Life as I Know itSubmitted by: email@example.com
Life as I know it has been, I guess, interesting in a way. I grew up in a very conservative Catholic family, and went to the local parish school all the way through high school. I then went on to St. Mary's University. In my up bringing, sex was reserved for marriage; that was God's design. So I watched my P's and Q's. However, I was curious. And I look around at everyone; it didn't matter, as long as they were good looking. I seemed to keep everyone at arms length because I didn't trust myself, and I didn't want to go through something embarrassing
After graduating from college I landed a nice position with Hallmark. I left my home in Ohio and moved to Kansas City. After a week in my new home town I met my wife at church. She looked at me and said, "WOW!" to herself. She must have liked what she beheld. I really to this day don't think that I'm that great looking, but I guess, as the saying goes, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. . ." I was 5'11" and 160 lbs. I have to assume that I was fresh meat, as a few of the other young ladies were also eying me. It wasn't long that I was invited to her folk's house for dinner.
The year before we were married, went by so fast, it seemed we really didn't date, we spent time together. The night of our wedding nothing happened either, because the advice we were given was, "Get some rest, do IT the next day." Which in a way, the advice was true. My head hit the pillow and I was gone. The next day, well, IT was disappointing. Maybe all the jerking off that I had done, did some damage. I don't know, but this affected our married life for the next five years. No kids came, and we started looking into medical help to have kids. Kids were something we both really wanted. I was ready and willing to try anything. I even overheard two guys in the next cube talk about how getting a Prince Albert was really helping his love life. What's a Prince Albert? To the internet I went and I was on overload.
I learned about all sorts of things about piercing, jewelry and other items I still feel embarrassed talking about things I learned. One thing I thought was cool was a picture of a guy with a small tube on his friend. I was ready to try anything, so one Saturday, when my wife was at work, I took a sharp, so I thought darning needle and pierced myself. It was painful and exiting, as I put 10k gold 14 gauge belly charm through my friend. I couldn't help myself. . .
After five years of married life the both of us had gain some weight. The only thing we really did well together was cook. After having a physical the doctor suggested loosing some weight and getting some exercise. I lost 30 lbs. and was back at the weight I was when I was married. Well this triggered IT everyday after we got home from work. We couldn't get enough. At least that was what I thought. For me this was the best 6 months of our married life. We got along and talked like we were dating again.
I suppose all good things have to come to and end. The wife woke me up one morning with a kiss as she normally did when she left for work. Only this morning it was, "Good morning daddy." I was awake. IT didn't happen much, for as with many women, she was ill most of the time and always tired.
Our oldest son was born in due course. I was content with this bundle of joy. I was ready for all the work of getting up in the middle of the night. My wife returned to her position at work in the midst of a re-organization. At many companies this means major overtime, and you guessed IT didn't happen until our oldest was 4 months old. To make matters more interesting . . . Don't let anyone tell you it takes more than once to get pregnant. It seems strange looking back at it all now, and I wonder how I survived. I mean, I was so busy with working 8- 10 hours a day and then coming home to do the cleaning, cooking and laundry. Then being awakened several times in the middle of the night to change and feed a baby. All of this was happening while my wife was working 16 hours day. It seems now that she was either: working, sleeping, or being sick. I was dying, I felt like I was being punished for being unfaithful. My only relief was maybe once every couple of week in the shower, and that was when I had time in between item on my schedule of things to be done.
Well the wife went for her doctor's visits and in one of them the doctor couldn't get the baby the stay still. She said, "Let's order an ultrasound to rule out twins." I got the call at work, and everyone congratulated me. Well, I always thought it would be cool to have twins. After have a multiple, you'll think twice.
My wife was told to go home and put her feet up in the air. She even wasn't supposed to lift our now 9 month old up. So you guessed it, now I was taking care of two. Well, at least I now know what it's like to be a slave.
After three months of this, our twin girls were born. We needed help and a bigger house. By this time I had moved up a couple of rails in the card industry, so we bought and nice older home, built in the 20's, on Valentine Drive. Her folk's moved into the downstairs to help. Let's be real; two nurseries, three cribs, three in formula and diapers. I was dying from lack of sleep. I didn't sleep in my own bed for nine months, as I went from crib to crib, changing and feeding babies. You guessed it my wife went back to that mess she calls a job.
One of our friends finally noticed my plight and offered to take the kids for a weekend, so we could get some rest. I've never looked so forward to sleeping in a hotel bed. And you can guess it again. My head hit the pillow, and I was gone.
Now I loved my wife, and I'm sure that's why I put up with so much, where other men might have even walked away. Let's be honest, living in the same house as your in-laws. You just had to be careful of what you talked about, for your opinion is always wrong.
We awoke the next morning very late, but feeling much better, both of us hadn't slept that long in over two years. IT was good, and in two days, my wife was back in the doctor's office with some kind of stomach flu. Only it wasn't the flu. So, we're back to normal? What's normal.
Because of the face that this was the third pregnancy in three years the doctor wanted to do an ultra-sound at three months. This was due to the fact that my wife's sister had lost septuplets a few months back, and they wanted to rule out another set up multiples. I almost felt my life is predictable, but triplets. My in-laws were now worried. My parents were really getting concerned for me, and they offered to move closer to help. I'm glad they did. Kids are the best chastity device available!
My wife was sent home by the doctor and told to put her feet up for the duration. She again had become quite the not so little, demanding princess. I see the sarcasm is again setting in, because no one was thinking about what I had to endure. And it was making me angry. My wife was also going through quite a few emotions, looking back now, it should have told me something was wrong.
In due course, we went to KU Med Center, two weeks early, because the babies were getting too big. They induced labor, and we waited. I just can't imagine having three babies naturally. Two was bad enough. After two hours they came in to check on my wife. I was sent into the hall with my parents who were visiting us, when all of a sudden medical personnel were running down the hall towards me. The only thing I thought of was. . . "I'm going to have to raise these kids on my own?"
The whole group was coming out of the hospital room in what seemed to be less than a minute, heading to the operating room. My wife smiled and said, "It's OK!" The nurse said it was a prolapsed cord. Too many babies in such a small amount time. Within a couple of minutes I had son number two in my arms. They moved fast until son number four was brought out by the doctor herself. The look she had on her face said it all. A single tear rolled down from her face. I think that was the first time a hospital could say they lost a father. I awoke in a recovery room several hours later with an IV and my parents trying to get me to come to. The sheer terror of realizing that I would be taking care of six children not quite 4 years and under.
I walked in a haze for several months. Feeling numb to the world, I wanted to escape. I wanted to feel and be loved again. I longed for some release and to feel close to someone. I turned to the internet at work, when I had a spare minute.
The guy in the next cube, I started to realize was having an affair with his friend that I overheard talking a couple of years ago. They would go out "fishing" or "hunting" together on the weekends. It was really obvious when I caught them in the men's room. They were surprised by my walking in, but they really should have been more careful to lock the door. They asked me to come with them for drinks as they tried to cover themselves with an alibi. They were both married and didn't want this affair to come to light.
What were they thinking, they were married! Then I started to think and understand what drives a man into the arms another, so to speak. It was hard when my wife didn't want to make love or even at times let me touch her. I remember times when we did make love she wouldn't want to even kiss, because she said she could breathe. It also comes to mind, that she always seemed to have it her way. Men many times just need release and they don't want to bend over backwards to get it. I personally like to cuddle and kiss, but it seemed that even this was rare, especially after she became so large. Towards the end you couldn't even have an intelligent conversation, without being in the wrong. It seems to me that men are built to have sex first and then like the cuddling and conversation after. It's no wonder that married men go out and find someone to be with.
The more I thought about what I had seen and what the guys were telling me, I started to become curious. What would it feel like to have a "blow job"? What would it feel like to have something up your ass, let alone another man's rod? What would it be like to actually kiss someone, which would kiss back and be as passionate as I feel? To the internet I went. I was starting to become obsessed with this hunt. And as everyone knows, you almost can get information overload. I found stuff on getting bigger, which really made me smile, because I'm slightly above average. I found information on pumping my balls. Hmmmm, I would like to try that some time . . .
I found altairboy's website and info on chastity. Some of this stuff really made me mad. I had already lived through this slave thing and didn't know it. How could these guys be willing to give up their freedom? Was IT worth it? I've already tried to make someone happy, and couldn't. I needed someone to make me HAPPY!!!!! However, the thought of having something on my cock as a toy did interest me.
Looking more, I found other sights dealing with dating, BDSM, etc. Some fetish sights peaked my interest. I decided to place an ad on one of the sights to see if anyone would be interested in a widower. I was truly amazed at the response. The notes and pictures started coming in. Being a city dweller all my life, driving a mini van, and all the trappings that came with fatherhood, I was interested in the kind of guy that was woodsy, manly, even married; who knew what I was going through. Driving a pickup or a jeep helped with the image.
Robert Walker entered my existence through an email. We wrote back and forth on all sorts of subjects. One of which I now look back at and laugh. His wife didn't want any kids, so he had a vasectomy. What was that like? I was into pumping and I wanted to try it. We had a blind date at Taco John's. Talk about nervous. Here is a guy that's my age, a mechanic, talking with ease and looking at me like I was his new best friend. He brought me a pump he got off EBay. I went to my van and had to find a quiet place to try it.
We emailed back and forth exchanging ideas and fantasies. One of which, we would take a trip to Nebraska and go spend some time at Cabala's. The rest of the weekend would be spent in a hotel room with a fire place and a Jacuzzi. I wanted to know what it felt like to have someone suck me off. I wanted to know what it was like to have a rod up my ass. He told me he wanted rod in his mouth. Hmmm. Could he help me?
At one point I finally told him about my PA. He told me that was cool with him, and then told me about some of his piercing. He had a frenum with a gold 12 gauge post. I was amazed at some of his comments about how it felt while having IT. Then I wondered more and more about the thought of having HIS up my ass. We made some plans that he would go with me to a local establishment. When we finally went together on one of our lunch breaks, he saw my friend for the first time. I didn't have a ring through my PA hole, which was still there, even after a couple of years of not having it. The piercer said that I must have used at least an 8 gauge at some point, and if I wanted it closed, I would have to go to the doctor. Robert then somehow signaled the piercer and before I knew it, I had three frenums on the top of my friend. He smiled and said I could thank him later.
I was a little upset put I had to go back to work. I had to continue with my life. I needed some relief, and I could do nothing with my friend for how long? This was not what I had in mind. I remember something I had read on altairboy.com and went back. I felt I wanted revenge. I looked at chastity devises, but how could I know what to do?
I found out three weeks later that his wife took care of things for me. Unknown to me Robert was burning his candle at both ends and in the middle. His wife found out that he was having an affair with a lady down the street. She then went and ordered a Lori's tube. She had tricked him after a night of IT, and managed to get the tube on him in his sleep. He emailed me, very upset, and told me that the wife put on key in the bank vault box and the other key she mailed to his mother, who lives in Maine, with instructions to keep it until they went to see her the next year. I smiled and laughed a little to myself. Robert was a nice guy, and now what were to become of my plans.
We decide to meet again over lunch, I wanted some relief. And it wouldn't take much! We met at a park that surprisingly was a block from the piercer that we had met at a couple of weeks before. Robert was anxious for some reason. He stuffed his face in his truck on the way to meet me, so that we could "talk". However, the park was busy, so we ended up walking up the street. For some reason we just naturally walked into the piercing studio. The piercer looked like he was waiting for us. Before I knew it I was in the chair with my pants down. It was seconds within walking in the door, I was being sat upon and six more frenums were put in place. Robert again said I could thank him later. He did offer some condolences by showing me what his wife did to him. He said trust him.
I again went back to work and my life . . . kids & in-laws. They wanted a vacation, so I took vacation to stay home. No time for anything now. I really don't think I was able to take a shower for several days. This kept my mind busy and off of the problem my friend had.
Two weeks later, I got back to work and checked my email. To my surprise, Robert's wife was killed in a car accident. I didn't know about it until after the funeral. I sent a note and within seconds I had relieved a reply. He wanted, no needed someone to talk with. When we met at the park at lunch he had told me of all the things that had happened in the last two weeks. Including the episode of his wife taking epoxy to his tube lock. He had talked to the lady he had the affair with, which that time was all very innocent. Robert's wife then called the husband of this lady and the next day they had a moving trucking the drive. He had no one to comfort him. He started to cry like a baby, and I seemed too naturally but my arms around him. As you can tell I was a little late in getting back from lunch. But I felt sad for him, I too knew that loss.
We seemed to constantly be in touch, and he wanted to get out of the tube, but need help. I said, "Under one condition." Well, we finally met after work the next evening, when I gave the excuse of needing to work late. We met at the part and I followed him home. Mechanics must make some exceptional money. His place was better than mine.
We walked into the entrance hall, he closed the door. He turned to me, and for the first time I was kissed with a passion I've never know. I was in heaven. My friend was too. He hurt! He was dribbling. Robert, with his 80ish hair cut, long in back and tanned body led me up the stairs to a rather large bed room. We kissed more and before I knew it we were both naked. I looked down passed the six pack to the chastity tube. I could tell he was in pain. He wanted out. But the unspoken was before him. I wouldn't help him until he helped me! I was lightly pushed to the bed were I was laid back. His mouth encased my friend. I've never felt this before and I was amazed. The back of my mind was racing, trying to keep up with everything that had happened in the last few months, years. The sensation overtook me and I unload so hard that Robert start to gag. Cum was drooling from his mouth and onto my legs. He kept going and I kept going. I was the best orgasm I've ever had. He kept the feelings going by taking his tongue up my stomach to my nipples and sucking on them. They are small, so he must have done some amazing things to make me fell this way. I loved it. He suggested getting them pierced so he had something to hang on to.
My friend was rock hard again so down again he went with the mouth. Nine frenums made me want more and more. I ended up offloaded three times that evening. I've never in my life felt so exhausted and content. We cuddled and held each other. I think he really missed his wife, but I was the substitute. It was really nice to but my arms all the way around someone, not just around their neck.
The telephone rang, bringing us back to reality. His mother-in-law asked how he was doing. Small and quick was the conversation, but it did make me think about my other responsibilities. I had to go, but we would meet the next evening after work. We both wanted to get the tube off.
The next day, before I left work, I received and email from Robert. He asked me to meet him at the piercer. I did a few minutes later. We talked with the piercer about Robert's plight and what tools we could use to get the tube off. Because of the epoxy, he ended up cutting off the testicle loop. We tried to cut the bar that went to the lock but couldn't get the bolt cutter even close. We finally decided to cut skin. It was bloody, but we felt we had no choice. He was out.
But the next thing I knew I was in the chair under the pretext of checking my piercings. The piercer took out all the bars and cleaned my friend carefully. "Why?" I asked. Be distracted by Robert, the piercer the start reinserting what I thought was the bars. When he was finished I looked down at my friend. Instead of bars my friend was encircled by ¾ circle 10 gauge bars with balls on the ends. These balls were on the bottom side of my friend, and because it had only been a couple of weeks since my last piercing, the skin seemed to envelop the rings. I though that this was interesting, almost all the ring was under the skin, only the balls showed. The only thing was, I didn't realize the three rings were small and my friend wouldn't be able to get exercise.
Robert smiled and we left. Walking down the street Robert acted like he was going to pass out. I managed to drive him home and get him in bed. I got him some medication and orange juice. All he wanted was some sleep, so I left promising to call the next day to check up on him.
I was so busy that night with the kids; they all seemed to get the flu. I didn't notice a problem. It was the third night that my friend tried to get hard. Boy did that hurt. I bent over to look. The balls of the bars seemed to slip in my fingers. I couldn't get them off. I hit my fist into the pillow out of frustration. I called Robert. He said, "Now you know how I feel." I already knew how he felt. This wasn't fair, I was angry!
Robert said to calm down and come and see him. I somehow managed to get away, two hours later, and arrived at his home. I was let in the door and pushed to the ground. There was Robert on top of me with the biggest rod I've seen. "You wanted to know what it was like to have a rod up your ass, how about now?" he said. Out of nowhere it seemed that my arms were cuffed. A rope tied to them, dragged me across the highly polished entry floor. I started to squirm and fight. Then Robert said, "You want out? Stop fighting."
My clothes were quickly ripped off my body, and Robert being naked put some lube on the end of his rod. He suck it up the my ass hole and wiggled. He then took my legs and pried them up so they were next to my ears. My ass was up in the air, and his rod was starting to go in. Never having done this or had anything up my ass, it was painful. Robert said to relax, and with that he kissed me on the lips, with a passion that brought the memories of that fist session flooding back to my mind. Instantly, his rod all the way in and he was bucking my prostate. I wanted to get hard and it hurt. Stuff of dripping out and Robert was using it to stop the friction between our bodies.
He unloaded in what seemed like seconds, and collapsed on top of me. He was red in the face, but thought it would be great to do it again. He had a moment of weakness and I managed to wrap my legs around him and slide him to the floor beside me. Anger reentered my mind and I told him no way until he helped me get out. He must have known, for on the side table was a pair of bolt cutters. He said to hold my fried still, and quickly three round balls were cut off. It took a little more effort to get the rings out because of my friend getting hard and in the way. I was greatly relieved to be done with that.
Robert and I walked up the stairs to his room to find some clothes. When he was going to the bathroom, I looked on top of his dresser I found an open jewelry box. In it was a rather large gold ring, of an interesting braided design. When Robert came to the door he said, "That's the cock ring my wife gave me a couple of anniversaries ago. She found a guy that hand makes them in, of all places, Australia. You know you really should try it." He some how got it on, which was not comfortable. Once it was in place I looked in the mirror. It was hidden under my bush, so he went to the bathroom and found an electric razor. "Let's do a little trim." He said. It was just enough to really show it off and make it so the hair wouldn't pull.
At this point, my friend was very happy and need some attention. Robert took the unspoken signal and on his knees he went. I thought the first time was incredible, but this was out of this world. How could I top this? I don't remember ever unloading like this. Robert couldn't keep up and onto the floor it went.
I was in euphoria, but reality soon came back to my mind. I had to get home. Robert soon found me some clean clothes and out the door I went. At least he had a head on him enough to give me clothes that were similar to what he had ripped.
Trying to be the responsible man, I went to work the next day longing for this adventure of physical euphoria to come again soon. I was soon running out of excuses and I really didn't have the time. I was still in my chastity cage in my mind. Robert emailed again and wrote that he wanted to meet again at the piercing studio. I would really have to trust him, because he had a surprise for me. And by the way you can keep the cock ring. I did keep it on I guess wishing for the feeling to come back soon.
We met that evening at the piercing studio, and this time I told them both, no monkey business. The piercer said he only did what he was paid for. That didn't make me too happy. Robert just said to calm down. He them open a jewelry box that he produced from his pocket. In it were two shiny gold wedding bands. They were huge. They had to be at least a ring size 15. He pulled one out and handed it to me. It was then that I realized that the ring was modified. A gold bar was placed in two holes on the bottom of the ring. Robert said to turn it and look on the inside. Inscribed were the words, "With all my love." It was a gift of peace and he asked for forgiveness. Then he produced another. It was inscribed with, "I'll always remember".
He pulled down his pants and hopped up on the chair. The piercer, then did his work to make a new frenum piercing. He some how was able to get the gold ring around his rod, getting the gold post into position. He had to use some ice to get Robert to calm down and then used epoxy to glue the ends of the gold rod in place. What was Robert telling me? I've done it as a sign that I'll always love you and I'll be there for you when ever you want. He again became hard and I noticed that the ring wouldn't keep him from cuming it was helping him. "You'll have to have a new piercing too," said the piercer. I went to the chair with a lot of fear. "I'll do this for you, I won't use the epoxy, you'll be able the take it off at any time." This was better. He did the deed, and I was ready to get up.
"Before you do that," said Robert, " have a few more peace offerings to give you." Out from under a cloth came two small gold captive ball rings, a 10 gauge gold ring, and a pair of airline tickets. "These are for me when I try to suck on your tits, this is for when I suck on your dick, and these are for use to go away to some island, in Micronesia.
I walked away that night from the studio with more body jewelry than I thought possible and the realization I had someone who knew what I needed. . . lots of happy times of release.
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