Under Lock & Key: An Erotic Tale of Male Chastity

By BD Mann

When Katie confronted me about neglecting her sexual needs in favor of jerking off to Online porn late at night, I’d been forced to confess that I’d been foolishly taking my beautiful wife for granted. However, when she informed me that the solution was for me to starting wearing a CB-3000 male chastity device, I’d balked at the notion. But she’d insisted, claiming that because of my immaturity I’d lost the right to keep control over my own cock. If fact, she claimed that it was non-negotiable; a requirement if I wanted to avoid getting a divorce.
Suddenly I had a very important choice to make, one that would likely affect my life in ways I couldn’t even imagine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BD Mann
• Release date: Jan 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311582805

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Under Lock & Key: An Erotic Tale of Male Chastity

BD Mann

Copyright 2013 BD Mann

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I was on the computer in the bedroom we’d converted into an office playing a video game when Katie appeared in the doorway, so I pressed pause. It was a little after ten at night, around the time that she usually announced that she was heading for bed, so I was prepared to get up and go tuck her in. But when I looked up at her I could see that something was wrong. Her brow was slightly furrowed as she spoke those four dreaded words that no guy likes to hear.

We need to talk, she said and stepped into the room, pulling up a chair sitting in the corner and sat so that she was facing me when I swiveled towards her.

She had on a light blue bathrobe loosely belted about her narrow waist and her dark red hair, still damp from the shower, fell to her shoulders. We were about two months shy of our fifth anniversary, and because I respected the fact that over the years my wife had rarely made the ominous announcement, I considered her with open curiosity and said, Sure; what’s on your mind?

I’m just going to be blunt about it, Mark, she stated. I’m not going to put up with you cheating on me any longer. It stops tonight, for good.

I gaped at her, genuinely baffled. When I’d met Katie during my last year of college, I’d known that I was lucky to have attracted the attention of someone so exceptional, and ever since I hadn’t once even considered cheating on her, let alone gone through with it.

What do you mean? I blurted. I’ve never cheated on you and I never would.

You cheat on me almost every night after I go to bed, she said, not with anger, but in a weary tone. You sit in here jerking off to hundreds of different porn sluts on your computer. I felt my face flush hot with embarrassment. Don’t try and deny it; you never delete your browsing history, so I know exactly what you do in here at night.

I hadn’t known she was aware of my late night proclivities, but I struggled to set aside my feelings of shame to try and focus on the bigger picture. But… but that’s not cheating on you. I’m… I’m just… it’s a solitary kind of thing, so….

Oh really? she replied. "Well it certainly feels like cheating. I feel just as neglected, unwanted, and undesirable. Here I was thinking that our lack of sex over the past six months was because you’ve been under stress at work. But no, it’s just that you’d rather sit