Trusting Muggles

If you are like me, you have your muggle side and your very dirty fun perverted non muggle side. While, occasionally these two may cross paths, the majority of your life is spent in one or other other world. In my case, I have new muggle friends who came from the perverted side and, after thorough vetting and lots of conversations in advance, these people are now part of my general life including muggle Facebook, muggle Instagram, corporate announcements, and wonderfully muggly pictures of Axel, Stella, my Mom and more showing up every time they log in because I am a social media whore (though nothing like Thumper cause who has the time?).

In arriving at that status with me, these people did not apply, they did not sign confidentiality agreements, nor did they have to pass a test of any kind. They were and are simply people where there was a mutual connection, mutual trust, and a desire to be part of the bigger life which, in many ways, has made my journey so complete. Knowing that these doctors, lawyers, and mechanics who, by day, do boring things, and by night, do all sorts of fun fetish things with some even hoping they will actually be allowed to touch their penis this year, make me a better person, all around. As I said, the trust is mutual too as I didn’t have to do anything to have them reciprocate with their muggleness either.

All of this is wonderful, though, until it isn’t and I thought I would write this as just a general reminder to everyone who is entrusted with the vanilla, that you have a responsibility to always, and I mean, always, keep your end of the bargain. The case in point comes from one of my kink friends who, last week, posted a picture of his wife and her new car on his muggle Facebook innocently showing how happy she was and how beautiful the two of them (her and the car) were together. Like most posts by him, it was popular and his kids commented about riding in it, her coworkers pretended to be jealous, and most people liked it simply being happy for them. It was a great post until his one non muggle friend, who was clearly not thinking, made a comment akin to “dude, that whole you being a cuck is really working out for her. You may never get your dick uncaged again”. Yep, he did it and apparently went on about his day as if he wasn’t the biggest douche bag in the world while my friend and his wife raced to see who could get to a keyboard faster in an effort to delete the post, unfriend him, and wait to see who or what may have seen it in the interim. That exchange led to a very terse series of phone calls that afternoon and, while no apparent real damage was done, that sense of trust was violated and he has made it more tough for all new non muggles who follow for them and, frankly, me as well.

I get the fact that the dude wasn’t thinking for a few minutes. I mean, I am the guy that once posted a picture of my Steelheart, luckily empty, on my own Facebook page before calling Thumper in a panic, from a meeting, a few minutes later promising all kinds of sexual favors if he would log in and delete that for me. It’s going to happen to all of us in some way or another so I would advise creating an emergency plan now – mine is Thumper has my passwords because I trust him and know he would be fast enough (Axel, in a panic, would forget how to even sign on) to help me in that embarrassing spot and/or be prepared for the reality of the situation.

So, all that to say, a reminder that if you are a trusted muggle, never forget the responsibility you have and, if you are going to betray that trust, with me especially, do it in a grand style cause it will certainly be the last time.

Drying Ink

Well, the ink is officially dry (and a bit scratchy and scaly now) and I am officially more of an inked badass than I was this time last week. As it turns out, I’m about twice as big of one as I wanted it to be, but the artist was so fucking amazing that I let him have the control and he made it so much more than I could have imagined in his talent, work, design, and, well, time. It reveals too much about my muggle life to be able to post a pic here, but I thought about doing a part of it or blacking out some, but I also hesitate to mutilate the work of the artist by doing so. Would that be wrong?

Anyway, the experience hurt more than I remembered and I thank Mack for standing in the shower with me, pulling off the bloody bandage and then spending what seemed like hours (likely 10 minutes) wiping and washing the blood, plasma, and extra ink off of me before he needed to go out and get drinks with those who were not as delicate as me that evening. And, a thanks to Axel whose first words upon seeing it were “fuck, that is beautifully hot“.  At that stage I needed that because I likened this to the first time I bought a house in that it’s every single thing you wanted but once you sign the papers you have that sick feeling in your stomach. That’s how I felt about the ink and, in a few ways, still do, though every day that goes by makes me happier about it.

In some ways, I think the tattoo represents the fact that I cannot take back my kinky side anymore, not that I want to. I mean, the PA will close if I took it out and the cage can come off, but this is now part of me and, since DualDrew 2014 is actually part of it, I have now blended my worlds in a way that is forever marked (FYI, my answer to “what is that” from the muggle friends is always- “you’ll find out at my funeral”, which pisses them off and further their beliefs that I am a spy). In no way am I ashamed, but, for me, I remember when my closet door crashed down and I was suddenly in the world as a gay man, I missed my space in the closet occasionally until I fully adjusted. This is that and this will be great.

I think my next adventure is to seek out a personal trainer who will work with me on a distance level and set clear and exact specifications after understanding my weird life. I have discovered I cannot find this motivation alone and every extra pound proves that, so it’s the only way that will likely work. I can hire one at my local gym, I know, but I would rather travel to someone once a month for goals, discipline and/or reward as I think it would be a nice step in my evolution to look and feel better. If anyone has any recommendations, feel free to reach out!

So, off to the Great White North for a few days (can I say that in summer?) and then home before three weeks down under. Have a good week.

Badder Ass Self – Inked Edition

So, it’s me. I’m not even going to pretend that I will ever better about writing as it is what it is. Life in the air really feels like life in the air these days because nothing is solid. But, I have taken off this week which means I will only work about 25 percent of the time, so all in all the break will be good.

Anyway, speaking of the air, hello from the 26,000 feet. I am somewhere in north Michigan or crossing into Canada (I’m looking for that big black divider line that’s on the maps out the window) and I am in my favorite seat, 1A, heading to Montreal to see the Steelwerks family and my friend Mack from Australia who is in the States visiting family. Mack is being fitted for a cage at SW which is always fun to watch, but the big news is that I am here to have the small tattoo I have on my back expanded and reworked. If you are familiar with Chris from SW, you know he has two, three, or ninety seven tattoos all over himself, so when it came time to mark me, I asked him to a referral and help with a design. So, we made an appointment with the artist who he exclusively works with months ago and tomorrow is the big day.

I am a bit nervous, well, let’s just say my type a side is freaking out, because I have not seen a draft of the design. I described what I wanted to the artist via text and he’s coming up with a concept that, I assume, we will go through together tomorrow when we arrive (Mack is going with me as apparently Chris has to make cages for soon to be limited penises). It’s likely I will never show this up close to anyone picture wise on the blog because this one is deeply personal and will contain identifying information for me and those I love, including Axel, Thumper, and Mack. Basically I asked for a series of letters and numbers that will be connected inside a diagram of a plane and each of these will Mark things like my anniversary, my wedding, the start of this blog and the assumption of the Dual Drew identity and the initials of four people that forever changed my life. Yes, yes, I know that one should never have names or initials placed on their body, but this is discrete (it’s not like I will have THUMPER drafted down my inner forearm) (yet), but the intention behind this is that when I am old and in a home, the hot hot young boy I have paid to care for me might ask “what does DD or DT stand for?” and, hopefully, that will flood my memory with the happy thoughts of my forties when I finally found most of myself. Again, I am looking very forward to seeing this and designing the final product, but I just hope it’s not a unicorn with a bunny riding it spreading glitter-cause I so don’t want to copy what’s already on Mack’s leg.

The kink world has been up and down. Ax and I have had good, nasty, perverted episodes and we have had sweet moments laying on the couch watching Game of Thrones with nary an erection in sight. But that’s both life and another story as this one is still about my bad ass metal dicked self getting even more ink to be a badder ass (for those new, I cling to this tiny side of me when I am giving yet another presentation in a gray Brooks Brothers suit and boring, yet stylish, tie).

Have a great week and if I run from the artist, start weeping, or cause a scene with my badder bad ass self, I will make sure Mack logs in to give you the embarrassing details.

The Shining

If you have read these posts awhile, you know I have a thing for German cars. The precision. The handling. The ergonomics. The touch. The shine. The control. These machines, when driven right, and not in the stupid Eco Mode they all have now, make you feel like you are driving it versus it driving you (yes, I know, when our Tesla arrives I will go the exact opposite way), but one of the best things I like is, well, the service experience.

Now, I have often compared the products of Steelwerks’ to a German car for all the exact reasons listed above, and now, I also include service, though they do not offer free coffee or donuts and your choice of seating is rather erotic as it’s the amazing antique barber’s chair that you have undoubtably seen on the Twitter. I am saying all of this a bit lighter than it should be because it wasn’t an emergency and my “check chastity” light had not even blinked let alone stayed lit, but I needed just a tad more space for my PA to travel in my Titanium Schandmaske (possibly the best steelwerk’s product for pierced casual wearers or newbies as it’s just amazing and relatively inexpensive – without a six month wait too – though some lock in this device 24/7 since it can go through airport security and is clean and light with just as much security)

Anyway, to make a long story short, I had a dead day between where I had to be Monday and where I had to be Wednesday, so I decided to fly through Montreal and hang out with my Steelwerks’ besties for the day and, while I was there, have Chris make that slight adjustment and, also just like a German car dealer, shine my puppy up like brand new before redelivering it to be (you know, from 3 feet away). My schandmaske looks amazing and, when I get to my hotel in a bit (didn’t want to wear it through customs), my penis will be shinier than it’s been in months. Maybe I will tweet pics, maybe. You know how I hate showing my metal though. Ha.

The unscheduled maintenance aside, I always have a blast just sitting in there working on my shit while he and his team make, polish and clean things. I am sure to an outsider it would have to be funny sight as I am, even dressed down, clearly an outsider in there sitting in the aforementioned chair typing away on my MacBook and looking at spread sheets, while all around me the inked people play with metal peni and things that go on lady parts. It’s quite a scene. But one of my favorites.

But, it’s time for me to get on a plane so I will make this one shorter. Soon I will post about the second part of the day with J., Steelwerk’s business super senior executive director of business, customer experience, finance and resident therapist. Just being around this one is a great day in itself, so more soon.

Finally, Chris wanted me to say that to any of his customers who want to travel to Montreal to have your junk’s junk polished, he will shine you up for free. J. asked me to mention there would be a nominal charge, but just tell them Drew sent you and you will be shiny as me soon!



80 – Nasty Pig style.

Back before I knew him and back in the days when I would just wait for the next post on Denying Thumper, I always wondered why Thump would leave us hanging, why he didn’t check in more, why in the world would he not post every day now and why were  there times when he did. Well, now I know. Life. Family. Sex drive. Body issues.

However, here we are and, while I would like to follow up the last few posts by describing the dungeon like setting of my home and how Ax and I are naked all the time, but, nah, the day that was supposed to happen was the first day that my mother didn’t remember who I was (for just a brief second) and then the non sexiness of life just continued to happen. But we are persistent and determined and this is not a post to complain about that as much as it is to just be an update.

I have also decided that I think we need a new house to truly go forward.  We don’t have the white walls, black floors, and massive space that every great Tumblr picture has., so that surely has to be it. I mean, have you ever noticed that? My house has 115 year old wood floors always in need of another refinish, caked on dust in the corners that got there some time in 1965 and cannot be scrubbed away, and dog hair that appears out of nowhere even when you think it’s all gone. We simply don’t have the sexy house, so how can we be sexy? It makes perfect sense in my straw grabbing now.

However, in the kink world, there is always something funny happening, right? For me, it was today when I went to see my parents. See, about three weeks ago when I was in Australia my Dad came to my house to do me a favor for something I can’t even remember why. When we were talking he mentioned he had forgotten his hat so I told him to look at the wall in the mudroom and just grab one of mine as I have way too many to ever wear anyway. He grabbed one he liked and a week or so later told me that he was wearing it all the time and he wanted to “buy it from me” which made me laugh, but I told him to just keep it, of course. I never thought about it again at all until this morning when I drove up and he greeted me wearing his new cap for which he is so fucking proud. Yep, it was sure something to be proud of as my 80 year old father was sporting my black on black Nasty Pig logo cap, the one with the pig snout on it. Now, he has no idea what it is and likely thinks it’s from the Piggly Wiggly, a former fixture in the South, but I honestly couldn’t look at him without laughing and visualizing him in a crowd of shirtless men in Nasty Pig jocks and hats. The reality is he doesn’t go anywhere that anyone would know what it was, except Lowes and Home Depot, so it’s not that much of a threat, but it’s going to have to just disappear one day when I visit despite the fact it will break his heart. Though, in the right crowd I wonder how many points I’d get when he told them that his son gave it to him? Of course, that’s also kinda creepy cause he’s not hot at all.

So, we find humor where we find it, right?

The other thing on my mind is a new friend of mine who is adorable and married to an equally adorable man and a conversation we had about open marriages, as they have one as well. Now, they are both 30 and much much more hot than me and Ax, but their rules are something akin to “rarely alone and mostly together” when it comes to outside sex, something I think that happens pretty frequently in their world. He was pretty much equally flummoxed by mine and Axel’s rules are “never together and rarely ever” and we started chatting about the couples we know and how no two are alike such as Belle and Thumper, and others you would know from here.

That started me thinking about other agreements and who has what so I thought I would pose that here and ask for stories, rules, etc. Always an interesting read and we might learn something to.

So, comment away.

The Men.

So, part two of the New Axel post, though it will deserve its own name when I am done with it. In the previous installment I said:

This installment of thoughts has to do with me and Axel and our changing, for the good, dynamic, my friendships with Mack and Jeep and the truly good things that come from them, and professional worries as I am now in the very active stages of the new job which basically means I have a certain period to prove myself and I am now right smack dab in the middle of it, and the fact that I miss both Thumper and Bolt, though I continue to talk with both almost daily.

In writing the first post, I decided it would be better to split them because, while they all effect the other, they are, indeed, truly different dynamics.

First, I think I want to officially say that I miss Thumper and Bolt. I haven’t given either much press lately, though the rabbit does do his own PR, but I am looking very forward to having a few meals with him, beating his ass, and/or just letting him drive me around and tell me cool news stories and shit that he pays attention to better than anyone. While we both were on the other side of the world together, a quick lunch was not an option, so our next get together should be great and I will be attempting to schedule it soon.

Also on the other side of the world is Bolt, who is steadily remaining chaste as his 100 days are drawing near. I would like to be there for that orgasm, but I think we will have to rely on Skype or something similar for that – do you think anyone has ever created a video of such a thing? Ha. He’s been good though and I am looking so forward to having him come hang out with me and Ax while we do all sorts of fun things to him and his metal dick and just to him being a regular part of our day to day again, as we both miss that.

Now, the bulk of this post is about Mack and Jeep.

While it wasn’t mentioned so much here, there was a plan in place where Jeep was going to actively be called our Sir in a very structured manner. What I think we have all determined is that while a structure is not going to work per se, due to Mack’s singleness (come on Sirs, the personal ad for him is still active – he’s adorbs) and my other side of the world-ness, Jeep will always be called Sir by both of us and always play a key role in whatever we do and who we do it with. Mack knows him much better than me, but I am getting there and this man deserves the Sir title and it’s very nice to know that wherever in the world I am, he will be a video call away as a shoulder or disciplinarian if needed.

While Mack and I were friends before both calling Jeep Sir (fyi, he had already done that for years and introduced us), I believe the concept that we could both be brothers in that new family dynamic has created a bond with him that I have honestly never experienced with another person, even Ax. I am not saying we are closer than me and Ax, just different as I have many of the same emotional feels for him in many ways, but not the complete sexual feels (though they could be called on if ever requested – who knows what Sir will do or random bar boys might request) or the nesting need to make a house or home with him. Axel described this as a “polyamorous relationship where two participants have not met” and, I think it’s pretty damn close to a good description. He’s VERY happy about it and loves that I have someone in the world in addition to him that I can 100% count on, and the fact that Mack can do the same and, his therapist side talking, he thinks it’s a great thing that guys can say things like “I love you” when parting or as an odd icebreaker at randomly attended dinner parties. I find it just a general comfort to know that there is this person out there that, because of this blog, will have my back and I his forever despite who we may fuck or even love in addition one day.

Now, most people would likely argue that term for this, but fuck em all. I dig it so it works – ha.

Wrapping this up, to Mack, Jeep, Bolt and Thumper (and of course, Ax) – you men make me better now and will in the future, kinks and all – well, especially the kinks part.


New Axel

Today is day one home: jet lag day. Actually, I tend to have either physical jet lag, mental jet lag, or, rarely, both. The last trip was the dreaded both, but this one I am thinking will just be slightly mental. Axel and I are getting away to a beach for four days starting tomorrow, so that will likely help with either or both.

Anyway, so today I call it mental jet lag because I am allowing obsessive thoughts to swirl around in my head. These are not necessarily bad thoughts at all, but just ones that really don’t need to have hours and hours of processing, yet there is no way to stop them. This installment of thoughts has to do with me and Axel and our changing, for the good, dynamic, my friendships with Mack and Jeep and the truly good things that come from them, and professional worries as I am now in the very active stages of the new job which basically means I have a certain period to prove myself and I am now right smack dab in the middle of it, and the fact that I miss both Thumper and Bolt, though I continue to talk with both almost daily.

On the Axel front, he is really coming into his own as far as dominance and I could not be more happy, but do have a bit of the “be careful what you wished for” thoughts in my head as it seems I may get exactly that. As you know, he has found a domestic slave that is keeping our house and yard very tidy while Ax keeps his dick locked and his ass plugged. This is a new experience for both of them and the slave is taking to this like nothing I have ever seen before. He’s not plugged 23 hours a day, every day (with the XL WMCPB that doesn’t hold him open) and has been locked in a holy trainer for almost 10 weeks now without one single complaint or one request to be released, which is damn impressive. This has given Ax more confidence than ever and I have come home to a new, more confident husband who has no problem pulling out a locking gag when he wants quiet (trust me) or creating rules and structure. In fact, during my flight home yesterday I received a four week for “initial training” document that will have me on a diet and gym routine so that I am down 10 pounds, regularly bound, disciplined when needed and, of course, locked in one of my cages for the duration. Oh, did I mention he had a collar made for me and wants me naked all the time – except for specific boots that I am to order tonight? Yeah, he did. I am thrilled and terrified but mostly thrilled. It shod be noted that, he said, “all of this is to make me a better dominant to my boys – Thumper and Bolt, and that he is sure they will both thank him in time”. 

Um, whimper.

The reality of the above is an amazing place that I had hoped for years to get to, but right now I am having a bit of trouble fully comprehending it all which I blame on the jet lag. Because of that, we are not fully implementing anything until after the vacation, though elements have already started happening. The funniest thing is that from all of that above, the biggest thing I have issue with is being naked, something I have always just hated and have blamed on low body self esteem though I think there is more to it than that. But, it doesn’t appear like I will have a choice in the matter, so I should adjust I would imagine. (Do any of you subs out there have any tips for this or the above?)

Again, there is no part of me that is complaining and I welcome almost every single bit of that, especially the parts that will help me get into the shape I want to be in as I think that will help that part of me that needs to be more open about this side of myself – though that is finally happening as well.

The second part of the mental screaming today has to do with Jeep and Mack, Thumper and Bolt, but I think I will post that in a follow up to this to keep things more short (a new goal of mine).

Stay tuned for the continuing story…


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Hello from somewhere over Queensland from seat 5a (and from Mack who is next to me in 5b -as he flew to meet me to spend some time together before he starts a big, new adventure). The longest trip of my life is coming to a close and, professionally, it’s been a really good few weeks and, personally, it’s been even better, despite the fact I am in a pissy mood today.

The beauty of now working primarily on the other side of the globe is I have found a new freedom to express my kinks and discuss, quite openly with strangers, the idea of control, how I love, like, and hate it. This is followed by and how all of these elements are now playing a part in my daily life and this is something I still find myself amused that I was doing. For instance, earlier this week I was chatting with a lad on Scruff about kinks and, within minutes, I was showing him pics of Mack’s locked cock – accidentally in that because I was looking for mine, saw the Axel and forgot special people in my life also wear it from time to time and, for one fleeting moment, I had a dick as big as Mack’s.

The next day, I reconnected with the beautiful, and I mean beautiful, Master slave couple I met two years ago in Sydney.  I had the pleasure of watching these two professionals by day/leather by night men interact with each other in tones that just emulated authority, respect and, well, love. The Master was kind enough to offer his boy be available to show me things should I request it, but, not really knowing what to do with that, I said I preferred to watch him use the boy. He did and, within minutes, he showed me exactly how the boy is trained in ways that showed all the same elements of the the daily interactions mentioned above.  I was impressed, I was turned on, and, in some ways, I was a bit worried because I am just not one to ever be in the room while others are having sex though I was quickly able to channel that use the energy for my lessons. The use continued and Master asked me if there was something I was most curious about and, based on some of the posts he had read on here, he knew fisting was on table for the rabbit. He asked me if I would like to see it and have him show me how to use my hand and then asked the boy if he’d be up for it. After lookIng at the size of my hands and after having a slight gasp, his answer was “of course, Sir” and what immediately followed was me gathering towels (apparently they didn’t need to be soaked in boiling water like they are in movies when a lady goes into labor in a car – oh the looks I got), boy getting comfy, and me sitting inches away from a newly gaping asshole as Master showed me how to move my fingers, how to twist my arm, and how to listen for signs of good or bad. It was soon my turn to go and, while I did manage most of my hand, my size was just too much. So, while I may not have achieved the goal, I do now have knowledge and a certificate that only certain people are allowed to see (Hiiiiiiiii Thumper).

Fast forward a week or more and last night Mack and I had an adventure as we went to dinner with two of his friends followed by drinks at a local, very local, bar. Mack was immediately hit on by a gorgeous young Aussie who immediately gained all of Mack’s attention and created the first of several violations of the bro code for the evening/weekend, but they were cute together, so I vowed to let it go. Now, after what felt like about two hours of me standing all lonely like against the wall watching my best friend have fun without me (phrased in a Jewish mother way just because I can tease Mack a bit), I decided to go home as it was about 1:36 in the morning and I  was flat tired. Mack agreed and, to his delight, young sexy Aussie was in the back seat of the Uber with us regaling him with stories of the fun he had had at recess this week and summer camp last year. I honestly was absolutely fine with this and very very happy for Mack, as we had a two bedroom suite. We arrived, they went to the room on the  left, I went to the main room on the right and from the sounds through the wall I could tell that Mack was  proudly showing him how far he could spread his legs. My portable speaker was just not enough to cover this fun. The small voyeur part of me enjoyed this and, as I laid on the bed without clothes on – since its was bedtime, Mack quietly slipped into my room, himself naked, and said, “um, young sexy Aussie wants to know if you would like to watch“.  I was rather dumbfounded and after asking Mack if he was fine with it, I jumped out of bed and proceeded to watch my best friend do things I didn’t know he could do and my respect for him increased dramatically (remember, we used to call him PlugBoy). I was incredibly impressed, slightly turned on, but really uncomfortable and worried about where to stand and what exactly to look at more than anything else. Also, like everything else in my mind, as Mack’s naked ass waived in the air, I saw something I had forgotten to pack, noticed that the light outside was left on, and then critiqued every piece of furniture in the room. I was very very happy to be a part of this, felt special that I was asked, but incredibly and immediately mad at myself because I didn’t know what to do and was not standing there with a raging erection like I am supposed to do according to Tumblr. Again, I do know that this was not something covered in Miss Beverley’s cotillion classes when I was eleven so I have an excuse, but I felt like the big naked guy in the room without a role and without a plan.  However, I learned a lot and, when you are not an actual participant, watching other men orgasm is almost a funny thing. In this case I compared it to Elaine’s dancing in Seinfeld, but won’t tell you which one or why.

A few hours later and on the plane we sit and I am in a funk because both of these sexual experiences and including the bar experience of feeling alone, brought up so many inadequacies in my head that I have spent most of the day questioning why I can’t operate like a slut or why am I not comfortable just diving into sex like most of my friends would. These things, combined with the regular end of a long trip shit, just really ruined the day, though I know it will get better soon. Mack and I talked a lot about this today and it’s just so funny where we all personally find ourselves out of our box. As a for instance, yesterday morning I gave a presentation to 60 people for almost four hours. My guide was late and go us lost in the rain, so I walked in 20 minutes after it was supposed to start, dripping wet, and clicked open my visuals and started immediately covering some pretty serious topics without blink and without the slightest hint of hesitancy. Then, 12 hours later I can’t talk to anyone in a bar, crazy!

So, here are three stories of the last few weeks. There are more and, like we always try to do when I am gone, Ax and I are planning to “step it up” in our kinky sex lives the minute I walk in the door, so, if that happens, I promise photos.

Check In from the Other Side of the World

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Hi. Remember me? It’s been forever but I have just stepped away from the public side of kink and chastity to just do life and adjust to the new job and all the things that go with increased travel.

So, with that, hello from Tasmania (pic above) where I am sitting on a couch next to my friend Mack, who you all know from previous posts, having one final glass of wine capping off a day of day drinking. I am not typically one to do that, but as Axel said to me tonight via text, “I love that you are with Mack because he’s social and he makes you better by making you do things”. So, as usual he is right and he and I continue what I think is one of the most special, intimate, yet non sexual friendships I have ever had, with Chris from Steelwerks being a close second only because he doesn’t live in the hemisphere where I am now (I mean, both see my penis regularly and that’s not something most friends I have get to do, you know?).

This trip is 27 days long which is insanity and not something I will do again. The funny part is Thumper is just a few countries away from me for about 29 days himself and we will both get back to the US around the same time. He and I have texted almost every day on this side of the globe and, whether he knows it or not, I fully intend to hone my Dom skills with him when we are both over the jet lag. At the right moment, I think he will be okay with this.

As for Axel, he is gearing up hi Dom side and I could not be happier. He now has a non sexual service sub at home that is really helping him grow. The sub is probably one of the most natural slaves I have ever met because he just gets off on being of service and, selfishly, I love it because our house has never been more clean. Also, there is a benefit to this as well because Ax is getting much more comfortable in his sexual skin and, from the tone of the texts I am getting, I am going to really benefit from this when I get home and he and I escape to an island for six days immediately following my return.

And, for the boy Bolt, he is on assignment on this side of the world too for four more months. He and I talk as much as possible, but he has very little predictable free time so it doesn’t work as often as we wish. He is nearing 70 days into his 100 days and I could not be more proud of his sexy ass.

So, with that brief update, it’s bedtime in this hemisphere, but I thought I would at least check in and say I am alive. I am getting used to this new part of work life and the sex drive is increasing daily, which will mean I will be back soon!



Schandmaske Chastity

IMG_8129As many of you may have seen through the many pics of my metal clad penis that float around the interwebs, I have added a third Steelwerk’s device to my collection – the titanium Schandmaske. This device is identical to the lucite prototype cage (creatively called the Lucite Schandmaske) I asked Chris, from Steelwerks Extreme, to design for me as a way to help make my travel more simple.  I love that one so much that after I wrote this review of it, I began wondering about the titanium one and how it would feel, so I asked Chris to delay the Creature Cage (my ultimate goal) and make me a titanium one of these instead. He happily agreed as it’s his nature to always be happy <insert laugh track of those who know him reading this here>, and about a month later I was the proud recipient of a new, improved metal penis.

NSFW pics can be found here

My gut instinct was love at the first twist of the screw and this thing felt, well, awesome. I wanted to immediately jump on here and write the most glowing review of the cage; however, I quickly decided to do something different and wear it in the real world and THEN give a review. That means, that on a semi-consistent basis (time out for travel, topping, work presentations, and my other devices) I have worn this cage (almost) consistently for the last six weeks and two days so that I could give a review of not just the cage, but how life is while locked in it. So, let’s get to that.

First, the name.

Yes, it’s complicated and my US based MacBook wants to put a red line under it each time I type. However,  the official translation lies below:

Schandmaske: German for “shame mask” and also known as a scold’s bridle, a schandmaske was basically a way of inflicting shame upon the person who was forced to wear it.

There are so many ways to take this and I am sure that some of you are “hard” thinking about the fact that you have been or would be made to wear something originally intended to create shame just as much as I am sure some of you are thinking that “there’s nothing shameful about chastity” (fyi – we call that Team Drew) but those are posts of themselves for the future as this is only about the device.

The device itself is quite simple as it’s just a solid titanium cap with an extended collar that has a compression-ish grip on the shaft of the penis. It is beautifully crafted and, with a few ridges and waves in it that makes it appear that it was hand carved out of a block of titanium. It is just as beautiful as it is simple and, like most SW pieces, could be a piece of art for the mantel if so inclined.

Once in, done by a bit of lube and some genuine pushing, the device is secured by the insertion of a locking hollow barbell through the end of the penis and out the bottom of the PA hole where it is capped. A locking screw confirms that it’s not coming off without some pleading (you have to have a piercing in order to wear this cage). Once in place, the feeling for me is almost indescribable in a few really good ways, a couple of them being the exact opposite of why many men get locked.

It is so comfortable that I often forget it’s even there and, with the hollow barbell, I can piss like I was 13 again with no worry about spraying a neighbor at the urinal next to me or pissing myself (though one does need to make sure he gives it a few extra shakes to avoid trapped urine in the tube coming out when he points that boy south – trust me on this one). It does not pull on the PA barbell, doesn’t get caught on underwear, and, the best part for me, with no A ring, there is zero chance of chafing or the pulling of hair. Cleanliness is super easy too because it’s very easy to just squirt some shower gel down into the cage, rub it around in there with a pinky or a stick, and then rinse, rinse and rinse some more.

Yes, when locked in the device one can get a fairly solid erection, but when one does, that creates pressure on the shaft and, with the good part of the penis covered, there is not much that can be done about it aside from thinking about dead puppies and Trump naked in an effort to make it go away. It’s not a painful pressure either, but it is enough that one will  to make sure make sure it goes away ASAP too. I suspect, with the right volunteer, one could fuck with it on, but having not had the said volunteer I cannot say it with certainty.

As far as the day to day wear, as I have said, it’s great. It easily fits in most pants and, while noticeable if stared at, with thick enough fabric one can’t see what it is. In fact, it enhances the penis to look as if I were Jon Hamm in running shorts.

Finally, my favorite part? When locked into this device, as I am now, I find that it makes me personally feel quite endowed. It has just enough weight to it to keep the penis low and long and added weight causes the penis to swing when I walk naked, which is a feeling unlike any other I have had and I LOVE it./

Steelwerks assured me that the TSA would allow this and so I did a test before walking myself and my metal dick through it. The test was putting it in the pocket of my light jacket (allowed through in the US) and I sailed right through. The second time I wore it and, again, sailed right through. However, I am starting to get the random full screenings in the big machine, so I have not worn it through lately just because I don’t have the time to be stopped in most cases.

Bottom line, this is an amazing device and if you are pierced and into chastity, you owe of these to yourself!