The Vice Vys
#1 of Chastity Puzzles
'The Vice Vys!
It is widely known that onanism is an immoral, harmful act. The Vice Vys is a chastity device that will prevent your son from violating himself. He will successfully be discouraged from self-pleasure as long as you place the Vice Vys on him nightly.
The device has a 6 digit combination lock you may set and change yourself. If your child tries to unlock the belt himself, the moving digits cause discomfort, discouraging the child from continuing. Comes in many adjustable sizes. £8.'
"This will surely prevent Mikhail from violating himself, Victor."
"Honey, I think you may be overreacting a tiny bit."
"You've seen the studies and advertisements in the paper, Victor! He shouldn't be doing it, he's harming himself!"
"I honestly don't think-"
"There will be no arguing over this! I want my Mikhail to wear this EVERY NIGHT."
Mikhail overheard that conversation, years ago when he was a little cub. The chubby raccoon wondered why he had to wear it, and his father and mother insisted "for protection".
He remembered seeing the advertisement and wondering what it meant by "onanism" and "self-pleasure", terms he never heard before.
An older, wiser raccoon now, he still didn't quite know what those terms were. He may have had an idea, but wasn't sure if he was right or not, and was too embarrassed to ask. Even at the top of his class, he felt embarrassed to not know what was going on.
He had to wear this "Vice Vys" every night for as long as he could remember. It was a jock of sorts, a strap fit around his waist, and a hard garment that would cover his private area. It was fastened to him tightly so he couldn't remove it just by pulling it off. Every morning one of his parents would come in and remove the lock, allowing him to use the bathroom and change into his day clothes.
Even when the device was not on during the day, he was forced to avoid even just looking at his private area when relieving and cleaning himself, to discourage him from "getting ideas", as his mother would always say.
Of course...he would always be curious. All this trouble to prevent him from seeing what was going on between his legs?
Almost every night for years, he'd try to figure out the combination to the lock. As the lock had moving digits similar to a bicycle lock, he'd scroll through the digits to find out which numbers were the correct ones. The tight space though would cause pain to his private area if he tried moving the numbers too much. Mikhail would feel the device tightening a bit on him for some reason, even though it wouldn't visibly get smaller. The raccoon was completely baffled.
Mikhail would always get tired, give up trying to remove the device, and fall asleep.
As he grew older, he found it more and more embarrassing for his mother to place it on him every night and remove it every morning. His father would do it every so often, which wasn't as embarrassing, but, at his age now, he felt he shouldn't have to go through this.
It was discussed over breakfast one morning.
After the raccoon dressed for the day, he went downstairs and entered the kitchen where his mother was serving breakfast.
His father, Victor, was reading the newspaper and all ready for work.
"Good morning, Mikhail."
"Morning, dad."
The chubby raccoon sat down at his seat of the table and began eating breakfast.
As they finished, Mikhail spoke up about the device.
"Dad...I'm getting older now."
"Yes, Mikhail, you are."
"And...I was wondering why...that thing still has to be put on me every night."
"For protection." The mother chimed in, as always.
"Protection from...what?" Mikhail never asked this until now.
"Well...yourself." The mother responded.
"What would I be doing to myself that's so harmful?"
"You know...honey, I do think Mikhail's bringing up some good poi-" Victor was cut off by his wife.
"That's enough. It's for your protection, Mikhail. We want you to be safe."
"Mikhail's pretty much an adult, dear. I think we should let him do things for himse-"
"You'll be late for work, Victor." His wife cut him off again.
Victor looked at his pocket watch. His eyes widened.
"Oooh. Yeah, gotta go now. Have a good day, you two."
As Mikhail walked off to school that day, he thought about the conversation that was had at the table.
He noticed his mother seemed to be the one pressing the whole thing on him. His father appeared more sympathetic to the situation.
Maybe, he thought, he could get the combination from his father...or, at least a hint.
Even if he didn't, he was a bright raccoon. He may be able to more correctly guess the combination based on what his parents set it at. He was always a good math whiz, and he was always getting better with the logic puzzles presented to him at school...a stupid little penis-locking device should be nothing, he thought.
If only his mother actually knew what he was learning at school, Mikhail thought and chuckled.
After school had finished that day, the chubby raccoon walked home. As he was walking, he passed by a can of trash, and something in it caught his eye.
He stopped walking, and started to the can. There was a device on it that looked very familiar to him.
It looked exactly like this "Vice Vys" that his mother put on him. As he picked it up out of the trash, it attracted the attention of another passerby.
"Stupid, useless rubbish, that is. Kids can break them easily, figure out the combination and get into themselves..." he mumbled.
Mikhail was never able to take a look at the inner workings of his own Vice Vys, as his mother would hide it from him during the day. The thing definitely did appear to be kind of flimsy, tough-looking but simply constructed. Must've been why they were the most popular of chastity devices. Looking at the lock, it looked almost identical to a normal bicycle lock...he's even picked through those things before, a strong enough pull and the thing would give away, and sometimes the correct combination would be revealed as it was pulled.
But why was his so difficult?
The chubby raccoon rolled his eyes as his mother clicked the Vice Vys shut on him. Victor sat on the bed and silently looked on, with his pipe in his mouth.
"I still don't understand the reason for this." He uttered.
"When you constantly ask about it, it only shows us we can't trust you, Mikhail." The mother responded.
The chubby raccoon grumbled as he put on his night shirt. "I'm an adult..."
"That doesn't matter. You're still our son." The raccoon mother smiled.
Mikhail continued to grumble, but was content for the moment.
"Good night, mum."
"Good night, Mikhail."
The mother started walking out of the room, but stopped when she noticed Victor wasn't following her.
"Victor, you coming?"
"You go on ahead, dear. I want to talk to Mikhail a bit more."
The mother stood in place for a bit.
"Go on, it's nothing for a wife to listen to." Victor insisted.
The mother remained dead weight until Victor gestured for her to leave with his hands. She sighed and left Mikhail's bedroom, closing the door.
Victor smiled and turned to Mikhail.
"So, Mikhail, what have you been learning in school these days?"
"Well...I've been taking a lot of math and logic courses. I've been enjoying them a lot."
"Oh well that's good! You must be a very smart raccoon by now, then."
"I guess..." Mikhail responded.
"...I didn't forget about what you said this morning, son. I also feel this...thing your mother places on you every night is kind of silly. You're not much of a kid anymore."
"I saw one of these in a trash can today walking home...it looked flimsy...but this one isn't. Why?"
"Well...your mother had me rework it a bit. I strengthened the hold so you'd be unable to simply just pull the lock out. I've also strengthened the chains a bit. I didn't want to, but you know I don't like the sound of your mother yelling."
Mikhail was disheartened a bit.
"We also change the combination every year, and have adjusted it to your growth in size and girth. You've become quite a big raccoon."
Mikhail blushed a bit.
"Don't be embarrassed, Mikhail. It's looked very highly upon. It shows our wealth."
"Yeah, well...I really don't want to wear this lock anymore. It's become very uncomfortable, and hard to sleep at night."
"I know, Mikhail...I've been in your situation myself and I didn't like it one bit either...I had a lock 10 times more difficult than yours put on by my own dad. I can remember how happy I was when I..."
Victor went silent for a moment. He thought about it for a minute.
"Well...your mother wouldn't like it if she knew I revealed the combination to you...but..."
"...Yeah?" Mikhail asked.
"It has to do with a very special day for us, you, me, and your mother. Remember though, we always change the combination."
"Does that mean it's a different day each year?"
"I can't give you more information, Mikhail...I'm sorry."
Victor stood up and got off Mikhail's bed. He then started walking out of the room.
"But...you know, with all you've been learning in school, Mikhail...I'm sure you'll figure it out."
The light was dim, but the raccoon could see a sly smile on his father's face as he walked out.
"Good night, Mikhail."
"Good night, dad."
Once the door closed, Mikhail waited a bit for his parents to go to bed themselves, which wasn't long after.
When he heard absolute silence, the chubby raccoon lifted up his night shirt, and laid it over his round belly, above the navel. He checked to see if the device was truly locked tight. He tugged on the waist strap which would loosen if it wasn't.
Yup, locked tight.
He then looked at the secondary lock by his perineum, connecting the chain that went between the cheeks of his rear end to the back of the waist strap. If that was unlocked the device would also be easily removed. Unlike the combination lock it required a key.
No, that one was locked too. His mother took no chances and always double checked to see if everything was secure.
"Well...time to start guessing." He mumbled, quietly.
In the past, the raccoon would try random numbers on the off chance that it'd be the exact numbers needed to unlock the device.
On nights he'd feel the most desperate to get the thing off of him, he'd literally start at 000000 and go up in sequence. Some nights he'd continue this from where he left off if he remembered where he was at before falling asleep.
"Well...if it's a date I'm looking for..."
He guessed that the first two digits would be the day, the month, and the last four would be the year. With only six digits, he'd be unable to use October, November and December this way.
He didn't rule out other methods of putting in a date. He could ignore the exact day and put just the month and year. The raccoon also realized that he could also swap the digits for the month, day, and year in a few different ways, like how Americans start their date numbering with the month first.
"Special day....their wedding day?" Mikhail mumbled to himself, setting the digits on the Vice Vys.
"691864" was read when Mikhail looked down at it.
*CLICK CLICK*
The Vice Vys loosened a bit...but it didn't unlock completely. Mikhail was surprised. In all his time trying to open the penis-lock, it never clicked for him. Ever. Not until every morning when his mother told him to look away while she put in the correct combination.
It clicked twice...the first two numbers were probably correct, he thought. He tried loosening the lock some more, but it didn't budge.
"No...but they were married on the 6th of September in 1864..."
The lock couldn't quite move or allow him to change the numbers without locking it again, so he tightened it back up and tried a different date.
"Maybe...not their wedding date, but their anniversary. He said the combination changes..."
"691888"
This time Mikhail started tugging on the lock to see if it'd loosen.
...Nothing. Not even a single click.
"...Figures...it's a day for them." he realized. "I'm not really a part of this picture..."
He tried several variations of the writing of the date with the 6 digit limit, year first, month first, all of them failures. Unlike the first combination none of them made a single click.
Worse, moving the numbers was starting to cause pain. The friction of the rotating numbers was irritating his scrotum, which was not just painful, it also made the Vice Vys feel tighter than normal.
If not their wedding date, or their anniversary, it might have been a birthday, he thought. He started with his own.
"641870"
...Nothing.
"Alright...my current birthday."
"641888"
...Still nothing. Variations of this or the previous combination didn't work either.
"If not my birthday...whose?"
He tried his father's birthday next. Because he couldn't input it without using more than 6 digits he ignored the specific day.
"031837"
Still no luck.
"031888"
Variations of these met with failure. The pain to his scrotum was starting to become more and more of a nuisance. It had been more than half an hour, trying these combinations and variations of them.
Since his birthday and his father's didn't work, he tried his mother's.
"441840"
...
"441888"
Still nothing. Mikhail was getting frustrated. He was in a bit of pain, so he decided to stop for a minute, and think to himself about this.
"Okay...I really can't think of too many other dates...It's probably not a holiday."
He thought about what his dad said before.
'It has to do with a very special day for us, you, me, and your mother.'
"A wedding and their anniversary is a special day...but for mom and dad. Not me. A birthday may work, but I've tried all three of ours, the actual dates and current birthdays...none of them worked.
"...What DID work was when I had 64 at the end...sort of."
The chubby raccoon set the last two digits of the lock, not changing the others.
"441864"
*CLICK CLICK*
The lock loosened a bit. Mikhail welcomed this, relieving some of the pain caused by constantly rotating the numbers.
"Alright...so...XXXX64. What is so great about those two numbers in that order?"
He looked down closely at the numbers. It then hit him like a brick to his head.
"Oh...how stupid. I'm putting the numbers in UPSIDE-DOWN." The raccoon said while trying to stay quiet. He realized looking down that he wasn't putting the numbers in quite the right order.
He tightened the lock again, this time trying every single combination he tried before, now compensating for the fact that he was looking at them in the wrong direction. It took almost another hour to try everything again.
"691888" "961888" "188869" "188896"... "031837" "031888" "188803"... "441840"
*CLICK*
"...Right...4 6....4 6? ...Hey!"
"461870" His birthday again, upside down, month first.
*CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK*
The lock loosened four notches, more than before. Mikhail was excited, but still concerned that it was still not the correct combination. He tightened it again, one last time.
"No...they changed it."
"461888"
*CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CHING!*
Mikhail gasped. He looked down. The lock loosened...completely.
"The Vice Vys...I unlocked it!" He whispered to himself, with glee.
He should have realized that April 6th, 1870 was the day his family officially started with his birth. April 6th, 1888 was his birthday this year. They must have changed only one digit each year.
The chubby raccoon gleefully slid the device down his legs, past his feet, and off completely. He put it by his side for safe keeping.
"So...what's the big deal about...hmm..." He looked down.
The chubby raccoon never really saw his penis before. There may have been a quick glance whenever he bathed or relieved himself, but the things his mother told him while he was growing up made him hesitate to look whenever he did those things.
It was a short, thick penis, pink head, sitting on top of a fairly big, round scrotum, the fur the same color as his round belly.
He felt embarrassed that he wasn't educated about how it worked. His father would sometimes attempt to tell him about it but his mother would always stop him and distract him with something else.
It looked...kind of cute, though. It seemed very inviting. He wanted to touch it.
Mikhail put his left hand on the big sack between his legs.
"Oooh....that feels...good." He smiled to himself.
He felt through the ridges of skin beneath the fur, feeling how sensitive the area was. He was beginning to understand the appeal of removing that stupid locking device.
Mikhail took his other hand and grabbed the head of his penis with his index finger and thumb. It was just as, if not more sensitive than the scrotum. By reflex, the head twitched in his fingers.
He continued massaging his scrotum with his left hand, and feeling his member with his right. He enjoyed the twitching reflex, as well as squishing the sack and feeling the testicles inside.
He let go of the penis for a minute. The member continued to twitch. It started to grow bigger. And thicker. A smile appeared on his face as he watched the process of his penis growing.
"This may explain the tightening of the Vice Vys..." He thought to himself.
The chubby raccoon took his hand and put it back on the penis, now the shaft of it. He rubbed it upward. A small flap of skin moved over the pink head of the penis. He lowered it, letting the flap go back down. He liked the feel of this. He started doing it some more, stroking his shaft, speeding up in rhythm.
His left hand started migrating from his scrotum to other parts of his body. He moved upward, to his big round belly. He rubbed it a bit, feeling through his fur, teasing his navel a bit. The left hand continued moving upward, into his night shirt, up to his soft chest.
He squished one of his breasts with his hand. After some of that, he started caressing the nipple with his finger. He let it move around the furless area, allowing the center of it to grow erect as well.
A strange liquid started leaking onto the fingers of his right hand. He stopped to inspect it. He put his fingers to his muzzle and took a whiff.
"Smells...musky...I don't think it's urine..." He thought to himself. He licked the liquid.
"Kinda sweet..."
Mikhail went back to stroking himself. The liquid continued to ooze out the hole of his penis, but he didn't mind, he enjoyed what was going on. His migrating hand moved back down to his scrotum to squish it some more. He quite enjoyed that.
After a bit, the hand migrated downward, to his perineum. He felt sensitive there too, tickling the empty area. They went further downward.
He stopped at another furless area, it took him only a second to realize he was caressing his hole.
He wondered...that's not the cleanest of areas, but he always made sure it was clean, almost to the point where it'd start burning a bit when bathing.
He took one finger and started pressing against the pink hole. Mikhail relaxed a bit. Slowly, the finger got swallowed in. He moved his finger in and out, with the same rhythm as his right hand on his penis. After awhile, he let in another finger. He felt the muscle clenching the hole was the very same muscle causing his penis to twitch.
These feelings of pleasure were nothing he had ever felt before. This must be what "onanism" and "self-pleasure" are, he thought.
The musky scent he was producing was driving him wild. He absolutely loved it, and couldn't get enough.
The twitching member, the big sack, his soft belly, the tight pink hole...thinking about all of these put him over the edge.
A white liquid started shooting out of his penis. He grunted a bit as it happened. The liquid shot across his bed, and leaked onto his hands. It was painful, but...he enjoyed it.
After a few seconds, the shooting stopped. He took his fingers out of his anus and let go of his penis again. He decided to inspect the liquid on his hand again.
Like before, Mikhail brought his hand to his muzzle and sniffed. It smelled even muskier than the clear liquid from before. He gave this one a taste as well.
"...Heh, salty." He said, quietly.
Mikhail wondered what he should do, since he was able to unlock the Vice Vys. He wondered if he should put it back on, and just continue unlocking it whenever he felt like it. He also wondered if he should leave it off and let his mother see he was able to violate himself throughout the night. His mother would either give up and let him free every night from then on, an idea Mikhail liked.
"...No...she wouldn't do that."
Likely, if she found him with the Vice-Vys off, she'd force him to confess to a priest, make him say more prayers, change the combination to something more difficult...and most likely have his dad strengthen it even more.
"No...I don't want to deal with that."
He looked at the inside of the Vice Vys. He realized that the inside was pretty much identical to the one he found in the can of garbage. Despite the "improvements" his dad made, it was no different. If he recalled correctly, they stopped making the Vice Vys. He was the only one he knew with one.
The chubby raccoon opened his window. He took the lock on the device, and bent it until the numbers broke off. The strong raccoon also took the weakened straps that went around his waist and ripped them off. He took all the pieces he broke off, and threw them out the window, into the middle of the street.
Mikhail closed his window, lowered his night shirt, turned down his lantern, and went to sleep. He would deal with his mother in the morning.