2006/04/03
The old switcheroo…
KH is now wearing the CB3000. We'll see if he can pee in it, but I used the stocking trick to make it fit.
Oh, and the plastic lock ends in 215…See?
2006/03/19
Vacation over…
and KH is — eager! — to get me back into the cb3k.
I however, am making him wait…
2006/03/08
New record, for me…
I’ve been locked since Sunday, but haven’t cum since a week from the Friday before. Right now, I’m at 11 days, and I just finished sucking off KH while locked. Yum!
He had some fun with me last Saturday, when I gave up on sucking him (we both had had too much to drink to be able to cum), and he tossed a key out into the front yard.
(My shock didn’t last long; I knew that he’s too paranoid to not have many, many spares lying about…)
Then yesterday, he announced that I need to make him cum 3 times before I get out.
We’ve got a vacation next week, and I imagine I’ll be without the cb3k the entire time. Let’s see if
- I can finish him off twice more before we leave, and
- I can keep my hands off myself that long.
Or, maybe I’ll be setting a new record of three weeks…
2006/02/28
First full 24 hours without any key available…
Not much of a big deal to most of the other chaste bois out there, but I’ve completed my first 24 hours without any possible access to myself at all.
All the way from wake-up and shower, through a full day of work, and a minor dr-like visit and workout, back home, and through dinner.
KH is in a foul mood, even after the BJ last night. I wonder how long I’ll be kept in lockdown?
2006/02/27
Update
So, we’ve both been sick for a few weeks. I was ill enough that KH requested that we remove the CB so that should he need to take me to hospital/clinic/ER we wouldn’t have to stop to remove it on the way. I was ill enough to agree.
So then, last Wednesday, I was well enough to wank. It was pretty mechanical, more “cleaning the pipes” to speed up recovery than anything else. Friday, I was well enough to wank again, so I put myself back in. When I got back from work, I realized that I needed to not have access to the key, so I put in the KH’s lock.
Of course, Saturday, he undoes the lock, and jerks me to completion. Not that I’m complaining. I left the CB off until this afternoon, when I felt I needed help to keep from wanking again.
All evening, KH has been joking (?) that when I’m wearing the CB, I need to not argue and be such a smart-ass.
We got back home tonight, and I sucked KH off, and then he put his lock in.
So, now I’m in, and don’t know when I’ll be out again…
2006/02/13
No release yet…
and I think the contract will be in our hands signed by both parties today.
Oh, and now it could be three weeks.
Gulp!
2006/02/12
Not yet…
OK, so KH signed the contract, but we don’t have the other party’s signature just yet.
Official lockdown in his key won’t begin until we have the signed contract back.
In the meantime, I got release Friday morning before leaving for work, and will probably get another release tonight or tomorrow morning. I’m currently lock in using my key.
Last night I proposed that we measure the end of this lockdown by the first use of end customers by the project. The response?
We’ll see…
In the meantime, I continue to wait…
2006/02/10
OK, it’s about to start for real…
KH was going to sign the contract, but there were a few items that needed to be changed/corrected. Of course, the person responsible for making those changes was out of town until today.
I’ve been self-locked, however, making sure that I can go longer-term. Took the dremel, and smoothed down the bits that were scraching me from the inverted arc of the bigger ring that ensures no escape, so the comfort level is much higher than it was before during episodes of morning wood.
I still think it would be a good idea for me to make my own spacer that would also prevent all tampering between the cage and the ring. I think I could take a flat piece of perspex and create my own combination spacer/pull-out prevention device with several layers. The curve of it could be more comfortable, and still allow for cleaning. Several of these flat pieces could be epoxied together, and perhaps even a tab could protrude into the top of the cage itself, helping to keep me aligned with the end hole even when fully flaccid.
We got home quite late last night, and KH unlocked and played with me. I was trying to cum, but he got bored and tired first. I hope he finishes the job before the contract starts, but if not, it’s what I was asking for, eh?
2006/02/08
Spoke too soon…Back in, probably for a while starting probably tomorrow!
So, I held back for a while, and KH thought things over. Apparently he’s come to grips with our conversation wherein I pointed out the difference between chastity given and chastity taken. And yes, it is definitely something I want to give him.
And, opportunely, something has come up. A new project for him, at least. It will probably start tomorrow (we’ll see when things are signed on the dotted line), and will last — most likely — for 10 to 14 days. His quote?
I’m going to be too busy for masturbation, let alone sex. If I can’t have any, why should you?
So, I’ll be in until everyone agrees that the project is done, starting when the contract is signed. Again, that’s probably tomorrow. He said that he’ll bring a key with him, and we might meet up for lunch to swap locks. Oh, and on the way home he said,
And, if I do happen to find the time for a quick blowjob or wank, you’ll still be staying in until we’re all done!
We sealed the deal by me sucking his cock. I’ll try to wank tonight, and perhaps tomorrow morning before I go to work, locked into the cb3k with one of my locks. I think I should have him take one of the keys to this lock tomorrow…
2006/02/06
Out, probably for good.
So, all day Saturday, KH was saying “That’s not who I am.”
And he’s right. It’s not, though it was tons of fun…
Don’t know if it will ever be resurrected, but I doubt it. .
2006/02/04
It has finally started, for real…
and it was exciting enough that I’m having trouble getting to sleep.
Here are the rules, as I understand them:
- We’re going to have as many rounds of this as there are points scored in the superbowl. There may be other superbowl bets, but we’ll work those out as we play a round of golf tomorrow.
- Each round starts with me rolling a single die. That’s how many BJ’s I must give KH before I get release. First round starts Sunday.
- When I offer a BJ, if he refuses, it counts as half a BJ.
- He has five minutes to reject the BJ once it has started, with no penalty.
- If I get him to cum, it counts as a full BJ.
- If he tells me to stop after five minutes, it counts as a full BJ.
- If I go for 45 minutes, it counts as a full BJ.
Now, apparently there is something about a risk factor, involving me not offering BJs often enough. I’ll find out more about those tomorrow, but I’m not sure that I won’t safeword on that.
Here’s how it finally came about:
I started getting nervous. Earlier, I had been getting angry about being blown off so much. After assurances this morning that he would get a lock he was happy with, along with enough spare keys, he told me later that he wasn’t going to do it. I got home from work, and decided that enough was enough, and put both keys to my then-current lock into the keysafe, with a new combination.
Then he comes home. “We’ve got friends coming over, but I’ve got the rules”, he said. But of course, he wants to wait to talk about them. “Not until dinner.”
OK, I thought tonight was supposed to be all about us, but fine. Social obligation. Long about three hours later, we’re off to dinner. In the car, he won’t talk about the rules, and I’m convinced they don’t exist yet.
We go to the store first to pick up some golf balls. He wants numbered metal tabs — like the plastic one that cut me the other day. I’m not keen on that idea. Despite him being sure that he saw them at the store we went to, he couldn’t find them. They do have plastic un-numbered ones, and a fortress lock package with 4 locks and a slew of extra keys, all alike, apparently. He takes one each of those.
Finally, we go to dinner, four hours after he suggests it. He takes his time coming to the table, and two minutes after he sits down, another couple sits down immediately next to us.
Well, fuck that conversation, eh?
Can you sense my frustration even through the keyboard? It’s really subtle…
So, we go outside to talk. It’s cold, and we decide to take the food to-go, and eat at the house. While we’re waiting, he starts with the “risk factor” stuff. When he mentions spanking, I immediately safeword.
No fucking way. Not my scene. Don’t like it, don’t want it, won’t do it. Icy-hot? Sure. Clothespins? You betcha. WS? OK. But no spanking.
So, we get our food and go home. I’m considering it all done, and say as much.
Now, he’s the one pushing for it. OK, no spanking, fine.
So, we get home, and eat, and talk lots more. Somehow, we agree to go forward with it.
We start with me sucking him for a while. He goes out to the garage, and gets the lock package while I wait naked on the bed, still locked in my lock for which I have the keys in the keysafe.
He has me take one key and a plastic numbered tag (it ends in 17) to a safe location where I cannot get it down easily, and while I do that he hides the rest of the keys. Then, I suck him a while longer.
Not much longer. He has me give him the combination to the keysafe, and unlocks my lock. I start getting really nervous, and we agree that I should be tied up for the latching. He has me stand up, and put my hands behind my back. He takes his belt, and puts it around my waist and my arms, pretty well pinning them behind me. As assurance, he then takes my belt, and latches it around just my arms. He stands up behind me, turns us both around, and reaches down to take out my lock and replace it with his.
That’s when I get really nervous. I tell him I want to just feel my dick one more time. His response? “OK, but only if you get me to cum before 10:45pm.” I get to my knees, but can’t get a good angle to deep throat him.
Hoping to get him to power-fuck my throat, I lay back on the bed with my head over the edge. He’d go for a moment, then pull out. I’d go wild on his nuts, and try to coax him back into my throat. Repeat.
Finally, he pulls out and steps away, and helps me sit up. He turns me, and says “Look at the clock”. I do, just in time to see it flip from 10:44 to 10:45, and I look down just in time to see his hand move to my crotch and snap the lock shut.
He undid the belts, laid back, and had me finish his blowjob. I’ve been straining at the cage and leaking precum ever since.
Absolutely 100% true. I’ve calmed down writing this (until the last part), but now I’m tired enough that I think I can sleep until the morning wood wakes me up…
2006/02/03
Awake from morning stiffness again…
KH and I had a brief chatlet last night. He’s fairly adamant that he doesn’t want to be cruel, which I appreciate. I appreciate it even more after finally sharing the really mean game idea I had yesterday:
Twice a week chance, each with two random elements not shared with the lockee until after playtime. First, does the lockee get to cum? Second, how long must the lockee hold out? Victim then gets tied down, and played with for the length of time specified. Did the victim cum? Keep going until the time is up… Did the victim cum but not win that first random element? Icy-hot inside the cage waiting for him.
I wouldn’t want to play that one. Yet… I can’t even decide which would be worse, knowing or not knowing how long the stroking would continue. Yikes!
We’re allegedly going to have some alone time tomorrow night. He mentioned some fairly prosaic ideas (I get out once he has cum 1, 2 or 3 times), but with the obvious differences between our drives I’m not sure I’m going to like that too much, either. Still, I’d accept that.
Now it’s just a matter of finding out what his ideas are concerning actual lock and key control. I’m not sure what his hard-on is about having three copies; perhaps he’ll explain today or tomorrow. Perhaps he’ll even tell me what the Superbowl bet is going to be about…
Perhaps he’ll even start holding the keys…
Why does this sound like the tail end of the film The Shawshank Redemption?
2006/02/02
Improvements
So, yesterday (while unlocked, or rather, unlatched) I dremeled off the extra bits of the cage alignment pins. Two hours later, the plastic lock wedged a corner of itself within some tender flesh. That caused me to switch to a metal lock.
Between those two changes, it is much more comfortable. Not only that, but I tried (for the first time) the stocking trick. Wow! I am really, really in this thing now. Even when the KH took it off last night, it took about 30 seconds of serious tugging to remove the cage. I think that I might even be able to re-invert the ring segment to keep all three pins from anything sharp.
Of course, we’re two gay men, neither of us cross-dressers nor trans-anything. So, no stocking. Anyway, I tried using the thinnest sock I could find. Not only am I more securely in than ever before, but also erections become more contained, and my alignment for peeing is much improved — to the point where I will almost always be able to continue peeing standing up.
KH has committed — yet again — to have rules by the Superbowl. I am permitted, however, to ask 4 times each day.
I am about to head out and go to work. We’ll see how things work out — I’ve never been this far away from a key for this long before. I don’t forsee any problems.
2006/02/01
Out and in again…
Last night I was let out. Very definition of a quickie, after 4 days of lockdown! Scrubbed everything down well, and stayed out for the night. I tried explaining to him that I want to not JO anymore, but I want his help preventing that. Perhaps I’ll be more explicit about that this evening.
This morning, I was told to put it away, so I put it on while KH was out for his morning walk. I’ve got a plastic lock in, but not latched, and he’s still working on rules. Apparently, I’m going to be in through the Superbowl, he’s rooting for Pittsburgh, and he’s going to get the 4.5 point spread in the opposite direction from everyone else… So, I’m going to be rooting for Seattle to win by 5 points or more. He also mentioned this morning that he wants to work out the rules while “under the influence” this evening so that he will be more cruel. He’s also suggesting getting handcuffs to keep me restrained whenever the cb is removed. Gulp! He seems to be getting the idea, and warming up to the fact that it will be his decisions.
I provided him with several games we might use, and it seems the one he wants to edit to suit his needs goes like this:
- Twice each week (typically Tuesday and Saturday) I get an opportunity to get out, by rolling a pair of dice.
- KH picks a number between 4 and 11, so that it’s mostly his decision.
- If my roll is higher than the number he picks, I get out for cleaning and release.
- If my roll is the number he picks, I get out for cleaning and teasing.
- If my roll is three, I’m left in until the next round.
- If my roll is two, I’m out for cleaning and teasing, and locked back in the tube coated with icy-hot.
Another suggestion of mine was that twice each week I roll two dice, and get out for cleaning followed by that many minutes of play time. If I release in that time, good. Then the device goes back on. (See, KH has been complaining that I take too long. Didn’t have that problem last night — after only 4 days!)
Another possible contender for rules looks like this
- I start out with a base of 1 day and a single die.
- I roll, and am locked in one day for each of the sum of the roll and the base. (Initially, this will be 2 to 7 days, right?)
- At the end of the time, I’m out for cleaning and release. The base goes up by one day.
- Anytime the base goes over 7 days, the base goes back to 2 days, and two more dice are added.
- Within a round, the first incident of disrespectful/blood-pressure-raising behavior adds one day to the base.
- The second event adds one die and three more days to the base.
- The third event (still within a round) adds two more dice, and an immediate (within reason) application of icy-hot to the tube (cleaning, no release), and I have to roll to start the next round without release.
Oh, did I mention it looks like neither of us is to work this weekend?
Tag#158417 in place, but not yet latched…
2006/01/31
Monday has come and gone, and #150702 is still in place…
The new rules promised are not ready yet, apparently. I tried handing the KH some dice, but no dice.
Instead, he has decided that tomorrow I will get out, to then go back in until the Superbowl, and perhaps longer. I have been tasked with creating some guidelines that he can use to make up rules. Like I have mentioned before, I think I prefer more frequent but less successful attempts to get off, as opposed to a longer-term definite denial.
Let us see if I get listened to here, or if I need to go outside the relationship to find a KH who will take this seriously.
2006/01/29
Plastic tab#150702 locked in place
So, I’ve finally got an A-ring and spacers (well, the spacers between the A-ring and the cage consist solely of the inverted arc of the largest A-ring from the CB-2000) that work.
This setup, with the middle length post and the approprate spacer, makes the solid spacer hold even the plastic locks hold things nice and tightly.
After a few tries (the plastic locks kept breaking) my current plastic lock is #150702. The KH says it’s on until Monday, when we roll the dice. Obviously we’re now playing by different rules than before, and I’m not entirely certain what they are.
I did get a few minutes of teasing after the first lock was put in place, which was fairly exciting. It was also a prelude to me deep-throating the KH for a few moments after fetching things for him, which is making going to sleep a little difficult…
2006/01/19
So, 150508 is done…
I blew for about an hour, and was set free (as opposed to waking him up in another hour).
I still have some scabs from when I was trying A-rings that were too tight, but I think they’ll go away quickly.
Haven’t taken advantage of the freedom yet, probably tomorrow.
You know, two days is a breeze. Ten was tricky, but that’s also probably because I was trying rings that were too tight for the first six of those…
So, two days of freedom before I roll again. I wonder how long until he switches us to two dice?
2006/01/17
The game has begun
So, as of 17 Jan 2006 01:25am CST, KH latched tag#150508 onto me.
I rolled a two, so for the next two evenings I must offer a BJ (and follow through, if accepted) in order to get out for the next two days…
2006/01/15
Weekend update
So, I spent the week wearing the CB. Lots of irritation until I switched back to the hingeless ring from the cb-2000, but pullout is prevented by wearing the inverted a-ring segment from the largest 2000 a-ring. Wednesday and Thursday I was sick, so Thursday I left it off completely.
Thursday night, I switched to the cb2k a-ring pair, and put it on, and left it on until Saturday night after we made up some rules. I could probably wear the current configuration indefinitely.
KH was, in fact, lying. He’s not especially dirty, nor inventive. Here’s the rules, starting Monday:
- I will roll one die.
- I have to wear the CB until I have offered KH a BJ (and followed through, if accepted) that many
daysevenings in a row. - The CB stays off that many days.
- Repeat.?
KH mentioned that after two or three cycles it may switch to two dice. We’ll see. Hell, we’ll see if he even starts the game on Monday night. I’d say the odds are perhaps 1 in 4 that he’ll hope I’ve forgotten about it by then.
In the meantime, I’m out, and hoping.
You know, if he doesn’t keep up with it, I think I’ll find something that will fit him and allow him to pee, and make him do the 15 months he earned where I get to make the call…
2006/01/08
How I’m guessing measuring is supposed to work:
- Get the smallest A-ring you can stand.
- Work those spacers until you can take it long-term
Caveats
So, here is the list of caveats that I currently have:
- Nothing about smoking to make the determination
- If I’m ever to go more than a week, I want the steel pin
- If I’m ever to go more than a month, I want a Lori’s tube (yes, I’ll put up with a piercing, just so my balls don’t get squeezed so much)
- I’d prefer a chance each time I’m out, as opposed to a chance one to determine the time
- I’ll accept more time for bad behavior, but not for bad housekeeping
- I may need some more air holes — just keep them small enough that i can’t get my fingers in…
The first night
So, I’m well and truly locked up for the first time in my life. OK, it’s temporary lock material, but it’s not me in control of it.
KH mentions: “You know, I’ve got a better mind for this than you. I’m dirtier, but safer.”
I’m a little nervous to find out what that means…
While we’re at the comedy club, but before the acts have started, I get a work call. The T1 seems to be down, from the sound of it… Fine, work is between the comedy club and home, so I’ll just swing by on my way home.
Our friends show up. No more chatting about it.
Comedy ends. (Actually, we leave early.) KH mentions that his stomach is all aflutter. Not about holding keys, but about something he ate, so home we go, as rapidly as possible.
He spends the rest of the evening trying to go to sleep between bouts of intestinal distress. In between, he agrees to put me in a plastic lock. “Four of a kind” he says as he locks it on, sending another jolt to my privates…
Later, I lie awake, wondering what games of chance he has lined up for me. It doesn’t help that his cell phone is shining like a beacon on the ceiling. That’s when it hits me: the T1 is probably still down. He’s now snoring, so I pull out my laptop and verify.
Oh, yeah. No interal work access for me. Time to fix it, as I’m not sleeping under these conditions anyway…
I leave him a text message, and go in to the office. Takes a couple hours, but it was just a power failure. T1 comes back up nicely.
Come home, and decide to check out altairboy’s site. Whoa, it’s gone? Apparently it has been missing for a while. Archive.org hasn’t checked it out since April. No matter, there’s still lots of good stuff up there.
So, I’m still locked up, coming up on my first 24 hours, and my first 12 hours under someone else’s control…
The beginning…
So, in a fit of guilt, my now-keyholder asked me to get him a CB-3000. I made him get it. It took over a month for him to find out that he couldn’t urinate in it — he’s too wide, apparently. A real shame, as I had made up some fantastic games for him. We have a bet on the Rose Bowl, and he wanted to be locked in while he found out what he earned — it ended up being 15 months in, with all releases at my whim.
I, however, had toyed with a CB-2000 many years ago. I could always slip out, except for the smallest ring, into which I could not even fit one of my testicles into, let alone my penis
So, in a massive fit of stupidity on my part, I surrepititiously tried the CB-3000 on yesterday. Yup, just like before, rings 5,4,3 and 2, I could pull out of and slip back into. I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.
However, ring 1, now that they are hinged, could fit. And whoa! I can’t pull out! (Nor can I erect, what with the testicles needing some room and bloodflow and all…) Took a couple tries adding spacers until things were tight — inescapable, but still comfortable. I took the keys with me all day long. Did some home projects. Got a haircut. Went to the grocery store. Ran another errand across town. Played some golf. Everything was working well. I was feeling, in a nutshell, cocky. I had now had an inescapable CB-3000 on since 8 that morning, and had not used the keys to adjust since 11:30pm.
Then, we got into a on-and-off discussion, during which he mentioned that he was tired of the rules I was making. I asked him if he thought he could do better. No answer.
We go out to meet some friends at a comedy club. I ask again on the way in the car. Still no answer. I ask yet again, and finally get a “yes”. So, while driving, I take the keys off my keychain, and hand them to him. I feel quite a jolt in my nether regions…
What are these to? he asked absurdly…
In response, I simply took his hand to my plastic-hardened crotch.
At which point the interrogation started:
Are you realling willing to do this? (A: with some caveats)
Are these the only keys to the current lock? (A: yes)
At which point he started to freak out, and insisted that I remove the lock as soon as we got to the comedy club.
So we get there, and I park the car. We put the top up, and he insists that I remove the lock immediately, so I unzip and hand it to him. After some brief searching, a suitable temporary substitute is found (I don’t want to remove it and carry it around all night, and I don’t want to leave it in the car, and I don’t want it to fall off), and worn for the duration of the opener, the good one, and the headliner.
Then, we get back home. Finally! (Riding in the car is my least favorite part of wearing this new CB — I have to sit up very high in my seat to not make my balls cyanotic (as opposed to blue balls, heh!)).
OK, now I’m writing this like a lisp coder…
