Permanent

Author: eckie
Title: Permanent
Date: 10 April 2008

(The story is based or inspired on the images seen on the former website of permanentbondage.com ... just a fantasy, but who knows...)

My friend, Mark is his name, does some specialized steel works, quite expensive stuff, made to measure and built to last. Each of the items, whatever ordered by customers, is handcrafted, so a lot of effort foes in those, I’d say definitely worth every penny. Occasionally when I have time I join him in his workshop, well rather a large former storage barn, rebuilt to fit his workshop with enough space to work on sometimes more than one and sometimes rather large items. Once in a while I am able to give him a hand here and there, nothing big, since the work itself needs good experience in working the steel proper and other than holding here and there or handing this or that I cannot do much, but still enjoy being around seeing the work grow and build the shape that at the end makes the fine products he has finished.

His latest was a steel harness for a customer from overseas. A harness that covers the entire upper torso including the good parts down the crotch and on the back also the ass. Since an item like that needs to fit well and on the other hand the future wearer cannot stay in his workshop the months it takes to build and finish it, a mold was made right at the beginning, when the customer was present and gave the order and advance partial payment. For an item of that kind, Mark decided to get a full body cast and create a mold of the real body accordingly, making it easy to fit the piece exactly to the shape of the body then, so at this time right in the middle of his workshop this white plaster dummy is standing, lots of lines drawn on to it for measurements and shapes Mark wanted to embed in the future harness, and on one of the workbenches parts of the future harness were already starting to get their proper shape too.

It was handy for him to have me around now, holding the bits and pieces on to the dummy while Mark makes notes and adjustments to his drawings and plans, helping him to hold pieces together on the dummy and so on, an extra pair of hands definitely helps in that case. One evening - I could usually only be there some evenings, myself being usually working too much in my own job - while Mark was again bending and forming and welding, the usual work he does, since I was not needed to help that moment he asked if I would be so good to clear out some of the other workbenches from most of the raw materials that were just stored there, so he could use those as well for the ongoing project. I did not mind, since I enjoyed helping him out anyway, so started clearing and cleaning up those benches one piece by the other. steel has unfortunately some weight, so often I could only carry one piece after the other and stored them in other parts of the workshop, where they were no longer in the way yet still at hands when needed again. Being stupid as I am I still attempted to carry more than was good several times, not unnoticed by Mark, especially whenever I dropped parts as they were too heavy to carry the distance.

One of those times it went again wrong I was carrying some long steel bars, not one by one, but being me I thought I take a whole bunch at once ... Half way to the opposite corner where I wanted to place them on the shelf there I lost balance though while trying to catch the parts slipping off my hands before they hit the ground, not to give Mark more reason to make jokes about my stupidity to do it right, and before I knew I was spinning once around still trying to keep the bars firm in my hands and fell to the ground, not without however hitting that plaster dummy full in its back. Shocked from the bang I created with it and laying on the ground with all the steel bars around me I watched the dummy swing from the heavy bang I gave it and like in slow motion I could see it tip over and fall to the floor front forward. Mark having heard the loud bang from my fall also saw it and tried catching it but was just one step too far away, with just another loud bang it hit the concrete ground and ... yes, burst into pieces. An Arm here, the head there, the torso in several pieces, that dummy definitely was gone. Before I thought it was massive plaster, but now that it was burst apart I saw it was just a sort of shell, not too thick, so not able to actually carry the strength of the fall and it was then no surprise it broke that much apart from the fall.

I stuttered something about being sorry, but Mark at that moment was really pissed off. I could understand, without the dummy he was unable to do the piece proper to measures and who knows what he would have to tell the customer now in order to get a new mold. But Mark calmed quickly after some moments, coming over to me and making sure I had not been injured, helping me up and putting away those malicious steel bars that caused the whole thing. I repeated several times how sorry I was about my fault and asked each time what I could do to help him out of that problem now. t first Mark did not have any other answer than raising his shoulders and shaking his head, but then he started looking at me with some weird expression, checking me out from neck to thighs a few times before coming up with the idea that eventually, from first impression, I could have just a similar shape than the dummy he had used until now.

If I would agree to check it out proper, I could remove my clothes and he could measure his plans and already finished parts on to the torso to see how well they would match. Feeling guilty as I was I agreed immediately, telling him if it helps to cover for my stupid mistake, I’d gladly model for him. I took off my sweater and tee and on his demand also dropped my pants and boxers, so that he could get a better look and measure from my body. He held his tape measure on various parts of my upper body, measured lengths, circumferences, took some smaller parts he has already finished and held them into the proper spots on my body and then smiled, he mentioned it would be a tight fit on me, but if he'd keep that in mind, he could finish the rest of the work accordingly when I would agree to regularly be here to model for the various stages and parts of the harness. I was happy that I could do that and immediately agreed, too guilty I felt for being such an idiot before.

Instead of being able to use both my hands all time - especially on spots I could not reach proper while modeling - he used tape to hold the one or other piece in place while measuring and calculating other parts for it. But all in all, he would be able to do his job still in time and without going to the customer and explaining the problem.

Over the next 4 weeks I was three and sometimes 4 times a week all evenings at Mark's, modeling for that harness as he needed. mostly just standing there with parts taped on to me while he continued his work, I even got pretty bored often and usually would have just gone back home, but the guilt stayed for being the reason to this trouble and so I stayed in place without complaint every evening he wanted me there. At the end just a short while more and it should be finished, from the progress I had seen in the meantime.

However I could follow at least his work all the time and what I saw got me more and more curious as well. the top front and back parts were welded thin steel bars, forming a perfect shape of the torso, still in two half’s, but one could imagine how it will be like when put together, but for the lower parts his constructions were different. From what I could make out and of course could see from his measuring various parts on me, he seems to construct some sort of chastity embedded into the bottom of that harness on the front, yet also the back end seemed to hold some devices to embed either a dildo or plug, I could not recognize and whenever I asked Mark, he just smiled and told me I would have to wait for the finish to see the details. One thing was certain during the next few days, the front part would cover the complete dick and balls, keeping the dick inside some tube bent downwards strong enough to almost disappear between the legs and for the back part I could feel each time he held the piece on to my ass for measuring, that one part touched exactly my hole, not pushing inside, but being exactly at the right sport to get in there.

The last two times I spent in his workshop I had both upper parts taped on to me already most of the time, quite heavy on the long run and making me a bit stiff already, while he kept working and measuring on the two loser parts of the harness. This evening he did a few more measures with parts that looked pretty finished to me now and told me to be back in three days again for a final checking of a proper fit, and then I would have served my debt and could do as I wish again he added with a big grin on his face. I laughed and told him that it was about time, standing in the room waiting for nothing was not the best way to spend my time usually I joked, especially since at that time I just had started my earlier planned 4 weeks holiday.

As always when Mark had told me before, I arrived then that evening again at the usually time, 19.00 hrs it usually was when I showed up and went immediately to his workshop, knowing he'd already be there busy working. When I entered I saw on a trolley in the middle of the workshop the two now finished parts of the harness, but as well several other large parts made in the same ways, thin steel bars welded in proper ways to each other, but those forming no torso, but from what I could quickly recognize making half’s of arms and legs, and while checking those items Mark came from the backroom into the workshop carrying two more pieces, these ones forming a head cage when placed together. I asked him where those came from, Mark replied that he has started on these at the beginning already, the torso was the final piece bringing it all together, so they had been finished already before my accident destroyed that plaster dummy. I told him 'wow' when I looked at all the pieces and also told him that I definitely admired the work and someone sure spent a lot of money for it, but whoever gets to wear it will definitely have some fun with it worth every cent. Mark laughed and said he is sure it will be a surprise to that person but definitely an interesting one. I agreed, though telling I was certain whoever stood model for that dummy can imagine already partial what it will be like.

Mark agreed but then immediately asked if I was ready to do a final check and tryout on the product, before he would give it the right finish and prepare it for its future use. I thought the sooner it's all done, sooner I am done with this model job too so immediately started stripping naked, so that Mark could tape the now finished parts into place again for the final check.

When mark took the first part - the backside of the torso harness I noticed the tube in its low part and asked him about it, he then told me that it is supposed to be partially inserted into the ass, he could work around that while trying it on me, unless I would not mind and allow it to be fitted in its proper way. I checked the tube itself, shiny chromed steel and not too thick, even though not having has the most experienced hole I was convinced it would be able to fit without big problems, so I told mark if he'd go slowly I would give it a try, at the end we wanted to make sure it fits all proper together in its final state.

Mark handed me some lube and took some himself to put it on the inner part of the tube, telling me it should ease things if I used plenty of it in my own hole. He did not have to tell me, I made sure there was enough around and half way into my hole so that I would not have to chicken out half way trying, that would be more embarrassing that standing here now naked and having that piece inserted into my ass itself.

Mark then went to my backside and placed the piece carefully in its right place, I could feel that tube soft pressing on to my hold and with my hands holding the sides of that half harness I tried to slowly work that tube into my butt. I shivered a few times, the metal was cold and it seemed a bit larger than I thought it was, but after a couple of minutes I felt it slip into place inside my butthole and Mark immediately held the complete back half on to my backside. It seemed to fit like a glove to my torso there and mark ordered me to hold it at the shoulder parts so it would not slip away while he got the second half of it. I did not dare to move, not to let that harness on me slip off my back and especially not slip out of my butthole, standing still just kept it all in place without much troubles to me.

Mark came to my front holding the second half in his hands, not showing me the lower part a bit closer, explaining that in order to fit it proper, some more lube would have to be applied into the tube holding the dick and of course it would help to put enough on my dick as well. From the little embarrassment I felt standing there with the tube up my butt and naked in the not too warm workshop I did not have a hard on, another embarrassment too to show such limp dick to my friend, using my hands to hold the back part in place I also wondered about how to lube my dick, but without asking further Mark already has started putting lube into the tube and starting to put lots of it on and around my dick. Just when I thought I’d probably get hard soon if he'd continue he laughed but also stopped lubing my dick, telling with a big smile that the now half stiff dick will do just fine to slip easier into the tube and it's little extra secret.

Having said that he immediately placed the front part towards my body, telling me to get my arms and elbows out of the way while still keeping the back part in place. Before I could notice, my half stiff dick disappeared in the pre-lubed tube, but not knowing what he meant by that little secret surprise you can imagine my look when I felt something intrude my dick, inside that chastity tube must have been another tube, acting as catheter. Mark carefully ensured my dick slipped indie the tube and the catheter inside my dick in the proper ways before the front part was now held by Mark tight to my front side as well, now with a slight pressure joining the back part on most of the sides and on the shoulders. With Marks help holding the two parts himself now he told me to keep both in place myself now, pressing each other on to me while he would get the correct bolts to fix them together as they are supposed to. I had not seen the exact spot where the two parts would be joined but Mark was back from the workbench right away holding a handful of bolts in his hand and immediately starting to put each of them on to the harness, one by one slipping into their destined spots and by that finally holding the harness by itself on my torso, no with all bolts in place I could feel that it was tight on my body but not pressing hard into it. When Mark told me I could let loose I took my hands off the harness and it indeed stayed just there in its place, not moving in any direction anymore. I asked if I could move or attempt to move without it going apart and Mark told me to just be careful so that the bolts stayed in place since they were not yet screwed in but only slipped into the matching holes, but I could at least try to bend or turn a little. I attempted first turning my upper body, without success, immediately feeling the resistance of the unbending steel holding it straight in place, also feeling the pressure of the tube in the butt and the tube holding my dick and covering my balls completely now. An attempt to bend forward ended similar, I could move slightly forward but not really bend my upper body much at all. I told him what great feeling it was, even though the whole torso was pretty heavy, but that actually just added to the feeling, I also admitted that I thought I would have gone harder inside that tube I was now almost locked in. He just laughed and said he would like to continue with the rest, so that he could verify that all fits in each other as needed and I agreed.

The next item he took was one back half of the leg. It had sort of a shoe like foot worked on in while I slipped my foot inside and when finally in place the top of that part matched exactly on to the lowed border of the torso, the front part followed right next and once they both were proper in place Mark used another few bolts slipped into place to keep it in its place, now anchored on to the torso as well. The second leg followed the same way and when all bolts were in place, I no longer could move or bend in any direction, only arms and head were free to move now. I admired the work, not having known of the entire body but only the torso, now that I saw it come into place I got even harder, but this time did not tell Mark, embarrassed from enjoying it so much at the moment, also the tube holding my dick did not leave the needed space and room to get erect, so I had to hide a bit the discomfort it created now.

Mark asked if he should just go on with the rest and I just agreed, I was curious enough now to feel the complete thing. The two arms were just as easy as the legs, each two half’s put in place, I found my hands slip into the ball shaped ends of the arms, on Marks advise slipping my hands around a steel grip in side in the middle, ending in sort of a fist now, each arm stretched straight along the body downwards. The handful of bolts each side and my arms were just as well immobilized as the rest of the body, only my head now could turn as I wanted. Marks stood in front of me and grinned widely, asking how I felt. I still kept a secret of my now throbbing dick trying to erect without success in its prison, but told him how great it fest to be so rigidly imprisoned, any attempt to escape being absolutely futile once the screws or bolts were proper screwed in. at the moment I did not attempt too much of a struggle against the steel, afraid I might get the one or other bolt pop out of its spot and disappointing Mark by that.

Mark asked if I was ready for the final piece, holding the half’s of the head cage in his hand, I told him I can nod last time now to agree to, telling him that of course the product should be completely checked out, so he should just go ahead. The back half was fitted on to my head and seated proper just at the top of the torso again, just as Mark had planned and built it. It even had proper spaces for the ear to fit without getting pressure, yet still holding the head strictly in place without much movement possible. When he placed the front of the head cage on as final part I also noticed proper spaces for the shape of the face but also noticed an additional part I had missed out before, a long chromed steel tongue pointing inwards, just at the right spot to fit into my mouth and keeping my tongue down in place now. Though surprised about it I did not say anything, at the end it would soon be done and I could tell Mark afterwards about the surprise I had then. With the head cage in place and the few bolts to keep it there as well in place I now noticed the perfect fit of it, I could not turn my head in any direction, neither could I open my mouth or lower my chin for that matter, so the steel tongue in my mouth actually supported that no more than some grunting would come out of my mouth, which I demonstrated immediately to show and tell Mark about its effectiveness. Mark on the other hand just stood in front of me and grinned, from one ear to the other. I heard him say that he had produced on hell of a fine piece of art there and I would have agreed from the feeling I had, but unable to talk much could just stand and stare straight forward. Mark went around me checking the whole body cage at all spots, touching here and there, and trying to move the one or other part, but all stayed rigidly in its place where it belonged.

I heard Mark walk again to the backroom, or at least I knew he went there, unable to turn and look where he went, but also hear him come back immediately, some shoving noises, something he was pulling over the ground. When he came back into my vision I saw what it was, a full length mirror which he placed in front of me, so that I could see myself in this steel prison, and I must admit, the view was fabulous. a body firmly held inside an enormous amount to steel bars welded as piece of art together to even show the shape of the body inside, I even though I could make out partially the shape of the face that was just as covered by steel as the rest, I moaned, Mark thought I wanted to agree to the great view on the finished object, as matter of fact I got now so hard inside that chastity tube that it almost hurt now, but I could always tell Mark later about the reason for the moaning.

Now that we verified that all was fitting well, I was sure Mark would take off the various parts again, but he then started telling that he wanted to make a few pictures of the product to send them to his customer in advance but as well to have something for his own keep. He took a video cam and started taping, walking slowly around me a few times, going up and down a few times, but then stopped, looked at the steel body (me) and said, something was not good, he would have to screw some of the bolts proper in, else the picture on the video would show them half sticking out and ruin the image. I thought so what; just go ahead, but also though I needed to get some relief soon, that dick in its prison started hurting again a lot.

Mark took an electric screwdriver from the workbench and stood then in front of me, telling me to check in the mirror what he was doing, he placed himself so that I could actually see him set the screwdriver on to the first bold and activating it.. With a short buzz the bolt disappeared in its place but then at the end, instead of what I was expecting to block the screwdriver when the screw was fully in, the head of the screw popped off. I grunted a few times, wanting to ask what he did there and why that happened, but Mark did not react and just continued to the next bolt. One by one of the bolts on the torso got the same effect, once screwed in completely, the head popped off. Since Mark did not react I tried to move, wiggle, tried to make at least a few of the remaining bolts loose so that I could grab the head cage colts and get free to talk again, but no go, my complete body was still just as the steel, no movement, no wiggling, no nothing. Mark also continued on all the bolts of the arms, legs and the head cage, but none of them had its head pop off, they just screwed in and that was it.

I was beginning to wonder more and more, when Mark was finished; he stood in front of me and began telling. Those bolts on the torso were special ones unlike the rest of the bolts. The ones holding the torso together were meant to be permanently bolted in, so they had been prepared with some special graphite like substance, also when screwed fully into place, the head was no longer needed and was braking off because of the nature of how those bolts were made. The special substance on the bolts would harden and bind the bolt and the steel frame together infinitely, so a removal of them would no longer be an option. Also the way the torso had been finished tightly to the body would make a cutting off pretty difficult, at least it would not be possible without damaging my body and skin, most likely painful as hell. The rest of the parts was just ordinary screwed bolts, able to be removed at will again, so that at the end only the torso, and with it the chastity and asstube would remain permanently, allowing wearing that torso even hidden under street clothes, yet not allowing it to be removed again. Just one final touch was missing he added and disappeared behind me, and right after that I could feel some cold steel entering deeper into my ass. It felt like and endless piece of metal being shoved inside, and when it was all finally seated I heard a short clicking nose and Mark returned into my sight. He added that the final piece was the seal for my until then open tube inside the butthole, forming a perfect seal to ensure nothing gets in or out as long as it was in place. He added also that if I wondered why it needed to build a perfect seal, I would sure know in a few seconds. He disappeared from my sigh when he got down and knelt in front of me, not with some thin pliers working on something between my legs and he was right, I immediately felt what he was talking about. He started moving the catheter tube inside my dick, first it was connected to the tube that was held up my butt but then as well somehow extended further into my dick, up to a point where it intruded the bladder. I moaned during that procedure, half of pain, half of excitement, not really certain which of it was stronger. As soon as it has hit the bladder I could feel as well my piss flowing through it, and by the nature of its construction, the piss was flowing right up into my ass, now I understood why that steel rod in my butt tube was meant to be sealing it completely. Whenever I was drinking and filling my bladder, it would immediately pass further on into my ass, where it would be stored until the rod in the back tube was taken out. And that moment I also realized what that licking sound must have been before when Mark entered that rod there, it was most likely locked, so I could not take or press it out myself.

Mark then stood in front of me again, telling further that the compound sealing the bolts to the torso would be hardened completely within about three to four hours, he would just leave me to myself and get some dinner in the meantime, he laughed and said he was certain I would not be going anywhere during that, ignored my grunting and moaning and left, turning off the lights on his way out. So I stood there, sealed into a body made of steel, unable to move a bit, unable to speak, a throbbing hard on fighting between pain and pleasure, feeling my own piss inside my ass, wanting to get out but being kept in place as well. Helpless, ignores to stand and wait, and unable to do anything against it. hours of waiting, thinking, what was Marks plan, was it a joke, did he frighten me for having caused that trouble with the dummy, was it a punishment to be left like that for those hours, were those bolts really permanent or just a clever constructed joke of him, I could not do more than wonder, left alone and in silence in the dark, standing and waiting...

Finally after endless times - I am not sure if it was two or ten hours, but the lights turned on again and Mark appeared in my view again, still (or maybe again) grinning and even laughing. He mentioned that he was clear that he'd find me just where he left me, but it was time to remove the loose parts now, the compound sealing the bolts to the torso was done by now. One by one he removed first the legs, once they were off I could feel the heavy weight of the rest of the steel on my body and almost sunk to the ground, Mark catching me and stabilizing me until I was standing firm again. Next he unscrewed and removed the arms, waiting with the head cage until last, only after its removal I was able to speak again. Immediately I told him that his joke was a success, I certainly got my punishment for destroying that dummy, but he could stop now, it was enough. he kept laughing though and after having put away those removed parts of the steel body I expected him to continue with the torso, it slowly got me into discomfort, its stiffness, my inability to bend proper, the still throbbing dick in its prison, the catheter intruding my bladder and of course the rod in my ass holding the piss also inside....

Mark told me that it was no punishment, but he had noticed my interest in this particular piece, as he notices my hard on occasionally on may prior pieces he had built, so not only building this steel harness for a customer, which by the way he mentioned was long finished and shipped to its destination already and most likely the final wearer was permanently locked inside it already for quite some time as well, but he decided since the sizes were so similar to build another one for me, he had an eye on me for long time already, and this way he was now making sure to keep me under his control permanently. The additions to complete the body were a special treat for me only, this way he could any time transform the complete or parts of me into a statue, limit partially or completely what I do or not do, that was just an additional bonus for himself then.

I stood there puzzled and asked what he meant, I could impossibly keep that torso permanently on my body, work, sports, leisure activities, nothing would be possible in proper ways with it on me, but he laughed, telling me I would be surprised how much one can do with it locked on permanently, once I would get used to it. of course my current job was not a good one for it, sitting will not be pleasurable for long times, so I would have to go for a standing job, but he already had plans for that as well. He needed an assistant for his shop, so being behind the counter I had no need to sit long time, I could perfectly lay down for the nights sleeps, unless being completely locked into the steel body, which also will be considerable times of my future, just standing in his shop as decoration, or even just standing in his hallway or living room as such decoration. He could leave jut arms and legs free to do the shop work or other chores could leave just arms free or just head, or even just legs to be able to walk yet not do anything else, it was up to him to decide from now on. I could of course walk away from it right now and attempt getting a blacksmith work to get this torso cut off, but he warned me before, as tight as it was on the body it would cause considerable damage and pain to cut it off, aside of the huge embarrassment to have to go to a stranger and show him my problem...

He told me that I was free to leave right now, but he would not help taking off that torso, for him it is a fact that it stays on permanent from now on, and release for the piss or waster will also need his assistance; the lock was not easy to open without the matching special key. He told me I should get dressed first and then think ... he even helped me get my clothes on again, with the stiff upper body not an easy task either now. I was as always wearing baggy stuff, so the boxers pulled up, socks and pants on, the tee and sweater on top and I looked at myself in that mirror... indeed nothing was to see, nothing gave away the prison that kept my torso pretty much rigid. Attempts to move showed strange moves of course, something that could have explained with problems in the spine or back, but nothing one would be suspicious of. I also tried to sit down on one of the chairs in the workshop, hard wood, immediately showing me the discomfort of the pressure created of the steel torso on the thighs, but even more on dick and ass now no longer in the constructed regular position in and on the steel torso. Definitely would need padded seating and definitely not possible to stay seated long time without causing too much pain. So there would from now on indeed just two options, upright stand (I assume kneel could be identically possible) or laying down flat.

I looked at Mark and strange enough, I suddenly again felt the throbbing dick trying to erect without success, but reminding me that I actually enjoyed the torso itself, not certain if it was the situation I found myself now in, the permanence of it, or just the having it on my body generally, but a dick does not lie, I definitely found some joy in all of it.

I asked him if he had planned that a long time, and he agreed, he already was thinking how to get me to a point of trying it on, and my mistake with the dummy jut was faith, getting me to model for my own steel prison was the best that could happen to him and of course the perfect way to trap me into getting into the complete steel body. Once I was inside he knew he was free to do as he wishes no chance for me to prevent him from sealing that torso permanently on to me. And over the months I had been helping him out he was certain that the end result would not be something I would despise heavily, too much I had enjoyed all the stuff he built over the time and the items I occasionally tried on myself for the fun of it in that time. He was not certain if he could just have asked me to submit to this treatment of if he should force the situation like that, but he believes now that it is all a fact, it would make it easier for me to accept it and submit to it.

I looked at him and agreed that if he would have suggested something like it, I most likely would not have agreed to it, but now I had to think hard, yet the decision was easier to make, it was fact to be sealed into this torso, getting rid of it without Marks help was a problem, not impossible, but a problem I would not so easily want to face, then again we were close friends for a long time and he was right, I enjoyed a lot of the time and the things we did, and at the end, what would I loose ...

a job that demands too much from me, a little ability to move freely, but then again, once could get used to it over the long run, what else was lost... well, the ability to wank and piss and shit as I wanted, but the control he had over that was probably part of the arousal of that situation I was in now also. I told him about what I think to loose, but then also continued that I gained something very horny in my opinion, that torso and also the rest of the steel body that would be applied on his will was definitely something I enjoyed, or at least my dick convinced me from it. I was not certain about the piss in my ass, but that was just as much a fact to deal with, not that there was much to do, unless Mark would release it constantly. The most I told him I will have trouble with the loss of jerking off though, I did not see an option for that without removing the torso and he agreed, without removal, there is no touching of the dick ever again possible, but with a smirk he continued that even for that he had already taken precautions. He told me to drop my pants and boxers to show me what it was. I did as told and then he showed me some openings to the chastity that were in place for cleaning purposes, the fact that no piss came in made that part easier, so just a regular flushing out of the sweat should do and even some small air pump could dry the wetness regularly when attached. But what he meant for my stimulation was hidden just between the legs where I no longer actually would be able to look at ever...

He took from one of the shelves a small device with some cables connected, got down and connected those cables to the torso; he had built in connections for the electrodes that were also embedded into the tube. The small device was hooked on to the torso on the backside, obviously there was a spot for it built it too and when he activated it I knew what he meant. Immediately pleasurable waves went through my dick, giving me more trouble now since the stimulation caused my dick wanting to erect again. Mark switched the device off again and handles on the device and the cables, not removing it, but proper placing it so it would not get loose or fall off, then he helped pulling my boxers and pants up again, the device still in place.

He asked what I thought of it and I just grinned, that told him that it certainly was something I enjoyed, and I agreed that I thought with that device those concerns about the jerking off were handles well. After a little silence I then added, that all in all, too demanding job would be replaced by working for Mark, no big troubles from that, the control he would have over my body with that torso permanently on my was sure something I can enjoy, even on the long run, being with him I always had enjoyed anyway, and what the future rings, would most likely not be bad either. He agreed, though adding that the future will bring sure some changes, especially in the way we were with each other, but he would slowly work with me on that, making me slowly not only his employee and friend, but taking me down the path of becoming his toy, his tool, his slave. The initial dependency is a fact already, and he would slowly get me depending on his as my master and owner, but there was year to come to establish all that, at the end I would be his chattel and slave, following his rules and orders and enjoying my new life as such with him to the max.

I grinned, my dick kept telling me that all he just said was just right, I guess secretly it must have been a wish, not I have probably the best guy I could find for it to make it reality ... I nodded, I said we give it a shot, not that there was a large choice available anymore anyway. He smiled at that and said that we should celebrate, the local bar at the corner is still open, so we should get a beer or two there. I agreed and off we went.

It wasn't far to walk, still it took me considerable longer than normally, getting used to the stiff upper body takes time, but walking itself did not cause much troubles, so finally we arrived. At the bar Mark took a chair and sat down, I grabbed one too, but Mark stopped me. First of all I had seen that sitting itself is not a good idea anymore, and secondly I would not be allowed to sit in his presence either, he would decide what, when, where or how from now on. I realized that it was part of the whole indeed, and Mark started right away. There would be much to learn for me, but I was up for it. So I remained standing next to him, we had a few beers and talked about many things he planned with and for me in the coming future. My dick stayed throbbing all evening (and all night later too), a definite sign that he hit the right spot here with me, and I was sure it would all be good. I did however only one the way home realize that those beers were not the best idea, my ass felt as full as it gets, unable to get any of it out I told Mark about it, he only laughed, saying I would have to consider that in future, right now he would allow a relief, but when he is not present I will just have to deal with it, even when he was there, he would from now on decide if or when it is relieved. I realized... lots to learn...

Back at his place he told me that I could stay over night of course being that late, at the end I would anyway have to give up my current apartment and move in with him asap. I agreed that I would rather stay already than being alone at home in my new imprisoned body, not that anyone could change anything here or at my place. Mark grinned and said we should give the steel body its proper ceremony this night and took me into the workshop again. While I dropped my clothes again as he ordered then he brought back the rest of the steel frames and immediately started mounting the pieces together again, this time immediately screwing every bolt in its place and within 10 minutes I was back in my prior absolutely rigid form, unable to do more than grunting and moaning. I kept moaning during the procedure already, the dick just did not want to let go, even though it was clear after so many hours that it will not have the needed space to erect and instead keep going between the pleasure of arousal and the pain of its prison. Once Mark finished the work on his new toy he stood in front of me, said I would sure have some pleasures this night, switched on the device and pleasant waves again went through my still aching dick. Being in my view again Mark showed me a small device, telling me it is the remote to that tens until, working like a beeper, same system as those, so even on long distance he could easily switch it on and off anytime. For now it was set to random, so not only those pleasant waves I felt at the moment, but also times without anything and times with rougher harder shocks will randomly occur, the batteries last long enough, so he wished me a pleasant night, turns, switched off the lights and left me back there standing in my prison all by myself.

It was indeed a long night, hardly any sleep, I wonder if anyone could actually sleep in that position, then again I was unable to fall, I could just relax my body, and if those shocks would not have occurred irregular, I might have even dozed away, but this way I doubt I had much sleep, I at least felt tired all time, and the night seemed endless....

I started to hear birds in the morning, this time of the year it meant being very early, so still long time to go I thought, I must have dozed in between though, since all over sudden Mark stood in front of me again, grinning as all the time before, asking how his toy was doing. I grunted into the head cage, I would have said I was tired as hell, but the grunting I guess told him anyway.

First thing he did was giving my ass a relief, a bucket underneath when he opened it by removing that rod locked inside it, I heard the piss mixed with some shit drop into the bucket and was relieved, what a great feeling to be allowed to empty there. I moaned, still not more possible for me. When I was empty I could feel Mark continue back there, he flushed my ass a few times until it all came clear before placing that rod back in its place, the familiar click told me it was back locked again and would stay there until Mark decides otherwise. Then |Mark started removing the various parts of the steel body again, one by one until I was again free except of the torso. I was weak from lack of sleep, thirsty, hungry... Mark told me to come with him into the house for some water and breakfast. I wanted to grab my clothes but he waved me to let them where they are. The path to his house was secluded in his garden so no trouble walking naked in that steel torso there. I was too tired to worry anyway.

In the house I was told to kneel and drink the water he handed me, also then he gave me some breakfast and the all problem solving coffee I was aching for (yes I need that in the morning, no matter what). unfortunately I could also feel my ass fill up again slowly, I really would have to be careful with drinking in future, but there was not much I could do that moment - or in future for that sake.

Mark then told me that he would at the weekend introduce me to his friends in the community. I had never been much at the bars he frequented before, a bit shy, a bit frightened, but Mark was a well known member of the leather community, so he was to take me with him to show off his new toy to all friends. He told me of course I would have to get proper dressed in future as well, as nice as the baggy clothes looked t me, from now on I would have to forget about those. He already took care of that, knowing that I would end up being his soon he got a few items made for me already. One of his friends was a leather tailor, so it was not a big problem to get what he wanted. He took me with him downstairs into his basement, a place I had not been before a lot, only occasionally to fetch some drinks form the cooler in the first room down there. This time he took me through there into another room, a door I had not even noticed prior to today. In there my eyes opened wide, a fully featured dungeon, anything I have read before, seen occasionally, ad tried almost nothing from ... He grinned again and told me there’s plenty time to get to know each and every item inside that room, for now he wanted me to get dressed proper.

He went to one of the lockers on the wall and came back with a large black bundle. In front of me he unfolded it; it turned out to be a one piece leather suit. He told me it is special made and was in my measures as well. He helped me get it on and it felt great, great enough for my dick to fight again. Once the front zipper was closed it fitted snug on me, still again hiding the steel torso completely of course. Next he brought me a pair of knee-high boots, they looked new and were my size and he assisted me as well getting into them, only then I noticed one part of the 'special made' feature of the suit. The boots not only matched my fit, but as well had some eyelets all around matching perfectly loops on the legs of the suit. The loops fitted through the eyelets, a strap looped through as well and after buckling it shut a small padlock kept it in place, those boots won't come off without his keys. I was not finished staring at those locked on boots when he was already back with a pair of leather gloves, nice thin gloves, just like the police gloves but much longer and also loops all around the top end of them. after putting them on Mark placed the sleeves of the suit over them and again, matching loops and eyelets were present, with a strap buckled shut again the padlock on each arm sealed those gloves on my as well. Mark was not finished yet - he produced a hood from one of the shelves, fine layers of glove leather making it feel great and fitting perfectly on my head, as if it would have been tailored to my face as well. It had eye, nose and mouth holes. Laced tight on the back, after that a zip from the top closed down towards the neck. Following that Mark now took a wide leather collar, no posture, but wide enough to keep me feel its restriction constantly, buckled it around my neck and tow padlocks followed, one holding the back zip of the hood and the buckle of the collar together, unable to be removed now also, the other to lock the zip of the leather suit to the front d-ring on the collar, no taking off there as well.

Since using bathroom was not an option anyway without unlocking the rod in my ass, I would not need to be worrying about that while locked in that suit, the rod kept everything sealed inside until Mark decided to allow relief. Mark told me though that he was not yet finished.

He fetched a set of leg shackles, from its look heavy. Thick and wide steel shackles that fitted around the boots, with a just as heavy chain of two feet length between them. A click on either side told me they are to stay on as well now. An attempt to make a small step showed me their weight, indeed pretty heavy, the chain itself prevented large steps or running, but the weight itself would have done so additionally too. Then I saw Mark produce identical items for the wrists, heavy, thick, wide steel shackled, one going on each of my wrists, the click confirming the finality of those being on. Then Mark stepped back a bit and looked at me.

He told me that this is the way he wants to see his toy in future, this is how I will work in the shop, this is how I will spend most of the time when not being in the steel body locked up, this is how he will introduce me to his friends at the weekend, so I should get used to the look and feel, this was the new me from now on. Then he continued, since it was the first day of my new life, I would not yet work in the shop, but instead just walk with him and get to see and get things explained, no need for me to talk much, so an addition was needed. He took a large ball gag out of the shelf, told me to open wide and shoved it with some pressure though the mouth hole of the mask and into my mouth, it was now already well kept and kept me pretty silent again. He buckled it shut on the back; the familiar click told me another lock made sure it stays there as well. But not finished yet he took another item from the shelf, a heavy looking muzzle. I could see the mouthpiece being heavy padded and once it was strapped on and buckled (and of course padlocked) shut, there was definitely almost no sound coming from me anymore, light grunting could be heard if I attempted to make noise, but that was all.

Head to toe covered and locked into leather, underneath a torso of heavy steel, on top heavy steel shackled and chains, this will take time to get used to if that will be my daily outfit, but as all the time before, my dick just confirmed that I had received just what I desired ... I thought we were finished, but Mark grinned again, something I will learn to fear in future, that means another idea in his mind that I will have to endure... and I was right.

He said I neither have to speak not will I have to see much and no customer in the shop needs to see the gag and muzzle either, so he grabbed another device out of one of his cupboards. I had seen that before, he made a few of them prior already while I helped in his workshop. A full steel head mask. He held it in front of me and said that for my first day he will make it heavy, it is not a permanent thing to do, but if I suffer more the first day, the rest will be easier. Then he started placing the steel mask over my hooded, gagged and muzzled head. It seemed to me he had made that one also to a certain measure, already having such idea in his mind when putting it together. It fitted tight but not pressing, once the two half’s joined I found out that the only openings in it were some pinholes where usually the eyes were, so my sight was definitely limited too now, and just another piece of steel became part of my body for today. The familiar click ensured it will not come off soon as well. Mark then took a leash off the wall, hooked it into the front ring on the collar and pulled me towards the door. Time to open the shop he said and started pulling further. There was no other choice than to follow (not that there was any choice since the evening before anyway)

With careful steps, trying to get slow used to the heavy shackles and chains preventing normal walking, I followed Mark, up to the house, across the garden, through the workshop that sealed my faith the evening before and into the shop with the entrance and windows to the street. We went in front of the counter where Mark then lowered a large hook that dangled on a chain from the ceiling. He looped my wrist shackle chain into the hook and raised it again to a point that made sure that I would just have to stand at the spot, arms raised above the steel head. He then used another large lock to fix the chain from the ankle shackles into a hook that was right under me in the floor and went back to the counter. From there he shouted at me that for today I could just watch how business goes in the shop, the next day I would start my training.

It took not long before the first customer entered, maybe for real shopping interest, maybe just because they saw from the street into the window this object fixed in the middle of the store. I certainly attracted lots of people, touched, comments, but of course was unable to say or interact in any other way than the occasional quiet moan that slipped through the gags.

What a start for a new life I thought, and it was a long day.... but inside all that coverage on my body one could have guessed that big smile on my face (interrupted by the pain from my throbbing dick in its prison and the constant random shocks of the tens which Mark so evil minded had activated during day again)

.... No continuance planned...
(Unless there is a hop owner like that anywhere out there to make it happen for real to me, then I could start a diary)