I felt the
hot liquid fill my mouth and it tasted awful. He stopped for a moment to let me
follow and then continued to stuff my mouth, stopping over and over again until
his bladder emptied. I don't know how, but how I managed to swallow all this
without a drop leaking out of my mouth. I kept feeling nauseous and tears even
started running down my cheeks because it was so disgusting. When he was
finished he asked if my plug needed more lube? I declined and he put his cock back
in his jockstrap and shorts and left the bathroom with me following close behind.
We returned to the kitchen and helped prepare the food, Miller often lifting his shirt
to wipe the sweat off his face and showing me the top of his stomach, abs and lower
back. As we ate lunch, I noticed people looking at my crotch and even noticed some
of them whispering and pointing.
Before we finished our lunch and cleaned up, Miller made me follow him to the
bathroom three more times, pouring his filled bladder into my mouth as he fed me
another big load of cum.
I was standing at the sink when Miller came over, finishing the last of my plate and
talking to Miller's mum, Cassie, who was drying me off. He told his mum that he
was starting to get to know me today and that I looked cool and asked her if it

14. would be okay if I came over to their house for lunch after church tomorrow. She
said that would be great and that she was making meatloaf and that there would
be plenty of it. I was surprised, I couldn't believe that he wanted me to come to his
house or that he wanted me to see him with his family. I was also a bit scared, I
knew he was scheming but I wasn't sure.
Manipulation and Humiliation
I finished washing the dishes and as Cassie dried the last one I noticed her looking
at my crotch and smiling slightly.
I said goodbye to everyone and said I would see them in the morning at church. I
was about to leave, but Miller stopped me. He asked me to walk with him to his
mum's minivan for a while and said he wanted to show me something. I followed
him into the van and he opened the back hatch. He then flipped through a gym bag
for a few seconds and then pulled out another lower back strap. This one was white
but heavily stained with yellow and I could see stains all over it. He said it was his
favourite to wear for lower body workouts and the gym. He told me that he had
been wearing it since he was 14 and only washed it once a year because it was his
lucky charm. I looked at it with disgust and wondered why he was showing it to me.
He said that every time he masturbated he used it as a rag and sometimes he would
even pee in it. I took one look at it and said well that's cool, trying to hide my disgust.
Then he said it was close to a year old and it was time to clean it. Then he handed
it to me and asked me to smell it. I said no thanks, but he gave me a mean, stern

15. look so I put it to my nose and pretended to inhale. Naturally, Miller knew I was
pretending and said that if I didn't inhale, he would squeeze me and suffocate me.
So I breathed in and the smell was so bad it almost made me gag. I wanted to throw
up. I gave it back to him, but he said no, I want you to take it home with you. I asked
why and he said that before I went to bed tonight I was going to put it on my head
with the front of the dirty lower back strap covering my face. He said I would sleep
like that all night and take a picture and send it to him as proof that I was a good
sissy. I didn't want to do that but I said ok I'll do that. Then he said there was
something else before you go. He asked for my mobile number and I gave it to him.
He asked who had the key to my chastity device and I said "me". He said that I was
taking them all to church tomorrow. He also told me that I should be there at 9am
instead of 10am in order to be in time for Sunday school, but was not going to
attend Sunday school. He also told me that I should open my chastity device and
plug my pussy. I said "Is that right" and he said "Yes". I turned away and stuffed his
dirty underwear into my pocket and prepared to walk home, then he said, "Oh, and
by the way, all the hair around your clit and on your balls better be gone by
tomorrow, pussies don't have pubic hair, that's what makes a real man". I said okay
and he told me to wear another pair of sheer thongs tomorrow. I told him I would
and went home. The 1.2 mile walk home seemed to take a long time. Along the way
I had a hard time imagining Miller and what he had done to me today, wondering
what would happen when I arrived at church tomorrow and what would happen
after lunch at his house.

16. I finally got home around 2:00 pm and wished very much that I had cum. The plug
kept rubbing against my prostate on the way home and I was as horny as ever.
Perfect for changing tutors
I sat in front of my computer and sent an email to my online mentor, telling him
that I can no longer act effeminately ("nǚnǚqiang"). I have found a local mentor
who wants to be my guide, and I prefer real-time training over online training, which
I received from him.
While I was typing, I received a text message from an unknown number. When I
opened it, it was an uncensored picture of a large penis with semen dripping from
it. Before I could process what was happening, I received another text message that
said, "Don't you wish you could ejaculate like a real man? Oh, by the way, this is your
new mentor, Mr. Miller." I replied, expressing my desire to be able to ejaculate and
thanking him for sending the photo.
Conclusion
Lastly, this scenario raises thoughts on "Gay Chastity." Whether in online or real-
time training, everyone has the right and freedom to choose their own identity and
sexual orientation. The decision to seek a new local mentor may sign ify the
protagonist's pursuit of genuine and meaningful growth and training. However, we
should also recognize that gender identity and sexual orientation are diverse, and
"Gay Chastity" is a broad topic that encompasses aspects of personal sexual lives,

17. choices, and beliefs. While exploring and seeking sexual fulfillment, it is crucial to
respect the boundaries and free will of others.
For the protagonist, maintaining vigilance and taking appropriate measures to
protect their safety and privacy when dealing with inappropriate messages is
important. They may consider confiding in trusted individuals and seeking advice
from relevant professionals to help them navigate this unsettling experience.
In our society, mutual respect, inclusivity, and understanding are essential for topics
like "Gay Chastity." We should strive to create an environment that is open, equal,
and free from discrimination, allowing everyone to freely express their identities
and sexual orientations while safeguarding their safety and dignity.
At any stage, personal growth and exploration are evolving processes. It is hoped
that the protagonist finds a mentor who suits their needs, experiences positive
growth, and discovers true happiness along this journey.
FAQ:
What is chaste homosexuality?:
Chaste homosexuality refers to individuals or couples in same-sex relationships who
maintain sexual exclusivity and fidelity.
What are the rules of homosexual chastity?:
The rules of chastity in same-sex relationships vary depending on individuals and
their specific relationship, and there are no fixed or universally applicable rules.

18. Why is chastity so important to love?:
Chastity is important in love because it establishes the foundation of loyalty, respect,
and trust.