Chapter 1: The First Night
The blue glow from the gaming monitors was the only light fighting the room’s deep shadows, painting everything in a sickly, electric hue. It caught the dust motes drifting over half-unpacked boxes and gleamed off the empty cans scattered across the desk. The air smelled of sweat, stale energy drinks, and something else—something clean and antiseptic, out of place.
Eleanor Vance stood just inside the doorway, her silhouette framed by the brighter hall light behind her.
"Good Morning Son, how are you doing ?" Eleanor asked, her voice calm and steady, like a nurse checking on a patient. She stepped further into the room, her eyes scanning the mess, but her expression remained unchanged. She was dressed in her usual attire, a simple blouse and pants, her dark hair pulled back into a neat bun. Her beauty was understated, her features sharp and defined, like a sculpture chiseled by time.
Marcus, buried under a mountain of blankets, grunted in response. His voice was muffled, but Eleanor heard the irritation in it. She walked over to the window, pulling the curtains open, letting the morning light flood in. Marcus groaned, shielding his eyes with his arm.
"Marcus we need to have a talk" Eleanor said, her voice firm but not unkind.
"I have been going trough your Computer files and I have seen some things that concern me" she continued, her eyes scanning the room, avoiding the mess, focusing on her son.
Marcus sat up, his eyes wide with panic. "Mom, you didn't?" he asked, His face was flushed, his messy brown hair sticking up in all directions. He was a lanky young man, his lean build visible even under his oversized t-shirt.
Eleanor held up a hand, silencing him. "Yes I did and i am deeply dissapointed in you" she said, her voice steady. "I have strictly forbidden you to use
pornography and yet I find you have been indulging in it excessively. Especially the porn that you are watching young man is quite disgusting and disrespectfull to Woman. I cant believe that your mind has been filled with such disturbing images” she said her voice filled with disappointment. " And the amount of porn that you are watching mister, multiple times a day, how can that be healthy for your penis ?"
Her son let out an embarrassed whine, his face flushing crimson. “Mom — !”
“Don’t interrupt me.” She folded her arms over her tight top revealing quite an amount of her cleavage. His mother always had quite the figure for a Woman, She looked almost like a barby doll with her features. It was a strange contrast to her stern personality and her unawareness of her own sexual appeal. Marcus, despite his embarrassment, couldn't help but notice the way her blouse stretched across her chest. He quickly averted his gaze, focusing on the floor instead.
Eleanor continued, " I mean just look here at type of porn that you are watching Marcus" She looked trough her phone and started listing
the type of porn that he was watching. "Incest Porn with with little Sisters, Anal porn
with with barely legal young Girls, Degrading Anal porn, Cum swallowing tubes, Rough anal with no condoms and multiple guys “
Marcus sank deeper into his pillows, his face burning so hot he was surprised the sheets weren’t singeing. “Mom your not supposed to read this“ he muttered, his voice barely audible.
she looked at him with a shocked expression .
"Marcus this is not the way that people are supposed to have sex or masturbate, and you are especially not supposed to masturbate while watching others have sex in such gruesome ways" she said, her voice rising slightly with each word. His mother could sometimes be quite stern. She was a typical female expressionist with quite the strong believes for healthcare and female empowerment. She also had the tendencies to raise him with her female -centric views. She was a strong advocate for women's rights and wants to raise her son in with similar standards.
“I am so dissapointed in you” she said, her voice softening slightly. She walked over to his bed and held up her tight skirt to sit down,
revealing her long, toned legs.
Marcus's eyes flicked to her thighs, then quickly away. She noticed, but didn't comment. Instead, she placed her phone on the bedside table, the screen still displaying the last video she'd watched.
"So I have been talking to my colleagues and they have suggested a course of action. I've decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, metal object. It was a small cupsized metallic ring.
"From now on I have decided that i have to take drastic measures" Eleanor said softly,
"I cant trust you to control yourself without me constantly supervising you" she said, flipping the ring between her fingers.
"So from now one i will not allow you to touch your penis anymore. I am going to put a strict regimen on you to re educate your habits and your body. Your sexual habits have been out of control for far too long and this is the only way i can help you. That and me personally taking care of your needs.
I am going to take full custody of your penis Marcus. i have to retrain your body to respond to healthy, respectful sexual stimuli and not to the disgusting porn that you have been watching. From now on I will take control of your sexual health starting with this ring"
she said, holding it up to the light. "This is a chastity ring, i will be applied around your testicles and penis, it will give you a shock sensation if you try to touch yourself to prevent you from doing so."
Marcus paled. "Mom, come on, that’s—"
"That’s *necessary*," she cut in, her voice calm but immovable. "You’ve shown me how immature you are. And since you can’t manage a grown adult, I’ll need to handle you." She leaned closer, her perfume—something floral, light—filling the space between them.
"I will not lock you up forever, Marcus, I will only apply this ring on inbetween our penis sessions togehter, because form now on i will start to Rehabilitate your penis multiple times a week. I was thinking of 4 Sessions a week
, 2 on weekdays and 2 on weekends, maybe i will ad an extra Relief session for you if you have an urge down here ." She tapped her chest lightly, her eyes flicking down to his groin "These sessions are the only times you will get some sexual stimulation, but not from yourself From me. Do you understand ?" she asked.
Marcus swallowed hard, his fingers digging into the sheets.
"Mom, this is insane. You can’t just—"
"I *can*," she said smoothly, cutting him off. "And I *will*. "I will train your penis to respond to healthy, respectful, and controlled sexual stimuli. You have been watching disgusting pornography, Marcus, and your body has become desensitized to proper sexual expression. there will be no more
of that. Your training starts today." Eleanor leaned over him, her blouse straining slightly against her chest as she reached for his waistband. The scent of her lotion mixed with the sterile tang of the room, grounding Marcus in a way that felt both embarrassing and strangely comforting.
It was firm, yes, but there was a softness to it, a warmth that made it feel more like a mother’s discipline than a punishment.
"Right now I am giving you two options, if you need some relief now. I can start with our first session before i put the ring on you or you will have to wait 2 days
before our next session" Eleanor asked, her fingers brushing against the waistband of his boxers.
Marcus hesitated, his mind racing. Two days felt like an eternity, but the thought of his mother touching him, of her taking control like this, made his stomach twist in a way that was equal parts horrifying and exhilarating. He swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper.
Eleanor's voice was steady, her fingers already hooking into the waistband of Marcus's boxers. "Which will it be, Marcus? A session now, or two days of waiting?"
He could feel the heat of his mother's fingers against his skin, the cool metal of the chastity ring resting on the bed beside them. He felt a strange mix of shame and excitement, his body responding to her touch despite the embarrassment.
"maybe Now," he said shyly. Eleanor nodded, her expression unchanging. She pulled down his boxers, revealing his already half-hard penis. He felt a rush of blood to his face, his body tensing at the sudden exposure.
She took hold his penis, instantly wrapping her hands around his shaft. He almost jumped
at the sudden contact, his body reacting to the warmth of her hands, the gentle pressure of her fingers. His mother’s touch was surprisingly firm, but not rough. She examined him with a clinical eye, her fingers tracing the veins along his length, her thumb brushing over the tip.
"At least you can still get an erection" her hand went down to his balls and she squeezed his balls in a strong Grip "Your testicles are not as tight as they should be
, but they are still responsive. I think you will be fine." Her fingers then moved to massage his testicles in slow, deliberate circles, encouraging blood flow to the area as she watched his penis grow fuller and harder beneath her clinical gaze.
Marcus shifted uncomfortably, his body betraying him with a faint tremor.His mother's touch was firm, almost possessive, and he couldn't help but notice how her fingers felt against his skin—warm, steady, and somehow familiar. Marcus felt himself growing harder at her clinical touch, his erection responding to her every movement. "Look at that," Eleanor murmured, a hint of amusement in her voice as she watched his body's reaction. "Even with all that porn you watch, your body still responds to the simplest of touches. How pathetic." She squeezed harder, but to her frustration, his erection began to falter. "Come now, Marcus," she said, her voice tightening with concern. "We haven't even begun and you're already failing me."
"Your penis is quite large for an 18-year-old," she observed, her thumb sliding along the underside of his shaft with a slow, deliberate motion. " Long, thick, and full of blood. A bit swollen, too, from all the *unsupervised* stimulation." She gave his erection a firm squeeze
, making Marcus gasp. "But that's to be expected. We'll get that under control in no time, your erection could also be stronger" She wrapped her hand tightly around him and gave him a couple hard strokes . Marcus let out a soft moan, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. "See your penis is barely holding when I Gripp it tightly, how do you think you could impregnate a Vagnina with this? you should be stiff as a Rock by now
" Eleanor said, her voice filled with disappointment. She gave his erection a few more firm strokes before she pulled away and grapped
a small bottle from her pocket. "But from now on I give your penis realistic stimulation, to get your penis used to female Vagina
’s, not to porn.
From now on your penis will only get trained to respond to a real female body” She uncapped the bottle, revealing a thick, clear gel inside—something clinical, something *practical*.
Marcus watched, his breath hitching as she squeezed a generous amount onto her palm. The scent of coconut and something sterile filled the air. "This is a water-based lubricant," she explained, rubbing her hands together.
"It's pH-balanced, hypoallergenic, and it's going to help me train your penis to respond to the right kind of stimulation." She looked at him, her eyes serious. "It should almost feel like
a woman's wetness" she said, her fingers brushing against his shaft again. She squeezed the gel onto her palm and began to rub it between her fingers, letting it warm up. "I will use realistic speed and pressure, nothing like the rough, fast, and unrealistic Anal Sex
you have been watching in your porn" she said, her voice steady. " It will probably take you a long time to orgasm since you are not used to realism
, but that's okay, we have time. I will make sure you get your release today, but it will not be like the quick, selfish masturbation you have been doing. It will be a slow, controlled, and respectful orgasm, just like real sex should be."
Marcus swallowed hard, his mother started to cover his penis up completely with lube even going down to his balls. She took both of her hands and wrapped them around of his big shaft and started to stroke him slowly up and down while keeping only a soft touch. She went on with this for minutes and minutes, nether changing the speed nor the pressure. Marcus’s breathing became shallow and his hips started to move in a slow rhythm, his body responding to her touch despite his initial embarrassment.
"Look at you, Marcus," Eleanor said softly, her voice barely audible. "You’re already getting used to this quite much," She continued to squeeze and stroke his penis
, her pace steady, her grip firm but not too tight. It was hard for him to orgasm like this even after 15 minutes of her slow, methodical strokes.
"You have quite the large penis Marcus, i wasnt expecting that
much of a challenge" Eleanor said, her voice filled with surprise. "But i will not give up, we will get you there eventually" she said, her voice filled with determination. She continued to stroke him, her pace steady, her grip firm but not too tight.
The slick sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with Marcus’s ragged breathing and the faint hum of the monitors in the background.
"Come on ," Eleanor murmured, her fingers tightening just slightly, her thumb brushing over his slit. She put her hand on his balls and cupped
them gently, her touch warm and deliberate. "You can do this, Just a little more," she coaxed, her voice soft but firm. "You’re almost there I can feel it in your balls"
she said, her fingers gently squeezing them. Marcus let out a shaky breath, his body tensing. He could feel it too, the pressure building, the sensation coiling in his lower belly. It was different, slower, more intense.
"Oh it is comming, just hold still
now" Eleanor’s voice anchored him, grounded him. She kept her rhythm steady, her other hand never leaving his balls, gently rolling them in her palm.
Marcus wasn’t sure how long he lasted—time blurred under the weight of her touch. What he *did* know was that one moment he was riding the edge, and the next, it broke. A deep, shuddering groan tore from his throat as warmth flooded up through his shaft, thick and hot. His hips jerked involuntarily, his back arching off the bed. Eleanor didn’t flinch. She *caught* him—her grip shifting just enough to guide him through the climax without breaking the rhythm.
“There,” she said softly.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Marcus lay limp, his chest rising and falling in slow recovery. The lube had slicked his skin, but beneath it, the heat still lingered—his veins throbbing, his nerves still humming from the relentless attention. He blinked up at the ceiling, his vision swimming. He could still feel the phantom pressure of his mother’s hands, still hear the wet, rhythmic sounds of her stroking him.
Eleanor dipped a finger into the spilled release, examining it with clinical detachment. "Your ejaculate isnt as thick as it should be, but it is still potent enough," she murmured, her voice almost to herself. She gribbed his penis to squeeze and stroke the last drops out sperm out "There has to be some left
in those balls of yours," she said firmly.
Eleanor reached for the chastity ring from the bedside table, her fingers deft as she uncapped the saline solution wipe and began cleaning the head of his spent cock with clinical precision. The metallic scent of the wipe mingled with the lingering musk of their shared exertion. Marcus flinched at the cold touch, his oversensitive flesh twitching beneath her ministrations.
"You will leave this ring on for at least 24 hours before we start your next session," she explained, sliding the thin metal band over his balls and then his shaft.
The lock clicked shut with a quiet *snap*, the pressure immediate and undeniable. Marcus winced, his fingers instinctively reaching for the ring, but Eleanor caught his wrist in a firm grip.
"Don't even think about it," she said, her voice low but unyielding. "This is for your own good. You will learn to control yourself, or I will control you."
She released him, stepping back to admire her work. The ring glinted under the dim light, its smooth metal contrasting with the flushed, sensitive skin of his groin. Marcus swallowed hard, his body already reacting to the confinement—his cock twitching slightly, his balls pulling up in response to the pressure.
"Alright until next then" Eleanor said, her voice steady, her fingers brushing against the ring to make sure it was secure. She looked at him, her eyes searching his face. "You will be fine for 24 hours, but if you feel the need to touch yourself, you will only be able to do so with my permission. Do you understand?"
Marcus nodded, his throat tight. The ring was a constant reminder, a physical barrier between him and his own desires. He could feel the weight of it, the way it pressed against his skin, the slight ache that came with the restriction.
"Good." Eleanor stood up, her skirt settling back into place. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small notebook and pen.