From Archiveofourown.org by thatgirlwhodraws
Chapter 1
It had started out as a joke.
Floki thought he was hilarious. He'd heard about Athelstan's self-taken vow of chastity, about how he had never touched himself in lust and never would, would never put his cock inside of a woman. He'd sent him a link to a website claiming it would 'help' him.
Unable to resist his curiosity, Athelstan had clicked the link. The device was a chastity device -- one from a sex website, which made very little sense to him. But Athelstan had looked and thought 'This would truly remove temptation from my life.'
So he bought one.
It was beautiful. Hard plastic with a cage that wrapped near the base of his cock. A space for a padlock to lock him in. A slit at the tip would ensure he could urinate when needed. He almost wept from how happy he was that the choice would be removed for him.
When he'd gotten it, he had carefully washed it according to the instructions that came with the device. Then he'd washed himself, shaving himself clean so that nothing would get caught in it. Then he slipped it on. The fit was perfect, his soft cock just barely reaching at the end of the plastic cage. It was comfortable. It caused him no pain. His heart had beat fast when he secured the tiny padlock through the ring at the base, locking it down. He put the key away somewhere safe -- in a box at the bottom of a drawer, with a spare stored elsewhere in the house in case of emergency.
Athelstan found himself wearing it for months. He would take it off weekly to wash the cage and himself, always taking care not to let his hands linger. Mornings where he woke up hard were frustrating, but he had no way to give in to temptation. He could let the cage provide him the comfort of having no choice. 'I have given my body over to god,' he would think, as his cock pressed against the unforgiving plastic, uncomfortable only when he was hard, reminding him of his sin. 'I cannot touch myself. This is going to make me a better man. A better christian.'
Six months in to his new life, Lagertha and Ragnar in his religions class turned his whole world upside down.
They always sat beside him, at the back of the class. They were intelligent, beautiful, and made him ache in his cage every time he saw them. He hadn't felt this much discomfort until they came into his life.
It was obvious that they were dating, as they often kissed or mouthed at one another's throats in class. What was more confusing was how sometimes, they would sit so that he was in the middle of them. Lagertha would put a hand on his thigh and stroke upwards. He would ache in his cage, smile, and laugh like it was a joke. Ragnar would often do the same, making him shiver with want, but no, he was safe, he had his cage to protect him.
That was until, they made it obvious they were interested in him. "We like you," Lagertha had said, her lips pressing softly against his, while Ragnar had pressed against his back and kissed his neck. It had made him want to whimper, made his cock stiffen in the embrace of the plastic and ache, unable to fully erect.
"We like you, and we want to date you." Ragnar had finished where Lagertha had left off. Athelstan had flushed all over, stammering, and swallowed.
"I've taken vows," Athelstan explained, but he didn't push them away. He let them touch. There was nothing they could take from him with his cock useless and trapped. "I've taken vows of chastity."
They had exchanged looks. Like a silent conversation. Eventually, Ragnar had smiled, wicked and wolfish. "That's okay," Ragnar promised, and had kissed him deep and slow.
And that was that.
So, somewhat reluctantly, Athelstan had agreed to date them. They went on dates. They studied together. They watched movies and spent all spare time they could in each other's arms. Athelstan felt warm and pleasant in their company.
The only problem seemed to be when they would touch him intimately. Lagertha would climb onto his lap while they sat on the couch, her soft, spread thighs on either side of his. She would kiss him soft, her tongue lapping into his mouth, and slide her hands up his shirt to touch his chest. And Athelstan would let her, his hands settled on her hips as he moaned softly into her mouth. His cage felt tight. But it didn't go further than that.
Then there would be Ragnar, who would catch him on his way out the door, pin him against the wall and kiss him like they were fighting. He would lick into his mouth and bite at his lips and chin, leave his face aching with the evidence of their kisses. Athelstan liked that too. Liked it so much he could feel every inch of the plastic cage on his cock as he tried to grow hard and fill up the space.
Weeks went by, and Athelstan felt he must've been hard every day. When he wasn't with them, being made hard in his cage, he was dreaming of them, waking up so hard that he had seriously considered finding his key. But he had always been able to hold back, to refrain.
Then they had both come at him at once. Finals were over, and Lagertha, Ragnar, and Athelstan were all exhausted from it. Needing to unwind. Lagertha had started kissing him soft and straddling his lap, while Ragnar slid a hand under his shirt, his nails scratching lightly over his nipples. Athelstan groaned sharply at the sensation, arching, and no, he should've told them to stop. But he couldn't.
His shirt came off so easy that his lovers practically purred their satisfaction. Lagertha lost her shirt next, and Athelstan found his hands cupping her bare breasts, her hand twisting in his hair and tugging his face down until his mouth met her skin.
"Suck me," Lagertha breathed, and Athelstan could only obey. He suckled soft around her nipple, tasting her like she was the sweetest wine. Suckling. Ragnar was palming his dick through his pants as he mouthed at Athelstan's throat, occasionally offering advice. He was losing himself in between them, teasing and biting Lagertha's nipples as Ragnar did the same to him, his beard scratching his chest in a way that made him whimper.
But he knew it was going to end when his pants came off.
By the time the three of them were naked, Athelstan was the last to remove his boxers. Ragnar tugged down slow to tease, and then both of them fell silent to stare at the cage. Athelstan felt his face flush hot, his cock so obviously trying to get hard in the plastic cage, the tip flushed pink. "I-I told you," He breathed out, shaky. "I can't…I've taken a vow of chastity. I can't…be inside a woman." He breathed, biting his lip.
He couldn't say he expected Lagertha to get on her knees in front of him and cup his balls where they hung heavy under the cage. "You're so hard," she breathed, her mouth circling the plastic, making him flush hot. He could feel the heat of her breath on him, though her lips could not reach the tip of his length through his cage. "So hard for us. You can't even do anything about it." Her voice was low and deep. She lowered her head to suckle at his balls, laving over them with her tongue until Athelstan gasped and cried out, sharp, his hand fisting in her hair.
"Oh, gods." He nearly sobbed. It felt so good his cock ached. Then Ragnar was behind him, his palms gently cupping his ass, squeezing.
"If it's what you want," Ragnar hummed, his breath ghosting across his skin. "We won't touch your cock." He hummed, spreading him apart with his thumbs, his tongue dipping between to lap at his entrance. Athelstan's knees nearly gave way.
He couldn't protest, didn't think to. Lagertha was suckling at his balls and bobbing her head over them like she would have on his cock, if he hadn't taken vows. If he hadn't sworn to god that he would never feel the embrace of a woman's soft, wet insides on his cock. Ragnar's tongue was dipping inside of him, licking him open in a way he'd never dreamed but knew he would never be able to live without.
His tongue was like a wicked creature, lapping at him, teasing him. Making his body gape open when he pulled back, soft in wonderful contrast to the scratch of his beard every time his tongue dipped deep, jaw flexing against him. His cock was so hard it leaked inside it's cage. Athelstan couldn't help but whimper when Lagertha lapped up the droplets, admiring the purple flush on the tip of his cock. "Fuck, Ragnar. Bed." Lagertha breathed as she pulled away, and Ragnar hummed in agreement, giving one last sweep of his tongue before they pulled away.
The three of them stumbled to the bedroom, Athelstan ending up on his hands and knees on the bed. Lagertha kissed him once before settling back on the pillows, guiding him with a hand in his hair until his head rested between her legs. "Open," She breathed shakily, waiting until his mouth was open, tongue out before she pulled him against her. Athelstan heard himself groan quietly. He had thought her skin was irresistible, the taste of her here was like a drug. She was wet from excitement, and he did his best to follow her instruction, to lap at her clit and into her warm sex the way she liked. While he tried to find a rhythm, Ragnar fumbled behind him, readjusting his hips a little as he went, coming back with two fingers slick with lube.
"Just relax," Ragnar breathed, half-watching Athelstan as he licked into their girlfriend before he pressed two fingers into him slowly, the slide easy from how wet and open he'd made him with his tongue. He rocked his fingers in and out, slow so as not to scare him. Athelstan was tense, at first. But eventually, he found himself rocking forward and back, mouth over Lagertha, hips rolling into Ragnar's opening touch, until his body was swimming with pleasure. If not for his cage, his precious cage, he would have reached to fist over his cock. Once again he prayed to god in thanks for it.
By the time Ragnar deemed him ready, pressing the tip of his cock into him, Athelstan had Lagertha crying out his name. But he had to stop, to press his forehead into her thigh with a groan as Ragnar slid into him, his cock slowly pressing against him, until he could only open up to take him. He had no other choice but to do so, with the slickness in him, with Ragnar's insisted press. But he lowered his mouth again when Ragnar started to move, trying to match the strokes of his tongue to the slow slide of Ragnar's cock in and out of him.
It was pleasure and pain like Athelstan had never known. Ragnar was huge inside him, his cock pressing up inside so sweetly it made him almost yell against Lagertha where he suckled her clit. His need to come went unsatisfied with the cage confining him, preventing him from coming, though thick drips of pre come dribbled out of him, milked out by the slide of Ragnar within him.
Lagertha was the first to come, screaming his name, her fists in his hair to keep him against her as she coated his lips and tongue with fluid. He stayed in place, gently licking her, whimpering, cleaning up the mess until she gently guided his head to lay against her stomach, her fingers running through his hair.
Ragnar was moving faster, now. His thrusts made wet noises, his skin slapping against Athelstan's. "Come on, baby." Lagertha said, soft, gently stroking Athelstan's hair while Ragnar fucked him at a brutal pace. "Fill him up. Come in him, Ragnar, I want to see him dripping with it." She commanded, even while she sweetly stroked Athelstan's hair to soothe him, his cries mixed with high whines as pleasure and pain increased.
Lagertha's words were what undid Ragnar. He slammed in hard with a few more thrusts, groaning quietly as he came, twitching deep within him. When he pulled out, Athelstan was shaking, his need great, cock flushed purple in it's cage and hurting in a way that was almost sweet.
They took turns kissing him as he calmed down. They petted his sides, kissing him softly, touching his hair. They pet him until his cock went soft and he stopped shaking, feeling raw and emotional, tears streaking down his face. In Athelstan's mind, he had not broken his vows, and being between his two lovers had provided him with an almost religious experience of pain and pleasure without gratification.
Athelstan gave them each one of the two keys that opened his chastity belt the next day. It was a sense of trust between the three of them -- because now, Athelstan really didn't have a choice. He had no desire to remove his cage, and he made that clear to them. They accepted the gift, each of them wearing their key on a necklace around their necks at all times.
Athelstan had told them when they began this that he had taken a vow of chastity -- but he hadn't expected them to like it. Now, when Ragnar moved above him, fucking into him with strong, sure thrusts, Athelstan would moan and see the glint of the key as it swung around Ragnar's strong neck, and feel nothing but a rush of safety and affection, while Lagertha cradled his head and whispered words of love into his hair.
Athelstan would never have thought that his lovers would make him feel safer than the cage did.
Chapter 1
It had started out as a joke.
Floki thought he was hilarious. He'd heard about Athelstan's self-taken vow of chastity, about how he had never touched himself in lust and never would, would never put his cock inside of a woman. He'd sent him a link to a website claiming it would 'help' him.
Unable to resist his curiosity, Athelstan had clicked the link. The device was a chastity device -- one from a sex website, which made very little sense to him. But Athelstan had looked and thought 'This would truly remove temptation from my life.'
So he bought one.
It was beautiful. Hard plastic with a cage that wrapped near the base of his cock. A space for a padlock to lock him in. A slit at the tip would ensure he could urinate when needed. He almost wept from how happy he was that the choice would be removed for him.
When he'd gotten it, he had carefully washed it according to the instructions that came with the device. Then he'd washed himself, shaving himself clean so that nothing would get caught in it. Then he slipped it on. The fit was perfect, his soft cock just barely reaching at the end of the plastic cage. It was comfortable. It caused him no pain. His heart had beat fast when he secured the tiny padlock through the ring at the base, locking it down. He put the key away somewhere safe -- in a box at the bottom of a drawer, with a spare stored elsewhere in the house in case of emergency.
Athelstan found himself wearing it for months. He would take it off weekly to wash the cage and himself, always taking care not to let his hands linger. Mornings where he woke up hard were frustrating, but he had no way to give in to temptation. He could let the cage provide him the comfort of having no choice. 'I have given my body over to god,' he would think, as his cock pressed against the unforgiving plastic, uncomfortable only when he was hard, reminding him of his sin. 'I cannot touch myself. This is going to make me a better man. A better christian.'
Six months in to his new life, Lagertha and Ragnar in his religions class turned his whole world upside down.
They always sat beside him, at the back of the class. They were intelligent, beautiful, and made him ache in his cage every time he saw them. He hadn't felt this much discomfort until they came into his life.
It was obvious that they were dating, as they often kissed or mouthed at one another's throats in class. What was more confusing was how sometimes, they would sit so that he was in the middle of them. Lagertha would put a hand on his thigh and stroke upwards. He would ache in his cage, smile, and laugh like it was a joke. Ragnar would often do the same, making him shiver with want, but no, he was safe, he had his cage to protect him.
That was until, they made it obvious they were interested in him. "We like you," Lagertha had said, her lips pressing softly against his, while Ragnar had pressed against his back and kissed his neck. It had made him want to whimper, made his cock stiffen in the embrace of the plastic and ache, unable to fully erect.
"We like you, and we want to date you." Ragnar had finished where Lagertha had left off. Athelstan had flushed all over, stammering, and swallowed.
"I've taken vows," Athelstan explained, but he didn't push them away. He let them touch. There was nothing they could take from him with his cock useless and trapped. "I've taken vows of chastity."
They had exchanged looks. Like a silent conversation. Eventually, Ragnar had smiled, wicked and wolfish. "That's okay," Ragnar promised, and had kissed him deep and slow.
And that was that.
So, somewhat reluctantly, Athelstan had agreed to date them. They went on dates. They studied together. They watched movies and spent all spare time they could in each other's arms. Athelstan felt warm and pleasant in their company.
The only problem seemed to be when they would touch him intimately. Lagertha would climb onto his lap while they sat on the couch, her soft, spread thighs on either side of his. She would kiss him soft, her tongue lapping into his mouth, and slide her hands up his shirt to touch his chest. And Athelstan would let her, his hands settled on her hips as he moaned softly into her mouth. His cage felt tight. But it didn't go further than that.
Then there would be Ragnar, who would catch him on his way out the door, pin him against the wall and kiss him like they were fighting. He would lick into his mouth and bite at his lips and chin, leave his face aching with the evidence of their kisses. Athelstan liked that too. Liked it so much he could feel every inch of the plastic cage on his cock as he tried to grow hard and fill up the space.
Weeks went by, and Athelstan felt he must've been hard every day. When he wasn't with them, being made hard in his cage, he was dreaming of them, waking up so hard that he had seriously considered finding his key. But he had always been able to hold back, to refrain.
Then they had both come at him at once. Finals were over, and Lagertha, Ragnar, and Athelstan were all exhausted from it. Needing to unwind. Lagertha had started kissing him soft and straddling his lap, while Ragnar slid a hand under his shirt, his nails scratching lightly over his nipples. Athelstan groaned sharply at the sensation, arching, and no, he should've told them to stop. But he couldn't.
His shirt came off so easy that his lovers practically purred their satisfaction. Lagertha lost her shirt next, and Athelstan found his hands cupping her bare breasts, her hand twisting in his hair and tugging his face down until his mouth met her skin.
"Suck me," Lagertha breathed, and Athelstan could only obey. He suckled soft around her nipple, tasting her like she was the sweetest wine. Suckling. Ragnar was palming his dick through his pants as he mouthed at Athelstan's throat, occasionally offering advice. He was losing himself in between them, teasing and biting Lagertha's nipples as Ragnar did the same to him, his beard scratching his chest in a way that made him whimper.
But he knew it was going to end when his pants came off.
By the time the three of them were naked, Athelstan was the last to remove his boxers. Ragnar tugged down slow to tease, and then both of them fell silent to stare at the cage. Athelstan felt his face flush hot, his cock so obviously trying to get hard in the plastic cage, the tip flushed pink. "I-I told you," He breathed out, shaky. "I can't…I've taken a vow of chastity. I can't…be inside a woman." He breathed, biting his lip.
He couldn't say he expected Lagertha to get on her knees in front of him and cup his balls where they hung heavy under the cage. "You're so hard," she breathed, her mouth circling the plastic, making him flush hot. He could feel the heat of her breath on him, though her lips could not reach the tip of his length through his cage. "So hard for us. You can't even do anything about it." Her voice was low and deep. She lowered her head to suckle at his balls, laving over them with her tongue until Athelstan gasped and cried out, sharp, his hand fisting in her hair.
"Oh, gods." He nearly sobbed. It felt so good his cock ached. Then Ragnar was behind him, his palms gently cupping his ass, squeezing.
"If it's what you want," Ragnar hummed, his breath ghosting across his skin. "We won't touch your cock." He hummed, spreading him apart with his thumbs, his tongue dipping between to lap at his entrance. Athelstan's knees nearly gave way.
He couldn't protest, didn't think to. Lagertha was suckling at his balls and bobbing her head over them like she would have on his cock, if he hadn't taken vows. If he hadn't sworn to god that he would never feel the embrace of a woman's soft, wet insides on his cock. Ragnar's tongue was dipping inside of him, licking him open in a way he'd never dreamed but knew he would never be able to live without.
His tongue was like a wicked creature, lapping at him, teasing him. Making his body gape open when he pulled back, soft in wonderful contrast to the scratch of his beard every time his tongue dipped deep, jaw flexing against him. His cock was so hard it leaked inside it's cage. Athelstan couldn't help but whimper when Lagertha lapped up the droplets, admiring the purple flush on the tip of his cock. "Fuck, Ragnar. Bed." Lagertha breathed as she pulled away, and Ragnar hummed in agreement, giving one last sweep of his tongue before they pulled away.
The three of them stumbled to the bedroom, Athelstan ending up on his hands and knees on the bed. Lagertha kissed him once before settling back on the pillows, guiding him with a hand in his hair until his head rested between her legs. "Open," She breathed shakily, waiting until his mouth was open, tongue out before she pulled him against her. Athelstan heard himself groan quietly. He had thought her skin was irresistible, the taste of her here was like a drug. She was wet from excitement, and he did his best to follow her instruction, to lap at her clit and into her warm sex the way she liked. While he tried to find a rhythm, Ragnar fumbled behind him, readjusting his hips a little as he went, coming back with two fingers slick with lube.
"Just relax," Ragnar breathed, half-watching Athelstan as he licked into their girlfriend before he pressed two fingers into him slowly, the slide easy from how wet and open he'd made him with his tongue. He rocked his fingers in and out, slow so as not to scare him. Athelstan was tense, at first. But eventually, he found himself rocking forward and back, mouth over Lagertha, hips rolling into Ragnar's opening touch, until his body was swimming with pleasure. If not for his cage, his precious cage, he would have reached to fist over his cock. Once again he prayed to god in thanks for it.
By the time Ragnar deemed him ready, pressing the tip of his cock into him, Athelstan had Lagertha crying out his name. But he had to stop, to press his forehead into her thigh with a groan as Ragnar slid into him, his cock slowly pressing against him, until he could only open up to take him. He had no other choice but to do so, with the slickness in him, with Ragnar's insisted press. But he lowered his mouth again when Ragnar started to move, trying to match the strokes of his tongue to the slow slide of Ragnar's cock in and out of him.
It was pleasure and pain like Athelstan had never known. Ragnar was huge inside him, his cock pressing up inside so sweetly it made him almost yell against Lagertha where he suckled her clit. His need to come went unsatisfied with the cage confining him, preventing him from coming, though thick drips of pre come dribbled out of him, milked out by the slide of Ragnar within him.
Lagertha was the first to come, screaming his name, her fists in his hair to keep him against her as she coated his lips and tongue with fluid. He stayed in place, gently licking her, whimpering, cleaning up the mess until she gently guided his head to lay against her stomach, her fingers running through his hair.
Ragnar was moving faster, now. His thrusts made wet noises, his skin slapping against Athelstan's. "Come on, baby." Lagertha said, soft, gently stroking Athelstan's hair while Ragnar fucked him at a brutal pace. "Fill him up. Come in him, Ragnar, I want to see him dripping with it." She commanded, even while she sweetly stroked Athelstan's hair to soothe him, his cries mixed with high whines as pleasure and pain increased.
Lagertha's words were what undid Ragnar. He slammed in hard with a few more thrusts, groaning quietly as he came, twitching deep within him. When he pulled out, Athelstan was shaking, his need great, cock flushed purple in it's cage and hurting in a way that was almost sweet.
They took turns kissing him as he calmed down. They petted his sides, kissing him softly, touching his hair. They pet him until his cock went soft and he stopped shaking, feeling raw and emotional, tears streaking down his face. In Athelstan's mind, he had not broken his vows, and being between his two lovers had provided him with an almost religious experience of pain and pleasure without gratification.
Athelstan gave them each one of the two keys that opened his chastity belt the next day. It was a sense of trust between the three of them -- because now, Athelstan really didn't have a choice. He had no desire to remove his cage, and he made that clear to them. They accepted the gift, each of them wearing their key on a necklace around their necks at all times.
Athelstan had told them when they began this that he had taken a vow of chastity -- but he hadn't expected them to like it. Now, when Ragnar moved above him, fucking into him with strong, sure thrusts, Athelstan would moan and see the glint of the key as it swung around Ragnar's strong neck, and feel nothing but a rush of safety and affection, while Lagertha cradled his head and whispered words of love into his hair.
Athelstan would never have thought that his lovers would make him feel safer than the cage did.