Check out the pictures that leatherdog sent:
Check out the pictures that leatherdog sent:
This work is by Marcel. I do not have contact information for him, unfortunately.
Part 2 – The Decision
Have you ever tried to cut through titanium with bolt cutters? It is near on impossible. Have you ever tried to do the same with Kevlar? Same result. How do I know this? Because when I finally got home I tried to cut the chains that connected my tits to my cock and all I managed to do was damage the bolt cutters. It turned out that the chains were titanium coated in Kevlar – a pretty expensive piece of kit to waste.
Volume 3, Chapter 1
Supple leather slid from side to side as they both worked the shiny smooth material of their jackets down over their backs. “Why did you wish to see us, Mr. Director?” one asked as they both plopped themselves down in to one of the multitude of thick black leather couches that filled the executive’s plush office.
It must have been three or four weeks after the episode in Jim’s playroom that I was on my way to do a bit of shopping in the village shop when I heard Pete calling me from behind. There he stood, stripped to the waist, up on a bit of scaffolding doing some sort of building job. He looked down on me smiling broadly, and said “Jim has some new building equipment he wishes to try out and suggests that you could help, if you liked.” I didn’t understand for a moment, then realised that this was a coded message for another session in Jim’s playroom. After the penny had dropped, I said “Oh. Oh good. What time? When?” Pete’s reply was that this evening was as good as any.
Part 1 – The Audition
Summer in Sydney is supposed to be hot. Hot weather. Hot beaches. Hot bodies. Hot sex. None of it was looking true though. At the start of December it looked like all my usual tricks were going to be away, the weather forecast was crap, and to top it off I was being forced to take vacation for the three working days between Christmas and New Year – Ten whole days with nothing to do and nobody to play with. I was going to be bored – or even worse have to cruise the bars. Come to that I was already bored. So bored I started just scrolling through the profiles on Recon looking for something, or someone, to spice it up a bit with.
Locked Into Spiked Hell For Hours
A true story of painful chastity
Chastity has always been fascinating to me. To have your sexual pleasure taken away from you, while having all other bodily functions available, seems like a dream come true to this versatile sub. But finding or making a device to do this, and also to offer a level of discomfort or even pain at the same time, makes an even more interesting proposition.
I’ve had a CB 3000, a Meo 9000, a metal cock cage, and a locking leather jockstrap-like device (bought used, from Worn Out West in The Castro). I’ve even built a system that uses a metal MMA protective cup (I’ll be submitting that story here soon), and all of these have had painful pleasures on me for one reason or another.
The little beastie. Kind of reminds me of a shark’s mouth.
And sometimes I like to see how much pain I can control, so when Metalbond offered a Punisher if a subject could keep it on for 29 hours, I jumped at the chance to try it. I had never been in a soft chastity device, much less one with spikes (though my CB 3000 had the Points Of Intrigue), so I really wanted to give it a go.
It seems The Punisher was designed with two things in mind: First, to deprive the wearer of any orgasms or even hand contact with ye olde penis. Second, to inflict about as much pain as possible without causing any open wounds. I have to say that it succeeded quite well at both.
I was surprised when I was picked to wear the Punisher, but gladly accepted the challenge. Metalbond provided a link to the Official U.S. Time Clock that I could use to stand in front of and take pictures, to prove when I was locked up. That clock is set on the Eastern Time Zone; I’m in the Central Zone.
As soon as the Punisher arrived, I tried it on to make sure I had it right. I didn’t want to put it on, click the lock shut, then realize I had screwed something up. A little advice for future Punisher wearers; if you have a little bit of a hard-on, you can slip into it easier than being totally soft. A little amount of lube or lotion helps too.
Let the time begin!
So at Noon, Eastern Standard Time, on Sunday, January 23, 2011, I put the Punisher on as practiced, and snapped the numbered plastic lock into place. Good old lock number 580571. Nice, it sounded like a real convict’s number. No turning back now, I said to myself. Almost immediately, I felt the spikes trying to poke holes into my most private and prized of possessions.
After two hours in the Punisher, my nuts were burning. The lower restraint strap had done its work well, separating and pushing both testicles away from each other. My sack was stretching, had turned red, but there was nothing I could do about that now, except to grin and tough it out.
Three hours into this, I noticed my left leg was wet. I dropped my sweatpants, and found a stream of precum had settled in the thigh area. The sticky goo was somehow pleasant, and it reminded me how much I love chastity play!
Of course, it didn’t help on Sunday night that my friends over at SeriousImages / SeriousMaleBondage were doing a webcast, strapping my bud Mikey up for a couple of hours. I watched Mikey and Daddy Tony have a great time, along with a little help from others there. Let’s just say that I couldn’t watch for long, as the Punisher became very small and the spikes became very sharp(er).
About 9 hours in … so far, so good!
I went to bed at about midnight, and slept well for three to four hours. Then the lower nut sack burning started. I’ve had this trouble with other devices, so I guess I’m just over-sensitive in that area. Applying a good lotion stops the burning for a while, but during this night, relief came only for about an hour at a time. I would just get to sleep, then wake up in excrutiating pain, and would have to apply the lotion again.
4:35 in the morning, my time. I can’t sleep, it’s hurting so bad.
These were the times when I really thought about calling it quits. But I was already more than halfway through the 29 hours, and I knew if I could just last until I got up, I’d be OK. For whatever reason, the devices don’t burn me in the daytime; standing and moving around is OK. It’s just after I sit or lay down for a few hours, do they start burning me.
I’ve tried every lotion I know, I’ve tried Vaseline, and even placing a cloth between my nuts and a device… nothing works for long. The area gets very warm and starts burning. Does anybody have a fix for this? If so, I’ll gladly submit to permanent chastity, most likely by my Dom who has me both collared and permanently marked, Yossie.
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At the 24-hour mark!
At 29 hours. Mission Accomplished! …or is it?
At 8 O’clock (EST) on the second night.
After the 29-hour minimum had passed, I wanted to see how far I could go. 36 hours was the next goal, as I would have been able to take it off right before bed. However, after 32 hours passed, the spikes had done their job so well that it was time for freedom. I had reached my limit, had met the challenge, even earned some bragging rights… but now I had to break free.
Oh, the pain… the pain.
This image might look a bit gross at first, but the residue is from the lotions I used to try to relieve the burning. And yes, it did smell pretty rank after 32 hours of confinement. The red marks, impressions, indentations, and irritated ball sack speak for themselves.
The only complaint I have about the device is that the locking hole was not large enough to allow a tiny Master lock to fit into. A small, other-brand lock would fit, but not with the numbered plastic lock also inserted. I had wanted a keyed lock as a reinforcement to keep me in the Punisher all night, but I didn’t want to drill into a device that I had not yet earned.
Now it’s January 26, 2011, two days after the 32-hour ordeal. I’m back in the Punisher, this time with one of my smallest locks on, but with the key about a half mile away, back in my play cabin. And that’s a long walk back there, especially in 36-degree weather.
I’m not sure how long I’ll have it on this time… we’ll just have to see.
Metal would like to thank Chuck for the pictures and the report.
And extra special thanks to Marknorth and JT for making Chuck’s torment possible!