Thank You for Your Service: Gay Chastity Fiction (Chapter 1 Part 1) - Read to make yourself hornier
I’ve been working on some gay chastity fiction. It’s intended to make anyone in chastity even hornier--hope it helps! Thought I’d share it in parts and see what people think. Heavy on the sex and light on plot--but there is a plot at least. Feel free to make story requests for future stuff or to share. I might eventually self-publish it and other stories if people seem to like it.
Thank You for Your Service is the tentative title. There may be a military scene ;) Truck stop glory hole scene coming soon ... and more construction scenes ...
Chapter 1, Part 1
Alexander was having one of those days. That’s what he called the days where his eyes lingered on every guy who went past. Alexander hated to admit it, but that was every day.
A new guy went past. Probably a day laborer, maybe a contractor. Alexander had never seen him before, but he wanted to see more. He zoomed in on the crotch, a sizable, girthy cock swaddled in tight jeans crested with an enormous belt buckle. It was a golden belt buckle (not real gold, but who cared) in the shape of antlers of a large stag. Alexander jerked his head away then took a second look. The belt buckle dared him to look.
Years ago, Alexander’s friends bought him a “cage” as a joke—the smallest chastity cage they could find. Alex, which his friends called him (though he preferred Alexander), pretended to be grossed out, but on the inside, he was intrigued. Something turned on inside him. A switch flipped. Since then, he found himself insatiably horny and incredibly pliable.
He’d look at the men in front of him, lust after their large cocks, then imagine how tiny his was in comparison. He dreamed of the men—Men (capital M, underlined, highlighted and italicized)—who’d catch him looking or notice his lack of bulge and mutter fag under their breath. He wished they’d say it to his face, and loud. Two minutes later, he’d be on his knees sucking cock … but that was in his dream world.
Alexander imagined whoever had come up with the “tall glass of water” expression had golden belt buckle guy in mind. A guy with a body like that, and the cock and cockiness to match … it 100% teased him … to the point of having multiple mental orgasms at work. This guy knew he could turn every man gay, and he loved all the attention. He’d catch Alexander peeking, convey in a single glance and snarl, “I’m off limits, you queer,” then he’d walk off into the night and on to another job, leaving Alexander with nothing but Can’t I have you? Fuck me horniness.
At that point, Alexander would imagine the nasty things he’d do to get in the same room with HIM alone. As the precum began dribbling, he’d snap out of his daydream and run off to clean up.
Unfortunately, this is what happened to Alexander nearly every day since starting chastity. On the hardest and horniest days at work, Alexander would slip a few ice cubes from the water cooler in his pants (when nobody was looking, of course) and let the freezing feeling take his mind off cock. Being in architecture meant being close to lots of hot guys (and even some not-so-great-looking guys, but Alexander didn’t mind as long as they were Alpha). He always felt distant from his coworkers in construction. He’d be on job sites all the time. He knew his fair share about crown molding, tile, hardwood floors, and shiplap, but he always felt like the men knew something was “different” about him.
Did they catch him salivating at the sight of their cocks? Did they know he secretly desired to be fucked and used by all of them every. single. day? When they took a piss behind the construction site, did they see him in the corner of their eye looking? Did they know that he wanted to be the one under them taking all their piss? In the dirt, looking up in their angry eyes, golden piss raining down on him. Why waste piss on dirt?
Having not cum in several years (Alexander made a vow to never jack off and never cum except while getting fucked), Alexander feared finding himself on his knees in front of his coworkers, uncontrollably acting out his fantasies. The repercussions of doing so terrified and excited him.
In one of Alexander’s biggest fantasies he imagined Isaiah, the 26-year-old beast of a construction worker ...













