The steel shell

Author: eckie
Title: The steel shell
Date: 09 April 2007

I am a big fan of steel restraints and anything made of rigid materials that can be used for ultimate bondage, it is so definite, so lasting, so escape proof, it has a fascination of its own. Not that I would not love rope, rubber, leather and any other form of restraining just as much, but there was always an extra thrill when steel was involved to some extent.

I had browsed the internet a lot of times and found so many interesting items, but as always in such matters the ultimate device seemed not to me on the market yet.

I had heard from some friend who had himself some items made by a local blacksmith, showing him some pictures of items he would like and got them then custom made for a lot less that all the fetish shops would have charged. I always thought to do that as well some day but never came up with the right idea of what I would ask to be made then. But since recently my desire for the more complete and even ultimate steel device was growing, I thought it might be at least an idea to ask if it was possible to create a formfitting full body restraint, a sort of hollow shell made of hard steel that fitted my body so perfect that the mere putting it on would render any movement impossible. It would most likely be way too expensive, but I finally got enough guts together to go to a local blacksmith around here and at least ask for a quote.

I looked up local shops and found one not too far away from my place, so one day decided to just go there and see what is possible. I arrived after a long search at the shop, it was pretty far out of the village and not so easy to detect, I had passed it during the search several times, but now I finally stood in front of the house. Ringing the bell did not get any answer so I thought I’d look around the house to see if someone is actually thee. On the backside I found another large building with a wide open barnlike door and heard lots of hammer noises from there, so I thought that might be the workplace and decided to knock there. I stuck my head inside the door and knocked, but only a second time loud shouting finally got the ears of the guy at the workplace, too much noise made by him molding a piece of metal with his hammer.

He asked if he could help me and I more or less shy tried to tell him I would have some strange inquiry for him... he told me to just get on with it he was rather busy, so i finally came out with my question. I told him my ideas of a hollow statue like steel shell that would fit my own body perfectly and was to mount and dismount in a relatively easy way yet fully lockable to form a clean entity. he asked if I meant a sort of knights armor, but I told him that those were all small single pieces that were not forming a stiff unbendable entity, so I rather thought of a statue, yet one that is hollow and to take apart and put together rigidly again. He suddenly had a sort of evil smirk on his face when he said that he assumed, since it was to fit my body I might have some plans for that hollow statue then. I must have blushed and could not immediately find some right words, but he then started laughing and said it is no problem, he knows exactly what it is about and does not mind it at all, he even added that he had a few of his friends ask him to make some other steel equipment for similar purposes, so it was not strange to him.

I must have looked rather relieved when I heard that and put a little smile on my face. He then continued that he never had done something like it before, so it would be a lot of work and need a lot of time, and since it was supposed to make to my measures it would need my time as well several of the days. It would need a mould from my body at first and then lots of thinking how to put it together in a way that I could ‘use’ it for the purpose I had in mind. I agreed to the time but asked for an indication about the costs; since I was not certain if I was able to afford such excessive work piece. He laughed and said it would be not only fun for him to make that piece, but also a good showpiece for his work, if I would allow pictures to be taken and published or even the occasional exhibition he could visit with the piece. I said if that would keep the price affordable to me, I could certainly agree to all that. He told me that I should not worry about the price he would definitely find a good agreement with me on that.

Then he started some sketching of a body form and explaining to me the troubles he would have to figure out, the joints of the pieces mainly, where to get them, how to fix them so that they could be mounted and dismounted and still keep a well formed figure visible. He said if I had time now he could create a mould of my body right now so that whenever he had time he could work on this piece and keep me informed about its progress or if he needed my input or presence. I of course did not have any other plans for the day and agreed to do that immediately. We went into a backroom of the large barn and he told me that I would have to strip though in order to get the mould done and described the procedure. using plaster of Paris to cover all my body, wait for it to dry out enough not to break easy, which would be about two hours with some heat applied he mentioned and then carefully separate that mould to later then create a duplicate of my body again in plaster, that one he then can use as measure for the shell to create.

It was a strange feeling to get my body first covered in bandages all over and then slowly feel piece by piece of my body covered by plaster, especially since I was not to move during all the time in order not to deform or break the plaster. it took about an hour to have all my body covered, just two small tubes out of my nose and one out of my mouth were my only contact to the outside world, and luckily the plaster around my hips was hard enough already to cover up the hard on I had while noticing slowly the entire body getting harder and harder, basically being what I was hoping to find in steel later, but already now encased in immobility, unable to release myself once it would be completely hardened. The harder part though was to keep standing still another two hours, sweating rather much with the extra heat applied to the room in order to get the plaster dry out enough to be able to cut it off carefully. When I finally heard his voice dampened next to me that he would start cutting I felt very relieved already. I was not sure if I would actually be able to use that steel shell he creates for much more than a few hours either, but just having and being able to use it occasionally was worth all of it.

When he finished to cut the plaster in half and carefully placed them away I could go in another room to have a shower and get myself dressed again. When I returned he was already working on the drawing again and told me that he had some good ideas already and would soon start working on it. He asked me to leave my number so that he could call me whenever needed, but I should not expect a call for a few weeks. I gave him that number and said bye, returning home after that.

That evening I was so horny just thinking about this shell I was about to get to see and try that I jerked off a few times before falling asleep. The time went by pretty normal, I was often thinking about that blacksmith but he told me that he would not call for some weeks, so I just kept waiting. after 6 weeks though I got impatient and thought I might just give him a call to ask about the status and when I asked if he remembered me he laughed and said that he of course did, and that the progress was pretty far, if I could make some time the coming two weeks I could come by and we could make a test for fitting. I was very happy to hear that it was that far already and told him I’d be there the following week after work.

I could not wait those days to pass, but finally I went there again to see what he had come up with. When I again went around the house and into the barn he greeted me and told me that he was doing pretty well with it and I could have a try right now in the backroom if I was ready for it. Of course I was and followed him into that backroom where to my surprise I found the mould he created from my bode standing in the middle of the room and all around it a whole lot of steel straps fitted tightly, as horny as it looked he must have seen my disappointing look in my face, because he immediately told me it was not the final product, but a main part of it, that sort of skeleton I saw would be the base on which the other parts would be mounted on to create that full covered steel shell then at the end. He explained that it was to either create such a solution or to have all hinges that would connect everything together visible on the outside, then however deforming the picture pretty much. So he went for such a skeleton as base around the body and had success with it so far.

I was relieved that he did not forget the original idea I had and told him I would be curious to see the final product at the end, and when he told me to strip again to try on that skeleton structure I did so immediately. In the meantime he removed the skeleton from the mould and when I was standing in my briefs he laughed and said for now the briefs don’t matter, but for the final fitting at the end I would have to lose those most likely too.

The first was large - the complete body head to feet was two large pieces. The various metal straps of the skeleton were all held together by a long metal strap fitting the body completely in the middle between front and back piece. So once he removed the front half and the plaster mould of my body, the back half was standing alone in the middle of the room. He told me to carefully step backwards into it, resting my heel in each half foot of the skeleton and then carefully lean into the steel frame he was holding for me stabile. The half arms were slightly bent forward; he told me it would make a better picture at the end and not strain too much on the arm bends if it was for a longer term. I could feel every strap on the back of my body; even feel a slight push from the bottom right behind my balls where I was more of less resting now inside that frame. The steel around the neck fitted just as perfect and also my head rested already pretty rigid in its place he even cared for some space for the ears to make sure there would be no pressure once it is closed. When he carefully checked if all fits well and asked me if I felt any pressures and I told him there was none other than the obvious pressure in my briefs, he told me to stand still while he placed the front half.

When he held it in front of me he told me to slightly lift the front of my feet to shove the other half underneath and once I did he carefully placed the two halves together, making sure none of my skin gets squeezed anywhere in-between. when he had the two parts join I could feel every part of it all over my body, it was really fitting the body perfectly, at this time still fragile because not actually joined together, but I could already get the feel of what it would be like at the end, and you should have seen my dick in my briefs revolting against the fabric (and that spot was not covered by steel). He told me then to keep standing still while he fetched the joints to keep the two parts together rigidly. Every couple of inches all along the joining metal straps each half had a square added raising piece of steel welded on, each having a groove deep enough to fit a ring around the two matching pieces and successfully hold them tight together. To prevent shifting apart he had on the joining side small pins and holes fitting into each other. he explained that for one they will be used to keep the two skeleton halves together, but as well the steel covering to come all over that skeleton will have cutouts at the matching places to fit exactly on to those parts, as well sliding into some prepared small holes on the outer sides and since the skeleton itself prevented me from moving, they would not have to be locked, if the fit was made tight into the holes the parts all together would form a flawless smooth contour of my body, just no longer skin and instead shiny steel.

Once he had all those joints held together with the matching rings he asked me to try moving or breaking out. I attempted all sorts of moves, but there was hardly anything I could do, every two inch of my body a steel strap fitted around it, each piece of my body, each limb, the neck and the head, all were rigidly held by the steel. The head cage kept my chin closed; even though the mouth was not covered I could only mumble a little. The nose was as well kept free of steel, so breathing itself was no issue. Other than my nose and my still fee hands I could not really move anything by now already. Then I saw him leave the room and wondered where he went, but he came back after only a few minutes, minutes in which I again tried to get free but to no success at all. In his hands he had a few shiny steel parts which he now showed me. It was the front half of the face, perfectly molded to look like human, yet still looking alienated in its shiny steel form, the other were the 4 halves of the lower arms including the hands and fingers. He told me he had them ready already but needed to make sure they would fit proper before going further on. He first held the lower half of my right arm on me, asking to place my fingers in the proper places and then hold still for him to add the upper half to it. Once I felt them snap in place where they belong he used a cable tie to keep them together, telling me that was for the moment only, later they would lock in place proper. Then he repeated the same for the other lower arm and last placed the half mask on to my face. That mask also matched perfectly the form of my face; once it was on I could feel the metal on my skin, my nose, my mouth touching the steel almost perfectly at the molded contours of the mouth. of course I could no longer see anything, but it must have looked perfect, I could hear him mumble some words about sight and breathe, not getting all of it but he was obviously checking what needed changes.

Then he took off the steel shell and started undoing the frame locks one by one, once he was done he carefully took the two halves apart and I was finally free again. He placed them back together briefly and turned to me then, asking if I felt it was alright with all measures. I told him it felt perfect to me and that I was really looking forward to the final product, but already now it was more than I had hoped for. He smiled and told me he would work on it further and be ready within two weeks from now. The major parts he had fitted proper and the rest would not need my presence for it.

I got dressed again and he told me that he made some notes of what still needs adjustments, but once he was finished with it I would receive a call from him and could do the final fitting. I told him I’d have some holidays to come, so it would not be a problem then to have the time to come around whenever he called. He smiled and said it would be fun for him as well to see not only the finished product, but also see it in use then right away. I left home again, this time again having to jerk off several times being so horny about what I had tried on so far and what I was to expect very soon.

the time went considerably slower this time, but if I was lucky it would be ready by the time I started my holidays, giving me plenty time to play around with it right from the start, secretly even hoping that blacksmith would have some interest in plays at that time then, but so far he did not make any attempt or had not given any indication he would actually be interested in it other than having a showcase for his handiwork with the item he produced. Finally though I received his call that he was finished with all the work and I could come around any time then for a final fitting. Since it was a Thursday I told him that I could be there the next day evening after work if he'd have time and he agreed to it. I got very excited that moment and had difficulties to stand up from my desk for a while, but I was looking forward to that next day, could not wait to feel the finished shell being put on my body.

I slept rather little that night and I think I came at least 6 times before I got a little sleep and the day at the office was rather difficult as well, I did not concentrate much on the work but instead dreamt ahead of the evening when I could see and feel this steel shell covering my body completely for the first time ... I left work early that day and went home quickly, changing into some jeans and t-shirt, knowing I would anyway have to strip for the fitting. I showed up at the place of the blacksmith already late afternoon then, went into the barn and was greeted by him with a remark of being early, but when I told him I could not wait to see and try it he just laughed. He said he would finish up his current work and then has time for me; I could in the meantime use the bathroom and have a coffee in the backroom if I wanted while I waited.

I was a bit nervous so using the bathroom was welcome and then I sat down in the backroom with a cup of coffee, getting hard though since I saw that skeleton frame right in front of me, waiting to be put on again. Next to it a large pile of steel in various shapes, I could make out various parts of the body, each in halves, laying there waiting to be mounted on to that steel frame once I was in it. I noticed some changes on the skeleton, the strap where both halves joined was no longer a single rigid strap, but instead had sort of joints worked in at various places, I could make out some at the knees, hips, elbow and shoulders, I thought it might be for small adjustments in posture to make sure it fitted well, other than that it would not have much use, but I would soon find out.

When he finally entered that room I waited in he started explaining that he had talked to a few of his friends about that shell and enhancements needed in order to make it more ‘usable’ and not just a display item. I told him I would not have expected that but was glad that obviously there has been a lot of extra thought put into it, making sure it was more of what I hoped it will be and not only a thing to look at (as horny as it looked though). he explained that first of all being naked inside it would on the long run cause corrosion on the steel, the body sweat could cause that throughout time, so it would be necessary to wear some thin layer underneath, the other concerns that were to be sorted were bodily needs and especially breathing as well. But his friends had some good ideas and together they put it all in place. I was now really curious, more than before but looked forward to see what he came up with.

He told me then to strip and he would get things ready. This time I stripped complete, knowing he mentioned last time to lose my briefs as well, though I was a little embarrassed to show my almost hard dick now, he waved it off and said it was not the first he'd seen so I should not worry. He then handed me - to my full surprise - a rubber suit, explaining that his friends came up with that idea, since it would conceal all body sweat sufficiently, preventing the steel from coming in touch with any of it. The idea of course was to keep all sweat and fluids away from the steel, so this was a one piece suit with socks, gloves and hood attached. Additionally of course to cover the bodily needs there were openings and tubes at needed places. He handed me a bottle of lube to rub my body in and then helped me put on the rubber suit. It was a tight fit, but it seemed to be chosen a good size for me. I noticed at the tip of each foot a small tube, making it easy to slip in as the air went easily out there, a clever solution, I thought to myself. Once it was pulled up over my ass I noticed an extra strengthened hole on the back, for obvious reasons and also noticed the sheet for the dick had a small hole on the front. Now being pretty hard made it easy to get my dick in its designated place and keep pulling the suit further up. The zip on the backside was only short so the opening to get inside the suit was tight as well, but together we managed to get it up my chest and slip my arms into the sleeves all down to the perfect fitting gloves. He started to smooth out any wrinkles there were left so far and then continued at the top, telling me that obviously the suit was fitting just right. The hood of the suit went over my head, only then I noticed there was two small nose holes, a mouth hole and some pin holed eyes, but the eyes were not open, instead inside covered with some darkened plastic as well. Sight was still possible, yet pretty limited. he noticed my surprise and told me his friends came up with the idea and thought it could add to the experience, I nodded and told him they were definitely right, and I think my now raging hard on confirmed that. Once the hood was proper in place he zipped the suit up, tightening the feeling of my encasement now. He told me to move around to see if anything was twitching, but after walking around a little and moving each limb around I told him it was fitting perfectly, no problems at all with it.

Now he separated the two halves of the steel skeleton frame and told me to get inside the back half again as we did last time, it was of course the same perfect fit as before, this time though feeling different through the rubber on my body. As soon as I stood proper inside that back half he added the front part to it and carefully made sure nothing was caught between the joining straps before starting again to lock each of the connectors with a ring again. Last time he had used strong rubber rings, this time it took considerably longer for each joint to be locked together, he told me he was using a different material for the rings, needing tools to put them on and off again. Once all the joining parts were secured he told me to attempt moving again, but just like that last time we tried there was no way to move anything but my hands. He then explained to me the added changes on that steel frame I had on me now. He handled the extra joints I noticed before and then told me to try moving my arms and legs and to my surprise some movement now was possible. I could move the arms back and forth and as well was able to bend the arms at the elbow and also I could move my legs back and forth and even bend them to a certain extent. During that time he held me to ensure a firm stand, not to fall over, but after a moment of getting used to it he asked me to carefully walk a little. It was at first difficult but then I managed small steps forward and backward. He told me if I would work on the technique of moving I could also make turns so would be able to move around slowly, not free, but limited at least. I was surprised but excited as well, locked inside a steel frame of straps and still being able to limited move around would enhance the possibilities I would have in future with this item and I told him how excited I was about it, he just had a wide grin on his face and did not further comment it.

He told me then to stand still again for him to lock the joints prior again to proceed further. Once I was rigid again he took the first parts and showed it to me. It was the arms of the shell. The two halves of the right arm, from the shoulder down to including the fingers and he started putting it on to the frame. Once the back half snapped in place and my fingers rested in their proper spaces he added the front half to it and the first part was complete. I would have loved to see that, but being unable to bend my head made that impossible, I told him so but he said that he would take pictures later and I could see it then in complete. Next the other arm was treated same was and now also completely enclosed in shiny steel.

Now he showed me the next items, the two halves of the right leg, explaining that the fact that my feet were in the steel frame would disturb the proportions when just adding feet coverage in natural forms, so he forged the bottom of it to look like a pair of boots embedded in the steel, it looked perfect to me I told him and he then continued snapping the back and front half in place, the same for the other leg. So now shoulder to fingers and thighs to toes were covered in the steel shell. He explained further that the torso, from neck down to thighs was one piece that would seal on to the shoulder, leg and even head parts, so that it would then look a seamless shell coverage of the body, so he would have to prepare the head next now. In order to guarantee airflow I would have to get some tubing attached to my head. He showed me a mouthpiece now, like it is used for boxing, covering upper and lower teeth but having as well two small holes in the front and also covering the entire space where the tongue is, sufficiently keeping the tongue underneath it. He explained that these holes would be used to attach breathing tubes that were then inside the steel coverage lead to the top where they would be invisibly ensure incoming air. To make sure it fitted well since it was a sort of one-size-fits-all, he added some adhesive gel into the piece which would make sure it stayed in place once my teeth got their grip inside it. He told me to try to open my mouth as wide as the steel allowed it and then shoved the piece into my mouth. Once it settled in place he asked me if breathing was fine, and it was no problem at all, but I no longer could reply to him, there was no space for my jaws to open up anymore an my tongue was out of use as well, so some grunting was all I could do and he took that as a yes for everything being fine.

Then he told me that the next parts might not be so nice feeling and he got plenty advice from his friends how to deal with it, so I should not worry or be surprised, but it would be necessary in order to complete it. I wondered what he was talking about but the same moment he held a rage over my mouth and nose, a strange smell, and of course any attempts of mine to resist or even articulate anything were in vain. Shortly after I was gone...

When I came to again the first thing I wanted was choking, I felt something in my throat but somehow nothing came out, it took some time to adjust to that feeling, but then I started breathing quite normal. I tried to articulate protest but no go on that, not even a grunting came out of my mouth anymore, any attempt to move failed of course too - but I was able to see a little, first blurry but slowly coming to place - I could recognize an image of a steel statue opposite of me, only slowly realizing it was a mirror displaying myself. Next to that statue the blacksmith working on it. My heavier breathing must have told him I was back wake, since he stopped his work and talked to me.

In order to secure bodily needs he explained that I had been inserted tubes in my nose going down to my lung, making sure there is sufficient air at all times, also I had received tubes down my stomach to ensure feeding capabilities, unfortunately of course those would prevent me from making any noises now. Also I had received a plug up my ass, sealing perfectly the rubber suit and having tubes inside it to ensure flushing the ass whenever needed, only now I actually felt that plug, I had not noticed it before, being too surprised by what was happening. Astonishing enough my dick tried getting hard now, but to again another surprise it was caught in a steel prison and started hurting more the harder I got. He continued explaining that also my dick had received a catheter to ensure fluids being drained when needed, and in order to prevent me getting too excited, underneath the torso a steel chastity had been applied and fixed on to the skeleton frame. The breathing tubes and feeding tubes ended up at the top of the steel head, invisible to the normal view, the tube of the catheter was connected to one of the tubes on the plug and the other tube of the plug lead down to a hidden opening on my right foot. in addition there were connectors for one tube at the top of the rubber hood and openings hidden for the two small openings at the top of the rubber feet, those in order to add the possibility to flush out the rubber suit occasionally, the water coming in at the top would wash out the sweat off my skin and could drain through the openings at each tip of the feet. He told me I could see that it was well thought through in order to make an extended stay inside the shell possible. I would have told him that I agree and am horny, but as well would have loved telling him how upset I actually was to be put into all that without telling and explaining BEFORE it was done, I would certainly have agreed to the procedure anyway, just to get the full extent of this feeling. But other than breathing or changing the pace of my breathing I had no other forms of communication available anymore and of course, not a single piece of my body was able to move.

I watched him in the mirror continue working on the shell but at first did not know what it was that he did, until I realized ... he now was welding the head coverage together - I tried protesting of course without success and all I could do was continue watching him. Still blurry from the limited vision given to me, but I could see him carefully welding the head pieces together, continued to weld the torso parts together as well. He did however not weld the arms and legs, but instead once he was finished he continued talking to me.

He told me that I was certainly aware that this was a very expensive piece he fabricated here and that I was most likely not able to afford it. Friends of him, the ones that he talked to about the shell and also giving him the various advices for the complete item agreed to take over the cost for it completely, but of course, not without getting something back. He had made this piece for me, my use, my fun, and he was absolutely certain I was enjoying myself inside there right now a lot. Those friends taking over all costs agreed that this steel shell was mine to keep for good, and to make sure I would be able to enjoy it to the fullest; they had decided to make sure I would use it as much as possible. He had planned an exhibition in one of those friends clubs for steel devices and restraints and I was the centerpiece for now. The exhibition started the next day so I would be transported and displayed there for the time being. Being weekend and me being on holidays I had told him earlier would not make it a problem, and then again, at the moment I had not much of a choice anyway.

He then left out of my view just to come back with two other guys I had not seen before, and they all together lifted me up and placed me horizontally into a large box, padding was added at all sides and then the lid came on top and was screwed on, shortly after I could feel the box being transported. It was about an hour later before the lid came off again and the same guys from before lifted this steel statue out of the box and I was carried away until they lifted me up into standing position again. The limited straight view I had revealed a different location of course, all dark but enough to recognize I was obviously inside that club he mentioned before, I could see a few other restraints and torture items inside that limited sight I had, this was obviously the place of that exhibition he mentioned. I would have still started to argue and complain, but I realized that the only thing I was able to do is stand where I was and silently watch what was going on.

After some time the room turned completely dark, all preparations must have been finished and all people must have been gone, I seemed to be alone. I was thinking how I got myself here, but to my surprise there was no real anger, I had received what I wanted, a great piece of steel artwork, and I was inside it, just as I had so often imagined in my fantasies, so actually not much to complain about, other than the fact that I would have liked to know about the plans currently happening beforehand. Then again the enforced situation made it more of a kick, my dick would have responded extremely to it if it was not captured in its prison and causing now a lot of pain. I tried to get soft by thinking about meaningless things, it took some time before I was ok again but I managed.

Suddenly a light turned on and shortly after I saw a stranger stand right in front of me. I had never seen that guy but he touched and inspected that shell I was locked inside closely before starting to talk to me.

He told me that I definitely had seen parts of that shell being welded, and that he was sure I would hear things I did not expect to. Those welding were made on his request, he was the one paying for the entire piece that had been made for me. He also was the one owning this club I was placed in right now. He had agreed that his shell was mine to keep for good, since it was me who came with the idea and it was me it was fitted on perfectly. He continued that I might have missed other parts being welded though. The head cover and the torso were no longer removable, but the arms and legs could still be taken off. yet the steel frame underneath did no longer have those removable rings to open the two halves, instead they were permanently joined, meaning that the steel frame itself would no longer come off at all. That was the reason why he added those extra moveable joints to it, knowing that I should have the option to at least move limited once the arm and leg coverage was removed. He continued that I might already get a grip now what had happened and what was going to happen, but that was the price to pay for receiving this item for free.

The exhibition would last three days, that time I would spend displayed here where I was as centerpiece of the exhibition, but once that exhibition was over; my place would remain inside this club. I would have to sort of 'work off’ the cost of this item I was locked inside. At minimum wages it would take me probably 20 years at least, by that time though I would no longer have any other options anyway, so I should consider this my final place to be. All my evenings and nights I would be placed in the entrance of that club, a greeting display to incoming visitors of the club, and during daytime I would have the legs and arms removed in order to be able to perform some light work, light work in terms of cleaning up the club, with the limited movement it would take considerably longer than it would a freely moving cleaning guy, but then again I would have nothing else to do all day long anyway. The times spent as display I would be hooked up to several other tubing, making sure I got fed and cleaned out inside regularly. And with torso and head being no longer removable, I would forever stay an inhuman unrecognizable statue. The times spent as display nobody would ever know the fact of a human being locked inside, and the times spent cleaning inside the club there was nobody but him to ever see me. The secret would be kept for good; the blacksmith himself is a regular guest here and was paid off well to keep that secret as well. I would never be able to tell anyone, while displayed unable to make any gestures or other ways of making anyone aware of my presence inside, and the times where I was able to move limited to clean up the club was safely locked up, there was nowhere to go and no way to escape. If I would behave he might think of ways to actually stimulate me in pleasant ways occasionally, if I would attempt anything stupid he would just leave me locked immobile for good, it was me to make that small decision, the only decision I had left to make. I should not worry about being missed, quitting my job and disappearing from the country was easy to arrange and already on its way of being done. And don’t worry about the rubber you wear - once it gets old and worn out you will just be sedated and it will be replaced, nothing to worry for me. I am sure you did not plan it that way, but just enjoy it; it was your good idea that made it possible, now you will have to live this idea for good. Now have a good night. With that he left and shortly after the lights went out again too.

Only a minute later I suddenly felt pleasant vibrations, in my ass and around my dick and balls, but as well around my nipples. they did not tell me they had integrated some tens units, I got stimulated in pleasant ways, no hard shocks, just constant pleasant vibrations and streams, but of course that stimulation caused pain in my imprisoned dick, it was a come and go on my dick, getting hard and painful, trying to get soft again to avoid pain, and to my very surprise I had one of the largest explosions when I came after some time later then. These constant ups and downs of stimulation kept me busy all night, I came at least 4 more times and had little time to rethink my position, and I felt rather in heaven than in hell at the moment. At some point the stimulations stopped however and being as tired and exhausted I was even form doing nothing but standing still inside my prison, I fell asleep.

When I woke up and had my eyes adjust to the blurry view around me again I noticed plenty people passing my, many admiring the steel statue in front of them, touching it, feeling it warm, wondering what it was made of and how it was made, but all went further to see the rest of the exhibition. Slowly I realized more and more now what actually had happened, without any stimulation distracting me I was able to concentrate of the facts. I was locked inside a gorgeous steel shell without anyone knowing, that was the great part, but what did that guy tell me yesterday, I was never to be released again, I started panicking slowly, attempted to shout, to move, to show any form of resistance, to make anyone around me aware of my current place and situation, but to no good, I was unable to voice or move anything at all. I was a statue standing in the middle of an exhibition and as the guy told me - nobody would ever notice my being locked inside here. I was imprisoned, locked up, successfully removed from anyone and anything. And there was nothing I could do against that now.

Three days of the exhibition passed - me just standing in my prison, changing between panic attacks of realizing the finality of my situation and the interrupts by the applied stimulations to my body which made it difficult to concentrate on anything else, but they seemed to do the trick, I panicked less and settled more into the situation, realizing more and more that I would have to live with it that my fantasy idea had placed me in this situation which at the end was fulfilling my large fantasy more than I ever hoped for prior to now.

After the exhibition was over I could see all other items of it being removed and transported away, but nobody touched me inside my shell. When all was quiet again I saw that guy again and this time accompanied by that blacksmith I had allowed to make and imprison me inside this shell.

He stood in front of me and started talking to each other how well it worked out and how well this statue had been admired. Then they turned to me and told me they would now remove arms and legs of the shell to allow me to move arms and legs. Once they were done they both supported me and told me to start walking carefully around the club, I was to explore the location carefully and then I would be told where to find everything I needed in order to clean it up. This would from now on be my daily chore, all other times I would remain placed on display in the entrance room. Of course I thought what I could do, resist, run, refuse.... but then again i realized that with the limited movement i had i was no threat to them at all, a slight push could have had me fall over and remain helpless again, i would never be able to get up myself again. Also I was of course unable to say anything, this left me with little choice, all I could do is what they said, start to explore my future living space, the club, it would be most likely all I ever see in future and it would become my own little world from now on. So I started slowly moving ... it took some time to get used to the limitations but with every step I made I learned to control the movement better and better. Once told what to do and where to find things I also learned now to do what I was ordered, clean up as good as my confinement allowed me.

During my cleaning I was left alone in the club, I did of course attempt to open doors to the outside, but as I was told, none were open, no windows were there to show myself to eventually passing people and make them aware of my faith, I had really no other choice than to be here doing what was my future.

Every day when I was finished, and it indeed took almost all day to finish in my limited freedom, I had usually some time left still alone, but without anything to do I only could stand there and wait, no option to sit down or lay down, I would not be able to get up again. I learned to cope with the heavy weight of the steel around my body and managed better day to day to do my job. Late afternoon usually the owner of that club came around again and placed me into the entrance of the club, locking all joints again and placing the arm and leg covers on again, making me that perfect anonymous statue again for the evening and night. I saw all the guests arrive and leave, thinking about the fun they might have, and me barely being left here by myself, but regular during days and nights I was allowed those fabulous stimulations on my body, the orgasms kept coming whether I wanted or not, those ongoing stimulations made me feel more and more at ease with my place, I learned to enjoy it, learned to wait for those stimulations, never knowing when or how long, but being certain they would reward me for my being locked inside here.

It must have been weeks by now, me lost somewhat count of days, it happens when your own little world is so limited and you are away from the happenings of the outside world. But one evening when I was again placed on display in the entrance I saw a second statue just like myself standing right opposite of me. I would normally have asked about it, but I had gotten used to the inability to speak ever again so kept just thinking about my question, but the owner must have known my wondering because he immediately told me to say hello to my fellow companion over there. I was not sure what he meant at first, but he explained right away that after the exhibition there were a few other people interested in that statue after they had heard that it was hollow and there was an ability to lock someone temporarily inside. Little did they know that it was not that temporary, and here was the first of those victims, he as well had agreed to get such a shell fitted around himself and just like with me, the final fitting was indeed final for him too. I would have loved to see the face of that victim, but if things were the same with him, that face would never be revealed again to anyone, so all I could do was imagine who would be inside that other shell. The owner kept explaining that this other victim would help me in future with my daily job, but sooner or later one of us might move on elsewhere, it seems there was a new market opened, a selected few of his friends had been made aware of the real facts behind that statues and were interested in acquiring some for them self. At the moment two others were in the making and would join us in a few weeks, but there is only that much to do inside this club, so he was guessing to be selling off the one or other of us in future, he would look forward to the business that would be made on this new sort of goods to trade with. Then he left.

All evening again guests arrived and left, some admiring that there were now two instead of one of these statues and others joking about wondering how it would be to be locked inside - if they only knew that it already happened to now at least two victims and if they only knew about its finality, they might think different. But much more I wondered about the opposite of me, how would he feel, what would he think, how did he look like, and would he also get more at ease with his new faith or was it even on purpose, lots of questions, but I knew I would never get an answer to those, unable to ask them, but as well him being unable to answer them ever to me.

He did learn to move in his prison like I did during daytimes, learn to help me with the work we were given and somehow it seemed he had accepted his faith just like I had, little choice we had anyway. And just as the owner of that club had mentioned two more joined us standing on display in the entrance room, but those did not join us during daytime for work, but instead one was packed up and transported only two days later and the other the day after. Obviously as the owner had mentioned they were sold off to someone or somewhere else, doing whatever would be requested there.

Only a week later suddenly also my fellow victim was packed up in front of my eyes and transported away as well, I was back alone again. I actually got accustomed to the fact of not being alone in my imprisoned world so felt sad that I as again left alone by myself, but then I heard that owner of the club telling me not to worry, the business seemed to go well, several more ordered had been made for other victims to come. Some of them on order of their respective masters, but also some clueless as I was at the begin, I would soon get another companion in crime, but being the first of its kind I would be kept here for good, my place was here in his club.

.... Years passed...
and I still am where I am, displayed at evenings and nights, working at daytime to clean the club ... I have seen many others by now come and go, there must be dozens of other victims like me around the world, suffering the same faith, then again, it no longer feels like suffering to me, it became natural, my world spins around the times of display, the times of work and of course around the plenty times of ongoing stimulation underneath all that coverage. I think ever since I was imprisoned against my will in here, I never had such amount of extremely satisfying orgasms per day as I have them now, and at the end ... I got what I always fantasized about... this fabulous steel shell to be locked inside secretly ... I was considering myself actually happy ...

(So if you see such steel statue anywhere around, knock on it, there might be someone locked inside for good, what have I started there ... )