From Gooner to Chastity the Journey.

[ventana]

This incident happened during the ends of Covid, so by now I know how it turned out. At that time, I wrote this stuff down as it was happening so that's how it's going to feel as I tell this story. I hope you find it as entertaining as I did going through it.

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Here is my story, its currently working itself out, and where it will end up, I can honestly say that I really have no idea at this time. I can only say that I will attempt to keep the story updated as time goes by and the situation alters, or the dynamics change. For now, it's only important for you to realize, this in not fiction, this is real life that I'm currently experiencing, and I'll do my best to be both candid and informative.

- JMGooner

[OPEN CURTAINS - KEY MUSIC]

A long time ago, in a galax.... oops I'm drifting again that's the wrong story. In fairness, I am currently dealing with what I can only phrase as "CUM BRAIN". What is that you ask? Well, for those that do not know, I'm so backed up with semen that by this point, my brain must be floating within a pool of cum and thus is significantly impaired when it comes to its higher functions like good judgment and decision making. It really works well with that whole expression of "young, dumb, and full of cum". I understand that now on a much deeper level than before. Now on with the rest of the story.

First a bit of background about me. HELLO, my name is JMGooner and I am a Chronic Masturbater. I have been for years and years and ... well you get the picture. I also love to cum... LOVE IT!! Hell, I bet if you shined a black light around my house it would resemble a Jackson Pollock painting. I love to cum, and I did it a lot. They say you can train your body to almost any condition, well, that must be what I've done with my years of "training", as I generally would on average, cum 2-3 times a day, every day, if not more. Did I mention that I love to masturbate and cum? Through the years, I also learned that if I could edge a bit and delay that release, it would greatly improve the pleasure of the experience. I'd done that on many occasions with very good results, but due to my chronic nature and my love to splash my spunk around, I never had the will power to last more than 3-4 days in my edging endeavors. Never, I just didn't have it in me. Hmmm... rather I should say I just couldn't keep it in me; I think that would be more apropos.

Now time to get my ass out of the "Way-Back" machine and return to the here and now, or at least the very recent here and now. As in about 14 days ago.

[ENTER STAGE RIGHT - Online Mistresses - MISTRESS HUNTER and MISTRESS CASEY]

Being again in one of those moods to enhance my orgasmic experience with some delay, I sought some professional help this time around. I was very intrigued by the 30 DAY GOON AND EDGE ASSIGNMENT program offered by Mistress Hunter and Mistress Casey. It looked very fun and challenging. I thought about it quite a bit even tossed off to the idea a day or two while building up the courage to take that plunge and join what's being called Gooner Training. I do find it kind of ironic that I got off several times to the idea of giving up that right to get off for gooner training. Anyways, about 14 days ago I took the plunge. I knew it would be difficult and a challenge. I also hoped to succeed, but being a realist and having intimate knowledge of my own history, I was positive I'd fail. But hell, I'd give it that old college try while hearing that old mantra in my head "I think I can... I think I can... I think I can."

I will not go into great detail or description of the trials that the two online Mistresses have put me through at this time. I think that is something that must be discovered for each individual for themselves and I'd not want to divulge any of the amazing instruction / guidance I've received. I would tell people that up to this point it's been oddly enough a journey of discovery. One of seeing things about myself or admitting things to myself I had not expected to do. For that I'm very grateful to them both. It also very much pushed me out of my comfort zone into doing more daring things that I'd have ever considered before. It's been a wonderful experience, and I'd suggest to all that if given the opportunity they try it and join the Gooner Squad.

Needless to say, from day one of the training, until now, I think I've touched my cock more than any other time in my life. They had me stroking like a fiend. I had to make sure I was periodically changing arms because I didn't want to walk out into public with one giant over-overdeveloped right arm and a tiny left arm. I was at a point where I was so on edge, I'd get a boner with just a stiff breeze. I can't even begin to describe how hard it was to sit on my big vibrating riding lawn mower and mow my yard. First time I've ever done that with a raging hard-on for the world to see. Thank goodness none of the neighbors noticed. I guess it's just hard to know how normal ordinary things in life will affect you when you've been stroking like there is no tomorrow and edging so much and not getting to squeeze out even a single drop of cum!! And as I've noted above, I was used to dropping a load 2-3 times a day. This experience was / is intense beyond what I expected.

[FAST FORWARD - DAY 7 OF TRAINING - SATURDAY]

Here I find my self, as Cat Stevens once sang.... "Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody I've got some money 'cause I just got paid." Rather these days it's not "paid", I'd have to replace it with "stimulus check". Anyways... I was extremely on edge. Infact, while working on the day's assignment, I almost pushed the edge too much, and it took every single ounce of will power and strength in whatever the male equivalent of Kegel Muscles might be to hold back what I can only guess would have been a massive explosion. I mean I'm not talking Krakatoa or Vesuvius, but certainly a Mount St, Helens. I almost failed the training, yet I was still pleased I had made it 7 days! A new record. Well, I say a new record but if I'm honest my longest period without splashing splooge would be about 14 years long. A really long time, but if I'm being honest, I must qualify that remark by stating that was the time from my birth until age 14 when I discovered masturbation. So, does that really count as a record if I had no knowledge what I was not getting to do? Probably not. So... 7 days and a new record. I needed some way to reward myself.

So, with reward in mind and "stimulus money" in my pocket, how could I not think about doing something stimulating!! I hit on the idea of going to the local strip joint. Now being on the extreme edge as I was, I knew this could be a danger for accidental release. Hell, a beautiful woman sliding around in my lap might as they say, "burst my bubble". I was already at the point that even if it had been over an hour since I last touched my cock, even with just a light stroke, I was hitting a massive edge in less than 2 minutes. Theres not a song on the jukebox in a strip joint shorter than that, so I was doomed. DING! DING! DING! I suddenly had a great idea. What if I got out that chastity cage, I bought several years back and never really used much and wore that. It would certainly prevent me from having any accidents and I could then go to the strip joint with not a worry in the world. So, I jumped into a cold shower to not only clean up but in hopes of deflating this almost self-aware appendage hanging between my legs. I knew he would not go gently into confinement so I thought I could put him to sleep with the cold then get him caged before the beast woke back up!! The mission was a success... I was caged and locked and ready to go. This was so out of my comfort zone, I'm surprised I was going through with it.

***NOTE*** THIS WAS MOST LIKELY THE FIRST EARLY WARNING THAT I WAS SUFFERING FROM CUM BRAIN, BUT AT THIS TIME I WAS NOT AWARE OF THAT CONDITION.

[SCENE CHANGE - GENTLEMANS CLUB - BEAUTIFUL WOMEN EVERYWHERE]

WOW, I walked into the Gentlemans Club and the place was packed with beautiful women everywhere and not a whole lot of customers. Finding a good playmate for the evening was going to be very easy. At this point I was quickly reminded that I had a caged beast with me as it began testing the strength and size of its new cage. Fuck... How was I going to explain this cage when a dancer discovered it, obviously I had not thought this plan through. Quickly I bellied up to the bar to not only momentarily hide the bulge of my cage and to get a beer to lubricate my anxiety and nerves.

***NOTE*** CUM BRAIN WARNING SIGN NUMEBR TWO - NOT HAVING A PLAN FOR A CAGE IN A PLACE DESIGNED FOR LAP DANCING / TOUCHING.

I turned around with beer in hand and I was immediately faced with a true vision of beauty, definitely intent on invading my personal space. A real stunning beauty that stood about 5-8 with long red tresses hanging down to about nipple height. Amazing body and when I saw that I'm not talking about one of these tiny things that come in barely over 105 lbs. I mean a woman with real curves. Fuck me... just when I was at my weakest, I should run into my very own kryptonite. Redheads are my kryptonite. She had evidently decided that since there were too few customers, she had better pounce before the rest of the pack could get involved. Early bird gets the worm as the saying goes. Well, this tigress had caught her bird, but that worm, well, it was locked away. Without an answer, she took my hand and lead me over to a table to sit down. Good thing she didn't wait for an answer because I was momentarily struck speechless. Thats generally not the case as I tend to just rattle rattle rattle. Never shuts up. Maybe I was worried about how I was going to proceed with this vision of a woman while also wearing a cage.

We spent the first few minutes in basic chit chat as you do when you're first getting to know someone. Just basic BS, nothing of real consequence. Then she casually slips her hand into my lap and gives things a squeeze. My moment of truth had arrived. Would she run away screaming? Would she look on me in disgust? Would she be cool about it? The moment had arrived, and I was dangling on a different kind of edge now, what would I do, how would I explain, my anxiety was at an all-time high. I felt a momentary pause, then she seemed be feeling around as if trying to understand just what it was that she was feeling. Then she gave me a very direct look and asked, "What is that?" Well, she didn't run screaming I was a perv, nor did she look at me in disgust, but rather a look of curiosity and confusion. So, I thought, I got to come up with some explanation but all I really had was the truth. So, in completely out of character fashion, not to imply that I lie to people, I tend to be too brutally honest with them that they get pissed, I told a complete stranger the truth about my current situation.

***NOTE*** CUM BRAIN WARNING SIGN NUMBER THREE - SHARING INTIMATE SEXUAL FETISH DETAILS WITH A REAL PERSON/STRANGER FACE TO FACE.

So, I bared my soul you might say and told my story. The truthful story. She sat and listened and from time to time again reached into my lap feeling around trying to get a grasp of the situation. Oddly, it was very cathartic to be actually telling this complete stranger sitting next to me all about what was going on and why. That was unexpected to say the least. Naturally, by this time the hawkish waitress came by and was really trying to push buying the lady a drink as they do in strip joints. She asked me would you like to buy the lady a drink and visit the VIP Lounge? So, my story pretty much done, I looked at the lady and asked her, "well, do we?" She looked at me and with no hesitation said, "yes we do". Now I'm under no illusions about how strip joints work. These ladies are there for a job and their job is to extract money for them and the club, so at this point I did not know if she was seeing this as an opportunity to do just that and was secretly disgusted or if she was okay with it to this point or some degree of both mixed together. I hoped she was more on the intrigued side. So maybe I still had one or two illusions!

From that point on, we spent the night discussing all the aspects of what was going on in the privacy of the VIP lounge. She would periodically give me a lap dance that I quickly discovered can have many chances of pinching your precious bits by the cage if it moves just a bit in the wrong way as its ground against by a woman giving you the aforementioned dance. Eventually she said that she wished she could see it to better understand what it looked like and how it worked. I asked her if she wanted me to unbutton and show her, she said no that could get her in too much trouble if found out. I told her I guarantee her that she was going to go home tonight and google all this shit and do some research. She replied to me that there was no doubt about that. At this point I had to go to the rest room and fix a bind I was in and say goodbye to some of my beer. While in the rest room, I was struck with the idea, I could snap a few shots with my smart phone and if she really wanted to see, those would let her get an understanding of what she was at that point only feeling. I did it... she did want to see it... I showed her... she seemed thoughtful and interested. The rest of the night proceeded much the same... more questions and talk... more dances... more beer. Eventually the place closed down, she gave me a hug then a final squeeze on my package and off to home I went. I got home took off everything including the cage and immediately got a boner that I had to sleep with the rest of the night with fleeting visions of a beautiful redhead in my dreams.

***NOTE*** CUM BRAIN WARNING SIGN NUMBER FOUR - TAKING PICTURES OF YOUR JUNK IN A BATHROOM WITH YOUR PHONE THEN SHOWING THEM TO A STRANGER.

[SCENE CHANGE - HOME BACK TO REGULAR GOONER TRAINING REGIMEN]

Time to put the old nose back to the grindstone as they say, but in this case, it was not my nose and it was not a grind, it was a stroke-a-thon! At this point you know that I'm doing GOON/EDGE assignments, and I'll skip the details of those and what all is happening. There is only one incident that I'll include as many may find this humorous. As you will know, prolonged stroking and edging will without a doubt produce large amounts of pre-cum leaking. Once I had informed my Mistresses that I was producing such large amounts of this, my assignments seem to make a point of telling me to keep it cleaned up. I've never had an issue with eating my pre-cum, so it was an easy task to complete. I can't say the same thing about my actual cum but that is a whole different story for another time. Not saying I'm for or against that, just saying there is a story there from an earlier episode in my life that's not really germane to this story.

I tend to be meticulous in my hygiene. I brush my teeth in the morning, after meals, and at night before bed. I spent too much time working in public to ever want to assault someone with my breath. So, it's about 12 days into my training and I'm having a particular busy day of edging and I'm leaking a fair amount of pre-cum that I'm slurping down as per instruction. It's had been a long day; I'd had breakfast about 8am that morning and spent most of the day involved in my assignment and find myself at 5pm in the afternoon realizing I still had to visit the bank and pick up a pizza for dinner. I was hungry at that point and pizza sounded good. So, I put on some cloths and headed out to the bank. I got there and getting out of the car, I slipped on my facemask as I am trying to be CoV-19 responsible towards others and walked into the bank. Just before I got into the door - about 10 steps from my car, I realized something was smelling most foul there and didn't know what it might be. I proceeded indoors and quickly I realized I'd have a wait as there were several people lined up and spaced out. Standing there I could still smell that putrid smell. Then it dawned on me that it was my own breath. I had not eaten any food since breakfast so it didn't dawn on me that I might need to brush my teeth. I had eaten a rather large amount of pre-cum though and was now getting to enjoy the "pleasures" of cum breath magnified and held in by my very own face mask. It was horrid. To make matter worse, I was stuck standing there in line for almost 15-20 minutes being tortured by my mask and breath. Talk about a real punishment. Ladies, if you ever need to punish a slave keep that in mind!!! The only good thing is that due to the mask, I didn't expose anyone else to my torment. That would have been a major embarrassment.

At this point there was nothing else of real note that I want to share with my continued training except the fact the I DESPERATELLY NEEDED TO CUM!!! I NEEDED TO CUM!!! I had finally reached day 14 of training and it was again a Saturday, and I still had not cum. My record of "no release" was growing day by day and so was my need to cum! I needed to let my Top Gun blast off. I feel the need... the need... to spill my seed! But like a good Gooner Trainee, I followed orders and never let things pass beyond the "hard deck and break a major rule of training". At this point I felt I could use another reward and thought another trip to the Strip joint would be in order. Like last time, I got ready and caged up. BTW at this point it has almost become a Herculean Labor to stuff this cock into a cage. But in never give up fashion, I got it done and headed out the door.

[SCENE CHANGE - GENTLEMANS CLUB - ACT TWO]

I get there and the same woman is there again that night... happy to see me and immediately reached down to see if I'm caged. She feels that I am and with a gleam in her eye drags me off to a dark secluded area and begins our night. Everything going as expected... until. Sitting there she said, I have a whole host of more questions about your cage and why you're doing it. She told me she had been doing a lot of research online since the previous week and could not stop thinking about it. She was intrigued. She then asked me if I had the key on me. So, I answered Yes, I do. She said great could she hold it while I was at the club. I said a bit reluctantly sure, dug it from my pocket and handed it to her. She took it and pulled her panties open and dropped the key inside. Then said it would be safe there, unless she got so hot it melted.

*** RED FLAG WARNING NUMEBR ONE - SOMEONE THAT YOU BARELY KNOW ASKING IF YOU HAVE YOUR COCK CAGE KEY WITH YOU.

*** CUM BRAIN WARNING SIGN NUMBER FIVE - TELLING THAT SAME STRANGER THAT YES I DO.

*** RED FLAG WARNING NUMBER TWO - THAT SAME STRANGER ASKING IF SHE CAN HOLD THE KEY WHILE YOUR THERE AT THE CLUB.

*** CUM BRAIN WARNING SIGN NUMBER SIX - GIVING SAID KEY TO THAT STRANGER YOU BARELY KNOW.

Now, I've played a bit with the idea of a cage, and I've worn it at home or around, but I've always had the key. The moment she dropped the key down by her cooch, the impact of that drop hit me like a ton of bricks! That surprised me as I knew it was just temporary, but for the first time, I was truly not in control of my own cock via the cage and her having the key. So, to say unusual feelings of both excitement and anxiety were surging through me would be like calling the titanic just a small boat. I was stunned by how I was feeling, it was totally unexpected.

Needless to say... the night progressed from there. Lap dances, teasing, questions, basically what you'd generally expect from a visit there. From time to time, various other dancers would come sit down beside us briefly. They would without fail, discretely put their hand in my lap. I think they just wanted to feel the cage or verify I was wearing one. They always got quite an unusual look on their face when they realized it was real. Obviously, the secret of my cage was out there, or I'd not be getting all these other visits.

Anyway... the night was winding down and she got into her purse (where I assumed by this time, she had put the key). Instead of pulling out the key, she pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper and asked if she could have my phone number in case she had more questions. At this point I was fully aware of the magnitude of the situation I'd placed myself into by handing over the key. I added 1+1+1 and came up with 3 very easily and knew where this was most likely heading. Trying not to show it, I gave her my number a bit nervously. Dancers don't normally ask for your number, they get given many numbers, but I'd only ever had one other want my number before and that was for a totally different reason. I realized I'd went and truly got myself in a bind, I'd stuck my head into the hornets' nest, except it wasn't my head it was my cock, and it wasn't a hornet's nest it was a cock cage, and the bind was someone else controlling my key!!

At that point the place was closing, the lights were coming back on, and everyone was leaving. So, I asked her for my key. Her eyes light up and in that moment, I knew for sure what I'd just speculated at that point. She had a low chuckle and told me she had decided she liked the thought of having it and wanted to hang on to it a bit, but that'd she call me, because she'd like to play further. I was floored. Granted, this is a fantasy I've had, but when the reality hits you in the face, I have to admit it's a bit scary. Not wanting to make a scene, and knowing I had a spare key at home, I let it go. Hugged her, she patted me on the cage and said... call ya soon.

[SCENE CHANGE - BACK AT HOME]

I got home, oddly I was very excited with no anxiety at all, maybe there was no anxiety because I knew I had an extra key, and it would be unlocked soon. WELL, that ole bitch known as Karma snuck up on me and literally squeezed me by the gonads this time! I've tore my house up and can't find the extra key!! So, at this point my anxiety is very high and oddly my arousal is as well. Go figure. But for the moment I am truly under lock and key. That was not how I had planned for things to go. I now find myself in uncharted waters. It's going to be difficult to complete my GOON / EDGE Training while under lock and key, even though I'm not going to technically get to cum as again I must stress I AM UNDER LOCK AND KEY.

For now, I am struggling with the thought of having someone else really in control of my cock for the first time in my life. I know I could probably break this lock, I'm very handy with tools besides just being handy with my own tool. I am sure I can take two wrenches and with very little effort break this lock. But if I do, that would destroy anything that might develop in the future with this woman. I am truly torn and conflicted on what to do. I am extremely aroused and excited as well. As I said, uncharted waters. I really do not know what my next move will be, but for now I sit here late on a Sunday night writing out this story while pondering my next steps. All the while wondering when she will call.

Currently that's where my story ends. Where it goes from here, only the shadow knows. So, tuned in next week to the same bat channel at the same bat time for the exciting conclusion of "From Gooner to Chastity the Journey". And without further ado I say, "GOOD NIGHT, Mrs. Calabash--wherever you are!"

[TO BE CONTINUED AS EVENTS UNFOLD IN THE STORY]

[cristovaop]

Oh FUCK that was hot! It is easy to say that I would never do what you did, but I'm writing this with my cock in hand. Probably I would fall to the same trap as you.

[CumScream]

This was amazing to read.
Looking forward to then next chapter