By Aqualaguy
After I’d written my story “Conversion”, which was a fantasy piece where I was transformed from a human into a human urinal by S c o t t C a a n and a number of other anonymous men in wetsuits, I was approached by a loyal reader of the Metalbond blog. (He has requested that I keep him anonymous, so I will respect that. You will understand why by the time you reach the end of this story. For literary purposes, I will simply call him KH.)
I’m wondering if there are any Metalbond readers out there who have been locked in chastity for all of August so far.
Hey guys, look what prisoner Marknorth has just agreed to wear to bed EVERY NIGHT from now until his keyholder sends him the keys to his cock cage!
My kind of man, if you ask me!
Today’s chastity pictures are inspired by the Male Protection blog
Picture from a Metalbond reader:
Check out a new story by Marknorth, called The Device
A Homemade Chastity Belt That Works!
By Chuck
OK, file this under “There, I Fixed It!” if you want. But like millions of other folks, I’m not able to fly to Europe, get fitted for a real chastity belt, and pay for the thing out of petty cash. So with a lot of studying, putting some simple everyday pieces together, and spending hours wearing and fitting this thing, I now have a real working homemade chastity belt that I could spend a week in. Maybe more.
I’ve had a few of the lock-on chastity “devices.” They are great pieces, except that I have a problem with ring irritation. So unless I want to wake up every three hours in the night and apply lotion, I can’t wear one. Daytime use is a pleasure, but lying on my back in one for an extended period of time is impossible for me.
So after looking at the expensive belts, I saw the elements that make them work. These include total coverage over the genitals area, a tight-fitting body restraint system, a secure lock, and, um … “provisions” for when Nature calls. One by one these challenges were met and overcome, and the end result is hopefully not too terribly amateurish.
The heart of the belt is a metal MMA-style cup with perimeter padding, available from TitleMMA.com and other places. Actually, the prototype had a hard plastic cup that I could drill holes in easier, but we’re talking about the finished product here. Dog leash chains (My favorite!) were used as a belly chain and crotch attachment, then enclosed in clear plastic tubing for comfort.
Black shrink wrap was heated on for the final coat, as the chains will rust easily inside the tubing and turn everything brown-colored. They look fantastic for a few days, but after a couple of showers, they lose their sparkle. I almost had to remove the tubing on the chain connecting the O ring and waist belt as it caused pinching, but more shrink wrap saved the day.
A 2½-inch metal “O” ring, available at any hardware store, was squeezed to an oval shape as far as I could take it (They come apart at their weld seam) to act as the fecal avoidance system (ewww) between the cup and retainer chain. Three small leather pieces were also made for attachments to the cup. So far this system has worked perfectly, never any messy troubles at all.
The chains run around my waist and up my butt crack, as these anatomical parts do not change shape or size at all while I stand, walk, or run, unlike if I had placed them jockstrap-style. In other words, this is like a thong.
To hold all the chains together, I cut links from the chains, then squeezed them back together. Surprisingly, this was the most difficult part of building this belt, as many minor length adjustments were necessary until I got it “just right.” Rather than an adjustable belt, I wanted one custom-fit for my bod that looked at least somewhat “finished,” and would lock on as quickly as possible.
Inside the cup, total chastity security is guaranteed by a metal cock cage from my pre-existing chastity device. Even if I could get my hand under the cup, I cannot reach Mr. Johnson because of the cage.
I also dipped the cock cage in red Plasti Dip to make the inside very smooth and comfortable, contributing to the long-term wearability of the penis container.
Epoxy was used to secure the cock cage to the cup, but it’s really not necessary. Once everything is on and locked in place, the cup holds the cage exactly where it should be. But a little extra security never hurts, right?
Hygiene inside the belt is a concern, as I guess they all are. I drilled a pee drain hole in the bottom of the cup, and in the shower, a rinse tube fits in there just perfect. If the cup gets washed out every day or two, the smell stays at a minimum.
However, any suggestions for better cleansing are very welcome at this point. I don’t mind the smell while shackled and doing roadwork, but the general public might not like that “Ye Olde Urinale” aroma. A system for drying inside the cup after showering is still a work in progress.
My Dom had given me a padlock for the original chastity device (The key was 2,000 miles away), but I dared not click it on this thing till it was finished. I use my padlocks where I can get out fairly quickly if needed, and they also provide easy chain attachment and simulate chastity security.
However, games are still fun! Sometimes I’ll leave the keys to the belt some distance away; access to them is possible, but very difficult at times. I’m also going to mail the keys to myself next weekend for more time-duration practice.
Total costs of the belt? Well, the chain was about $30, the cup was about $20. Lots of shrink wrap was $8, and the leather and screw-on rivets were maybe $5. I think the “O” ring was $2. The cock cage? I bought mine as part of a system, but I’ve seen just the cage online for about $75.
So for about $150, a little imagination, and a lot of time, I have a lockable chastity belt that will not come off. And I can’t wait till I do not hold the key to this genital restraint!
So until I win a trip “Over There” on The Price Is Right, I guess this belt will have to do. Except for the leather pieces and tubing, this thing is all metal, it definitely locks on, and has some bulk actually. I’m fairly smitten with the thing, and very pleased with the results.
I’m sure my Dom will set records for my time in it, and I’ll keep everybody updated on the numbers. He’s promised me a week in it under his lock and key … at least! O–O
Update on the belt: I recently was locked in it for over a week, and did not have the keys. All was well except for the metal “O” ring. It was fine while standing, but sitting caused discomfort after a few minutes. Minutes in restaurants turned into hours.
So a redesign of that area is in order. Maybe it will be made of leather, but I’d prefer something more solid. My Dom has suggested a plastic or rubber ring, so I’ll look into that.
Metal would like to thank Chuck for today’s chastity information and pictures. Chuck can be found on Gearfetish.com as Kuffed. He’s Yossie’s collared pup, and also stops over to see the fine folks at SeriousMaleBondage from time to time.
Power Exchange
A true story by bndgkink
Maybe it is time to post something about myself and my sexual history, in case someone might be interested.
i was a fairly arrogant top for many years.
i am now embarrassed by my way of being so.
i was very amateurish.
i was well to do at the time and buff.
i had a large home with a well stocked dungeon.
i had a herd of young boys as slaves
i had one though that was different.
i had basically groomed him from a street urchin .
he was twenty-four when i met him
he wasn’t strong and buff
he had a raspy voice due to child hood surgeries.
his chest was a mass of scars
he drove a beat up old car.
he lived in a dump of an apartment.
he went back to school
he went to college
and on to grad school.
he really didn’t go into his desires etc
he was the first slave that i wanted as 24/7
he was the only one i ever wanted 24/7
he was a quick learner.
he was smart
he was the perfect sex slave
he knew what to do and when to do it.
but
he would not move in or agree to 24/7
he would be graduating in the late spring.
he was the one i had been looking for
he was everything i wanted
he was incredible
he was indespensable.
he was my biggest frustration.
he seemed to be measuring me one night with his fingers.
he said he was figuring out what size to get for my Xmas present
he was so cute about it that i told him to measure away.
he was very upset at Xmas because my present didn’t arrive yet
he wasn’t consoled that i wasn’t upset
he smiled when i told him a great blow job would do.
He showed up on a rainy Valentine’s Day.
He had a present and card for me.
He had measured me for a “bill jones” chastity belt.
He politely corrected me when i thought it was for him.
He didn’t flinch when i became angry that it was for me
He only commented that
if i could wear it for a month and remain dominant in every other way he would agree to be a 24/7 slave no questions asked.
but if i did not, He had the keys.
i knew he couldn’t go 24 hours with out sucking me off
i knew he would need me out in a day or two
i lasted less than a fraction of a second after the second lock clicked shut.
i watched and felt the instantaneous exchange of power in total horror.
i grabbed something to cover my embarrassment and shame (crotch)
i realized it covered nothing important any more.
i looked at Him in terror.
He half smiled and said he would come by in the morning to check on me.
He then just turned and left.
i for once was without words.
i just stood there in horror for the longest time.
i then fussed with it trying without success to get it off.
i was on my knees begging him for it to come off the following night.
i sucked him off for the first time hoping for a release
i remained locked, “anyway,” for the next three years
i was always secured down when it was removed for cleaning.
i only experienced orgasms through prostate massage
i never experienced an orgasm stroking like a real man.
i was cleaned and milked at least once a week.
He never moved in but had complete run of my house.
i spent weekends locked in “my” cage in “my” dungeon
i spent summer weekends chained to a tree in “my” back yard naked
except for the belt.
i lost the ability to become erect after a few months.
i would moan and groan when being milked but cum only oozed out.
i would be secured and then milked for amusement of His friends.
i felt the humiliation of former slaves seeing me caged or milked.
i felt the humiliation of former slaves laughing as i only moaned
and oozed cum.
i felt the humiliation of servicing former slaves
i felt the out rage of watching Him have sex with my former slaves and others from my cage.
i felt the outrage and jealousy of watching him while chained to a tree make love and have sex in my pool at night only to be left out there while He went inside and played in “my” dungeon with them.
i learned to get over it.
i learned to be grateful for the times i was allowed to service him.
i learned to be grateful for the attention i received.
i learned to be grateful for him showing me my true identity.
i began to respect him for being smarter in every way
i watched him become the point blank hottest Dom around.
i felt the honor of being his number one slave.
i began to crave his control
i only wanted his control
i only needed his control
i only desired to please him
i was able to concentrate on my business and it went from successful to incredibly successful.
i was to the world this powerhouse business man
i was to him and the gay S/M community a sub human sex slave.
i felt so content and happy with things the way they were.
He graduated from grad school and became a nurse in the local hospital OR.
i was so proud to be his slave and be the only person he asked to attend his graduation.
He began to talk about removing my balls when he massaged my prostrate
He would talk about how i didn’t need them anyway.
He talked about how life would be without them
He talked about how i wouldn’t need to wear the belt
He talked only of that every time i had an orgasm for close to two years.
He talked about how with his training he knew how to make it happen.
He talked about how he knew how to turn me into an “it”
He warned me that one night He would just do it
He warned me that every ograsm could be my last.
i began to associate cumming with castration
Then one night He came over and was very distraught.
He showed me a letter.
He had been offered an incredible job that only a fool would refuse.
He would have to move to distant city if He accepted it.
i knew He needed to accept the job.
He knew i had a business to run and a mother in a nursing home to look after etc.
We discussed our options … actually He went over them and I listened as i had learned to do.
i did comment that He really need to accept the position.
He said He would need to return the key.
i begged Him to keep it.
He said that was not an option.
Two weeks later He left town.
i was devastated, especially when i found the keys on the kitchen table.
i spent six months weaning myself out of the chastity belt
i felt naked and vunerable without it.
i spent another six months getting an erection and cumming per stroking.
i spent years learning to cum with out thinking of castration.
i considered donating mine to a man i knew who had a ball collection.
i didn’t go through with it.
i felt like a wimp for not going through with it.
i became despondent
i went into shock and depression a few months later when my mother passed.
i began having trouble with my business
i was totally wiped out financially when some guys took my business
i lost the big house thanks to them also.
i was broke living in my van
i was taken in by a friend.
i was to proud to contact Him.
i began to get stable again.
i was living out east
i was still struggling financially
i got a phone call a couple years later
it was a friend in common who had run into him
Who mentioned He wanted to see me again.
i didn’t think twice
i put on the belt and drove 800 miles plus on the outside chance He did want to see me.
WE looked at each other and i handed him the keys before either spoke.
WE were so right together.
He was so right for me
i was so right for him.
WE made love all night.
He came several times.
i didn’t, i couldn’t , and that was how it should be.
i returned home the next day driving 800 miles back.
i cried the whole way.
He had said i would hear from him soon.
He had a strange hesitancy in his voice.
i didn’t understand.
i received a certified letter a few weeks later.
it contained 1 key
it was from a close friend of His.
it said that He had to have surgery to re-correct child hood problems
it said that He had not survived the surgery
it said that He had ask that this key be sent to me
That i should unlock what ever was locked and remove it.
it said He had been buried with the other key.
it closed with the writer saying that he never understood what went on between Him and i but he knew it was incredibly intense.
i cried for weeks
i buried the key in my family plot close to my stone
i still keep his picture on my altar years later.
my altar years later.
THE END
Metal would like to thank bndgkink for sharing this.