It’s coming up on the two year anniversary of when Tripp agreed to keep me locked. As of my writing this, it’s been a little over 700 days. I’ve had a number of questions from folks regarding how that came to be, did we plan on locking me indefinitely, and …
I’m almost certain I’m never going to be unlocked again. Unless something changes in me, I know my former cock will likely be forever encased. It’s not needed anymore. Should I be required to fuck, we have strap ons that are more than adequate for the job. In fact, at …
Two men have keys to my cage, both for different reasons. Each has ownership of my cock. I’m locked because of Sir and kept locked thanks to Tripp, but honestly, holding the key is more a psychological than physical thing for me. I’ve accepted that I’m a locked male. I’ve …
The @Steelwerksextreme TAC cage arrived about 5 months ago and has been imprisoning what I used to describe as my penis ever since that day. I thought now might be a good time for a longish term update (I mean, considering that this thing is going to be on me …
My cock is in a cage. Much of the time; they exist as two things. I know it’s in a metal tube, isolated from the world. I can touch my cage, I can move it up and down slightly, I can twist it side to side. I can slip a …
I’ve got two anniversaries coming up. At the end of this month, Tripp and I will have been married for 7 years. At the end of next month, I’ll have been permanently locked for 2 years. Both have something in common; I wish I had done them sooner. Tripp and …
After my post yesterday, Tripp told me to put on my uniform. I didn’t want to. I wasn’t feeling it. He said to do it anyway. He took me upstairs. He had laid it out and he helped me get dressed. He plugged me. He tucked my cage in and …
Huh: Just noticed it’s been 100 days since my last orgasm. For those of you who have read this little blog, denial has long been a goal for me and a tug of war with Tripp. For me, that constant simmering of desire, want, and need that exists when I’m …
One of my Twitter followers pointed out that I’m not collared in my blog cover pic. “Aren’t you in a steel collar?” he asked. Yes, I usually am. I picked that photo because I liked it, and other than not having my collar on at that moment, I think it …
In the beginning, Tripp was impressed by how many times I could come in a day. It was not unusual for us to have sex two or three times per day, and my very reliable cock would rise to the occasion with startling rapidity. I could fuck him, get soft …
For most of my adult life, my dick (like most guys) was the center of my sexual universe. As a Top, I was very focused on my dick, using my dick, and having my dick pleased. I could be a very selfish top, which the boys I played with generally …
I woke up with an epic hard on. The cage pushing, ball crushing kind where my cock is desperately trying to reach its maximum size. The irresistible force of my cock meeting the immovable object of my cage. The base ring biting hard into me, squeezing tight and keeping me …
