St. Gilbert's Sports Academy

St. Gilberts is a scholarship Sports Academy for young men 18-22years from deprived backgrounds around the UK, providing excellence in coaching and tutorship in both Team Sports and Athletics, with the special goal of creating professional Sportsmen of all our graduates.

Established: 1908

Principal: R. Stevens

Part 10: Bradley's Disciplinary Cage Reports.

Email from Prefect Bradley Stevens to Principal Ross Stevens 24/4/2022 08.56 pm

Hey Dad,

Duncan Lothbrok from 1st year is become a classroom celebrity rn wearing a chastity cage. Everyone's chatting about it. A video's going round of him sucking his Big Brother's cock. Definitely kinda hot. They say his Brother's the key master, and it got me thinking Prefects should be using these in routine discipline. What u reckon?

I want a row of hooks with boy's names on all the keys. Locking them down the whole weekend would teach some good behaviour.

Peace out,

Bradley x

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Email from Principal Ross Stevens to Prefect Bradley Stevens 25/4/2022 08:08 am

It's a great idea Son. Just exactly the kind of disciplinary action St. G's should be doling. Surprised no one thought of it sooner tbh, and I can't think of anyone better placed to play Key Master to the other boys.

I want to give you the money to make it work, but you've got to promise to keep on top of record keeping. You know I've picked you up on this before, it's the only area in which you underperform, so I want detailed reports on this weekly. Use the Google Docs link below, I will be checking up on it.

Let's start with 10 cages, get good ones. I'll tell the Caretaker to knock up a glass-fronted cabinet for hanging keys. You do make me proud Bradley,

Dad

*

Google Docs: Bradley Stevens Chasity Report Document, various entries, undated.

I know I haven't been keeping up with these Dad, but honestly it's the same every time. Lads play up, I lock them down. Usually over the weekend when they most want to be dicking around. Teaches them better behaviour than a beating, I'll tell you now. My WhatsApp lights up with DMs, all begging to be let off the hook.

Never felt so Boss as I do right now - ten keys swinging in my glass case. All denied! Some lads seem to enjoy it! That Andy Smith came chatting back deliberately, obviously hoping I'd lock him down a second week in row. Gave him what he was asking for.

I love fitting the cage! I make my detainees pop their balls through the u-ring themselves, but I like to snap the cage in place. These new Trainers just click shut, nice and tidy. Most of the boys have never even seen one before, let alone worn one. Their flustered, bashful faces are priceless.

Safe to say I'm exercising this disciplinary measure to the fullest, even if I don't keep up my reports, trust.

*

I put Hayden Bentley on lockdown. He didn't do anything to deserve a disciplinary, but I keep wondering about permanent lockdown. I really want to test it out on someone.

I didn't want it to be one those faggots who come begging for it. It's not real chastity if they want it. Hayden's a Top Lad, well-behaved, nice smile, keeps himself in good shape. The perfect test candidate to really monitor the effects of prolonged denial. And he's cut, which means he can keep it clean in there. You just need a squeezy bottle of warm soapy water - read about it in a blog.

I didn't tell him my plan, just let him believe it will be coming off Monday morning like the other lads. But it won't.

This should spur me to keep up with my reports anyway. Actually quite excited to track his progress.

*

Made the lads line up like every Monday morning to let them out their cages. I listened patiently to their apologies and one by one released their penis. They get a nice slap on the arse before I send them out tho.

Of course I left Hayden till last, just me and him.

"Sorry for my disobedience, Bradley. I learnt my lesson, I won't misbehave again," he went through the motions, copying what the boys said before him.

"What was your offence?" I teased, knowing full well he hadn't done anything. The question stumped him.

"I... er..." he stammered, not wanting to incur further penalties.

"When you can tell me Bentley, I'll let you out," I declared, giving his cage a single tap with its key, and hanging it back in the case.

He blushed, baffled and irate, turning obediently on his heal and marching out my room. I've had 6 DMs from him since then, asking what he can do to clear his name. I haven't answered.

*

Hayden came knocking on my door last night. It's nearly two weeks since I locked him down. He was hysterical.

"Hey calm down, mate. Come here..." I told him gently, putting some of his nerves to rest.

Conner had been slouched on the couch under the window, so I kicked him out. He always gets so pissy when I kick him out - hilarious. Then I laid myself down on the warm cushions, and directed Hayden's face into my groin. Spreading my arms, I let the frustrated captive do the rest.

Hayden rubbed his nose around my School Trousers, trying to smell my dick through the fabric. Soon my long boner stood out in the creases, and Hayden stroked it with his chin and his lips.

"Keep going," I told him, loosening my belt and lifting my hips to give him room to drag the clothes down my thighs.

Tugging on my Calvin's, my stiffy swung up like a truncheon, slapping his cheek, and he kissed and lapped and chowed on my bellend. Top-drawer boyfriend material right there I thought - such a sensitive touch and passion. He should be romancing some pretty twink, not begging to be let out of cage. Then I bust a nut in his chops.

He went on kissing my dick long after.

"That feel better?" I asked him with a smirk.

"...yeah." he panted, blushing, and I sent him on his way again - fully locked as ever before.

*

Hayden's DMs are hilarious. He texts me all day, pleading this way and that. I ignore him mostly, only chipping in to let him know when I've got a nice long boner in my pants.

He told me his boyfriend has started seeing someone else. Said he couldn't wait for the cage to come off. Can't be easy for a Top Lad like Bentley being shut away so long, but that's the meaning of discipline. I told him you got to work for it. I'm confident he's got what it takes.

"You got this, accept the challenge!" I said, "Boyfriends come and go, but Discipline is forever. If you work at it every day and stay consistent, and do what you're meant to be doing, you can get ahead of so many people. The harder you work, the more disciplined you stay, the better your results we be. If you instil that into your mentality now, you'll be way ahead."

He seemed to respond to talk like that, eager to prove himself,

"Yeah you're right Bradley, it's just hard you know?"

"No it isn't," I teased, "This is hard..."

And I let him suck me off again. Honestly worships my hard-on, his brows pinched up in agony.

*

This is legit the Hayden Bentley Blog now lol.

I think he's got into the rhythm of permanent chastity now. It's been nearly four whole weeks. He's still up in my DMs, but he's stopped asking about being let out the cage. Now he's only begging to get a taste of my dick. And I've been giving it to him. Lad in training. I knew he was a good boy. Chose my subject well.

I make him kiss his key when he reports to me, and he clearly likes it. Honestly if he really needed to get the cage off he would have found a way by now. There's plenty of tools to hand in the workshop. Or he could simply snatch the key when I show it to him, but he's kept it on all this time because he wants to be good. He wants me to be his Key Master.

*

Hayden tho. I've had him caged five fucking weeks. I swear he's a shining example to the whole School. Monitoring anxious behaviour and his ramblings over this period, it's obvious that permanent chastity tests every limit of a young man's courage. But something's finally clicked, and Hayden's come to see how much better everything is now I've got him under lock and key.

He sent me a WhatsApp this morning explaining his new found peace of mind.

"I don't want you let me out anymore Bradley. I want you to keep me locked forever. I know it sounds crazy, but I love this. I realised it yesterday in the locker room. The Lads all started calling me Bradley's bitch. They thought they were razzing on me, but I was like - damn right I'm Bradley's bitch! and smiled a knowing smile.

"They couldn't understand the discipline it takes to do this - the focus and dedication. I think about it all the time. At breakfast, in class, on the pitch, in the shower, tucked up in bed at night - anytime I feel the grip of my cage (which is all the time), I think of you, and I feel proud of the diligence I've shown. It's ultimate self control. They wouldn't understand the meaning of sacrifice.

"Looking back through this thread, I can't believe I was being such a whiney bitch before. I'm embarrassed by it. You'll never hear me ask to get this cage off again. Only let me taste your freedom while I'm safely locked, and I could be your lock-boy forever."

Sounds like he's fallen in love with me a bit. Result.

*

Hayden's begging me to wear his key on my my person. I had it on my keychain a week or so, but he asked me to thread it onto my necklace and I thought it was a neat idea. He said he wants me to wear it when I fuck my girlfriend. Guess word's got out about me and Bryce dating the twins from the village.

Millie noticed the key round my neck and asked me about it. I told her it was boy's stuff, not to worry. She said,

"Keeping secrets, huh? I'd love to know what you've got locked away..."

I said,

"It's School things. You know I'm a Prefect baby, I got duties."

"You don't care about duties," she teased, "you're a classic Bad Boy. What's this key really for?"

"It's disciplinary," I grumbled, riled by the naughty twinkle in her eye, "I've got a boy on lockdown while I'm here having fun with you."

"What, locked in his room? Like in detention?"

"Something like that, yeah," I smirked.

"Is it like some cringe hazing thing? Is he chained to a lamppost or something? You think you're such an Alpha!"

"Damn right I'm an Alpha!" I scowled, slapping her arse to prove it.

Then I fucked her without a jonny on, making saucy vids on my phone for Hayden, being careful to capture his key as it bounced off my pecs. Didn't think sex with my baby girl could get any hotter, but wearing that key made my dick piss like a firehose.

I put all the videos in a WhatsApp for Hayden to cry over.

"Fuck!" he replied, "Bradley, Fuck!"

I knew he'd be going out of his mind.

"Watch and weep," I text him, tossing my phone aside and cozying back down beside my sweetheart. His key fell between Millie's tits as we kissed.

*

Shrinkage.

"You wanna to know the best thing about permanent lockdown?" I asked Hayden as he was busy necking my fat cock.

He knew better than to interrupt his work with any response tho. He just choked and listened.

"It's been over six weeks now, you'll be getting shrinkage."

I felt sure he didn't appreciate what I was telling him, so I went on.

"If you keep your dick locked down long enough it shrinks."

He spluttered and withdrew, managing to blurt a nervous "Wha...?" before I thrusted his ruddy face back down on my boner,

"Don't stop!" I barked, and he jumped back on it like a good boy.

"You can google it later. The longer I keep you caged, the smaller your willy becomes."

Hayden groaned in a deep unctuous hum, guzzling my dick more deliciously than before.

"I know how much a goal oriented person you are, you've shown that over these weeks. Well now we've got a tangible goal, something to aim for if you think you've got what it takes."

Of course a lot of people online are saying permanent chastity isn't real, and doesn't actually shrink your penis, but I've seen some awesome before and after pictures that disagree.

"I'm gonna have to swap your cage out for the next size down," I told him breathlessly as he worked me up to a phenomenal nut. The conversation halted to allow for my climax. I pissed it down his throat, holding him close until the throbbing subsided.

"Fuck Bradley, is that real?" he gulped for air when we were done.

"Medium was a snug fit when I first shut you in, but I reckon you're ready to come down a step."

It was the first time I'd ever let him out, though I'm pretty sure he must have picked the lock few times, especially in the early days. Either way, the cage came off and his silly penis limped out - noticeably lesser than it had gone in. It looked good considering the long tortures I put him through. No bruises, no redness. Testament to the quality of cages you bought, Dad. His fella looked just fine. Only smaller. Definitely smaller.

"Fuck, you really shrunk it! You shrunk my dick, Bradley!"

"Fucking sick, right?" I boasted casually, secretly as much amazed as he was.

He was so fucking impressed with his new choad, he got me to take dozens of pictures on his phone, flexing in his socks. He's getting kinda hench too, taking out his frustrations in the gym all this time. I used this moment to bolster his self esteem, and solidify his commitment to the process.

"Looking good Bentley," I told him, "Like a Greek statue - proper swole with a tiny dick. It's all paying off, mate. If you double down now and trust in disciplinary chastity, we can make your tiny dick dreams a reality."

I let him admire his photos while retrieved a new cage. Only took a minute to swap it out - and click! Bentley had been successfully stuffed into the next size down.

That night he spammed my WhatsApp with links and pictures of all the tiniest cages he could find, sending screen shots of nano-size trainers, saying,

"Take me there, Bradley. Shrink me down."

That would be so sick if I could really nix his dick like that. Pretty sure it's not actually possible, but I'll play along and pretend that's what we're doing.

Wish I could shrink Conner's dick. he's such a massive bellend, he deserves it more than anyone.

*

My fag boy Riley's been watching the whole Hayden Bentley saga with mounting jealousy.

"Permanent means permanent," I warned him, but he nodded everything forward, and now he's on permanent lockdown too.

Then Charlie Rowe from second year asked me about it too, so now I got three lads in custody.

Everyone's calling them 'Bradley's boys'. It's like the most elite frat in School. They hang out in a little Bradley fan club, spotting each other at the gym and chatting about which of them gets to suck my dick. And they all want me to shrink their silly choads. Their racing each other down to the nano-cage, placing bets.

Pretty fucking awesome. They don't call me Prince of St. G's for nothing.

*

Dad, have you seen the tables? My lockdown lads have come up first in every one of their specialist fields!

Bently fucking crushed it in our away game, scoring all 3 goals in a 3-Nil win. They're not calling him bitch in the locker room anymore.

And Charlie topped the wrestling chart, and Riley broke the school record in 100 metres track! These lads aren't messing around! I swear their taking their training so seriously now, my lockdown regime has given them real focus. I didn't think it would produce results like these, but the boys are deservedly proud of what they're achieving.

"You see? You've traded puerile penile gratification for actual sporting achievement, and with lasting results," I told them, acting as their coach from now on, "Now that you've seen just a little something of what you're capable of, would any you want to go back to jerking off?"

"Fuck no!" Hayden scoffed.

"Wanking's for wankers," Charlie hooted, cracking us up.

"Blowie's are for Real Men tho, eh?" I added, tugging my long boner out of my joggers and letting Charlie neck it as his reward.

Then they kissed their keys, and left giving each other fist bumps and pep-huddles.

*

They've only gone and done a feature about my lockdown lads in the student zine. You have to check it out, the called the piece 'True Disciples', and they did a hilarious photo shoot in the school chapel. The boys all have their cages on show, and they're praying to my pin-up on the alter.

"Anyone previously calling these lockdown lads 'Bradley's bitches' soon ate their words faster than they'd eat Prefect dick."

"We meet the boys who have signed up to the ultimate no-fap, and swapped the key to their sex life for Academic success."

Nah, but jokes aside, the article's done a great job explaining the reason behind the discipline.

"We're just getting started," Hayden pledges, "We're taking sporting excellence to the next level!"

"What do you do about the old blue balls? After four months aren't you going out of your mind yet?"

"You get over it after a month. You learn to love the denial. It become the focus for all your frustration and intent. You use that energy to excel, it fuels you. I don't want to cum ever again. Sometimes it happens on accident, and you leak a silly puddle through your soft penis, and you always feel like you let Bradley down."

"Aren't you worried about shrinkage?"

"That's the goal!" Hayden bites back, "Bradley's already taken me down a whole cage size! It shows my total commitment to the program. I don't need a dick, I'm entirely focussed on the game. If I stay on track I might be able to go the next size down again!"

"I love the look of a cage," Charlie agrees, "Neat and tidy, and small. If you care at all about looks maxing, a small cage makes your muscles look bigger. You look more muscular and masc."

"We still get plenty of sex," Riley smirks, "we're just not giving our power away - spending a silly nut when we could channel that energy into a win." And who can contradict this sporting sentiment, when the league tables speak for themselves.

"That's the second time the boys have called their orgasms silly. It's clear they keep a low opinion of any kind of dick joy. But don't they apply the same logic to their key master Bradley?

"Bradley," Hayden sighs, "Bradley orgasms so we don't have to. His satisfaction IS our relief. Any time he cums I feel better for it, and if he's so generous enough to fuck my face, I'm the luckiest lad in the whole wide world."

I swear these boys make me proud (proud in my pants :)

*

As expected, interest in my lockdowns has exploded since the MOTM article went out. I'm going to have to formalise this into a real training program in time for next year. Then I can take on students in larger numbers.

I reckon they should have to do three months lockdown before any rewards, to prove their commitment to the program. After three months I'll let them watch me get a blow job off more senior lads in training. Just watch mind, to show what they could achieve if they're willing to work for it.

Four months they can finally get to taste me. After that they can get a face fuck for every sporting achievement they clock - Win a race, score a goal, break a personal record. Looks like I'll have at least a dozen lads in training after summer break.

What would Millie say if she knew about all this? Thing is, I want to tell her. I want my Girlfriend to know just exactly how Boss I am. It's a huge part of my life, and I need a girl who can accept that. I want a girlfriend who will look up to me and support me. She should find it dead sexy, to know her Man is such a fucking G.

Maybe I'll tell her, maybe I won't.