Chapters tagged male chastity

by Levantin

Chapter 29

The soft click of the bedroom door snapped Vanessa out of her daze for a fraction of a second, but her gaze remained burned onto my crotch. The shame choked the air from my lungs so ruthlessly that I couldn't even blink. “What’s going on here?” Loona’s voice rang out. She strol...

by Levantin

Chapter 36

The walk home felt like a march to the scaffold. My sneakers shuffled against the asphalt, my head pounded, and every single step served as a dull, chafing reminder of what Emma had seen in the art room. She knew. And by now, she was almost certainly sitting in front of her phon...

by Levantin

Chapter 39

“Clean that up. Thoroughly.” Her cool voice sliced right through the thick fog in my head. Loona was already on her feet, smoothing down her pleated skirt and taking a step back, away from the spot on the rug and the light wood of the bed frame that still held a telltale gleam....

by Levantin

Chapter 65

The final weeks before graduation passed in a suffocating, seamless routine. Daily life in the period apartment ran like clockwork, its tempo dictated entirely by Loona. Every morning her silent wake-up call tore me from sleep: out of bed by five-thirty, icy water splashed acros...

by Levantin

Chapter 66

Morning arrived without mercy. There was no clinking of Vanessa’s coffee cup, no muted morning radio humming from the penthouse kitchen to mark the quiet onset of a normal day. Only the harsh, white glare cutting through the bare windows of my room, paired with the cold, familiar...

by Levantin

Chapter 68

She sat in the armchair, one leg draped casually over the other, tracing the tip of her foot across my lower lip until my mouth parted on its own. Loona slid her toes inside—slow, unmistakable—letting them rest there as naturally as if this space belonged to her, just like every...

by Levantin

Chapter 70

The night had not been sleep, but a thick, feverish wait. Every time I turned on the thin mattress, the resin cylinder ground dryly across raw flesh. Fourteen days without the faintest relief left my pelvis throbbing in dull, burning waves. Every involuntary swell pressed immedia...

by Levantin

Chapter 93

The cool linen of the box-spring bed felt like an alien world. I lay flat on my back, the duvet pulled to my chest, eyes pinned to the ceiling where the streetlamp cast faint, amber ribbons through the drapes. The loose grey cotton boxers rested lightly against my skin. No base r...