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Daddy sat down on the couch next to me. We were facing the living room window, and I saw the mail carrier stroll by on the other side of the street in the light of the early afternoon. She could see me, too, if she turned her head and looked through the window. But all she would see is Daddy and me from the waist up.
What she wouldn't see is the vibrating wand Daddy was holding to my locked dick. She wouldn't see my fingers twitching but holding still as I let Daddy edge me. He had been at it for twenty minutes already, and my voice was getting hoarse from my whimpering.
Had she looked, the mail carrier would have seen me doing my best to hold a normal face for the public; a public that could happen to glance through our open window at any time. If she was really perceptive, she would have seen the look of unbridled mischievousness in Daddy's eyes as he watched me doing my best to hold it all together.
“Please, Daddy,” I whined. “I don't want to cum.” My cock jumped in the cage, betraying my words.
Daddy kept the head of the vibrating wand against my cage, sending waves of pleasure deep into my gut. I resisted the urge to sigh, let my head fall back, and let the pleasure sweep me to a climax. It felt so fucking good, but that's why a wave of guilt washed over me.
“Good boys don't cum,” I whimpered, repeating the mantra Daddy drilled into my mind months ago when he invited to live with him permanently. That was when I last came and he told me that was the last one I would ever have.
“Good boys don't cum,” he had told me, smacking my ass as soon as that last orgasm ripped through me. Not letting me enjoy a moment of the bliss, he bent me across his legs and spanked me roughly. He said it over and over and then made me repeat it.
Since that night, I probably told Daddy that I didn't want to cum--that I wanted to be good--every day. On this day, in front of the window, it was the first thing in my mind. It was my default. My safety phrase.
“Good boys don’t cum,” I murmured again, just in case.
But Daddy increased the level of power on the wand. I squirmed on the couch, rocking my hips involuntarily until I caught myself.
In the beginning, Daddy would have to restain my wrists when he teased me and tested my resolve. But I've been a good boy and learned never to try to stop Daddy from doing whatever he wanted to my dick.
I mean, it was really his. He owned my dick. He kept it locked away so I didn't play with his property and accidentally cum. My orgasms were his property too. I was a good boy and let Daddy worry about those things. I was a good boy and never came, so what use did I have for them?
The vibrations were wrecking me. “Daddy, please. I don't want to cum.” I looked over at Daddy. His face was so close to mine.
Daddy grinned and pulled the wand away for a moment of reprieve. “Look how full those balls are, baby. Are you sure?”
Without hesitation, I nodded. “Yes, sir. I never want to cum.”
“Why's that?”
“Only bad boys cum, sir. I want to be good.”
Daddy's grin faded a bit, and he pressed the toy against my cage. “You say that like you even have a choice.”
I shook my head and kept my fingers glued to the couch cushion under me. I didn't want Daddy to think I was going to try to stop him from playing with my dick. “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir. Only you can choose.”
“Choose what?”
“If I cum, sir!”
Daddy raised the level of vibrations, bringing me dangerously closer to that orgasm I dreaded. My face twisted as I tried to keep myself from reaching that point of no return. I wasn't a bad boy. I couldn't let myself cum, no matter what Daddy was doing to me.
Daddy grabbed my balls and tugged on them. “Are you a good boy for Daddy?”
“Yes!”
A neighbor walked by and Daddy waved to him nonchalantly. Like he wasn't breaking my body down into small pieces. I lifted my hand to wave, too. Our neighbor waved back and kept on his walk. As far as he knew, we were just sitting on the couch and chatting about the beautiful day outside.
Precum flowed out of my dick, especially at the prospect of someone finding me like this: locked in a chastity cage, debasing myself, feeling humiliated. My cock strained and I wanted to tell it to stop.
“Your little dick liked that? Liked almost being caught?”
I nodded. He saw it happen, and I couldn't lie to Daddy. I did like it.
“Fuck, baby.” Daddy lifted the vibrations away and I relaxed into the couch. “You're so close, huh? You know you can't cum right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you a good boy?”
“Yes! Good boys don't cum,” I repeated.
Daddy suddenly resumed the vibrations, catching me off guard. I should have known better than to relax so easily.
“What?” he asked, keeping my full balls held tightly.
“Good boys don't cum.”
“Are you going to cum?”
I shook my head vigorously. “No, Daddy.”
My balls were red and aching for release. My cock throbbed in the cage, but I couldn't be happier with my resilience. Months ago, I wouldn't have been able to last this long.
Daddy lifted the wand away again, and relief flooded my body again. Withstanding Daddy's teasing without cumming felt better than an orgasm ever could.
Leaning over to kiss my neck, Daddy let the wand drop to the floor. “My good boy.”
My cheeks flushed and I smiled. I was a good boy. I didn't cum.
Daddy kissed my throat and then up to my chin, before he kissed me deeply on the lips. My cheeks burned at the chance that someone would see us. But I kissed him back, thankful to be his good boy.
“Alright, let's go walk off this energy,” said Daddy, running his fingers up and down my body, feeling the blood hum through me. “You may wear two pieces of clothing. Choose wisely.”
“Yes, sir.” I jumped off the couch and hurried to our bedroom. Deliberating over my options, I grabbed some shorts and a shirt. But as I turned to join Daddy, another thought occurred to me. I didn't need a shirt, right?
I put the shirt back into the closet and grabbed a jockstrap instead. Putting both on, I met Daddy by the front door. He was holding my shoes for me.
“Oh, you're a very good boy,” he said, admiring my outfit. As I slipped my shoes on, he slapped my ass a couple times.
“Let's go,” growled Daddy, opening the front door, but staring at the bulge my cage made in my shorts and at the waistband of my jockstrap, poking above my shorts. “Before I bend you over the couch and let everyone see how well you take my cock.” He reached behind me to slap my ass again.
My dick strained at the thought. I wanted him to fuck me. I was still so keyed up from his teasing with the wand earlier. But if he fucked me right now, I wasn't sure if I could hold back my orgasm. It was bubbling just under the surface, churning inside me.
So I hurried out of the door to take the walk rather than risk it. I was a good boy, after all. Good boys don't cum.
But hopefully Daddy will cum inside me soon.