By surfbot

I have always loved handcuffs. Since buying my first pair in college I have spent more time in handcuffs than the most hardened criminal. And leg cuffs, too, which I got a week later. A few years after that I discovered chastity devices, which are a great way to be in bondage without the restriction, and without anybody else knowing. Cuffs and chastities have always played a major role in my jack-off fantasies, and for years my nighttime “pajamas” have consisted of handcuffs and leg cuffs, often with a chastity device, sometimes with a combination lock holding me captive until sunrise.

I have a buddy in the city with similar interests, and over the past year or so I’ve spent numerous weekends at his place. He has a steel puppy cage, which has figured in both our play and my fantasies. Finally I arranged to stay a week’s vacation with him, and we negotiated the details ahead of time.

Friday evening I jacked off furiously, and took several enemas to clean out, so that would not be a distraction over the next week. I then put my chastity device on. It is a ball-trapping device like “the curve,” except it is made of solid stainless steel and has a custom-made rod that goes down inside the top of the tube and engages the ring in my P.A. piercing — no pulling out for me. But instead of locking it on, I went down to the workshop, took out some tools, and solidly hammered a rivet into the lock hole. This thing would not be coming off until I returned home to my tools.

Saturday morning I collected the toys I would need, and got “dressed” for travel. I have modified a pair of running shorts with velcro in the crotch, and a T-shirt with velcro at the tops of the sleeves; both can be put on or off while wearing hand- and leg-cuffs. With sandals, I would not need any other clothes for the week. It’s a 3-hour drive to the city, and as soon as I got on the highway I took off my clothes and put them on the passenger seat, driving naked except for my chastity. What a rush in the warm air! Approaching the city I pulled over briefly to get dressed, and arrived at my buddy’s place a bit after noon.

As soon as I entered his apartment he had one word for me, “Strip!” I ended up spread against the wall while he snapped on a rubber glove and gave me a very thorough body-cavity search. He then opened my duffel, took out my old handcuffs and applied them expertly behind my back, taking care they were snug but not too tight, and double-locked them. Leg cuffs followed. He then pulled out my “control chain” — a 6-foot chain with a single handcuff welded to each end. He double-locked one around my dick, between my body and the chastity device. Normally a handcuff will easily slip off a man’s balls and penis, but with my chastity device riveted on, not a chance. With me firmly in his control, he led me into his sitting room, where the usual plant was not hanging from the screw-eye in the ceiling; he reached up and cuffed my control chain to it — I could move a few feet side-to-side, but could not sit down. I knew from experience that it could hold my entire weight, so I was stuck there and had better not fall.

We talked for a while, discussing my fantasy, and how he fit into it; after about 15 minutes he re-cuffed my control chain to his couch so I could sit down. The ground rules of my fantasy were that none of my cuffs would come off for my entire stay, and my control chain would be locked to some solid object except during transfers. I would sleep in his puppy cage, still cuffed. While he was at work I would have access to an emergency key in an anti-tamper box I had prepared, but if I crushed it and used the key I would have to leave immediately, ending the fantasy. I could bring my hands in front except when he ordered me to put them in back (I can easily step through them and slip them past my butt).

We talked all afternoon, then he made a marvelous dinner. We ate with my control chain cuffed to the table; I have often eaten while in handcuffs, so that was not a problem. He then introduced me to his coffee table — a low table about four feet long; I knelt at one end with legs spread while he pulled my control chain under it to the far end, back around to the top and locked its cuff around the chain of my handcuffs, stretching me along the top of the table. The chain was quite loose, which he fixed by taking up the slack with a small padlock. He then stripped, put on a condom, and with me fixed in place rode my ass for what seemed like hours. A good time was had by all.

He then unlocked the control chain from around my handcuffs, led me into his bedroom and cuffed my control chain to a bar at the top of his cage, from inside. I crawled in and he locked the door. This is a puppy cage made of thick steel bars with a solid floor; I could barely sit up, and even without cuffs could not stretch out in any direction. As agreed, he then fetched a plastic cup from the kitchen: my “bathroom” for the night. As I had not pissed for some time, I filled it twice, drinking it immediately.

In the morning we determined that being cuffed in the cage was considerably more uncomfortable than un-cuffed, and I would get a blanket and pillow from then on. I got to use the bathroom (chained to the drain pipe under the sink). He brought me into the sitting room and chained me to the couch where I could use my laptop or the TV. We talked, had lunch and dinner, watched TV, played video games, and just had a good time together, with me naked and restrained, him just naked.

Sunday evening we went to a bondage club we had been to a few times. I of course was “dressed,” but still in my cuffs with arms behind; he parked nearby so I had only a short walk in public wearing cuffs. Once inside I was immediately naked again, chained to this and that and moved all around the place; for a while I was chained to my buddy’s belt. Midway through the evening I did my pre-arranged scene that was central to my fantasy: I mixed up some 5-minute epoxy and stuffed it into the keyholes of my handcuffs and legcuffs — they really were not coming off. Several people took pictures of the cuffs’ serial numbers and the glue, to verify next Sunday that I had spent the entire week in them. Going home my buddy decided it was late enough that I did not need clothes; I was nervous as hell, but apparently he knew the streets at that hour, and they were deserted; we got back without incident and I went right into the cage for the night. Again I needed to fill the cup and drink it.

Monday morning he let me into the bathroom, we ate breakfast, and then he locked me to the couch. He brought out my cup and the emergency key and went to work. I had my laptop and the TV, and had lots to do. I received a high-priority writing task from work to do on my laptop. Later that evening I was not quite finished with it. My buddy said several times “time for bed,” but I begged more time; finally he lost patience, unlocked my control chain from the couch and simply started pulling. Of course I could not resist the tug on my genitals, and went straight into the cage.

The next morning he told me that as punishment for my disobedience I would remain in the cage all day. He removed the padlock from the cage and used the cuff from my control chain to lock the door closed, leaving me the emergency key, reminding me that if I smashed the box and used it I would have to leave immediately. I asked hopefully, “breakfast?” — he pulled out his dick and filled my cup, saying “bon apetit” as he handed it in, and left for work.

That was the most boring day of my life. And uncomfortable, in the tight confines of the cage and cuffs. I tried exercising, but that was not easy or very effective. I tried sleeping but that didn’t work. And masturbating was of course a non-starter with my unforgiving chastity device. Smashing the key box and leaving was a constant temptation, but I managed to stay.

When my buddy got home I was tired, stiff, hungry, thirsty, and fed up with the taste of urine. He let me out to the bathroom (and a drink of water), made dinner, we talked some more, and I finished my work task. Then he stretched me across the coffee table again and rode me for a while, helping me work out the kinks, and getting some pleasant ones.

Wednesday evening we re-did the enemas, to ensure I would not have to deal with that problem without a toilet.

Thursday after dinner he had me put my arms in back, and put a strap around my elbows to keep them there; he then padlocked my control chain to the foot of his bed, with an extra length of chain, taking the keys to the kitchen. He stripped, brought out some rope, and had me tie him spread-eagled on the bed. I pulled the ropes as tight as I could with my limited mobility. I was to keep him right on the edge of cumming for an hour; if he came or went flaccid before the hour was up I would be punished. That kept me busy, though for the last 20 minutes just my warm breath on his cock was enough, or a gentle flick of my tongue. By then he was whimpering, begging to come, threatening me with all sorts of evil if I did not bring him off. At ten minutes past the hour I took him strongly in my mouth and he came immediately. I kept as much as I could in my mouth, slid down and kissed him on the mouth, surprising him with his own cum. “OK, let me loose.” he said after swallowing, but I would have none of it, saying “I think I’ll keep you there until morning.” This did not go over well, and ten minutes later I released him and he removed my elbow strap. We shared a shower and went to bed, me in the cage as usual, with cup.

Friday evening we just sat together and talked. We fell naturally into a comfortable rapport whenever we were together, and I had diversions with my laptop and the TV when I was alone, chained to the couch with the emergency key available. I avoided thinking about how long it would take me to cut my hands and legs free if an emergency did arise.

Saturday we talked for what seemed like all day, pausing now and then for TV and video games. By now I was used to the cuffs, the control chain, the cage, and the cup. I was showing some bruises on wrists and ankles, and my dick was both frustrated and getting sore at the base, but I could handle it. The unrelenting bondage was becoming a drag, but my fantasy was the entire week and I was determined to see it through.

Sunday we went back to the bondage club, taking some tools and stuff. I was ordered to keep my hands in back. Everyone was astounded that I had remained in my cuffs all week. Then I got a surprise: my buddy stripped and he had on a chastity device just like mine! He locked my control chain to his dick, put on handcuffs and leg cuffs, and we were on display as a matched pair. One guy grabbed our control chain and had us worship his tits with our mouths. Another guy saw that, grabbed our chain, and got a double blow job.

Then it was time to remove my cuffs. I had brought a hacksaw along, and cut through the chain on the handcuffs, holding the saw between my knees and moving my arms back-and-forth. After several minutes of new-found freedom to stretch, I sawed through the bows of the handcuffs and legcuffs, leaving me free, but chained by the dick to my buddy. We decided it was late enough to not need clothes, so we packed up and went back to his place; I of course drove because this time he was in hand- and leg-cuffs; I had to use the passenger side door because our dicks were still chained together. That was a rather nervous, but uneventful trip.

When we got back to his place I unlocked the control chain from my dick for the first time in over a week, and simply put him into the cage. With cup. He had not expected the cup, but bowed to the inevitable saying it was the first time he had ever drunk piss. I had an inspiration for tomorrow, and put a handcuff key at the bottom of a pop can full of water in his freezer. It was heaven to use the bathroom, drink water, and sleep in a bed with my arms and legs free.

Monday was a holiday, and I let him use the bathroom and made breakfast. Then I had him put his hands behind and I cuffed his control chain to the ceiling as mine had been. I then asked him where his chastity keys were; I fetched them, made sure I had them all, and told him I would mail them to him in a week. He was not happy about that, but being chained to the ceiling, he was in no position to argue.

Then it was time for me to go. I moved him to the couch where I had spent so much time this past week. I packed up, got “dressed,” promised for the umpteenth time to mail him the keys by Friday, and left, leaving him the key in the frozen can. It was hard to leave, and we shared several high-calorie kisses, with comic relief from our chastities clanking. An hour later he called me, shivering a bit from using his body to melt the ice, imploring me to come back and unlock his chastity. “I have just spent a week in mine, now it’s your turn,” I said, “bother me again and it will be two weeks.”

Driving home naked, I thought about the future, and how it might involve the two of us. I also revisited fond memories of what had indeed been One Fine Week.

 

The End

 

Note from the author:

This is fiction, but some of the events really happened, such as driving naked while wearing only a locked chastity device (which is a rush), and sleeping in handcuffs, legcuffs, and chastity, with a combination lock until sunrise (it’s amazing how little light will permit early escape).

 

 

Metal would like to thank surfbot for this story.