Humorous Anecdote - CB at the gym

I'm into male enforced chastity. I ordered a "curve" type of chastity device. (It is like a CB-2000, or CB-3000, but different. [:)]) It is held on by putting a ring around your testicles that they can't go through then locking a cock cage to that. Testicle size varies so it comes with five "A" rings of various sizes. I tried the largest first and worked my way down.

Now a word about "A" rings. It may be secure for a while, but balls move around in the ball sack as the man moves around and they will try to "escape".[:)]

I found the Curve to be uncomfortable for getting into and out of the car when you are wearing jeans and long underwear. (I got it in winter.) It makes the balls go forward and the newly shaved testes rubbing against my underwear was annoying.

However it was OK with lose fitting sweats and gym shorts with no underwear. I decided to try it out while I was on various exercise machines. After the StairMaster I would try the elliptical, the ski machine, and the two bicycle types.

I never got past the StairMaster.

(For any female slaves out there be thankful he is not your StairMaster.[:)])

On the elliptical machine next to me was a vanilla woman I know from an aerobics class. Running around the track was another vanilla woman I know from aerobics class and a retarded guy who is friendly with everyone at the gym. After about 5 minutes my newly shaved ball rubbing against the gym shorts was too much. I decided to stop and move on.

To get off a StairMaster you generally just step off, one foot at a time. Stretching my groin area that way was not wise. It came off.

I have good reflexes so I managed to catch it before it fell out of my shorts. (They would not have known what it was, but I did not relish being the pervert who had something fall from his shorts.[:)])

I was lucky. My shorts had pockets, but I had to get privacy to take it out and put it in my pocket. Then I had to avoid a conversation with the friendly retarded guy.

I decided I had a leg cramp. I waited until the retarded guy was going around the track out of site (else he'd ask if I'm OK and what am I holding[:)]) and I limped while holding my leg to the bathroom. (I'm sure if no one looked closely it did not look unusual.)

When I got in the stall and locked it I found out a part of it would hang out of my pocket. (Small pockets on the shorts. It is not huge.)

I pulled out my shirt to cover some of it and decide my arm massaging the imaginary knot in my thigh would cover the rest. If I was lucky I could get to the locker room and put in my coat pocket or cover up with my sweat pants. First I had to avoid the retarded friendly guy when I got out of the bathroom.

When I got out he was going in and said, "Hi, how you doing." He put out his hand for a shake.

Unfortunately the phantom cramp was in my right thigh and I did not want to move my right hand.

"Hi," I said as I shook his hand with my left hand and made a show of rubbing my thigh with my right hand. "I got to go," I said.

"Gee," he said "I hope your leg gets better."

I'm not religious, but I prayed he would not add, "What's that?" to the end of his sentence.

Whatever God, Goddess, gods, or nothingness their is took pity on me.[:)] A mist descended from Mount Olympus and hid me from view as I limped to the locker room. Then through Dieu ex Machina I was alone enough to quickly put it in my coat.

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