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Fine-tuning a high-tech piece of male chastity jewelry
Chastity blogger Drew (of The Drew Duality site) visited Chris over at Steelwerks Extreme and has written about his experience.
For Drew’s report, click here.
Also check out the Metalbond Q&A with Chris, available here.
Working out in chastity
Check out this post-workout selfie posted this morning on social media by “Ray Bear,” who is on Twitter as @ARRRBEEEE.
I can’t tell you how excited I get seeing that cock cage clearly visible under his under armour. Fuck! This is the kind of guy I think about when reading stories like “Chastity Suit” and “The Edge.”
Fucking hot if you ask me.
The Carrara cock cage
I wonder how long someone can last in a cage like this. Days? Weeks? Months? Years?
Fucking HOT if you ask me.
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Evolution Wearables chastity devices
Check out these innovative chastity devices, from Evolution Wearables:
Website here.
Does anyone have any experience with these devices?
Chastity Suit – Part 11
By Rubbag
TRAINING OF UNIT 6 COMPLETED AFTER
3 DAYS 22 HOURS AND 14 MINUTES
CORE BODY TEMPERATURE 26C
CONFIRM
The message flashed once more on the control pad before Augustus pressed the Confirm symbol, letting the pad go blank as he put it to one side. He leaned forward, his elbows onto the desk, his palms pressed together resting against his mouth. According to the time stamp, Unit 6 had been ready since last night, but it seemed churlish after such an effort to rush these last moments. No, he would spend a little time contemplating his triumph.
Two young men, both were strong-willed before their transformation into mindless units, trophies on his wall. They were both in position Storage Mounted 01, heads down, arms tight to their sides, legs together, feet pointing to the floor. The first position of their training is also their last, a symmetry of which Augustus approved.
There is a click as he turns on the recorder.
Chastity Suit – Part 04
By Rubbag
He turns to the left, and I follow him away from the cloakroom, away from the exit. The main floor of the club is only some twenty feet across, but it must be more than forty feet high, with the floor suspended midway up. A tube of concrete not a cylinder though, its six-sided, a hexagon. The wall behind me has the door we’ve just come through, then the next wall is open, some kind of alcove or room beyond which we are walking toward. Then beyond, a bank wall, no door this time but a single entrance flanked by two statues and between them stairs leading up higher into the building. Then another room only single shining down there and through sixty degrees and then another flat wall, with stairs leading down. Last and behind us now, the last of the alcoves and then I know what the sound is. The sound of gym equipment in use, the multi-gym equipment with the slotted masses attached, moving up and down their metal rails.
There is the sound of someone working out, but there is something desperate and muffled about it. I turn around trying to see what exactly is going on even as I’m being led away from the source of the sound.
“No, Jed, this way.”
Chastity Suit – Part 01
By Rubbag
Josh and me have been dorm buddies all through college. We had hit it off straight away on the first day as sophomores, and since then we’ve shared the same room, the same gym, the same women. Even a sloppy kiss once, after having too much beer after college football. Our last season the finals, we won and then that night, don’t even go there, that’s best forgotten. We where drunk and stoned, that’s why, that’s all. That’s Josh and Jed, or the twins as we’re known in the halls, twin jocks. Now we’re not brothers, but we might as well be, same height, 5 10, same build, football jocks with the same boyish blond features, mid-west Corn Belt. Certainly Josh knows me better than anyone else the world. We know what each other are thinking, which makes most of our conversation wasted.
That’s how it had been for most of our four years at college, the two of us all but joined at the hip. It was only in the last that semester that things began to change.