CPCCP In America

Entering Chastity

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By Implausible Situation

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By Erik Philmore, age 11, 6th grade

I still remember when I was around 7, in the second grade that the girls started looking at us boys differently. They would get giggly when I noticed them talking as a group, and I wasn't sure why. Since I had a feeling the girls were talking about us it made me start thinking about them differently as a group too. I knew from TV that boys usually date girls and that added a whole level of complication when talking to my female friend Sara who a year ago had seemed to be just like me. Slowly it seemed like she just wanted to be around the other girls, and didn't want to be around boys as much because we were "icky". Likewise, when I told my male friends that I missed her they laughed at me and joked, "Erik has a girlfriend".

I didn't know why Sara didn't want to be around me so much anymore, but over the next couple years it became more apparent. Around fourth grade (when I was 9) I noticed Sara's body started changing. Her chest wasn't flat anymore, and her legs seemed so much longer than they used to. Looking at her in her short skirt fitted white blouse made the blood rush through my body and I had no idea why. My dick would get hard whenever I thought about her. In fact, my dick started getting hard all the time for no reason at all. I even started waking up with it hard. By some instinct my hand would go to my dick and rub it when I woke up. I also started laying on my belly when I went to sleep so I could grind the bed while thinking about Sara.

By the 5th grade it was all I could do to stop thinking about her, and even her friends were causing me to get excited. I didn't know what was going on, so I confided in my brother, Mark, who was 15 at the time. He wasn't much help, he just told me that I'd be best off staying away from girls and that I definitely shouldn't tell Mom what I was feeling.

Well my instinct was telling me that Mark was right, but a drive I couldn't control had me confronting Sara the next day at school. I told her I couldn't stop thinking about her, and that I just wanted to be alone with her so bad. I didn't think that was such a bad thing, and I wish she hadn't been so distant lately. She responded simply that she was happy to hear what I had to say, and that this surely meant that it was time for me to get "fitted". I wasn't totally sure what this meant, but I had heard Mom say it before when she was going shopping with Mark.

It was at that moment that it dawned on me- was Sara going to get me one of those contraptions that Mark wears on his dick? But it wasn't Sara of course. Sara told our teacher, who called my Mom. When I got home from school Mom said she got a call from the teacher, and that it was time to get me a new wardrobe. This didn't sound terrible idea- maybe a new wardrobe would impress her enough to give me some attention.

Mom said we were going to the mall, so we hopped in the car with Mark and our oldest sister Meg who was 18 at the time. Meg wanted to go look for a dress so Mom gave her some money and she took off. Mom took Mark and I to Forever 12. I hadn't been in the store before as malls weren't really my thing and I had just let Mom buy clothes for me up to this point.

I saw that Forever 12 had large sections labeled Shirts, Jackets, Socks, and Chastity Equipment. Finally it dawned on me- Mom was going to put my dick in one of those plastic tube things like Mark's. I wasn't 100% sure but I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to grind the bed or touch myself as well with that thing on.

Mom guided us to the Chastity section and spoke to the woman who worked in that section.

"I need a fitting and chastity device for my 10 year old. It'll be his first one," Mom said.

"Oh, how exciting!" The lady replied cheerfully.

I on the other hand, was definitely less cheerful about this new wardrobe idea than I was when we left home just a few minutes ago.

"We'll need to get him undressed first," the lady indicated to my Mom.

"Of course," Mom replied matter-of-factory.

I knew why Mom was so calm about this, as I now knew that my fate was to be that of my older brother. However, I couldn't remember ever being naked in public, no less at the mall, and the prospect didn't excite me.

"Erik, please undress for the lady," Mom told me.

I just looked at her hesitantly.

"Erik, don't make me tell you twice," Mom reprimanded. When Mom said that it meant she was serious and disobeying would warrant some kind of unpleasant punishment. While I knew in my head that I needed to obey Mom, I froze up and didn't move.

"Alright Erik, we'll do it the hard way then!" Mom raised her voice and reached toward me.

I snapped out of it, shook it off, and reached down to undo my sneakers. I slipped them off one by one and put them to the side. I pulled off my socks and tossed them on top of my shoes. I rationalized that I had been shirtless plenty of times, so I next pulled my t-shirt over my head and put it next to my shoes. I put my hand on the button of my jeans but hesitated again and looked up at my Mom. At this point I could tell that she was rapidly losing patience. I slowly unbuttoned then unzipped my jeans, then pulled them down as slowly as I could. Once they were at my ankles I figured they weren't doing any good anymore so I pulled them the rest of the way off and set them on my shirt. At that point I was just in my white briefs in front on my Mom, brother, and the store employee. I looked around anxiously, and saw that what seemed like a crowd had gathered and was looking in my direction.

"Hurry up Erik, you're causing a line to form!" I was surprised to hear Mark scold me.

"That's it!" Mom yelled and before I knew it she grabbed my hands and lifted them above my head, holding them in place.

"Mark, please take off Erik's underwear," Mom told my brother.

But my Mom's sudden grasp had caused me to panic and I had my legs tightly crossed to prevent anyone from pulling my underwear down.

"Please, allow me," the store employee said calmly. "I know just how to deal with this." She pulled out a pair of fabric shears. She reached to my left side and pulled at the waistband of my briefs and in a couple of snips severed them. She then moved to my right side and did the same thing. Immediately the white fabric fell from my crotch and hung uselessly from between my legs, covering nothing. Sure enough, my boner bounced forward, on display for my family and all the onlookers. With a swift move, the lady grabbed the fabric from behind and yanked it from between my legs, leaving me completely exposed. Mom still had my arms in the air, and Mark was working my legs apart now leaving me even more on display.

"You're going to pay for these shenanigans when me get home, Erik James." Mom scolded.

The lady pulled a ruler from her pocket. She got down on her knees next to me and knelt down so that my dick was at her eye level. I was extremely uncomfortable, feeling it couldn't get any worse at this point. Just then she reached out and wrapped her hand around my dick. She pumped it slowly, about 7 or 8 times. Even though I was humiliated I involuntarily thrusted at her motions. She then released my dick and brought up the ruler to the base of my shaft. "4 inches erect," she told my Mom seeming pleased. "Now to get you fitted, we're going to have to measure you small," her pleasant voice did not reassure me. She got up and walked over to a pitcher of ice water that was on the table. She poured a glass of ice water into a bowl. I thought it was weird that she would want to drink from a bowl. But she didn't drink. She brought the bowl back over to us, knelt back down, put the bowl between my legs, and then raised it until my dick and balls were completely submerged in the ice water.

"AAAAAAAAAA!!!" I screamed, but I could not move as my Mom and brother has me securely held in place. Quickly my boner went away, and I imagined everyone watching saw my dick shrivel up through the clear ice water. After a few minutes, the lady removed the bowl, and then got out the ruler again.

"One inch flaccid," she told my Mom.

"Excellent," Mom said. "I'll start him with a standard plastic, one inch model." Mom seemed to know what she was taking about.

"Are you sure you don't want to leave any room to grow?" The lady asked.

"No, not yet. He needs to earn it. Especially after that outburst," Mom replied.

The lady walked over to the counter then came back with a clear plastic chastity tube that looked like a smaller version of the one my brother wore. She fitted it around my dick and balls, and locked it securely in place. Even as I was still recovering from the shock of the water I felt blood beginning to flow back to my penis. However this time my penis could not grow. I felt the tension as my boyhood pressed up against the plastic. It felt very uncomfortable.

"Will you be getting any new clothes to go with his new chastity?" The lady asked my Mom. Mom said she did indeed want to get me some new clothes. She picked up my old clothes and put them in a plastic bag, and had us look around at their other clothing items while the lady helped other customers.

I wanted to leave as soon as possible, but Mom took her time in the Socks section. They weren't like normal short sock that I was used to wearing. These socks were longer, skintight socks long like leggings- that went all the way up to the calves and ended there, accentuating the nakedness of the penis, except for the chastity tube. Mom bought several pairs and paid for them and the tube and then we were finally able to leave.

When we got home I was so happy to be out of the public that i forgot I was due a punishment. Mom gave my bare behind the harshest thrashing I can remember. I was crying for an hour after that, and it hurt to sit on my butt all night. I laid on my stomach in bed to escape the pain on my behind, but I got no pleasure from the position, as my penis could not grow at all in the right one inch plastic tube.

Over time, I got used to the new status quo. Mom would take the tube off once a week to clean it and me off. I had to have my hands behind my back the whole time or risk another harsh spanking. As hard as it is I now always behave when Mom washes my dick. Of course I naturally get hard when she washes my dick, so at the end of each bathing she repeats the process I first experienced at Forever 12 and freezes my dick and balls in a bowl of ice water. Mom even has some girls my age over to help bathe me from time to time. She says these girls don't have brothers and it's educational for them. I try not to mind. Mom says I should be used to having everyone see my dick now.

Even though I feel like my dick should be bigger than it was a year ago, Mom still insists on keeping me in the one-inch tube. She says I still haven't earned a bigger tube. It's painful even if I get slightly aroused so I am teaching myself to not get aroused and to channel my energy into more productive activities, like writing this story.

Even though I hated it at first, I know chastity is teaching me to be a better man. It will help me to focus on school, and I have lots of energy to help Mom around the house. Even Sara has started spending time with me again since I started wearing the tube. She said she just needed to wait for the right time to spend time with me again. I am so happy to have my best friend back, and I am happy to be learning so much about my place in society.

I want to show my Mom how much I've matured. I want to show her how good I have become at following instructions, and that I no longer consider my body to be my own property. I hope that if I can prove myself to her, that she will reward me by buying me a new chastity tube. And if I am lucky enough to earn a new tube, I hope that I might be able to show Sara that I am maturing enough to continue being her friend, and maybe even someday more than friends.