Group Therapy For Chastity Boys · Locked in a chastity belt, you gotta meet with your orgasm denied and cuckolded peers!

Darrell had sat down in his support group, and wondered if the fellows would have any insights into his problems with his wife!

But other people had issues, too. Blume, who Darrell recognized as his plumber, was complaining that his piercing was starting to get on his nerves.

"My wife won't let me switch to a chastity belt—she thinks it's too expensive, but I'm almost sure this piercing is going to give me a rash. It itches all the time." Blume laughed self-consciously. "But that might be because I'm jerking off—without getting orgasms—using that icky bathroom pink dispenser soap in public restrooms, and it's making me itch, you think?"

Haven commented, "My daughters have me in a small chastity belt that I can't even get erect in, and that's almost worse than a piercing. I think the grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence...I would die for a full, unfettered erection, never mind an orgasm."

Baylor Burberry, husband of Esther laughed shortly. "But does your device have the little needles in it? Esther has put one of those teeth bracelets in my device, because she is jealous—she thinks I am watching the asses of the girls I coach on the track team at Buttermilk High...she might be right, but I sure can't watch them for long."

The men laughed bitterly. One man, with a shock of red hair mentioned that his wife was trying a new thing where he was required to blow five men for every orgasm he got.

"I wouldn't mind so much, as Lisbeth lets me put a condom on them, but she chooses the most disgusting people to bring home. My dad was a White Supremacist, sure, but why must I pay for his sins when Lisbeth brings home these big, gangling Mandingoes?"

Baylor, who was the group Coordinator smiled. "Sounds like you might have a bit of residual racism there, Theron. Maybe a few more blowjobs of African American sanitation workers will ease your attitudes.