“What’s it doing now?” she asked.

“Trying to get hard,” I replied. I looked down again at the sorry sight. Here I was, naked, clean shaven, without a single hair left from puberty down there. With a chastity device between my legs. I was no longer a proud male, able to have an erection to please my mate at whim. I could not even go into a public shower with pride ever again. I could not masturbate. I cannot have sex, not even an erection, without getting this thing off first.

“And these are the keys?” she asked. I nodded. “Are you sure?” she asked, looking them over carefully.

“I’m pretty sure,” I replied.

“But it’s been so long,” she insisted.

“I remember how they look like. They’ll fit.”

“Were they always this color?” she asked as she got down on her knees to examine my device. “My balls?” I asked, curiously. “No, the keys. They’re this kind of brown, rusty color. I hope we didn’t leave them in the safe for too long.”

“You wanted me to go without for seven years,” I reminded. “You’ve told me that there was no guarantee that the keys would still work, and I’ve asked you to make sure that they would!” I pleaded.

“And I said not to worry about it, because I could make you wait another year!” she snapped. I stood there silently. Her neck tightened up, her breathing became heavier and her focus narrowed. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I hope so,” she exclaimed.

She took the first key and slowly put it inside the keyhole. She looked up at me, I down at her, and we both looked worried. Worried that after seven years without my penis, we might lose what we had come to love. Worried that she might lose frequent orgasms and that I might become more selfish.

“Are you sure you don’t want Ryan here for this?” I asked. Ryan was her lover, her “substitute” when it came to male genitals. He was also required to wear a chastity belt, because she felt that men were selfish pigs who deserved to be locked up, but he was allowed out frequently for sex. “He said that he wanted me to do this alone,” she replied, her thoughts slowly drifting away to his big member. We already knew that he was bigger than me, in every category. He was two inches longer, thicker, had bigger nuts, and could last a whole lot longer than I could ever dream of. Even without the chastity device, I couldn’t feel like much of a man around him.

She took the key in her hand and stared at it. She withdrew it and stood up. “I can’t do it,” she sighed. “Yes, you can!” I cried. Seven years without even touching my penis and she can’t turn a bloody key? I am trying to get a raging hard-on, probably the hardest I’ll ever have, and she won’t let me? “It would ruin too much,” she said. “I can’t let us go back to the way things were.” She put the keys down on the table, took out a hammer and started to smash at them furiously. I stood back, in horror. I dared not go stop her, lest she beat me with the hammer as well. I watched as she slowly twisted each key enough to where I knew they wouldn’t work properly.

“Let’s try that again now,” she said. She took all three keys and tried opening the padlock with them. Nothing. My chances of freedom were completely ruined by this woman!

Suddenly, the light dawned on me.

“That was Ryan’s idea.”

She looked at me, silently. It was true. He didn’t want there to be any reason she should ever leave him, so he wanted her to destroy the keys before she even pretended to unlock me. She thought it was too cruel, but in the end, couldn’t think to disappoint him.

I was furious. So I stormed off to the tool shed to do what I thought about doing many times over these past few years. I took a pair of wire cutters and I snapped the padlock right off. I was right about to remove the tube when my wife came storming up.

“If you want to live in this house, you will leave that tube on,” she demanded. “You can have an erection, but you will have to find your own place, starting now.” “What about my clothes?” I asked. My wife was shocked that I would even consider having an erection. “You’d have to go out on to the streets naked,” she warned. I looked in her eyes and could tell that she was serious. I don’t know if it was weakness, or sanity, but I put my hands to my side. I walked inside the house with her and she led me to the bedroom.

She locked my hands and ankles in restraints and called Ryan. Ryan, who is very good with tools, owns a welder. “He was going to weld the padlock shut,” she said. “But I guess the unit itself will have to do.”

It has now been twelve years since I was put into this chastity device. She has left Ryan for a much younger stud, who is very capable of bringing her to orgasm naturally. I am left to use my tongue and vibrator. My wife said that she will someday remove the chastity device. However, to do that, she will need to cut my balls off. And she won’t give me hormones to let me stay a man, so I won’t get any erections that way. She’s also figured out a way where to get the device off, I get to keep my balls but I lose my penis. I cannot keep it all, she said. I will never be allowed to have an erection again. And apart from regular milkings, I will never be allowed to ejaculate again, much less orgasm.

My wife makes me go to the gym to stay in shape. I am required to use the public showers. Frequently I get questions about what I have around my penis. I tell them that I gave my penis to my wife twelve years ago and she hasn’t needed it since. They asks how it comes off, and I have to explain that since I was selfish enough to demand an erection, my wife’s lover welded the unit shut so it cannot come off. Everyone else gets hard at the sight and cums all over me. They make me suck their dicks sometimes, and sometimes gang rape the “sissy boy.” But I go to the showers to please my wife. Who else would take me in? A sexless slave with a chastity device welded in place for the rest of my life.

I can only imagine how much wore the torment would be if I got my balls or penis cut off…