Invasix: A Polymer Chemist's Tale of Bondage and Disaster

Invasix By Luckycat 2008 (Here’s one for the guys). 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. * 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 al

Spent a long Monday with the Invasix still wrapped around my penis, forced to wait until evening so I could get home with the solvent and free myself. The idea of staying in total bondage under the Invasix for three days was incredibly tempting, so I decided to throw caution aside and just do it. As people often say: my mind was clearly thinking with the wrong head! * Took a long, hot shower to relax after putting away the box of chastity devices. To avoid any discomfort later, I used my razor to carefully remove hair from my penis and groin. While bathing and letting my mind revel in what I was about to do, my penis quickly became erect. Knowing this wasn’t ideal, I turned the shower control to cold, which quickly solved the problem. The moment of truth had finally arrived. Sitting on the bed, I opened the jar of Invasix and used a small paintbrush to apply a thin coating along the entire length of my penis. However, for urination purposes, I wisely left a nickel-sized circle at the very tip uncoated. Invasix felt cool and pleasant against my tender skin, so much so that I quickly decided to coat my testicles too. Once I made the commitment, anxiety set in slightly. Despite being highly aroused by what I had done, I remained only mildly erect. I paced around the bedroom, fanning my groin with my hands to hasten the drying process. I watched intently as the Invasix began to solidify. As the bristle marks from the brush faded away, the compound smoothed out and became increasingly transparent until I could see my genitals clearly again. The job looked good; I was now completely encased in a smooth layer of Invasix about an sixteenth of an inch thick. Looking down, it was hard to tell 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 keep occupied while I waited, I made popcorn and watched a movie on TV. 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 was astounded to discover that I could feel absolutely nothing! It felt like touching an anvil! Only after 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, realizing that without being able to provide friction to my penis, it would be totally impossible to ejaculate. I continued to touch and squeeze myself for a while, amazed at how successful I had been in creating such a perfect device for maintaining strict chastity. As my feeling of complete helplessness grew, so did my erection. At first, the sensation was very tight and rather uncomfortable. But within minutes, the Invasix slowly expanded to accommodate my added length. The feeling was totally amazing. I could experience the depth of my arousal but remained powerless to fulfill it. I decided to experiment by visiting a few websites that catered to my tastes for both bondage and dominant women. Very quickly, I experienced a greater sense of frustration than I had ever known in my life. Once aroused, my penis seemed to remain in a constant state of tension, staying painfully erect and swollen. Soon after, I dispensed with the idea of further stimulation and decided to go to bed. With this new steel-hard appendage, finding a comfortable position on the mattress proved difficult. I discovered that lying on my side with one knee drawn up worked best. Sleep came at last, but only after hours of touching myself in vain attempts to fulfill my terrible need to climax. * The next morning, Saturday, I awakened to rain outside my window. I lay listening contentedly for a few minutes until the events of the night before rushed back suddenly. Once more, I quickly became erect. I spent most of the morning trying to relive that terrible need. The thin layer of Invasix around my penis proved formidable and incredibly tough. Although my fingers found the shape of both my penis and testicles normal, the feeling of my own touch was completely absent. 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 vibrations didn’t permeate through the thin layer of Invasix. The few that did felt strange, bordering on pain, and only served to make me even more erect. I dismissed this idea at once. In desperation, I finally hit upon something helpful. Stepping into my shower, I allowed 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 suit, tightly encasing my now smaller manhood again. However, this respite was very short-lived. My love for self-bondage and chastity quickly took over, and I spent a 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. Before now, the longest one I ever recalled was when I was very young, and it had only lasted an hour or so. I began to wonder if the normally inert component parts of Invasix hadn’t somehow combined to create some dangerous physiological effect, poisoning my body with some type of narcotic that kept me so hard. I worried that perhaps I had committed a huge lapse in judgment. Although I knew a great deal about polymer science, I knew almost nothing about the human body. This was a sobering thought, and I spent time considering it. Eventually, 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 provided my body with exactly what it wanted. That evening, I ate a good dinner while trying to block erotic thoughts from my mind. Then, after taking a sedative prescribed for oral surgery, I went to bed and fell soundly asleep. Sunday morning, I was awakened again by my stiff, swollen penis. It was so incredibly painful that I immediately raced to the bathroom cupboard for more sedatives and a cold shower. I was horrified to discover that my testicles had also greatly increased in size, becoming as big as small lemons. Driven by an entire week of abstinence and almost constant erection, they were producing sperm at a steady rate, packing themselves tighter and tighter. The total helplessness and incredible frustration I felt now were both terrible and wonderful simultaneously. * Sunday afternoon was an ongoing nightmare of mindless television shows, constant eating, and cold showers. At bedtime, I was forced to take my last two sedatives just to fall asleep. When Monday morning finally arrived, I dressed hurriedly and made a cup of coffee for the car. My erection had begun within moments of waking, and now, as I prepared to leave, it had become so painfully swollen that I knew it would be clearly visible beneath my pants. Like most men, I’m a problem solver. I used two 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

It managed to bend and allow for this movement, though it took a few minutes before it worked out the immediate issue. However, it turned out to be far from comfortable.

When I got to work, I was dismayed to discover that Sam Rogers had taken the morning off for a doctor’s appointment. After asking my assistant, Suzie, to bring me a cup of coffee, I stayed in my office for the rest of the morning pretending to handle paperwork, though my mind was elsewhere.

The day only went downhill from there.

Sam arrived just before lunchtime. I waved him into my office and asked about the status of the general solvent used for Invasix. His expression fell.

He explained that they had encountered some major problems; so far, none of his chemists had achieved even the slightest success in breaking down the incredibly tough compound.

My heart sank. This was not just because of my own immediate problem, but also because the company had already started producing Invasix on a large scale. Without the solvent, this new product would be useless and could never reach the market.

After stressing to Sam in no uncertain terms how important it was to develop 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 working standing up, and usually avoid my office like the plague. Seeing me suddenly become so sedentary and sullen, three separate people came in to ask if I was feeling ill.

I took their cue, and after explaining that I did feel rather poorly, went home early. Before leaving, however, I reminded Sam once more of his solvent’s critical importance and asked him to call me at home with any news.

Things got a little better during the drive home. I stopped at a gas station to fill up 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 has on shrinking blood capillaries throughout the body.

Sitting in the car, I lit one—a strong non-filtered cigarette—and the effect was almost immediate; the pressure from my penis began to ease back down to a tolerable level.

Then another idea struck me. I used my cell phone to call my doctor, and by good luck, got him on the line. I told him that I had some bad tooth pain, but that my dentist had retired.

I gave him the name of the sedative and asked if he would be kind enough to send a prescription to my pharmacy. He agreed at once and expressed his concern. He reminded me that I was due for my annual checkup soon, and I promised to schedule it 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 is smart and outstanding at his work, but he, like the rest of the medical profession, are healers rather than 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, 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 is even greater than my own, and I knew 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 wanted to pursue a possible solution to the problem in my small basement lab.

Sam readily agreed, though he seemed skeptical. But true to his word, he stopped by on his way home to deliver a large box containing the items I had requested.

We shared a couple of drinks as he brought me up to date on the various unsuccessful experiments they had tried in the main laboratory.

To conceal my erection and better look like someone who is sick, I had been wearing loose-fitting silk pajamas.

This strategy failed miserably; as Sam left for home, he smiled and pointed down at my crotch, saying how much he wished that he could still get one of those [erections].

I smiled back and told him to be careful what he wishes for, because it just might come true!

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

However, I was becoming more concerned about my testicles, which had continued to grow larger every day. Invasix expanded neatly to accommodate their increased size, but they grew so big that walking became an uncomfortable chore.

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

At times when my penis was not so 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 in experiencing bondage-like confinement.

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 sheath from my body. All efforts proved unsuccessful; after two hours, not one single mark appeared to mar the smooth transparent surface of 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, but 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 the slightest trace of pain or discomfort.

This was some product that we had designed!

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

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 slowly spreading across my abdomen and 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 one 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 normal size.

I went into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bathtub to inspect 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 entirely. I had made a serious mistake when coating my testicles; although now much smaller, they couldn’t possibly fit through the small opening behind them. I remained trapped in this predicament.

I let out a long sigh and resigned myself to my strange situation.

I squirted water inside the Invasix covering. It felt strange, yet pleasant. For several minutes I watched as the water swirled happily around my cock and balls. Soon enough, however, I noticed that the Invasix was starting to shrink. I switched off the shower and quickly pressed my hair dryer against the small opening at the end of the sheath. Within moments, I was clean, dry, and warm. The weighty fear had lifted from my mind. My body seemed tired of waiting for me to ejaculate and simply took over control. * If Friday morning started on a high note, it dropped sharply in the afternoon. At one o’clock, Sam Rogers called again to repeat what he’d been saying all week: no effective solvent for Invasix had yet been discovered. To make matters worse, the company CEO had ordered him to stop further attempts. The entire group of chemists spent most of that morning drinking coffee and wondering about their next move. I phoned the CEO right away. He was polite but brief. Unbeknownst to us, another polymer research firm had been secretly competing with us. Once news of our setback reached the government, they promptly cancelled the Invasix contract and handed the project over to our rival. The final blow arrived on Monday. With declining revenues and no other projects in sight for the foreseeable future, my whole staff—including Sam and me—were laid off summarily. Most cuts were permanent, but Sam and I did slightly better, continuing to receive half salaries plus two years of unemployment benefits. I felt sorry for those who weren’t as fortunate. * Everything I’ve described happened earlier last summer, just as I said before. It’s now December with Christmas only days away. I haven’t made any progress removing the Invasix and have accepted that it will likely stay in place for life. Aside from knowing I’ll never marry, I feel oddly content. The human body amazes me with its ability to change and adapt. Previously, I could ejaculate whenever I wanted; now powerless but controlled by my own system, ejaculation only occurs when the growing pressure demands it. Within weeks of becoming a prisoner to Invasix, my body settled into routine. At least twice weekly (three times if lucky), I experience an extremely large wet dream. Then within hours, my penis firms up and stiffens. By evening, almost painful constant erection builds stronger each day. Cold showers and cigarettes offer some temporary relief though. My body has grown tolerant of the sedatives; even if the doctor refilled prescriptions (which he won’t), they wouldn’t help much anymore. My biggest trap is my own mind because thoughts still highly arouse me regarding bondage, as well as forced chastity. The continuous cycle between erections and violent expulsion gradually altered physiognomy. Both penis and testicles grew significantly larger—expected since steady use strengthens muscles over time. To meet nutritional needs of reproductive organs I eat more often craving foods previously ignored by old habits. Now seldom leaving home except for groceries or cigarettes, only possible after wet dreams because hiding swollen penis becomes impossible. As mentioned earlier regretting never marrying finding someone who truly cares. No sane woman would want such hard stiff thing inside her knowing outcome will be torture trying. Last month sent a small kitten from shelter whose presence eased loneliness greatly. Website always joy especially bondage stories/photos make understanding easier telling now it’s too much taking. Hope tale serves severe warning men thinking cleverly. P.G. Editor’s note: The unfortunate but interesting letter received December 2005 three years ago author known Poly-Guy regular member frequent contributor last correspondence date. Re-posted twice yearly hoping Poly-Guy sees contact us feel certain deeply moved reading personal emails offering support encouragement Received genuine introduction letters many countries women over two hundred counted. End