Invasix By Luckycat

 

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Warning! This story might contain activities that might not be suitable in selfbondage. Please play safe.

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invasix

By Luckycat

 

2008

 

(Here's one for the guys)

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The real danger for any man who thinks that he is quite clever, is his own arrogance. The noted ‘Darwin’ awards serve as a testament to men’s stupid acts, where in an attempt to do one crazy thing or another, foolishly over-confident men have brought about serious injury to themselves, or even their own death.

 

Now, couple this naïve, self-assured conceit with a man’s strong sexual needs, and you have a man who is writing his own recipe in the cookbook of disaster.
Alas, Such is my unfortunate case.

 

*

 

I am by profession, a polymer chemist. The corporation at which I ply my trade, and of which I am a full partner, must for the obvious reasons that you will see shortly, remain anonymous.

 

Ours is a large and important research and development facility. We specialize in the design of polymer compounds that are utilized by our government’s space agency and by the military.

 

This last summer, I headed a major program in which we developed a compound for use by vehicles designed to operate outside the earth’s atmosphere. Its design purpose was to insure the mechanical stability of various elements in a spacecraft. For the sake of brevity, I’ll skip the more technical aspects of the product and simply tell you what we were trying to achieve.

 

Our goal was to design and fabricate a chemical compound that possessed extremely unique qualities.

 

First: Initially, it had to be soft, and easily moldable to any desired shape.
Second: It had to be able to solidify into a strong, rigid form within a very short period of time.
Third: It must have the ability of not permanently bonding with anything it touched.
Fourth: And most importantly, once set, it had to retain its quality of incredible strength, while being able to gradually adapt to changing tolerances.

 

Perhaps a simple compound, such as an epoxy resin, could have been modified for our needs, had it not been for one simple thing: heat.
Our design would have to be able to withstand temperatures of over three thousand degrees Fahrenheit in order meet the government’s stringent requirements.

Final success would prove a difficult, but challenging task.

 

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Initially however, things went exceptionally well, and in only one month’s time, we had developed a working prototype that appeared to meet all of our criteria.

 

The board of directors code-named the product, “Invasix”. (In-vay-six)

 

Easily chemically formed and moldable into any conceivable shape, Invasix soon surpassed all of our expectations. When placed between two dissimilar objects, it would quickly begin to harden into its final shape. Once cured, the compound appeared to become totally indestructible. No amount of heat or our many attempts to destroy it ever succeeded.

 

We were shocked to discover that in one respect we had far surpassed our initial goal. Without ever actually bonding to anything it touched, Invasix had the amazing ability to slowly stretch more that three hundred percent!
We were thrilled to say the least. And I’m certain that you can imagine the benefits of such a compound when used in an airless environment.

 

Invasix was approved and scheduled for production and final testing the following month. The only thing that remained to be done was to develop a solvent that would dissolve Invasix, and render it back into its initial chemical compounds.
So certain of success in this, our last minor task, that my chief research assistant, Sam Rogers, had stated with absolute certainty that he and his team of chemists would have this trivial, final task completed by the following Monday.

 

When work was finished that Friday afternoon, I took a small jar of Invasix home with me to play with over the weekend. Unmarried, and I confess somewhat introverted, I would have the luxury of two entire days to test our latest design.

 

*

 

At this point, so that you may better understand, and forgive the reckless, foolhardy thing I did that night, I need to briefly tell you of my sexual abnormalities.

 

Since an adolescent, I have been fascinated with bondage, self-bondage and specifically, chastity. I’ll state very bluntly right now, that I feel absolutely no guilt for this; it’s simply the way I am.

 

Of course, as a healthy, well-endowed male I have since puberty, had frequent sexual relations with various women. My desire has always been to find a woman that I was physically and emotionally attracted to, but most importantly, someone who was open-minded, and sexually understanding of my unusual erotic desires.

 

Now, in my mid thirties, I must admit that so far I’ve been unsuccessful in my quest. It now appears rather certain that I’m doomed to remain that way for the rest of my life.

 

In the normal course of my daily life, I need to relieve my strong sexual requirements at least every other day, so that I can function at my job without distraction. However, the week had been long and strenuous. And worse, I had spent the proceeding weekend out of state with my family, never having the opportunity of quenching my desire.

 

*

 

That Friday evening after an early dinner out, my mind had begun to dwell on my erotic thoughts. And on the short drive home, I quickly decided on my course of action.
I would prolong my strong need to ejaculate by placing myself in one of my chastity devices until early Sunday morning. As desperate as I was to come, the frustration would be wonderful.

 

My mind had quickly fashioned the scenario. First, I would place the only key to the device in my mailbox at the end of my long driveway. Then nude, I would shackle my ankles and wrists with my strong steel manacles that have connecting chains. Finally, I would place myself into the chastity device and go to bed, where I would be remain, helpless to satisfy myself.

 

The next morning in the broad light of day, and in plain sight of my neighbor’s busy Saturday activities, I would be unable to retrieve the key.
Nude and shackled, I would be forced to wait until the following night to relieve my sexual need. Then, under the cover of darkness, I would throw a robe over my shoulders, shuffle down the driveway to get the key.
I had played out this little scenario on more that one occasion, and found the dangerous aspects of being caught extremely exciting.

 

Removing the little wooden chest that I keep hidden from sight under my bed, I opened the lid and surveyed the four male chastity devices that I owned.
Made of either metal, plastic or leather, each item was unique, and quite desirable in its own special way. Each had been outrageously expensive, and one of the few extravagant luxuries I allowed myself.
As I held each one in turn, trying to choose. I sighed, wishing that I had something new that I had never tried before, something very different and erotic.

 

At last, with some reluctance, I decided upon the steel one. Although it didn’t provide the sensuous feel of the others, it has the merit that once locked in place, it was absolutely inescapable, and would better suit my needs for both total chastity and denial.

 

It was at this exact moment that catastrophe struck.

 

As I began to stand, my eyes fell upon the jar of Invasix sitting on my nightstand. At once my quick mind began to whirl; why not use my own invention for my own pleasure?
The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me.

 

Although a complex chemical compound, Invasix was comprised of elements that were inert, none of which could harm me physically. It would be unable to bond to my skin, and once dry would solidify to become very rigid, but still possess its amazing ability to slowly expand.
I became quite curious, and tried to imagine just how it would feel on my penis. Would I be able to feel my own touch through the tuff polymer covering?

 

I could find only two real drawbacks in attempting this. First, the solvent had not yet been designed. But then, I’d had Sam Roger’s absolute assurances that it would be finished on Monday.
And that was the second problem; I would have to be at work all Monday long with the Invasix still in place around my penis, forced to wait until evening when I could return home with the solvent and free myself.

 

The thought of remaining in absolute bondage to Invasix for three days was so incredibly tempting, that I decided to throw caution to the winds and simply do it.
As is often said: my mind was clearly thinking with the wrong head!

 

*

 

I put the box of chastity devices away beneath the bed and took a long hot shower to relax. To avoid any possible discomfort later on, I used my razor to carefully remove any hair from my penis and groin.

 

As I bathed, and my mind reveled in what I was about to do, my penis quickly become erect. Knowing that this wouldn’t do, I turned the shower control to cold, quickly dispensing with the problem.

 

 

At last, the moment of truth had arrived. Sitting on my bed, I opened the jar of Invasix and used a small paintbrush to apply a thin coating along the entire length my penis. But for the sake of urination, I wisely decided to leave a small, nickel-sized circle at very tip uncoated.
The Invasix felt cool and pleasant against my tender skin, so much so, that I quickly decided to coat my testicles with it as well.

 

Once having made the commitment, I became somewhat anxious. And despite the fact that I was highly aroused by what I had done, I remained only mildly erect.
I moved around my bedroom, continually fanning my groin with my hands in an attempt to hasten the drying process.

 

I watched with interest as the Invasix began to solidify. As the bristle marks from the brush slowly faded away, the compound smoothed and became increasingly transparent, until at last I could see my genitals clearly once more.
I had made a good job of it, and was now completely encased in a smooth layer of Invasix about a sixteenth of an inch thick. Looking down, it was hard for me to tell that it was even there; only a soft, dull shine betrayed its presence.

 

As it continued to cure and harden, a wonderful, deep warmth began to caress my manhood. To occupy my mind as I waited, I busied myself by making popcorn and watching a movie on television.

 

Within two hours the Invasix had completely cured into a hard, rigid form.
I tested it by running my fingertips along the length of my penis, and I was astounded to discover that I could feel absolutely nothing at all! I might as well have been touching an anvil!
Only by squeezing myself tightly for several minutes, did the steel-hard polymer begin to slowly deform under the pressure of my fingers.

 

I was completely elated, for I realized that without being able to provide some type of friction to my penis, it would be totally impossible for me to ejaculate.
I continued to touch and squeeze myself for some time, amazed and thrilled at how successful I had been in effecting such a perfect device for maintaining strict chastity. And as my feeling of complete helplessness grew, so did my erection.

 

At first, it was very tight and rather uncomfortable. But within minutes the Invasix had slowly expanded to accommodate my added length. The feeling was totally amazing. I was free to experience the depth of my arousal, but powerless to fulfill it.

 

I decided to experiment by visiting a few websites that catered to my tastes for both bondage and dominant women. In very short order, I experienced a greater feeling of frustration than I had even known in my life.
Once aroused, my penis seemed to remain in a constant state of tension, remaining painfully erect and swollen.
I soon dispensed with idea of any further stimulation, and decided to go to bed.

 

With my new steel-hard appendage, finding a comfortable position on the mattress proved difficult, and I soon discovered that lying on my side with one knee drawn up worked the best. Sleep came to me at last, but only after hours of touching myself in a vain attempt to fulfill my terrible need to climax.

 

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The next morning, Saturday, I awakened to the sound of rain outside my window. I lay listening contentedly for some minutes until the events of the night before came suddenly rushing back. Once more, I quickly became erect.

 

I spent the better part of the morning trying to relive my terrible need. The thin layer of Invasix around my penis proved to formidable, and incredibly tough.

 

Although my fingers found the shape of both my penis and testicles to be normal, the feeling of my own touch was completely absent. And as the morning progressed and my powerful erection continued, my need to ejaculate grew stronger hour by hour.

To my relief, I found I could urinate almost normally. But to my dismay, when I attempted to use my powerful vibrator on myself, I discovered that most of the vibrations didn’t permeate through the thin layer of Invasix, and the few that did felt strange, bordering on pain, and only served to make me even more erect.

I dispensed with this idea at once.

In desperation, I finally hit upon something that helped. Stepping into my shower, I allowed the cold water to run against me. It took some time, but eventually my erection softened and gradually receded. The thin layer of Invasix slowly followed to once more tightly encase my now smaller manhood.

 

However, this respite was very short-lived. My love for self-bondage and chastity quickly took over, and I spent a most memorable day, walking around the large house with my stiff erection protruding through the open fly of my pajamas.

 

Of course this is what I had hoped to achieve: absolute chastity.
But I began to wonder if it hadn’t proven to be a bit too successful.
From time to time I would stare down at myself in disbelief, amazed that my body could sustain such a hard erection for so long a period of time. Before now, the longest one that I could ever recall was when I had been a very young man, and my erection had only lasted for an hour or so.

 

I began to wonder if the normally inert component parts that formed Invasix hadn’t somehow combined to create some dangerous physiological effect, poisoning my body with some type of narcotic that was keeping me so hard.
I worried that perhaps I had committed a huge lapse of judgment. Although I knew a great deal about polymer science, I knew almost nothing of the human body.

 

This was a sobering thought, and I spent some time considering it. At length however, I discounted it. No, Invasix by itself was harmless. It was the combination of my own erotic desires, and the absolute control of the Invasix, that was providing my body with exactly what it wanted.

 

That evening, I ate a good dinner while attempting to block my mind from having any erotic thoughts. Then, after taking a sedative that my dentist had prescribed for my oral surgery, I went to bed and soon fell soundly asleep.

 

Sunday morning I was once again awakened by my stiff, swollen penis. It was so incredibly painful that I immediately raced to my bathroom cupboard to take more sedatives and a cold shower.

 

I was horrified to discover that my testicles had also greatly increased in size, and were now as big as small lemons. Driven by an entire week of abstinence and my almost constant erection, they were continuing to produce sperm at a steady rate, packing themselves tighter and tighter.
The total helplessness and incredible frustration I now felt was both terrible and wonderful at the same time.

 

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Sunday afternoon was a ongoing nightmare of mindless television shows, constant eating, and cold showers. At bedtime, I was forced to take my last two sedatives to be able to fall asleep.

 

When Monday morning finally arrived, I dressed hurriedly and then made a cup of coffee to take along in the car. My erection had begun within moments of my waking, and now, just as was I preparing to leave, it had become so painfully swollen that I knew that it would be clearly visible beneath my pants.

 

Like most men, I’m a problem solver. I used two of my neckties, one around my waist, and one leading from my back to my penis, forcing it straight down.
It took some time for the Invasix to bend and permit this, but after a few minutes, it worked and solved the immediate problem. But it proved to be far from comfortable.

 

When I arrived at work, I was dismayed to find that Sam Rogers had taken the morning off to go to a doctor’s appointment. After asking my assistant, Suzie, to bring a cup of coffee, I sat in my office for the rest of the morning pretending to do paper work. My mind was elsewhere.
The day only went downhill from there.

 

Sam arrived just before lunch. I waved him into my office and inquired about the status of the general solvent for Invasix. His face fell.
He explained that they had run into some major problems, and that so far none of his chemists had had even the slightest success in breaking down the incredibly tough compound.

 

My heart sank. Not only because of my own immediate problem, but because the company had already begun to produce Invasix on a large scale. Without the solvent, the new product would be useless, and could never be marketed.
After stressing to Sam in no uncertain terms the importance of developing the solvent quickly, I moped around the office for several hours, pretending to be busy.

 

Normally, my duties require that I work on my feet. I prefer it that way, and usually avoid my office like the plague. Seeing that I had suddenly become so sedentary and sullen, three separate people came in to inquire if I was feeling ill.
I took the clue, and after explaining that I did feel rather poorly, went home early. Before I left however, I again reminded Sam of the solvents critical importance, and asked him to call me at home with any news.

 

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Things got a little better on the drive home. I stopped at a gas station to fill the tank and then went inside to buy a pack of cigarettes. I hadn’t smoked in four years, but I knew the effect that nicotine had on the body by shrinking blood capillaries.
Sitting in the car I lit one up, a strong non-filtered one. The effect was almost immediate; the pressure from my penis began to ease back to a tolerable level.

 

Then another idea stuck me. I used my cell to call my doctor, and by a stroke of good luck, got him on the phone. I told him that I was having some bad tooth pain, but that my dentist had retired.
I gave him the name of the sedative, and asked him if he would be kind enough to phone in a prescription to my pharmacy. He agreed at once and expressed his concern. He reminded me that I was due to schedule my annual checkup, and I promised to do so in the very near future.

 

On the drive to the pharmacy, I found it sadly ironic that the world of medicine would be entirely helpless to solve my problem.
My doctor was smart, and outstanding in his work, but he, like the rest of the medical profession were healers, not polymer chemists.
I had created my own monster, and only I could ever hope to kill it.

 

*

 

The next week was one long continuing nightmare.
On Tuesday, I kept in constant touch with Sam, but the work hadn’t gone well. Once cured into its final semi-rigid form, Invasix appeared totally indestructible.
Things looked very bleak.

 

I called off on Wednesday, and spoke directly with the CEO. A kind man, he showed great concern for my health, and told me that despite the problem with the solvent that I was to remain at home for the rest of the week; period.
I jumped at the chance. After all, Sam’s knowledge of solvents was even greater than my own, and I knew that the problem would be in good hands.

 

After speaking to the CEO, I had the receptionist put me through to Sam. I told him that I would be out for the rest of the week, but that I wanted to pursue a possible solution to the problem in my small lab in the basement.
Sam readily agreed, but seemed skeptical. But good to his word, he stopped by on his way home to deliver a large box of the items I had requested.
We had a couple of drinks together as he brought me up to date on the various unsuccessful experiments they had tried at the lab.

 

To conceal my erection and better look the part of someone who is sick, I had been wearing my loose fitting silk pajamas.
This idea had failed miserably, for as Sam left for home, he smiled and pointed down to my crotch, saying how he wished that he could still get one of those.
I smiled back, and told him that he should be careful about what he wished for, because it just might come true!

 

*

 

I spent all day Thursday in my basement working on my problem. The combination of the strong sedatives, and constant cigarettes helped, but my stubborn penis still remained tightly erect.

 

However, I was becoming more and more concerned about my testicles, which had continued to grow larger every day. The Invasix of course, had expanded to neatly accommodate their increased size, but they had now grown so big, that walking had become an uncomfortable chore.

 

But despite the seriousness of my situation, I also managed to find some elements of ironic humor in it as well. If and when a solvent was finally found, Invasix would quickly acquire a vast audience of self-bondage lovers, clamoring to buy it at absurdly outrageous prices.

 

At those times when my penis was not so badly swollen as to be painful, the feeling of tight encasement and total helplessness was quite wonderful. In this aspect at least, I had been wildly successful.

 

Unable to concentrate on chemistry and complex formulas, I adopted a more direct, mechanical approach.
I tried using every tool on my workbench in an attempt to break, tear, file or cut the tough, stubborn sheath from my body. All of my efforts proved unsuccessful, and after two hours, not one single mark had appeared to mar the smooth transparent surface of the Invasix.

 

Being extremely careful to avoid burning the open tip of my penis, I used a blowtorch in an attempt to loosen its vise-like hold. Not only did this also prove unsuccessful, I never felt even the slightest trace of warmth.

 

I even tried laying my manhood on the top edge of the workbench and hammering it with a ball peen hammer. I experienced not even the slightest trace of pain or discomfort.
This was some product that we had designed!

 

Then, I imagined just what someone peering through a basement window might think if they saw me doing this. I dropped the hammer and laughed until I cried.

 

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That night I sat quietly thinking about my plight. My one consolation was that at this point very little else could go wrong; surely something right had to happen.
And that Friday morning it did.

 

At four in the morning I was awakened by a warmth that was slowly spreading across my abdomen, and I experienced a strange feeling of well-being and euphoria.
I turned on the light and threw back the covers to reveal a large wet spot in the center of my bed.
I had had a wet dream, the first once since I’d been a boy.

 

I was ecstatic. Not only had I come, but I had come prodigiously! The sheets were absolutely soaked with my fluids.

 

Stupidly, my first impulse was to strip the wet sheets from the mattress. Then I stopped to glance downwards. For the first time in over a week, my penis had lost its erection, and lay shrunken and flaccid inside the thin layer of Invasix that hadn’t yet had time to contract.
Lifting my genitals, I saw that now relieved of their burden, my testicles had returned to nearly their normal size.

 

I went into the bathroom, and sitting on the edge of the bathtub inspected myself carefully. Taking hold of the Invasix, I tried to pull it free of my body.
Although it was quite loose, there was still no way to get it off. I had made a serious mistake when I had coated my testicles, for although now much smaller, they couldn’t possibly fit through the small opening behind them. I was still trapped.

 

I let out a long sigh, and resigned myself to my strange predicament.
Then a happy thought struck me. Perhaps I couldn’t get free, but at least I could be clean.

 

Stepping into the tub, I pulled the curtain and turned on a spray of warm water. When the temperature felt nice and warm, I used that spray attachment to squirt water inside the Invasix covering. It was a strange feeling, but a good one.
I watched for several minutes as the water happily surged around my cock and balls. But already I could see that the Invasix was beginning to shrink. I turned off the shower and hastened to place my hair dryer against the small opening at the end of the Invasix sheath. In moments I was clean, dry and warm.

 

A huge fear had been lifted from my mind. My body had apparently grown tired of waiting for me to ejaculate, and had simply taken over.

 

*

 

But if Friday morning had begun on a positive note, that afternoon it went sharply downhill.

 

At one o’clock, Sam Rogers phoned to repeat what he had told me all week, that no effective solvent for Invasix had yet been found.
Worse, he had been told by the company CEO to cease all further attempts. The entire crew of chemists had been sitting around most of the morning drinking coffee, and wondering what was going to happen next.

 

I immediately phoned the CEO. He was cordial, but short. Unknown to us, another polymer research company had been in secret competition with us. When news of our setback somehow reached the government, they had immediately cancelled the Invasix contract, and turned the project over to our rival.

 

The final blow came the following Monday. With the companies declining revenues, and their having no other projects in the foreseeable future, my entire staff, including Sam and myself, were summarily layed off.

 

Most of the cuts were permanent. Sam and I fared a little better, continuing to receive half of our salaries, plus two years of unemployment benefits. I felt deeply sorry for the others who had not been as fortunate.

 

*

 

All that I have related to you occurred as I said, earlier last summer. It is now December, with Christmas only days away.
I have made no progress in any of my attempts to remove the Invasix from my body, and have accepted the fact that it will probably remain in place for the rest of my life.
But aside from the fact that it means I will never be able to marry, I have become oddly content.

 

I am truly amazed by the human body’s ability to change and adapt. In my former life, I had the ability to ejaculate whenever the whim struck me. Now, powerless to achieve this, my body has taken complete control and only allows this when the constant, growing pressure from my testicles demands it.

 

Within weeks of becoming a prisoner to the Invasix, my body soon fell into a regular routine.
At least twice a week-three if I’m lucky-I’ll have an extremely large a wet dream. Then, in only hours, my penis will begin to grow firm and to stiffen. By that evening, I’ll have an almost painful, constant erection that grows stronger each day.

 

Only a cold shower and the cigarettes offer me the slightest bit of temporary relief. My body has gained a tolerance for the sedatives, and even if the doctor was willing to refill the prescription-which he’s not-they would no longer help.

 

My biggest trap however is my own mind, for I still remain as highly aroused by thoughts of bondage, and my own forced chastity as ever.
The continuous cycle of constant erections and violent expulsion has gradually changed my physiognomy. Both my penis and testicles have dramatically increased in size. But I suppose that was to expected, after all, they’re only muscles, and their steady, continual use makes them grow stronger and larger day by day.

 

To satisfy the growing nutritional needs of my body’s reproductive system, I eat more often, and have developed cravings for foods that I previously never cared for.

 

I seldom leave the house now, only to buy groceries and cigarettes. And I can only do this on those mornings after I’ve had a wet dream, as it has now become impossible to hide my large, swollen penis.

 

As I mentioned before, I regret that I’ll never marry, or find a woman who truly cares for me. No sane woman would want this hard, stiff thing inside her body, and knowing what the outcome could only be for me, it would be torture to even try.

 

Last month I had a small kitten sent to me from the animal shelter. His furry little presence had done wonders at easing my loneliness.

This website has always been a joy to me, but with its many bondage related stories and photos, I’m sure that you understand when I tell you that now, it’s just a little too hard for me to take.

I hope that my sad tale may serve as a severe warning to you men who may think that you’re so damned clever.

P.G.

 

 

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Editor’s note:
The unfortunate, but rather interesting letter that you have just read was received in December of 2005, over three years ago. It’s author, known on these pages as Poly-Guy, was a regular member and frequent contributor to this website. To date, this is the last correspondence we have received from him.

 

We have taken it upon ourselves to re-post this letter twice a year, in the hope that Poly-Guy will see it and get in touch with us. We feel certain that he would be deeply moved to read his many personal emails, offering words of support and encouragement.

 

To date, he has also received what we believe are genuine letters of introduction from a wide variety of women from many different countries.
There were over two hundred of these at last count.

 

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