Guess who? - The third to arrive

There was something familiar about the way he smelt but I couldn't be sure. He was very handsome and had a million-dollar-smile. He had gray hair, but it worked well on him. It went well with his beard. Almost like a silver fox. When he shook my hand, I melted immediately. He just exuded charm.

"Nice to meet you," he said. Then he turned to my partner and said, "You picked the right boy."

Was that a hint? I could have sworn he winked when he said that but I'm not sure if I am reading too much into it. The smell. The wink. Hang on. "Boy?"

Could he have been one of them?

Two other guest had arrived about 10 minutes before him, and I'd spent all the time trying to suss them out.

I had to guess who out of all the guests at the dinner table; one, two or maybe three out of everyone who was coming for dinner had possibly seen me naked, cuffed to the bed and helped unlock my chastity device for a clean. This cleaning happened once a week for three weeks while my partner was away for a month of work.

This way, I never got to cum in all the time he was gone and that I never touched myself. I didn't know who this person or these persons were. Arrangements were made for me to be in some form on self bondage while they can in to do what they needed to do and left. The last guy had a bit more fun - he came on me and edged me loads - before locking me back up.

Tonight, I had to guess who they were (or he is), otherwise, I remain locked up. I had just gotten a text to put on my chastity device before everyone started arriving. The problem is not all of these people there are our kinky friends so I had to be careful in my probing.

I haven't yet figured the earlier two out when this one arrived.

There was a tingling in my gut and crotch - I'm not sure if his presence got me horny or that my instincts were going on hyperdrive. All I know is that I've been in contact with this person before except I don't recognise him. How is that possible?

"Does your hubby still go for his runs? my partner suddenly asked him, with a smirk on his face.

A loud roar of laughter was the reply.

That laugh.

Could it be?

"Occasionally when I feel like it," he then said.

"When I feel like it?" I thought to myself.

No way.

I just stared at him. Then tried to imagine him without the beard and with darker hair. Then the laughter again. Oh gosh.

Way.

It almost felt like a different life and I had totally forgotten about it. I was much younger then, still at university. This was in the early days of the Internet so there was no smartphones, no Recon. This was the days of Gaydar.

I was initially afraid to put my face on my profile but he still messaged me. There was something about the profile, he said, that made him send me a message.

"Bound for life," my profile headline read and he was intrigued. Was it a subtle reference to BDSM, he asked.

It was.

He lived about two hours away from me but as a poor student then, I couldn't afford very much to make unnecessary trips. Also, while we were both kinky, it didn't appear from the outset that our interests matched. Still, we chatted for about six months, and occasionally jerked off on webcam, before we actually met.

The plan was for me to take the train to where he was to meet him for a drink. As friends, he had said. It was a particularly impulsive trip but I had a rough week at uni and wanted to get away. We had been chatting the night before - well, webcamming - and he suggested, after he had cum, that I don't and that I come by to pay him a visit. No expectations for play, he had said, but don't cum just in case you decide that you want to do something.

I went over for several reasons: first, we had chatted for a while and I counted him as a good friend so it would have been good to meet; secondly, I really needed to get away; and finally, I was horny. So what if we didn't have much interests in common.

He was the sweetest person I had met. He picked me up from the train station and we walked around the town all afternoon. Later, we went to grab a bite for dinner. Then had a couple of drinks. He bought the first two rounds so I wanted to buy him another, but he said that he had plans for the night so he shouldn't be drinking that much.

"You're welcome to stay the night if you want to," he told me. "Like I told you, no expectations."

I was horny so I only blushed.

"Well, it's a shame you have plans for tonight because ..." I trailed off. He knew immediately.

"Oh, I already had an idea of how to incorporate you into my plans."

It had been a couple of days since I'd cum, and with the edging session on cam the day before, I went hard immediately. He must have sensed because he said that we were to leave immediately and he just stood up. I blushed more as I raised to show something else that had risen up in the lower regions.

He laughed.

We didn't say anything more in the journey from the pub to his house. As I got out of the car, he grabbed my hand assuringly and said, "Trust me".

I saw a man sitting in the living room, the moment the door opened. He was handsome, chiseled and had a million-dollar smile. Upon noticing us, he walked over and introduced himself. When he shook my hand, I melted immediately. He just exuded charm.

And then I caught a whiff of him. He smelt amazing.

They sat me down and explained that they were partners and would often time incorporate a third into their sessions. If I was game, they said, then they would prep me for the night. I agreed.

My friend took me into his room to prepare myself. It was almost 11pm by then so I knew we had to rush. I was made to strip, take a quick shower and present myself back. When I returned, I saw several things on the bed.

There was a pair of rubber shorts, a collar, a gag, nipple clamps and wrist cuffs. He made me put them on one at a time. Then, he asked me to raise my hands and he cuffed my hands to some straps attached to the door.

His partner then came in, still smelling great, with a cup of water. Except that it was ice and immediately, they placed my balls in the cup. I yelp in surprise but it didn't take long before what they wanted to happen did. My cock went soft and on came a chastity device.

"Let's make it three days, shall we?"

While my friend put the device on me, his partner was fiddling with something else. The moment it was locked on, they turned me around and told me to relax and breath slowly. They were going to put a small plug in. Worried that it would fall out, they attached the plug to the chastity device using some sort of harness over the rubber shorts.

I was well geared up.

The key to the harness and chastity was then put onto a chain and placed around my friend's neck.

"Since he likes the outdoors so much, some nights I let him spend some time outside. Usually, he's only in a pair of shorts and sneakers with barely enough money to make a phone call. Tonight, he'll head out with one extra thing - the keys to your devices around his neck," the partner told me.

They escorted me to the car - still geared up like that - and we all got in. My friend was dressed in a T-shirt, running shorts and sneakers. I could see the chain with the keys showing around his neck. Then, a blindfold was put on him. Because I was gagged, I couldn't say anything. So he continued explaining.

"I'm going to drive him out to a strange location now. Once we get there, he'll take his T-shirt off and get out of the car and we'll drive home. When we get back, I'll put you to bed. Except that you can't remove any of those things before he gets home. If he doesn't arrive by 5am, then he'll be punished when he gets home.

"If he doesn't get back by 7 then he stays out for the rest of the day and you'll stay locked as well because I'm heading to work and you're not to let him in. It should be a fun night."

All I could do was stare at him through the rearview mirror. My cock tried to get hard in the cage but couldn't. I wanted to touch myself so bad but I just couldn't reach it the way he had my hands cuffed to the harness. I tried and tried the whole journey, just inhaling his scent that has since filled the car.

I cupped my CB in my hands and was shocked that I could even do it. Then I heard a cough and looked up. It was him. Smirking. Still smelling so good.

"You zoned out for a minute," he said. I then realised I was in the restaurant and everyone who had arrived on the table was looking at me. He looked down at my crotch, and back up at me. He smirked again. "Reliving fond memories?"

Stacked for Stag - Part 3

My partner was finally released just before the store was to close for a lunch break. There was already quite a crowd in the store by the time I was fully gimped out with the help of the customers but the store soon emptied out.

My friends and the owners of the store had already made plans to have lunch at the restaurant located across the street. The weather was great and there was a table for eight that I had not noticed earlier due to the fact that I've been blindfolded since I got into the van.

Not that it would have made a difference - I would never have suspected since there would be nine of us. What I didn't realise was that there was never any plans for me to join them for lunch.

When the store emptied, my partner fed me a bit of food and drinks so I didn't get hungry. I just ate obediently, not knowing what was coming next.

I would be on display in the window of the store for everyone to see - while the eight of them had a meal just across the street watching me in amusement (and also to make sure nothing goes wrong).

Soon, I felt myself being guided to another room again (the window display) and locked into the bondage chair. My partner then plugged the electro in and I moaned loudly in response. The porn on my headphone changed very quickly to white noise.

It was at that point that I knew I was going to be left alone for a while and this time, unable to move any part of my body to touch myself. Gimped up, with electro under the rubber suit and a full metal chastity belt over - I was the epitome of helpless.

It was a good thing I was hooded because almost everyone who walked past the store took a picture.

I'd eventually get to meet some of them at the party later.

--

It had already been a fruitful morning - a journey in bondage in the van, being displayed in the window in my regular clothes before the store opened, then being dressed by strangers in gears people had gifted to me for the wedding and now on display again as a gimp - not that I knew much of what was happening.

The eight had a great lunch and spent time catching up, while laughing at my predicament.

I had been sitting there like that for about an hour and a half - I've lost track of time and the white noise in the headphones keeping all the sounds out didn't help - before they took me in eventually. The headphones were still on while they cuffed my feet down to the ground and hands into the air in a spread eagle position.

"Where was I?" was all I could remember asking myself.

As if to answer, the headphones were removed and I felt someone hug me.

"Are you okay?" he asked. If was the ex-roommate. All I could do was nod.

"Do you want to know what's going on?"

I nodded again.

Then blindness. The blindfold had been removed for the first time in over six hours and it took a while to adjust to the light. While my vision finally got clarity, however, I was still dazed and unsure where I was.

My partner then explained everything to me and I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh, be angry or just moan from how turned on I was from the story.

He knew me better than I did, though, and just asked, "Do you want that belt removed and someone touching your cock?"

All I could do was moan.

One of the owners then removed the device and my cock was hard and leaking. By then, there was already an audience - the store had opened from after lunch and people had come in to see where they had taken the gimp from the window.

After he removed the device, the owner put his hands up to get everyone's attention.

"Some of you might have heard about that special promotion we had this morning - a treat with every purchase, you might say. Well, we're extending the promotion this afternoon, with a twist.

"You've all heard from this gimp how much he wants someone to touch his cock so we're going to give all of you a chance to do that. With every purchase you make, you'll get to stroke him - one stroke for every five dollars you spend. As a bonus, every purchase gets an automatic five strokes."

One of our friends then continued: "Let's add a twist. The gimp knows he's not allowed to cum so if you don't get to finish your number of strokes before he tells you to stop, then you'll get to spank his balls double the number of strokes you have leftover."

I was horrified, and started speaking through my gag but to no avail.

"Since it's out of your control, I guess you don't have to see what's going on," one of them said as they put the blindfold back on.

--

I was huddled up in the corner of the cage, spent. I had just spent the whole evening on display during the party. It wasn't a sex party per se but these were kinksters and lots of people were trying on gear and buying stuff.

For most of the party, I was left on a chair in the middle of the room. I was still gimped up but the electro items had been removed and was just replaced by a regular plug to keep me full.

Earlier in the afternoon, I had endured about three hours of constant edging and spanking. Customers who had made purchases would come up to me and tease my cock. Some didn't make very expensive purchases so they were treated with growls of frustrations when they stopped. Those who spent more got to hear moans and begging of being allowed to cum, followed by a stop when I got too close.

I knew better than to cum without permission.

I counted at least 25 people who had spent the afternoon edging me. My friends would occasionally give me a break - there had been a couple of toilet breaks all day and to make sure I was drinking water to stay hydrated.

But I don't think I remember my cock ever going soft and my horniness never subsided. The store had lots of sample lubes available and many people used that to stroke me. It got me closer than ever and all I could do was hold back and just moan in frustration.

By six PM, the party had kicked off. I could hear music from a live DJ playing and lots of chatters. It sounded like the place was getting more and more full.

The "promotion" to edge me had ended by then - my friends knew I was already sore and didn't want to ruin the rest of the week. But I think they all just didn't want to break me just yet. It was, after all, only day one.

They left me on that seat the whole party but removed the gag so that I could speak to some of the visitors. The blindfold was never removed though so I never knew who I was speaking to.

But lots would happen in the mean time. Customers who had made new purchases came up to use me as a demo/testing gimp. At any one point, one of my friends was with me to make sure that nothing untoward happened to me.

All the playing became more frustrating. I got violet wands and hand vibrators used on me to tease me, I felt a variety of nipple clamps and various other items on my cock and balls.

As the party wound down later in the night, some regulars to the stores and close friends of the owners stayed behind. That party got a bit more sexual and some of my friends got in on the act.

For this, they took the blindfold off so I could see everything that was happening. My partner offered to become the official photographer since he didn't want to get involved.

Suddenly, I saw a guy walking over to me and without any notice, he came on me. Before I knew it, everyone had taken turns to cum on me and with that, the party was over.

One guy though, decided to use the cum one me to stroke me. I was writhing with pleasure, begging and begging to be allowed to cum while he just kept going, slowly. I could only moan and beg that I didn't even notice that the restraints holding me down to the chair were being undone.

My hands were fastened behind my back as I continued moaning and humping this guys hand.

And then one of the owners showed up with a big grin on his face.

"This is our gift to you and your partner," he said as he held up the chastity belt I was wearing earlier. "It's a special edition and we modified it to fit your body after seeing you wear it earlier. This device has two locks and we've made a few sets.

"You'll be wearing this at the wedding ceremony, and until then but the eight of us each have one key. If you ever want to get unlocked, you'll need to find two people with the different key this week."

With that, the guy removed his hand and they proceeded to put the belt on me.

Once it was locked on, my partner asked for permission to touch me as he guided me back into the cage. Before he pushed me in and locked it, he gave me a sloppy kiss.

I don't think I could love him much more than at that moment. He had made so many of my fantasies come true in just one day.

Little did I know what else they had in store for me the rest of the week. I curled up on the mat on the corner, spent, and fell asleep quickly as the party continued and they cleaned up. Before I passed out, one thought cross my mind.

It was only day one of the stag week.

Stacked for Stag - Part 2

My partner's ex-housemate quickly cuffed my hands behind my back as soon as he removed the chains attached to my wrists and ankles. The blindfold was still on, as was the nipple clamps attached to the collar.

The moment he asked me, "Are you ready to kick start the week?", my cock tried to get hard immediately. But the CB6000 kept it well in check.

He escorted me out of this room into the other. I didn't realise that the first "room" was actually the window display at a popular fetish store in this city we had just arrived in. I was about to get married later this week - the kinkier of the two wedding ceremonies we would have - and the week-long stag part had just begun the moment we landed earlier this morning.

I had spent the couple of hours on display at the store without my knowledge. The rest, five other friends and the owners of the store, were setting up. My partner was outside handing out invites to the kink party the store was hosting. Little did I know that my partner and I were the main attraction.

As far as I knew, I was just left in a room alone so I was playing with myself. I was mortified to discover later that many people were watching me got at myself while my partner introduced me to them from outside the store.

Now, they were finally ready for me. In my head, we were still in a rented house or a rented dungeon of some sorts.

"Let me introduce you to a couple of friends," my partner said. I heard two voices saying hello to me as the rest laughed.

Then before I could reply, I felt a strike of pain on my nipples. One of the new "friends" - the owner of the store - had taken the nipple clamps off very quickly as I screamed into his face. I then felt his hands go down to play with my CB and balls through my shorts while other hands touched me at different parts of my body.

I continued moaning in pain as I felt two hands start rubbing on my extremely sore nipples - I have had them on for about two hours by then!

"So they got more friends to play with me," I thought to myself. "Holy crap, this week is going to be a massive orgy!"

Little did I know.

Very quickly, the hands started removing my clothes. Simultaneously, my T-shirt was being pulled off me, while my shorts was being pulled down to reveal my ass in a pair of jocks. It has a huge bulge from the CB and a wet spot from all the leaking. The cuffs were detached from each other quickly and reattached once my T-shirt was removed.

I was then lead into what felt like a giant cage and a chain from the top of it was attached to my collar. So while I had freedom of movement - it was a big cage - I could only take a couple of steps before I was choking on the collar and could not touch myself because my hands were still cuffed behind my back.

"We're going to leave you here for a while. Enjoy yourself," one of the owners said. Then I felt noise-cancelling headphones put over my years playing some very hot porn. Great, now I didn't know where I was and not sure what was happening around me.

--

Meanwhile, my partner too had been stripped naked but unlike me, he wasn't meant to be the plaything for the week. Still, there was the rule that both of us weren't allowed to touch each other and our friends were worried that he'd take pity on me that they put him in a smaller round cage which was hoisted into the air.

For the rest of the morning, he would sit in that cage just watching me. He was free to do whatever he wanted but anyone walking into the store would see him.

He was slightly embarrassed at first - this wasn't part of his agreement with the boys. He knew what was coming next but assumed he would be part of it. But the groomsmen took matters into their own hands.

It didn't take him long to start touching himself and getting hard watching what was happening to me.

After a particularly loud grunt, one of our friends turned to him and said, "Go ahead and cum if you want to but we're not letting you out until we're ready. I'd suggest you take your time."

He went beet red.

--

Lost in the world of porn, I was jolted back into reality when I felt someone's hand on my CB. It was fumbling down there and I immediately knew they were removing it. All I could do was moan. There was a bit of caressing of my cock and balls which felt amazing that I didn't even notice that the chain on my collar had slacked and that there was another set of chains attached to my cuffs to lift my arms up.

Soon, I was in a bent over position knowing what came next.

I felt the lube first, and then a finger. All I could do was moan and, I'm embarrassed thinking about it, begging for more as the finger kept hitting on my prostate. Not long after, I felt a plug being pushed in. While that was happening, hands were fiddling with other things around my body. The moment the plug was fully in, I felt something pulled tight - a leather harness had been attached to hold the plug in. That's why they needed to remove the CB, my cock and balls needed to go through the ring at the front of the harness.

The moment this was over, there was nothing again. I called out for them, but even if they had responded, I wouldn't know. The porn was still playing in the headphones.

A while later, I felt hands again on my balls. It hurt a bit, with the tugging and squeezing but I just knew it wasn't teasing - they were trying to put something on. That thing turned out to be a ring around my balls. Then nothing.

"They're dragging this out," I thought to myself, which both got me worried but horny at the same time.

Little did I know what plans they had.

--

"You're the lucky first customer today," one of the owners had told a customer who had just walked in. "We've got a special promotion all day today - and maybe over the weekend - as you can see from the sign outside."

The customer was very intrigued. He wasn't a regular but came by often enough to know that there would be occasional demos. So for him to see a naked guy playing with himself in a cage hoisted up from the ground, and another person in a big cage was not really new.

What the special promotion was, is another matter.

"As the first customer, so long as you make a purchase, you get to join in the fun," he was told.

Basically, our friends had made arrangements with the owner of the store to set a wedding registry over the past few weeks. My partner was in on this and had helped them craft out the list to be sent to all our friends who knew about our kinky lives. and were invited to the kinky wedding. Not many could make it of course, being out of town, but I would discover later that a healthy number of friends would show up - which would only make my situation more humiliating.

That customer was quick to make a purchase of course. He already knew what he wanted so he paid for the leather jockstrap before he even tried it on. The moment he did, however, he asked how he could join in the fun.

"On that special display table, are a range of toys and gear that his friends had purchased for him as a wedding gift. Each person who makes a purchase in the morning gets to put one item on him. The moment all the items are on him, we'll display him at the window again while we close to set up for the party in the evening," the owner behind the counter told him.

Excitedly, he went in and with the help of my friends, got the butt plug in. There were other customers around of course who had listened in on the conversations and all were very excited to join in.

One by one, the gear was put on and before long, I was all gimped up and ready for display. The honour of plugging in the plug and cock ring to the electro kit, however, was given to my partner who had eventually been let down the moment I was released.

For almost 2 hours, I was put into rubber, hooded up, gagged, plugged and more - moaning and humping the air. Watching this, he could not resist himself and came three times alone while up in the cage. A couple of customers, who had been around during his first orgasm, waited below the cage to catch and eat his cum from the second and third times.

They wanted to tease me too, of course, but my friends were good bouncers - other than putting the gear on me, no one was allowed to do anything with me after.

"That," my friends kept telling them, "is this afternoon's entertainment".

Stacked for stag - Part 1

"I told you he wouldn't resist," one of them said as they put a blindfold on me. That's right, I didn't stop them. No, it wasn't that kind of event. It was my stag do and I had told myself that I would let go this once and let them take charge. I figured that if these were close enough friends to take a week off work to travel to a different city for a whole week, then I could bloody well trust them with my life.

The trip was planned almost a year ago after my partner proposed to me. Since then, we had gotten close to a group of people who shared our interests and lifestyle including his former roommate and other friends we frequent to kinky clubs with.

Together, they decided that we should have a separate wedding ceremony - just friends and totally indulgent in our kinks and fetishes. Except that I wasn't allowed to know what they were planning. Only my partner was consulted. The exchange was that with our other ceremony - for family and friends - I got to run the show.

Not that I had a say in the matter. In all things related to our kinky lifestyle, my partner called the shots. That was clear.

So, here I am, in a totally different city with six other people who will be spending a whole week with us in the lead up to our kinky wedding. My bags were packed for me so I'm not sure what's in it ("Not much to wear," my partner had joked - I hope). We were in a van they had rented. My partner was sitting in the passenger seat and I was right at the back in the luggage area.

I was forced to agree to two conditions prior to arriving. First, I had to go along with everything they said and secondly, my partner and I were not to touch each other all week. Save that for the wedding night, they had said.

Still, this wasn't just a play week. I know for a fact there were a lot of things planned including dinners, shows, shopping and sightseeing. But right now, we had just entered the van and everyone took a seat while I was ordered to get in the back and kneel on my knees.

The moment the van started moving, a couple of them turned around and put the blindfold on.

--

I didn't find out until later but there was a huge sign that's been put up in the window display a couple of days before we arrived.

At the moment, no one can hear me moaning and my shouts out loud as the electro - through electrodes in the form of a butt plug held in by a locking leather harness and a cock ring - shocks me at different times, different intensities and different sensations.

I am sitting on a bondage chair, completely gimped up. I'm dressed head to toe in rubber - with a tight hood with only breathing holes. Under the hood, I have a ball gag on suppressing my moans. My hands are strapped down to the arms of the chair, my legs attached below. There are more straps around my waist and chest to the back of the chair. A metal collar around my neck is an extension of the chair which ensures I'm not moving too much or going anywhere.

Over the suit, with my cock and balls hanging out of it, is a full chastity belt to match the metal collar. So it doesn't really matter if the cock and balls are not under the suit, they are inaccessible. Not that I could even move my hands enough to touch them.

I would also find out later that lots of people are walking past and taking pictures. Some, lured by the sign, have walked in to find out more, responding to the "Enquire Within"call to action.

I had been sitting there like that for about an hour and a half - I've lost track of time and the white noise in the headphones keeping all the sounds out didn't help - before they took me in. The headphones were still on while they cuffed my feet down to the ground and hands into the air in a spread eagle position.

"Where was I?" was all I could remember asking myself.

--

I heard a laugh just as the van had come to a stop. At this point, all I had on was the blindfold and chains attached to my hands and feet so I was fairly mobile. My shirt was unbuttoned midway through, enough for them to attach nipple clamps looped through the D ring on a collar they had put on me. And of course, the CB6000 they had put on me at the toilets the moment we got past airport security.

They were laughing at the sign they had just seen at the front of the store. It read:

Getting married!

A couple of our kinky friends are getting married!

They will be arriving this Friday for a week leading up to a very kinky wedding to be held right here in the store!

On Friday, one of them will be spending a lot of time here so find out how you can join in the festivities. He might still be around on Saturday. And Sunday. You get the idea.

Enquire within.

I didn't know at that time, but we had arrived a couple of hours before the store had opened to set up. This store was a well-known fetish shop. It was also located on a very busy street so many people would have read the sign. I just didn't know how many it would turn out to be.

All I know was that I was lead out of the car and as we walked through the door - me still in chains - I was immediately ushered to a room and placed on a chair. I was told not to get out of that seat and to just relax and enjoy myself as they set up.

So for over an hour, I just sat there in anticipation of what was happening. I had assumed we had checked into a hotel or perhaps a rented dungeon of sorts. Occasionally, I'd hear one of them call out to me to see if I was doing fine (I'd reply with an emphatic yes) and then I'd be left alone again. I could hear muffled sounds of them talk, laughing and some heavy lifting so I assumed they were in the next room.

I could not wait for what they had in store for me and occasionally, my hands would drift to stroke myself through my shorts, feeling my hardness in the CB. At times, I'd tug a bit on the nipple clamps by throwing my head back and moaning out loud. I was horny and I wasn't afraid of showing it.

If only I knew that I was sat in the display window of the store, with the sign next to me. On top of it, an additional couple of words were stuck on - "He's arrived!"

Outside, in front of the window, my partner was handing out fliers about a party the store was hosting in our honour later that day. And making sure that no one was taking pictures of me, much to my relief when I found out later on that I was playing with myself in the full view of people walking along the busy street heading to work and doing their shopping.

It would not be the last time I'd find myself in that window.