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The Looker 02 revisted

On Monday, I was sick. Sick enough to stay home from work in that “damn, I wish I wasn’t sick” way more than that “cool, I get to stay home today” way. Usually, when I’m that sick (which, to be fair, hasn’t been that often) I hate the feeling of being locked up. It goes from being a pleasant daily reminder to an unfair burden. And, as usual, I was locked up on Monday in the Looker 02.

Yeah, so I woke up feeling like shit and went to sleep feeling like shit but still managed to keep the device on all day. I was even still digging it that morning. But, at the very end of the day just before I went to sleep, I asked Belle to let me out of it. And she gave me some attitude about, which, in retrospect, is kinda funny but at the time pissed me off. But she let me out. It reminded me of a chastity blogger who was around when I started this site but who has since gone to the great blogger boneyard in the sky who was in a similar situation. He was sick and wanted out and his wife actually wouldn’t let him. At least Belle did give me the key.

Tuesday, I woke up feeling about 360% better. You know when you go to bed sick and, the moment you wake up the next day, you’re like “oh yeah, I’m better now.” So I reached over to the nightstand, pulled the device out of the drawer, and resecured the penis. I didn’t have to do that. I could have milked the situation (in more ways than one) and still been out now, but didn’t. I was only out because I was sick. It would be cheating if I stayed out when I wasn’t.

Not counting Monday night, then, I’ve been in the L02 for more than a week. With that time, plus the other time I’ve done in it, I think I can now state without reservation that it’s by far my favorite device to wear. There are at least four aspects any device should be evaluated against: comfort, quality, hygiene, security, and stealth. I mean five. There are at least five aspects. Here’s how the Looker 02 stacks up.

Comfort
Even with the urethral insert, the L02 is easily the most comfortable device I wear. With the Steelheart, there’s occasional pinching inside the tube from the PA ring and internal fixing. There’s none of that with the L02. Also, the A-ring on the SH is just a titch too small (I’ll be sending it back for a larger one). The Jailbird’s open cage design means that occasionally bits of the end of the penis can get trapped between the cage bar and my underwear or pants seam and immediately and emphatically grab my attention. The L02’s cap at the end of the tube obviates that issue.

After all the time I’ve been in it, I can report that I’ve almost forgotten there’s a titanium shaft stuck up the penis at all. I still dig the idea so when I do feel it I like it, but I rarely feel it during everyday activities. Sometimes, when laying on my stomach, I’ll need to shift positions, but that’s it. I’m still getting up to speed following my foot injury so I’ve just started to run in the L02. The first time was unpleasant as the insert rubbed back and forth inside the penis repeatedly, but I’ve found a small dab of silicone lube applied to the insert with my pinky just before the run fixes that issue.

Quality
Steelworxx makes great stuff, period. I mentioned in my first review that the bend in the anatomical A-ring was off, but that’s the only issue I have with it from a build perspective. There are no burrs or seams to irritate and the design seems well-considered. The same goes with the Steelheart, of course. If Steelworxx gets 10/10 for quality, then Mature Metal gets at least an eight or nine, so in this regard, they’re all about even.

Hygiene
This is the trickiest category to score. On the one hand, the Jail Bird is the device that stays the cleanest over the course of the day, but it’s the fussiest to urinate in standing up. The Steelheart is the easiest to pee in, but inevitably traps a bit of urine inside the tube which, if not dealt with by day’s end, can be a problem. The L02 is nearly as easy to pee in as the SH and way easier than the JB. With regard to residual urine, it’s the worst of the lot. I find it’s impossible to get it all out of the insert after going. I can dab and shake and even roll the toilet paper up into a pointy spear and stick it right up there but there always seems to be more. So, each device has a point to win here. The L02 is probably the weakest, but not catastrophically so.

With regard to the concern often associate with this device (or others like it) you find online concerning urinary tract infections, I think the level of concern should be zero. If one urinates the typical number of times each day, that will keep things washed out well enough. As I said in the first review, urine can easily escape around the insert, not just through it, but it also does, obviously, go through it, too. I just can’t imagine how an infection would take hold. (Insert standard disclaimer here about my lack of medical knowledge and how long it’s been since I stayed in a Holiday Inn Express.)

Security
The Steelheart wins here hands-down because it actually is secure. When the PA ring and fixing is in place, there’s no way that meat’s getting out short of the key, a power tool, or a bloody mess. The L02 is slightly more secure than the JB since the insert makes it just that much trickier to pull out, but it’s still totally possible. In a perfect world, there’d be a way to integrate a security screw-type element to the L02 that would go into the PA piercing not unlike how a Prince’s wand works. If the L02 had something like that, it’s be almost as secure as the SH.

Of course, this brings up a downside to wearing the L02 for long periods: There’s nothing in my PA piercing. Eventually, that will cause the piercing to shrink and possibly even close, but I’ve found I can just get my heavier 4 ga jewelry back in there after two weeks, so assuming she’ll let me out at least that often for eight hours or so, I’ll be in good shape.

Stealth
The L02 is dead quiet as there’s no moving parts to rattle or clank. It’s just like the JB in that regard (though the JB, when on, fits together more solidly due to the security screw and therefore might be just an infinitesimally bit quieter). The SH has multiple parts that sometimes rattle (especially during work outs). Also, the tube on the L02 is smaller than that on the SH and is therefore harder to see. Also also, since it has openings on the tube (again, like the JB) the profile of what is visible under pants isn’t as solid looking as the SH’s. After being in it for a bit, I think the L02’s tube could have been about .25 to .33 inches shorter which would have made it that much better from a visibility perspective.

I still appreciate having some variety in the devices Belle uses on me. All things considered, it’s the best device I’ve worn. It won’t stop me from suggesting to Belle we try new devices from time to time (I have, in particular, been thinking about this one lately), but perhaps the most telling factor in all this is, when she tells me to put anything but the Looker02 on, I’m disappointed.

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Thirty minutes of freedom

Last Sunday was a bit more than advertised. Belle did let me out and she did, in fact, fuck me. Also, I once again kept it together and resisted coming. Relatively speaking, I wasn’t even close. This brings my streak to five for the number of times Belle’s been able to get off on the penis without me ruining everything with an orgasm. Again, I thought about politics, but with baseball over and the election about to mercifully come to an end, I’m going to have to find another unsexy thing to keep my mind distracted from the feeling of her pussy sliding back and forth over the aching, neglected shaft.

She also let me have a go at her once she was through glowing and stuff. Her pussy felt incredibly hot and sensuous and I was once again sweating out my desire to come in her. Cold, damp sweat. I ended up leaking copiously, but no orgasm. Belle told me the ride was coming to an end and I withdrew about 80% and just moved the head back and forth feeling her labia playing over the overly sensitive glans. Holy fuck, you know? I’m almost shuddering now just typing these words…

In any event, the Looker 02 came off immediately prior to the fucking and the Steelheart Short went over the still-sticky meat immediately after. I never left the bed unlocked. Couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes of freedom, but they were action-packed.

Later that day, after her parents had been over for dinner, she told me in the kitchen that she wanted to go at it again. I pointed out the kids were still up and she rejoined that our bedroom had a door with a lock. With memories of coronal ridges bumping past labial folds dancing in my mind, we retired to the bedroom and locked said door.

I quickly discovered that the coronal ridge was out of luck. The device wasn’t coming off again. We both got naked (except for the steel) and I took up my position next to her, sucking and pinching her nipples and playing with her pussy. Outside the door, the dog was going to town on a squeaky toy.

“He’s excited for us,” Belle said.

“Errhurmph,” I said, mouth full of tit.

“Well, he’s excited for me, anyway.”

“Ermph,” I replied.

I have a remarkably well-tuned sense of how her orgasms develop now and I could tell things weren’t coming along as they should. She brought out Pink, her favorite vibrator, and I used that instead of my fingers. Still, no dice. She took it out of my hand and benched me from below-the-belt action so I redoubled my attention to her nipples. Eventually, she came, but it was a different kind of orgasm. Longer and broader as opposed to a sharp crescendo  Belle’s just one of those girls who has a hard time with the multiple orgasm thing. More like a guy that way, actually.

Anyway, since then I’ve been back in the Steelheart after quite a lot of time in the Looker. It’s taken me all week to readjust at night. The nocturnal erections are a lot more intense in the SH-S with its smaller ring and tighter gap. Given a few more days, I’ll probably be sleeping through most of it, but it’s a very different experience from both the Looker and the Jail Bird (both with slightly larger rings).

It’s now been just over four months since my last orgasm. That’s clearly record territory. Belle mentioned last night that I’m just two months away from my next chance to have one and I suppose I should be looking forward to that, but I’m ambivalent. If I can go six months, I can go for the rest of my life, right?

Right?

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Happiest penis on earth

We’re back from our journey deep into the heart of the Happiest Place on Earth.

For those who were wondering from my previous post on the subject, the West coast version of the HPOE does not use metal detecting wands on park guests. That meant, after the first day, I was in the L02 until we departed. It’s hard to be around so many people and wonder how many other men are locked up. Or how many would like to be if only they could build up the courage to bring it up with their partner.

Anyway, it was good that the device was off for at least one reason on that first day since it was our wedding anniversary. To celebrate, we booked massages at the spa in the resort. In the past, my experience with massages has been that they leave a towel or other cloth for you to climb under during the rubbing, but in this case, the sheet was whisper thin. When on my back, I’m quite sure the masseuse (a guy who had a definite gay vibe about him) could see if I was circumcised (and that, of course, made me very much aware of the massage-induced tumescence that can spring to life from time to time). Any device would have plainly been on display. In general, I wouldn’t advise anyone wear one to a massage unless it’s your thing to share your sex life with strangers. Personally, I wish we lived in a culture where it would be acceptable, but really, it’s not. In any event, I had a 90-minute deep-tissue rub-down that left me rubbery, fragrant, and slick with oil. Really great. I need these more often.

Belle mentioned during our fantastic dinner afterward that the resort’s security allowed for me to be in my usual state and that I would be the next morning. Beforehand, though, she took advantage of our private bedroom and the penis’ availability to bring herself to orgasm while fucking me from on top. This is about four times now that she’s been able to do that without me coming which is a feat I’m pretty happy about. She prefers penetrative orgasms and I’m very pleased to be able to help her get them. At least for the past several times, I’ve been able to put myself in a place that keeps me far enough away from coming as necessary. This means I don’t actually get a lot of pleasure from the sex, but that’s not the point anyway. And usually, she let’s me go for a ride after her post-orgasmic glow recedes. Then, I can fuck like I mean it, but without the natural pay-off.

I went right back into the Looker as soon as we got home and remain there now, though Belle’s mentioned she might want to get off on the penis again this weekend. Not sure exactly, but I’ve been wearing the new device for probably just over a month total now. Interestingly, the urethral plug has become less and less noticeable during that time. I still feel it every once in a while, but it’s nothing at all like it was for the first week or so. Like wearing a device in general, the fact that I have this seven to eight centimeter titanium tube impaling the penis has become second nature. For those wondering, there’s been no internal pain or discomfort. After it comes out, it feels as though it was never in. Even the weird cavitating sensation I talked about when peeing, while still present, is no longer a discomfort.

The only issue I’m having with the L02 right now may or may not have anything to do with the plug. For some reason, since putting it back on when I got home, I’ve been getting the foreskin and edge of the glans pinched against the edge of the cap on the end of the cage when laying on my stomach in bed or after shifting my seated positon, etc. Not all the time, but enough times that it’s noticeable and not a fluke thing. I don’t know what’s changed, but I wonder if the penis isn’t moving as freely along the plug as it once was. When wearing a steel device for a long time, there will eventually form deposits like hard water scale. In the Steelheart, this happens near the inside end of the tube where the little bit of urine that doesn’t drain can sit. It’s possible something similar is happening on the plug shaft and that’s keeping the penis from settling in as far as it used to which, in turn, is leaving things in a pinch-able position. The way to deal with these deposits is to soak the device for a few minutes in vinegar. Afterward, they rub right off. Kinda like getting the scale out of your coffee maker. If Belle lets me out this weekend, I’ll do that and see how things change (assuming she puts me back into the L02 and not one of her other options).

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Scruffy and smelling of wood smoke

Back from my weekend away from Belle. It was the last hurrah hang out in the woods with the squirrels and other furry critters (and friends) weekend of the year. Not in tents this time but all huddled together in a rude, uninsulated “cabin” in the sticks. Belle at first said I’d be going in the Steelheart but I’m not ashamed (OK, maybe a little) to say I begged to be let out beforehand and she gave me the key.

The night I got back (and after I showered off four days of campfire stink and shaved off a week of stubble), she didn’t make me go back in so I was treated to the pleasure of falling asleep next to her truly naked with the penis nestled up against her pointedly disinterested hand. It got kind of hard but sensed it was being ignored and let me sleep. Being jammed into the cabin left little privacy outside the inside of my sleeping bag, but I was able to whip it out and jack off on the highway a few times. Of course, not to completion.

Yesterday morning, she left out the Looker 02 for me to put on after I got back from the trainer. When she told me what the timing would be (after I worked out and she went to work), I was planning on getting some nice edging in before going back under the lock and key, but was surprised to find I forgot all about that and was back in the device before I had a chance to do anything. I wanted to play with the penis but apparently wanted back in a device more (or perhaps I’m just that well trained at this point). In any event, I put the L02 on after lubing the tube with nothing more than my own spit. The bulbous end got hung up at the opening before popping in and getting swallowed up by the penis. It’s been maybe ten days or so since I last had the tube shoved up there and it didn’t feel quite the same this time. Still very invasive and never far from mind, but every little motion wasn’t telegraphed through the sensitive walls of the urethra. I guess it’s been broken in like a shoe. Regardless, it’s surprising how quickly this kind of invasion has become just another standard part of my chastity.

In other news, I was able to sneak a try at the Fleshlight Flight masturbator before I left. Suffice it to say, if I had had this thing and the internet when I was 19, I never would have left the fucking house. I fear for the future of our species. I’m pretty sure young men’s biological motivations to hooking up with young females will be totally short-circuited by this wonder of space age materials. No, I didn’t come, but holyjesusfuckingchrist, did I get close. Lots of leakage which I let dribble into the squishy sleeve. After regaining my composure, I’d fuck it again all sloppy and lubed up with my own warm semen and that shit just about made my head explode (both of them). I’m not saying it’s better than Belle, but if I didn’t know, it’d be good enough that I’m not sure I’d be all that motivated to find out what a real girl was like. Which leads me to worrying about our reproductive future. In any event, if you’re the kind of boy who get’s to masturbate and come and all that, you should check this shit out.

In a week, the whole famn damliy head off for a theme park vacation. I can’t be locked up for travel, of course, but it’ll be really weird if she lets me stay out for five full days. The Happiest Place on Earth would be just a little happier if at least one penis in it was trapped in a steel cage.

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Flashback

Remember that time when you first started seeing your significant other? When you’d want to put every little bit of them in your mouth and thought the taste of their spit was the best thing ever and that they smelled like magical unicorn butterflies (work with me here)? And when you fucked them all you could hear in the back of your head was, “DEEPER!!” and you’d be all like, “I’m in as deep as I can be!” and that voice would say, “Oh hell, let me,” and you’d try to grind yourself past the point of absolute total insertion and dangerously close to pelvic trauma? As if you could, if you just pressed hard enough, actually fuck yourself inside of them. And every other word out of your mouth was telling them how much you loved them because, truly, you did and couldn’t stop saying it?

Yeah, that was me on Sunday. Belle let me get her off and then I begged to be let out so I could take a ride. She thought about it for longer than I thought she would and would have been OK for different reasons with either answer, but she eventually said yes. The key came out and the Looker 02 slid off and out and, despite the impatient boner, I got the ring off. Then I was Mr. First Paragraph man.

No, I never came. Of course I didn’t. But it was great. So great. She told me she wanted me to put on the Steelheart, so that’s where I am now. Not much else to report, really. Being in the Steelheart is like being in the house you grew up in. A little tight, but homey and comforting. I’m away from Belle starting tomorrow until next Monday night. Not sure what she’ll expect my state to be whilst away. Probably find out later tonight.

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Squirty squirt

So I’m tending the porn farm yesterday and getting somewhat worked up and noticed that in the week I’ve been wearing the Looker 02 I haven’t leaked yet. In either of the other devices, it’s pretty typical to find my nuts coated in clear slippery fluid after setting up a bunch of dirty pictures to post all day long, but not with the Looker. I’m guessing that whatever the flow rate of precum is, it’s not strong enough to push the goo though the narrow tube of the Looker’s plug. Either that or the stuff is just too viscous to make it through. Or some combination.

Afterward, I hopped in the shower. The Looker does need cleaning even though most of the urine goes out the plug. Some leaks around the plug and gets trapped where head of the penis presses into the steel cap at the end of the device’s cage. Using the handheld shower head, I take it off “gentle rain” and put it on “watery deathstick” and pull the device forward so the penis slides down the plug and exposes the space between it and the cap. Then I spray the fuck out of it. A nice side effect of this is the sensation of watery deathstick on the head of the penis is fucking amazing. Like, makes my knees buckle kind of amazing. I would never be able to come that way, but it feels good.

Once the shower was done, I was toweling off as usual. I ran the towel up my inner thigh and shoved it up between my legs to get things nice and dry. That put a lot of pressure on my perineum and that caused a long violent squirt of precum to shoot across the shower. All over the wall and towel. So, the stuff is still up there, it just needs some help getting out.

It’s a week now that the L02’s been on and in me. I’m starting to become accustomed to the feeling of it being gripped by my morning wood so that I barely woke up this morning. I can still tell it’s in there, of course. From time to time it’ll give me a tickle. But after seven days, I can say nothing bad has happened. Occasionally, when I bend over to tie my shoe or something, it’ll give a jab to remind me it’s there, but it’s not like “OH SHIT!” it’s more like “oh, right.” Sometimes, when the penis is soft, I like to slide the device back and forth to make the bulb end of the plug travel an inch or so up and down my urethra. That doesn’t last long, though. Inevitably, the plumbing kicks in and everything gets tight.

Belle’s had a couple tough weeks at work and we haven’t had any personal time to speak of. Except for the few seconds I showed it to her  the first day I put it on, the penis has been on “set it and forget it” mode. Hopefully, that will change soon. I’m needing a little bunny lovin’.

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Risk

Over on the Looker 02 review, someone asked if I could address the risk of contracting a urinary track infection from the device. Of course, I cannot. I’ve only just started wearing it, after all, and most of my medical knowledge comes from watching St. Elsewhere when I was a kid (it was on after The Cosby Show and Family Ties – maybe the best night on TV ever…but I digress).

This UTI thing follows conversations about devices like the Looker 02 all around the internet. I guess that’s to be expected and I admit leaving something up your dick for a while must statistically increase your risk of getting an infection to some degree. But, since all we have is anecdotal information in the first place, I have to say the only people I’ve read talking about this eventuality are those who haven’t worn the device. Those who have (including a commenter here on my blog who wore a similar Steelworxx device for two months solid) haven’t, as far as I saw when looking into it, reported problems. All I do know is I urinate about eight times a day, presumably flushing the tube of contaminates each time. Some even leaks around the tube which seems to help keep it lubricated and probably cleans it a bit. But in the end, I just don’t know.

What we’re really talking about here is a risk/reward calculation.

If you downhill ski, you’re running a risk of ending up like Sonny Bono. If you swim in the ocean, you’re running the risk of ending up like Chrissie (or of just drowning). If you ride a motorcycle, you run the risk of becoming an organ donor. In our society, we indulge in risky behavior all the time and, while the behavior may or may not be acknowledged to be risky, it’s generally accepted as OK (and even cool in the case of the motorcycles). It’s only when we get to sex that the giant RISKY hammer comes down hard. Yes, you can contract all kinds of diseases from sex (some easily dealt with, some chronic or deadly without treatment) and you can create new life and all the super unsexy responsibilities that come with it, but you can also experience intense pleasure from sex. Sexual contact is one of the great gifts of humanity. Diversity of sexual expresion is one of the things that defines us as human beings (and the freedom to express our sexuality is one of the things that defines a great society).

I’m not saying everyone should feel free to have unprotected sex of all kinds with whoever they want all the time. I’m saying there’s a risk/reward scenario at work in every sexual situation. Should you let that guy you just met fuck you bareback on the first date? No, that’s stupid. You could get HIV or pregnant or something (depending on your gender combinations – I’m trying not to presume). Should you give him a blowjob? Well, you could get a desease that way, but the chances are low. Would you rather give him a blowjob through a condom? Ew. You decide. Should you have sex on a picnic table? You could get arrested, you know. Should you let that top put a ball gag in your mouth? You could choke on your own vomit and die. Etc, etc. Similarly, should you practice long-term orgasm denial? I, for example, haven’t come since July and won’t until January (hopefully). Some research says that might be bad for my health, but other research says it’s nothing to worry about. Personally, I’ve decided to risk the consequences for the reward.

Same goes for the Looker 02. I might end up with a UTI or I might not. If I do, it’s an easy thing to get rid of (though it sounds like a bummer of a thing to have). I’m OK with that.

To me, the excessive bias against “risky” sexual behavior in our culture has more to do with a built-in prejudice against anything that’s not male-female monogamous/married missionary-style sex than an actual evaluation of any given activity’s chances of doing you harm. Each degree of movement away from that basic starting point ratchets up the risk sirens and we’re taught that risk in sex IS NOT WORTH IT. Do nothing risky! Play it safe! It’s not worth the consequences!

Well, I say it is. Sometimes. Sex is worth the risks.

Note that this post is not directed at the commenter who asked the original question. I didn’t perceive any kind of judgemental bullshit from them. Their comment was just the catalyst that eventually led me to write this.