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.
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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.
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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.
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"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".
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