The first image is from the Denying Thumper blog — click the image for a complete report from this guy and a video about his Steelworxx Looker 02:
And here are more images in locking metal cock cages and the men who are brave enough to get locked in them:
I think it would be a great idea for 2013 to get a bunch of Metalbond readers locked in serious chastity, maybe have a bet or dare to see who can go the longest number of days.
Many more chastity devices are available from Mr S
In my view it would be a shame to let any of these men out of their chastity devices just because they had to fly (more on that in a moment).
Lately I have been thinking about what it would be like to keep several different guys locked in long-term chastity. That means weeks or months, instead of hours or days. And that means NOT letting a guy out just because he as to go through airport security. At my request, my online chat buddy Skinric, who has lots of experience in long-term chastity device wearing, has written about his experiences at the airport for Metalbond.
Click below to read about it:
Chastity Devices and Airline Travel
And I am wondering if any other chastity device wearers have risked the embarrassment of wearing a cock cage through the TSA screening. If you have similar tales to tell, let’s hear from you guys!
Contact information is available on the About tab here on Metalbond.
Hey guys, check this out:
That’s a torture box that Jamie is going to be locked in for foot torture.
You can read about it here:
And also check out the No Way Out website
By Jamie
Hi Metal, Just to let you know that I will actually be enduring the new version of the ‘Torture Trap’ in the next few months. There is a guy in Bristol who will be carrying out the session and has agreed for selected people to come along and carry out there own tortures on the soles of my feet while I am securely locked up and helpless in the device.
By Collector2
Hi Metal, I would like to get some feedback / ideas from yourself and your readers about a predicament I find myself in.
Just to give you some background first. I am a switch. I love to bottom for heavy bondage but rarely get a chance here. Most of the time when I do get to play I am top as I know way more about it than any of the other guys that are around here. I also don’t believe in doing something to someone else that I haven’t experienced first myself so that I know the feelings and the limits. This philosophy has stood me in good stead so far.
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.)
Check out a new story by Marknorth, called The Device
Hey guys, Marknorth is spending Independence Day with a chain collar locked on. It’s not the tightest of collars, but you gotta give the guy credit for trying. He also sent a true-life self-bondage story, which is below the picture.
By Marknorth
Dear Metal,
I spent the night before Independence Day in a chain collar. It reminded me of the loss of freedom.
Several weeks ago I had a weekend with no obligations or plans, so I decided to use the time to do a self-bondage lock-down in my cell.
Put in the usual supply of water and protein shakes – and straws.
Let my dick choose the length of time to be locked away – 18 hours.
Utilized the typical set-up; padded hood, leather cuffs (ankle and wrist), leather collar (2” fetters), all locked and linked by heavy chains. Secured a chain from the ankles to the I-bolt, making escape from the cell impossible, without using the “fail safe” key. No cock-lock, just an under armour jock and cup.
I decided to wear racing leathers and boots to complete the experience. Love the way the leathers fit – tight in all the right places.
Was in the cell and had everything locked on by 6:00 pm Friday night – having forgone dinner to avoid a call from nature.
No escape until the keys dropped from the mag-lock at around noon on Saturday.
My hard-on usually doesn’t dissipate for several hours after the initial lock-down; so the struggle within the hard-cup adds some discomfort – although not as much as a chastity cage.
It didn’t take long to start to heat up inside the hood and leathers, but that was to be expected.
Since there is no way to mark time, it is hard to tell exactly when it starts to become uncomfortable and the “real” lock-up begins as the initial “buzz” wears off; but that is the point, after all – it’s not bondage until you want out.
This was the first time that I had worn the leathers for a lock-up of more than a few hours, and it was apparent that they were going to add a level of discomfort that was unexpected – especially the increase in body heat.
Also found out that getting to my dick to piss was a serious amount of work – the zipper on the leathers doesn’t extend quite far enough to allow for moving the hard cup out of the way easily.
So every time I had to piss was a frustrating struggle. Didn’t test that part out ahead of time – an error on my part, as I usually consider all the possibilities and test them out before locking things in place. This time, though, it didn’t seem like it would be an issue ahead of time.
So, time passed, the level of discomfort increased making it hard to sleep. I know I dozed off but not for long periods.
Of course, as the discomfort builds, so does the frustration of not being able to get free.
It soon became a series of attempts to find a way to get more comfortable – pacing, kneeling, sitting, laying down on the cot trying to sleep. Nothing was working and the frustration continued to build.
For the first time in a long time the thought of having to use the “fail safe” kept coming to the forefront.
I love the leathers, love the hood, and love being locked up – but for some reason the combination that night was making me overly miserable – and I wasn’t sure that I could make it for the duration.
As more time passed it became apparent to me that I needed to get out and get relief.
Eventually I caved in. My “fail safe” key is kept in a large plastic juice bottle that is filled with motor oil. The opening is too small to stick my hand in, so it needs to be poured out to get to the key. That creates an unbelievable mess on the floor! But my frustration overcame what I knew would be a long and tedious clean-up.
I dumped the oil out and got the key – regretting that step already.
That key opens the lock box with the necessary keys to remove the restraints.
Once I had the locks off and removed the restraints and hood – and the leathers and boots, I left the cell (frustrated at the mess and for failing to make the full 18 hours).
I almost screamed when I looked at the clock – it was 10:50 am – I would have only made it a little over an hour more before I would have been freed!!
Now I was really pissed at myself – such a fucking wuss!!!
Cleaning up the oil took over an hour – and it stained the concrete on the cell floor.
The mess confirmed the “price” for using the “fail safe” – it’s there for an emergency – it worked as needed and verified that I would always be able to get out of the restraints quickly should that emergency arise (something that I have never had to test before).
Lesson learned – man-up and tough it out – I’ve done it many times before. I’m going to do it many times more.
I’ll be punishing myself with a longer lock up with the same set-up in near the future.
Thought you might get a kick out of that episode – I wasn’t going to share it with you because is somewhat embarrassing. Was the first time that I wimped out in a self-lock-up and I have spent so much more time locked up under those circumstances.
Your continued prisoner,
Mark
Metal would like to thank Marknorth for the account above.