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"SheathLocker" name and concept are copyright NeoNeon on FA.=====================================================================================Amaroq woke up ten minutes before his alarm went off. It was a lazy Saturday morning, and as he rolled over to switch off his alarm clock, he noticed the familiar tightness around his sheath that went along with "morning wood." After putting on his glasses, he reached down to fondle his balls, his paw brushing across the warm metal of the SheathLocker device that kept his canine cock restrained. Amaroq was colored like any other average German shepherd - dark muzzle, light face, dark ears, light belly with a dark saddle from his shoulders, down his spine to the tip of his tail. His dark balls had always contrasted sharply against his otherwise light-colored underside, but now those balls were just the eye catch that drew attention to the silver chastity device encasing his sheath. It was a devilishly simple design - the main portion was a solid steel chamber that slid snugly over his sheath like a second (albeit much harder) skin. A semi-circular steel band went around the back of the scrotum, attaching to pegs on either side of the steel sheath at the base, then a similar band went around the base of the sheath at the front, attaching to the same two side pegs and to a small metal loop immediately in front of the balls. A padlock clicked through this loop to hold the whole thing in place so that it was impossible to remove without the key. A small hole at the end of the steel sheath allowed the wearer to urinate freely without removing the device, but the hole was too small to allow in a finger or claw, so the SheathLocker kept the wearer's sheath and penis completely confined and blocked from the sensation of any touch.Amaroq's cock was trying to get hard, straining against the inside of its prison; he flexed his

groin muscle to make his cock swell, testing the strength of the steel, but it never yielded. He let out a small whine, and a bead of pre-cum appeared at the end of the metal sheath, but he only tested the restraint now because he liked the feeling of his cock swelling to fill its cage and struggling to get free, like a firm grip around his own sheath. The throbbing of a stifled erection also reminded him of his maleness and made him feel even more aroused. Moving his paw up to cover his sheath, he tried thrusting a few times under the sheets, but that was no good either. He had worn this device for over eight months now, and had not been allowed an orgasm or even to touch his cock in that time. His masters held the only keys to the lock, and they usually only unlocked him once a week, to allow for thorough cleaning of both his natural and metal sheaths.His masters - if that was the right word. True, they controlled the keys to his cock, but he had submitted to their control voluntarily. He even asked for it! He didn't feel like a slave, and they never called him that, so it wasn't a label that truly fit. His "masters" were a pair of Clydesdale brothers that he had come to know at a gay bar he used to frequent. Growing up, Amaroq had followed the path of most of the other young males in his middle and high schools; he started noticing the girls after he noticed his guy friends start noticing the girls. He was never a bad looking pup, and he didn't treat girls like meat the way some of the other guys did, so he had little trouble picking up a few girlfriends along the way. But he always forgot to make some promised phone call or got distracted by some other activity that consumed more attention than his girlfriend, so none of those relationships lasted terribly long. Gradually he began to realize, however, that maybe this was less because he was a bad boyfriend and more because he just wasn't as interested in girls as most of the guys were. When he noticed himself noticing more cute guys than pretty girls, he began coming to grips with the reality that he was fundamentally different than the average guy.Amaroq never had the courage to act

on this during high school, but once he got to college, a more open gay community made him feel more comfortable. He gave up the pretense of pursuing girls and started asking out like-minded guys. As he had suspected, these relationships held his interest more naturally than his high school girlfriends had, but ultimately none of these persisted either, for various reasons. Some of the guys expected him to be dominant, or wanted to switch all the time, which never felt right to him; other guys were TOO dominant, which scared him away. One border collie fellow had seemed more promising, but he didn't come back to college the next semester and they fell out of touch. Eventually, Amaroq graduated, got a job and left college himself, with no significant other alongside.After he was done with school, it became harder again to find potential mates - there wasn't exactly a "Gay Interest" group at work. Amaroq gave up on the idea for a time, but with more and more folks his age getting married and starting families, loneliness started to set in hard. It was then that he decided to check out the gay bars in his city, and he found one in particular that he liked, not too far from his apartment. This became his destination every Friday and Saturday night, and even many weeknights; he didn't do much drinking, but he enjoyed once again being in like-minded company. History began repeating itself, however, and none of the guys he met there became long-term relationships. Of course many guys just came there looking for one-night stands, and Amaroq went along with some of them - he was still a young dog with hormones from his dark balls flooding his system, after all. Reality gradually began dawning on him again, though, and he came to realize that he was visiting the bar less for the company or the sex and more for two guys in particular who were there even more often than he was.The Clydesdale brothers. One of them was the lead bartender there, while the other was the cook back in the kitchen. They had started the place together a few years earlier because they didn't like any of the other bars - gay or not - that the city had to offer then. It was

also something that they could do together, and they were gay themselves, so they considered it a kind of public service to their fellow (gay) man. Amaroq was one of the most regular of their regulars, and one of the most well-behaved, so they struck up a comfortable friendship. The brothers seemed so close that Amaroq had thought they were a couple until he found out they were brothers, but even then he subconsciously maintained that they were off limits, and so used to direct his attention elsewhere. Not that he didn't find them attractive; he'd always had a thing for stallions ever since he had gym class with a palomino back in high school. One day when they hit the showers after class, something had evidently made the palomino horny, and Amaroq's eyes bugged out at the size of the horse's erection. Amaroq quickly blushed and spun around, awkwardly trying to hide his own resulting erection, which he prayed no one had noticed. This was one of his first big clues that he was gay.After he had been going to the bar for a year or so, and after numerous aborted relationship attempts, he found himself spending less and less time mingling and chatting with the strangers and acquaintances that wandered in, and more and more time just hanging out at the bar counter to chat with the Clydesdales. He also found himself enjoying his visits to the bar more than ever, looking forward to it every day, even when there was no sex or alcohol involved (which was true most of the time now). He even volunteered now and then to stay late and help the brothers clean up after closing, which they initially refused, but eventually gratefully accepted. It was one of these nights, when Amaroq realized that he was enjoying this time just wiping tables and cracking jokes more than everything else that evening, that it finally clicked with him that he was smitten by this pair of brothers as more than just friends. His head immediately began swimming with thoughts, and he dared not say anything that night, but he could hardly think of anything else the next day. He returned to the bar the next night, resolved to stay again until everyone else went home, and then he would ask the brothers if they wanted to go somewhere outside of (for them) work.He had never dared to consider dating two guys at once before. He was extremely nervous to extend this invitation now, unsure of how it would be received, or if either brother would be interested in him at all. Maybe they were already in a relationship - just one more reason that he intended to offer this invite as a friend, not as a date. True, he had also never seen them go with anyone else, but they were always together. Maybe they just... took care of things with each other? Who could know? He would have been much more within his comfort zone if it was just one of the brothers that he was attracted to, but he found that he couldn't choose between them. Not even slightly. So he'd invite them to go hang out somewhere, see how things went, and if either one of them expressed any interest in him at all, he'd count himself the luckiest dog in the world.It turned out that he'd had no reason to be nervous at all, though he did have reason to be embarrassed. They had picked up on his "LIKE like" signals before he ever knew that he was sending them, and they said that he had been flirting with them unwittingly for a long while now. This only made Amaroq want to slink tail-tucked under a table and die, but that feeling was quickly forgotten when he was thrilled at the news that they both "LIKE liked" him too. No, they weren't dating anyone else - or each other - and they had only been waiting for him to make the first move. Some bullcrap about "a bartender is a counselor" and wanting "to maintain distance from their clients"... Amaroq knew it was all garbage from the gleam in their eyes as they said it. But their interest in him was real. How in the world it would work, dating a pair of brothers simultaneously, he had no idea, but that didn't matter at that moment. He WAS the luckiest dog in the world.Apart from relationships, Amaroq had begun experimenting with male chastity some time after he left college, too. He was definitely submissive with guys, he knew that, and the idea of taking his pleasure solely from pleasing others was arousing to him like nothing

else. So he bought a SheathLocker then, and he put it on himself periodically to see how long he could go without cumming, but he never made it much more than a week or two before he grabbed the keys and just had to let himself out so he could jerk off, or else go find some equally horny guy down at the bar. But still, he fantasized about going for longer - much longer - with the keys out of his control. Still, even those limited stretches when he was actually seeing somebody, he never trusted any of them with such an intimate secret and with so much power. The fantasy would only work in reality for him with someone that he cared deeply about, someone that cared just as deeply about him, and someone that he trusted with his life. He had never met such a person, so he expected this fantasy to stay confined to that realm - a fantasy.Things went even better than he hoped with the Clydesdale brothers. Their relationship didn't change much at first, as it turned out, except that they saw each other more often, and there was sex now. And oh, the sex! (His cock redoubled its efforts to split its steel prison at that thought, and a new stream of pre-cum escaped.) Amaroq had never been with a stallion before, in spite of his crushes, and nothing really prepared him for the brothers' size. The palomino from high school looked small by comparison! Amaroq had taken a few canine knots before, so he figured he would be able to handle a stallion's girth, but this was even wider - and longer - than he had anticipated. He involuntarily yelped at the first penetration, but his body adjusted and he quickly came to love it; the pressure on his prostate regularly had him leaking his own seed before the horse behind him ever began thrusting in earnest. He also was unprepared for the volume of semen the stallions produced when he first served them orally, but he eagerly drank as much as he could and didn't mind if the rest left a mess, as he loved to carry his lovers' scent. Amaroq never really thought of himself as a "size queen," and he didn't think the label was fair even now, but he was now definitely hooked on horse cock.It wasn't until after he had been

with the brothers for a few months that he let slip his fetish for male chastity. The brothers were both clearly dominant types, but not abusive ones, and he genuinely loved to please them however he could. They gave him rave reviews in return, which Amaroq was rather proud of. One day they asked him if he had a "toy" collection - he had long since seen their own, after all - and he admitted that he did. He could have excluded his SheathLocker from the list, but he decided to chance it; if they were uninterested, nothing changed, but if they were...And they were. Surprised at first, no doubt, but as they asked more questions, Amaroq's genuine interest in the idea became clearly apparent. When they asked him if he'd ever had anyone else hold the keys, he swallowed hard and said that he hoped they might be willing to take the job. The brothers looked at each other, then back at him... then at the obvious tent in his pants. Amaroq blushed, the brothers grinned, and they said, why not try it? If it was really what Amaroq wanted. Which it was, so they did try it, only for a few days at a time at first. Amaroq loved it - it was heady stuff to him, giving possession of his most intimate member to someone else - and he wanted more. The brothers seemed to enjoy it as well, seeking his "services" even more often than usual when he was locked. So one night, Amaroq went home and drafted up a "Keyholder Agreement."He wanted to be locked. All the time. Each of the brothers would keep a key to Amaroq's sheath, and it would be entirely up to them when, or even if, he would be unlocked. The only exceptions would be in case of emergency, and once a week they would remove the device for a thorough cleaning. He also wanted to be teased, as hard and as often as the horses desired, in whatever manner they desired, but he did not want to be allowed to orgasm. His prostate could be milked periodically via his tailhole, either by the horses or by himself, but they would agree to not allow him an orgasm, no matter how much he begged. In return, it would be his responsibility to give the horses as many orgasms as they desired, whenever they desired, however they

desired, in the best manner he could possibly provide. This agreement would remain in effect indefinitely, until it was mutually decided to end it.The Clydesdale brothers were at first concerned that this agreement would be too hard on Amaroq, but he reassured them that he genuinely wanted to do this, and he trusted them implicitly. They agreed, with one added proviso that the agreement would also end immediately if it ever became a point of contention in their relationship or friendship, and Amaroq handed over the keys for good. The hardest part then was his cock, and getting it to calm down enough that they could fit the device on him again.The first few weeks were the most difficult. Amaroq was used to going a week or two without an orgasm by then, or even up to a month, but each week beyond that became increasingly harder. He was constantly horny every waking moment, and his nights were filled with horny dreams. His boxers were soaked with pre-cum every evening well before bed. He often tried grabbing the metal sheath and jerking it up and down over his sheath underneath in an effort to stimulate his trapped cock, but it fit too snugly and provided no stimulation at all. He tried humping everything at home that he could get his groin in contact with, but that was no help either. Whenever the device was removed from his sheath, his cock grew immediately hard, so the Clydesdale brothers would tag team him in the shower - one of them stood behind Amaroq and held his arms back, while the other unlocked and cleaned the device, then washed Amaroq, then licked and sucked and teased him until he thrust into the air on the very brink of orgasm, before they shrank his cock back with an icepack and locked him up again. This was why he hadn't even touched his cock since the agreement began - they didn't trust him not to grab on and start jerking the moment both cock and paw were free, and in truth, he didn't trust himself either.But he still never asked that they end the agreement. He LOVED being horny all the time, and constantly being ready to go whenever either or both of his lovers wanted some attention. They loved that he constantly sought them out with a lick or a grope at any opportune moment, and he gave both of them the best head AND tail of their lives. He wanted to know just how long he could really go without an orgasm, considered it a "Submissive's Badge of Honor," and if that meant forever... well, that seemed too long for even him to imagine. But today was not too much longer to wait, or this week, or this month. Whenever he got most desperate for his own sexual release, the thought of starting all over from "I came yesterday" was enough to remind him to enjoy all that he WAS getting. And with time, he genuinely began to gain more pleasure from seeing and feeling his lovers pleased than he ever had before when being pleased himself. His own orgasm mattered less now than giving that gift to others.Amaroq stretched beneath the sheets and yawned. He gave his balls one last "attaboy" squeeze and sat up. Time for another day.