A Brief Lesson in Chastity

By John James Redden

Alex went to his local leather bar, hoping to find someone to tie up and spank. When his eyes locked with a beefy, buzzcut man wearing a leather baseball cap, Alex thought he'd found just the right guy. There was a problem: that hunky submissive was wearing a locking steel collar. And a wedding ring. And some other jewelry below the belt which his husband was eager to discuss.

The submissive, Patrick, and his husband, Sam, had an arrangement. Patrick could play with anyone he wanted, but Sam first had to get Patrick's play partner under lock and key. If Alex wanted to play with a married man, he was going to get a lesson in chastity.

This gay erotic novella of approximately 26,500 words features male chastity, spanking, flogging, bondage, a hero with a talent for self-deception, and a lesson well-learned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John James Redden
• Release date: May 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463848456

John James Redden

John James Redden has issues with authority. He deals with his issues by reading and writing fiction.

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A Brief Lesson in Chastity

John James Redden

Copyright 2019 John James Redden

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

About the Author

Chapter 1

When I arrived at the Eagle on Friday night, I had no idea that I was about to develop a serious addiction. An addiction that involves no chemicals, except for the chemicals in plastic, brass, and stainless steel.

I’d just handed my friends Luis and George their plastic cups of beer when I saw a hot guy on the other side of the room. He was broad-shouldered and muscular, maybe a little bit stocky, which I like. His red hair, partly covered by a black leather cap, was buzzcut, which I really like. He wore a classic leatherboy’s outfit: a tight white T-shirt, jeans, black boots, and a belt. Also a thick chain collar, which was locked with a heavy padlock.

Too bad about the collar. It probably meant he was taken and unavailable. Sometimes single people wear locked collars not knowing or not caring what a collar traditionally signals. But something about this leatherboy told me that his collar wasn’t just a fashion statement.

He looked my way. We locked eyes for a moment. He looked down. Was he looking at my boots?

Looks like someone caught your eye, said George. Why don’t you go talk to him?

I think he’s taken, I said.

What makes you say that? asked George.

Jewelry, said Luis. Someone loves him very, very much.

Just because he has a partner doesn’t mean he’s not available, said George. What’s he doing in a bar like this, if he’s not here to meet people?

Luis pretended to look shocked. "Are we here to meet people?" he asked.

Maaaybe, said George, as he took Luis’s hand and drew closer to him. They’d been dating for three months, and they had eyes only for each other. Even if they were theoretically open to a threesome, that was not going to happen tonight.

But Alex is definitely here to meet people, George went on. And that boy’s collar doesn’t mean he’s not available to play. It could be just a fashion statement. And if it isn’t, it just means you have to ask his sir’s permission.

I can’t ask his sir’s permission if his sir isn’t here, I said.

George looked at me as if to say, you idiot. He gestured with his head.

I looked. The hunky leatherboy was no longer alone. Across the table from him was a man in leather pants, a button-down leather shirt, and a Muir cap. He had the same muscular body type as the leatherboy, and the same close-cropped hair, but his hair was brown, and his skin was darker than the red-headed sub’s.

The hunky leatherboy looked my way. The man in the Muir cap looked my way, then turned back to the leatherboy and smiled wickedly. He leaned forward and whispered into the leatherboy’s ear, grabbing the leatherboy’s collar as he did.

They’re looking at you, said Luis. Maybe they’re looking for a threesome.

If they’re looking for another boy to play with, they’ll be disappointed, I said. I’m a top.

George raised his eyebrows. I recall a certain someone enjoyed getting spanked.

That was almost two years ago, I said. And I didn’t enjoy it.

George grunted. Your dick seemed to enjoy it.

Maybe the boy wants to serve two masters at once, said Luis.

I looked back at the two buzzcut leathermen across the room. The collared boy looked back at me. That was definitely a look of interest.

Go talk to them! said Luis.

I picked up my beer and downed it. I needed a bit of liquid courage. Then I walked over to the two men’s table.

Hi, I said, speaking to the man with the Muir cap first. I just wanted to say that at least one of you has really good taste in jewelry.

The two men looked at each other with knowing smiles. Thanks, said the man with the Muir cap, placing his hand on the table and displaying a wedding ring. My family believes the superstition that plain, unbroken gold rings are lucky for a marriage.

I don’t believe the superstition, but I like the design, said the leatherboy, displaying his hand with a matching ring.

Shit. The leatherboy I’d been making eyes at was collared and married.

Neither of the men spoke. They were both looking at me. This was awkward.

I was actually talking about, um… I gestured at my own neck, where a collar would fall if I was wearing one.

Patrick’s collar? said the man in the Muir cap.

Yeah, I said. It’s really nice.

Thanks! said Patrick with a smile.

I’m Sam, by the way, said Patrick’s husband, extending his hand.

Alex, I said, shaking Sam’s hand. His grip was powerful.

Nice to meet you, Alex, said Patrick, shaking my hand, too.

Do you wear the collar all the time? I asked Patrick.

Patrick didn’t answer my question, but turned to Sam, who spoke instead. Patrick can’t wear his collar to work. He’s an attorney, and a chain that thick can’t be concealed under a shirt and tie. But I do have Patrick under lock and key 24/7. Right now, I have Patrick double-locked.

Patrick blushed. His skin was very pale, with freckles on his cheeks and forearms, so the pink flush in his cheeks was noticeable.

What’s the second lock? If it’s okay to ask, I said.

Patrick, why don’t you tell Alex about the other jewelry you’re wearing.

I’m wearing a chastity cage. It’s solid steel, so when I’m wearing it, I can’t see or touch my cock.

Tell Alex what’s keeping you in your cage.

My cage has a high security, integrated lock. I can’t pick it, and I can’t get out by cutting the lock. And I have a Prince Albert piercing, which is connected to the device, so I can’t slip out.

Can you come while wearing your cage? asked Sam. His tone of voice signaled that the question was a ritual humiliation. Sam obviously knew the answer already.

The only way I can come while I’m caged is with a vibrator or a prostate massager, said Patrick. His freckled cheeks were a deep pink now. I can’t move enough in the cage to masturbate by humping.

And who decides when you wear the cage? asked Sam.

You do, sir.

Tell Alex.

My husband decides when I put on the cage and when I take it off. He has complete control over when I come. He decides when I can touch my cock and when anybody else can touch my cock.

I wondered if that last comment meant I had a chance of getting to play with Patrick after all. Either way, I wasn’t tempted to walk away from the conversation. I was enjoying Patrick’s humiliation too much.

Sam turned to me. You probably have questions.

How often do you wear your cage? I asked.

"I wear it whenever I’m at work. And I wear it to bed every night, since Sam doesn’t think it’s safe for