So here I am now, in my steel Lori Tube, with the keys in the hands of the of the most gorgeous guy I have ever met. Talk about arousal! Since we lived a distance from where Pride was, we went back to my hotel, where he teased me for hours, before finally letting me out of the Lori to orgasm, It was probably the most earth shattering orgasm of my life to that point. I knew what I wanted right then and there. I wanted to be with Bruce, wanted to be locked, wanted to be in bondage, and here I could have it. Before I knew what was happening, I blurted out, "Will you go with me!" (OK, kinda corny, I know, but I was not in control). He thought for a few, and just when I thought I was a moron and this gorgeous young guy was gonna say no, he said "As long as you wear this (points to the Lori), then yes I am yours." WOW!
Needless to say, we had an amazing weekend at pride. At first I was an oddity. Someone wanted to see the Lori, so while there in the bar, I pulled the pants down a bit, which then inspired a few others to want to see it, before it was all done, most of the people in there had seen it ( yes it was a gay bar). There were mostly comments in favor of it, some even saying how sexy it was. Sunday night as we left the event, Bruce and I were gonna see each other the next weekend, he said, while bouncing my keys on his hand... 'I think you can make it till Friday night, I will just keep these". Oh My God! What did I do go get that lucky. All week I was going nuts, and when the weekend came, it was more than I had hoped, bondage with the CB, sex, all of it. Sunday night we were looking online, when Bruce found the Neosteel site in my bookmarks. He looks at me and says "This would be more comfortable for long term chastity". Man I was lucky. I was not so sure about ordering one so I began to ask people I knew, and eventually, a guy I knew in the UK said he had a belt that would fit me, without having to order it, and would sell it to us at half the new cost. My excitement got the best of me, and 2 weeks later, a full Neosteel total was sitting in front of me. Bruce was across the room grinning like the cat that just caught the mouse. I made some adjustments to the fit of the belt, then put it on and clicked the lock. Instantly, I knew that was how I should have been all along. All my years had come to that point.
I was still having issues with my back, but Bruce and I were happy, me in the CB all the time, sometimes for up to 6 weeks, while we would see each other each weekend. Finally my back was causing enough issues to impact my life majorly, and things began to worsen health-wise. About 6 months after being with Bruce, and maybe 9 months after my injury, I was having major issues. I started pushing options to get an answer. There had to be something to do. Eventually I came upon a surgeon who seemed to care and he started looking at all the previous studies and MRI's and stuff. He had new MRI's done, and found some major damage to my spinal cord. At about this same time, all of the sudden Bruce became kind of distant. I had come out about being gay to family members, most of them, except my dad. That early life set of comments he made never left my mind. Bruce began leaving the keys to my CB with me when he went home from the weekend, and just was distant. Then one day he called and wanted to break up. That was it, and after a few more calls I found out I had been cheated on. I was crushed, he was gone, I was alone again, my family was in turmoil, my mother could not believe I was gay, and then came the news that my cord did indeed have some major damage, and required surgery. I was already in a wheelchair most of the time, unable to walk far. and the days got worse and worse. I had my surgery, no belt on of course for a few weeks. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, it did, my best friend since I was maybe 6, was killed. I was at the end of my rope. I put my belt back on, and it was my only comfort.
For several months I was in a deep deep depression, to the point of suicidal. Somehow I never managed to finish it. Then one day, I was putting my belt back on after running it thru the dishwasher to clean it, I realized that I needed to find a future for myself within my limits. Many sports were out, I had grown up skiing, riding ATV's and snowmobiles, and was very active. Now that was gone, what could I focus on? I held the answer in my hands. My Fetishes! I could still wear the belt, once healed from the surgery, I could still do bondage, and I could still do the rec. ortho stuff. In that moment of my greatest depression, I realized that my Neosteel belt had been carrying me thru. I went on, keeping in touch with friends, talking, chatting and browsing sites. Reading stories of long term chastity on a guy had a majorly arousing effect on me. I did some extended chastity terms, a few months at a time. Then I found a place where I could go, to help with my paralysis. A guy in Utah was running a program for people to learn to walk in braces. On a short notice, I picked up and moved to Utah, leaving my home in Idaho to be simply a vacation home. Not long after getting to Utah, I began to also pick up my activity in my fetishes. More casting and bondage. And I wore my belt nearly all the time. It was then, a few months after getting to Utah, that my belt went on with the idea of going as long as I could. My friend online in the UK was telling me what to do there, keys stayed in my nightstand, due to my health. Little did I know this event would transform me even more. I went to the gym in my belt, my doctor knew, as he was helping to monitor my health, especially with the prostate, and I even wore the belt to Physical Therapy. My therapist there said "now there is something you don't see every day". Toward the end of that particular conversation he said without prompting "Are you comfortable in that belt? You do not need to remove it for anything as far as I can tell, so make sure you keep it on as long as you want."
Huh?!?!?! Wow, so my family doctor is telling me with the way my plumbing is functioning, there in no need for the belt to come off, as I could clean the skin fine, and I was leaking somewhat regularly, so no fluid buildup. My physical therapist seemed to know what I was in for, and sanctioned it too. Odd eh? Well that was to be my crowning time. I stayed in my belt much longer than even I thought possible for me. After the first 100-110 days, things leveled off, and I got into a state I can only describe as "Constant Pleasant Mild Arousal". There became a point where I considered wearing the belt forever. Most of the time I had the plug locked in the rear of the belt too. After a long time,my personal record of 2 years, 2 months and 22 days in fact, a Dom friend, who was kinda the boss at the time, called me and wanted me to play that night. He talked me into taking the belt off for the first time in forever. Looking back I know it was most likely one of the rare weak moments, and I relented. Lets just say that the orgasm was not that spectacular. I kinda thought, after all that time, that was it? I kinda lost interest in everything kinky at that one moment. I put the belt in he closet, and over the next 6 months was in and out of my Neosteel and my Lori Tube, never for more than a week or 2 tops. But it just did not have the same excitement that I had when I was in the Neosteel indefinitely. Over the next 14 months, things got worse, I just didn't care about kink anymore. I lost contact with many on the internet, people I had talked to for years wondered where I had gone. I was back in a low point again. (Continued Part 4)
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