Shaping Jose: A week in chastity (II)

It's been several years since I published a story that was well-received. In it, I talked about a somewhat asymmetrical relationship with someone younger, where this person (Jose) accepted a bet that forced him to be in chastity for a week.

The truth is that I completed most of the story a few months later, but I never published it. Here's the second part.

I hope there will be a third.

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"Monday"

Each of us woke up in our own home, as is logical. Perhaps I haven't explained that at the time, I lived alone, while he shared an apartment with two girls who studied at his university. From the beginning, I had made it clear that my house was my space, so the fact that I lived alone hadn't contributed to him spending more time at my house than at his own, no matter how much he would have liked to. During the weekdays, we would occasionally meet up (for dinner, to grab a beer, or go to the gym if our schedules coincided), and we would see each other more frequently on weekends. At the same time, we spent the day texting each other on WhatsApp. Given this situation, I was curious to understand how he was feeling and, in some way, I wanted to accompany him from a distance so that he wouldn't feel abandoned and could deal with his new concerns with someone.

"How are you feeling this morning?" I texted him that morning.

"I didn't sleep very well," he replied.

It was to be expected. Although he had shaved the area before putting on the chastity belt, it was still a foreign device that no one was used to living with. He told me that when he got an erection during the night, he would wake up feeling the device, so he couldn't sleep very deeply. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't a comfortable experience either.

"Well... I suppose you'll end up crashing from exhaustion tonight. How are you feeling?"

"Good," I replied. I wanted to give him the opportunity to back out if he wanted to, but he didn't say anything.

Throughout the day, I kept asking him how everything was going. In the early hours, he told me that it was a strange experience being in class like that. It made me laugh that he had to sit down to pee.

"I tried to do it standing up," he told me, "but it was like a sprinkler. It was a pain to clean the bathroom afterwards."

Another curious thing was that, according to him, he constantly felt like he had something between his legs, and although he was sure that no one could notice, he always suspected that it was visible.

"... and it's weird, because thinking that people might notice that I'm wearing it makes me... then I feel like I'm getting an erection, and at the same time, I feel the belt, which makes me even more excited," he texted me.

That also turned me on. I jerked off a few times to his testimonies, but I didn't want to tell him. I knew it would make him even more excited, and ...