Stack for Stag: Preparing for the big day

I was exhausted, practically weak. Two of our friends had to help me get to the bedroom although I suspect it was less about them being worried I'd pass out before I got there and more to do with what plans they had for me.

Ah, bed. It was the first time all week that I was allowed to sleep on a bed. But everyone wanted to make sure I had a good night's sleep both to recover from the past week but also to make sure I had the energy for tomorrow.

It was going to be a big day.

I've been with about eight people all week - although many others have joined in at different times - all but two of whom have traveled with my partner and I to this city. I had no idea what plans they had but I had agreed to this 'stag week' where they would make all the decisions and I would just show up.

Tonight, I was given a bit of a reprieve. I was allowed to eat at the dinner table with everyone although my partner - and soon to be husband - and I were forced to sit at opposite ends of the table. We've had very little contact with each other all week.

The only difference was that everyone was dressed casually except my partner and I. He was in full leather gear looking amazingly hot while I was naked except with the chastity device.

Part of me was quite relieved to have been locked back up. I've been edged for hours each of the days of this stag week so far without being allowed to cum and was about to go crazy. That doesn't even include the number of days I hadn't cum before I left.

But that was dinner.

Right now, everyone had decided it was bedtime for me and our two friends were escorting me to my room. This was a new house we had just moved into today and I didn't know it very well. After all, as with the whole trip, I was blindfolded when we arrived and it was only removed finally at the dinner table (after all the events before that).

They led me up the stairs just by the dining area straight up to my room so I didn't really get to see much of what I imagined was a beautiful and massive house.

The moment I walked into the room though, I groaned. On the bed was cuffs attached to all four corners, and I immediately dreaded the night ahead.

"So much for getting rested, there's no way I'll get any good sleep bound spread eagle."

I must have just spaced out for a minute thinking about that because they had to prod me to get my attention.

"What are you waiting for then, get on the bed! You know what to do!"

And with that, I walked over to the bed and lay on my back. I had agreed to follow all instructions all week so I knew not to protest as they quickly restrained me to the bed. I tugged at my arms and legs but there was no give, they've really made it tight.

Then the blindfold came on. And then the poppers. And then I felt hands on my chastity device and I started humping the air, hoping to get some feeling. One of them then put a strap over my chest and stomach each, holding me down to make sure I couldn't move much.

Before I knew it, the device was taken off and my cock was free! The part of me dreading an edging earlier at dinner had lost the battle - with the poppers, all I wanted to do was have my cock stroked and to cum. I didn't have to wait long.

I felt them pour lube over my cock and expertly started edging me slowly. It didn't take me long to get close but they knew what they were doing. One of them was stroking me, the other was poppering me up.

"Please," I begged. "Let me cum. It's been so long. Oh God, please."

There was no response despite my pleas and begging. I don't know how long it went for but I was sufficiently trashing in bed, squirming, moaning and begging all at once.

Then silence. No one was touching me anymore and I was just lying there humping the air, groaning in frustration and calling out for them.

"Was this it?" I wondered to msyelf. I tugged at the restraints and realised that there was something over my hands. In all my trashing, my feeling of ecstacy, my horniness, I hadn't realised that they had put leather mitts on both my hands.

As if they sensed my confusion, one of them ripped the blindfold off my face and then, I heard a loud set of applause. When my eyes finally adjusted, I realised that it wasn't just two people there - all eight of them were watching the show.

The owner of the shop who gifted me the chastity device then walked up to me holding it. I was worried that he was going to put it back on.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to take this for a cleaning. But we do have plans for you," he said as one of our friends - my partner's ex-roommate - undid my legs. Another friend then walked up with a piece of leather gear that I would eventually discover was a pair of chastity shorts.

As he slipped it on me, one of the guys who was edging me earlier walked towards me again and fondled my cock that was hanging out of the shorts, while I was once again fed poppers. I started trashing again in the bonds.

Just as I got close to the edge, he stopped. The shop owner then showed me a hard cup, put it over my cock and zipped the chastity shorts up.

"We're going to undo your hands now, but the mitts stay on. The cup is there to make sure you don't be naughty tonight, but we'll let you sleep without bondage. You need your rest."

Just as I caught my breath, my partner walked up to me and gave me a big kiss.

"I've been told that this is our last kiss as single men," he said. "They won't let us meet until the ceremony."

With that, he gave me another sloppy kiss and hugged me, as everyone started leaving the room, wishing me a good night's sleep.

The lights went out and my hands went straight to my crotch. There was no way I was going to be able to touch it. I heard them locking the door from the outside, just as I dozed off and fell asleep.

--

"Rise and shine," they shouted. I opened my eyes, still groggy and made out about three to four people standing by the bed. I tried to rub my eye but couldn't - the mitts were still on. Making the connection, one of my hands reached down to my crotch; the cup was still there under the chastity shorts. I whimpered and they all laughed.

It was the big day but I still didn't know what was planned for me. I did see a whole tray of breakfast in front of me and suddenly felt hungry.

"We've got lots to do so we all better make a move of it. Don't you worry about anything, just eat!" one of them told me as he undid the mitts from my hand.

As I scoffed down breakfast, I wondered what they all had planned. The four of them were faffing around the room - a couple in the bathroom, one running in and out of the bedroom and one more removing things from a luggage bag and the closet.

I couldn't see exactly what was being taken out but I knew it would not be your usual formal wear. This was a kinky wedding and no doubt, we were to be in gear.

After I was done with breakfast, I was led to the bathroom where the chastity shorts was removed. I then stepped into the bathtub and was about to start enjoying myself when one of our friends pulled my hands above my head and cuffed it to the rails. They weren't even going to let me bath in peace.

Two of them took turns cleaning me and shaving my crotch area. If the cuffs weren't so uncomfortable, it would have been a nice treat being fawned over this way. But who am I to complain - it's been a long week and as frustrating as it is to have so much play without cumming, it's been really fun as well. They really put all the effort into this trip.

To towel me dry, they cuffed my hands to the shower railing instead as I stood up. A couple of times they lingered a bit longer at my cock and balls as they wiped me dry. It didn't take long for me to get hard again and start humping the air.

"Need some help?" one said as he winked, dropped to his knees and went for my cock. It was all I could do to not cum right there. He pulled off really quickly, laughed and said, "Well, seems like someone is at the edge already if those moans are anything to go by."

I was finally uncuffed and we walked into the room and I saw this whole organised mess of gear everywhere. There were gear that I've never seen before - a mix of shiny rubber and hot leather. It was my version of heaven. I'd find out later that they were all tailor made for me, as wedding gifts from our group of friends.

And so the dressing needed to begin. First was just a simple rubber jockstrap. Just as I was about to step into the rubber suit next, one of them stopped me and poured some lube down the jockstrap and squeezed my cock and balls a bit. I immediately got hard and started whimpering; they knew that my cock and balls in lube rubbing against the rubber would keep me hard and horny.

The rubber suit looked amazing - it was full length from neck to toes, but it was crotchless with a cod piece. There was a zip at the rear and where my nipples are. Although it was already shiny, they started polishing to make sure it was spotless.

They then helped me put on a pair of boots with grey laces through the 16-eyelets. Leather cuffs then went around my boots. I looked at the mirror and loved what I saw. This was the perfect wedding suit! Little did I know what was to come next.

Out of the closet came the most amazing looking, heavy duty leather sleepjacket.

"Put your hands out," one of them said and I eagerly did. It fitted perfectly as they wrapped it around my body. The fastened the straps real tight once my arms were secured, and then pulled the straps down both sides of my crotch making the jockstrap hug even tighter (and the lube more squishy). Once I was tightly strapped in, I heard padlocks. I wasn't going to be getting out of them anytime soon.

When I was finally all suited up, each came up to me and gave me a kiss and squeezed my dick. I was ready!

As they led me out of the room, I wondered what they had planned next. After all, I was all geared up but they weren't, although I did notice they were quite well dressed. I figured they'd have some plans for me as I waited for them to gear up as well.

When we got down to the bottom of the stairs, they stopped me in front of a door. I could hear some loud music so I figured some people were setting up in there. They put a blindfold on me, and noise cancelling headphones playing white noise. I couldn't hear or see a thing and my cock started twitching.


They led me into the room and then made me go on my knees at where I imagined was the middle of the room. My head rested on the floor as I felt someone lubing up my ass.

"This is going to get uncomfortable," I thought to myself. Little did I know. Once I was properly lubed up, I felt a few hands trying to manage me - I didn't have much balance not being able to see, hear or have my own hands to help.

I was made to walk up a couple of steps - a stage? - and then turned around and slowly pushed down to sit. Except that it had to go slowly, I felt what appeared to be a dildo or a plug on the seat. They gave me a hit of poppers to help me adjust and soon, I was seated with a butt plug in me.

Then I felt them strapping my legs and thigh down so I couldn't move. Next, my cock and balls were taken out of the jockstrap and some things were attached to them. I felt them unbutton the nipple flaps on the straight jacket, and unzip the rubber suit to expose my nipples. Clamps then came on and I moaned out loud.

I thought I heard a roar of laughter through the headphones but I couldn't be sure in my poppered, horny state. But then I didn't feel anything for a couple of minutes so I just sat there and struggled, trying to get some friction on my cock.

Before I knew it, the headphones were removed and my blindfold was peeled off.

"SURPRISE!"

As my eyes adjusted, I noticed there were about 20 friends of ours - some of whom I didn't even realise would be attending the wedding. Most were kinksters, although a few were friends who knew about our lifestyle but didn't engage it in themselves.

They were all dressed really smart, almost semi-formal. I must have blushed realising that they were all so decently dressed, drinking wine and enjoying themselves while here I was naked, plugged and whimpering with horniness.

The realisation jolted me back to reality and I looked down at myself. All I could make out was that I was naked, there was some electrodes on my cock and balls and the seat I was on was fixed into some kind of makeshift box.

Before I could say anything to anyone, I was gagged again as they closed the front door to the box. Attached to the door was a hook, which they looped the chain from the nipple clamps too, which made me straighten my body more than I already did with the plug in me. All that you could see of me at the moment was my head protruding out of the box.

"We're having a small reception before lunch as the other groom gets ready. Enjoy yourself!" one of them told me as he put the blindfold back on and gave me another hit of poppers. I moaned loudly through the gag when I felt the first waves of electro hitting my cock and balls.

There was a roar of laughter at my moan, but that quickly went away as the noise-cancelling headphones came back on and I was lost in my own world again, completely humiliated by the fact that all my friends were socialising around me as I sat there being more and more turned on as a horny display boy for their pleasure, at my party.

It seemed so long since the proposal first happened.

Reconnection

I sat in the cab feeling a little bit guilty. I was about to spend a few days away with a guy I had known for a while but hadn't told my partner. While we have a relatively open relationship, there hasn't been much need to lie.

I'm not even sure why I felt this time was necessary. The guy I was about to meet wasn't even an old flame, although we have played several time in the past. But it has been many years since he left the country, and way before I met my partner.

Looking out of the window, I could feel my cock getting hard in my jockstrap, pressing tightly against my jeans. My partner had grabbed at it just before I kissed him goodbye, telling me to have fun but be safe. It was as if he knew I had something planned but as far as he was concerned, I was off for a work in a nearby city.

Perhaps it was that affection with which he kissed me, or the consideration to tell me to be safe, or just the crotch grabbing to remind me how lucky I was to have him, that was causing the guilt.

Not that I even knew what lay ahead this weekend. All I know is that my friend had called me a few weeks ago to say that he was back in town for a few days and wanted to see if we could catch up. Not knowing I was attached, he suggested I spent the few days at the hotel with him just to hang out.

We spoke a lot about it since - I wasn't sure what he wanted exactly but he assured me that he had no expectations.

"Just hanging out for old times sake," he had said. "Reconnect".

We decided that we won't plan anything and that I'd just pack my bags for a couple of nights. There was no expectations of play - maybe just a few drinks to get trashed and rekindle an old friendship.

We used to be really good friends and I really missed him so I agreed. But for some reason, I couldn't find a way to explain this to my partner and hence, made up the story about going away for work.

My partner usually locks me in chastity when I travel for work but I managed to convince him that this time it was only for a couple of days. I joked that it would be nice to have my dick free so that I could see if there was anything exciting on Grindr when I got in. He just shrugged and said okay.

I must have been lost in my thoughts really deep because the cab driver suddenly turned around and told me that we had arrived. The hotel was about 40 minutes from my place and the journey went by really quickly.

Apologising profusely for being distracted, I paid the cab driver and carried my small bag of luggage out and walked towards the reception. I gave the receptionist the room number my friend had asked me to call up to. She looked at me, asked for my name and said that there was a message left for me when I told her.

The message was in an envelope. I opened it and in it were two cards - one to open the hotel room door and the other, read: "Am out. Make yourself comfortable".

In the elevator heading up, I was a little pissed off. I've made the effort to come visit him and he couldn't even wait to say hi after all these years? Still fuming, I opened the hotel room door to notice that all the lights were turned off and the dark curtains closed so it was pitch black. It must be one of those hotels where you have to insert the key card into a slot to power up the room.

I took a step in and tried to put my hand out to feel for the key slot when I suddenly felt myself falling onto the sofa next to the door.

Almost immediately, a dark cloth bag was put over my head and my hands were being pulled to my back hurting me so much that I couldn't make a sound or exclaim. I wanted to call out my friend's name - is this a joke? - but I only felt winded.

Before I could regain my bearings to figure out what was happening, I felt cold metal on my wrist. Handcuffs! And then quickly, someone was winding duct tape across my mouth over the cloth so I couldn't even speak. My legs were also cuffed and connect to the wrist cuffs. In less than 30 seconds, I was hogtied, gagged and unable to see anything.

I felt myself being carried further into the room - so there had to be more than one person -  and then ungraciously dumped onto the floor. Then I heard a door close and realised that I have been put in the closet. Then I heard a louder bang. They had left the room.

All these questions popped into my head - was I being kidnapped? Who was this? I've not seen my friend in ages - was it really him who wrote to me? How many people were there? What did they want with me?

Then panic set in. No one knew where I was. As far as my partner was concerned, I was on the way to work in a city three hours away. The hotel staff knew I was here but I had voluntarily walked into the elevator and the room. There would have been no indication to anyone that the person who had booked this room would be doing this to me.

I'm not sure how long I was left in there but I dozed in and out of consciousness. Even when they eventually returned and took me out of the closet, I was limp, tired and confused from grogginess of sleeping that I could barely struggled when they uncuffed my hands and legs one at a time and stripped me.

They sat me on a chair and restrained me tightly that I could barely move anything other than my fingers and toes. I felt them put a collar on me which didn't allow me to move my neck at all. It was at that point that they cut the tape and pulled off the hood.

"Hey!" I shouted, free to talk at last. Not for long thought as a bit gag was immediately put on me. But as my eyes adjusted to the light from having been in the dark for so long, I realised that attached to the collar was a set of blinders which meant I could only look in front - right at a laptop playing heavy bondage porn. They put a set of headphones on me which played the sound from the porn.

I'm not sure if it was the hot show I was watching, but I relaxed at that point. I realised that I wasn't being kidnapped for ransom or anything. This was a sexual abduction - the fact that I was in a posture collar with blinders meant that this was someone with fetish gear.

So, it was my friend after all. It was slightly disconcerting though because there was no indication that this was going to happen, and he hasn't said a word. But I knew I was hard and told myself to enjoy it. I was probably going to be released in a while anyway.

Little did I know.

Boarding time

I'm sat on the plane extremely horny. I've not cum in 10 days and am not sure when I'll be allowed to. At the moment, I have a seven hour flight ahead of me. Under my T-shirt are the words, 'Hard for days, horny bitch' penned onto my body. I also have a cock ring on, as well as a condom with lube in it on my hard cock.

All these were at my partner's suggested. He was the one who has put me on a 10 day cum ban for this trip and other than to wash and pee, I was not allowed to touch my cock. It's been frustrating. Even when I hooked up with a hot guy yesterday, I had to ask him before hand if it was okay if I didn't cum during the session.

He was fine with it - he just wanted a blow - but was curious as to know why. So I had to tell him, which was all the more humiliating for me. Which in turn meant that I only got harder.

When he found out what it was all about, he just smirked. And the whole time I was servicing him - from blowing to sucking and biting on his nipple - he only played with my balls and nipple. He didn't touch my cock at all which only made it harder and more frustrating.

The few times he did touch it, he only stroke a bit to get me to moan hard before he let go. Needless to say, I left very horny and more frustrated.

But I digress. I am sitting here on the plane unsure of what the next few days lie ahead for me. My partner will be away for a few days too so he won't be there when I get home.

He did leave instructions though. When I go home, I'm expected to head to the shower immediately, shave and put on the chastity device he had left out for me. He had thought it all through, he's left 10 sets of locks out for me with the keys to each hidden somewhere in the house.

The objective of this is so that for the next 10 days while he's away, I would be told where the key for a particular lock is to unlock. I would have to stroke a hundred times and then use another lock to lock myself back up without cumming.

It was going to be a long 10 days ahead for me. But I'm already at such a high level of horn, I'm looking forward to heading home and locking up. Part of me even craves going longer than the 10 days - it's only four short of my current locking record.

My horn was so high that I made some other plans for myself. Once locked, I would put on my butt plug harness on for two hours and have the key to that stored in a time safe so I can't be unlocked. Then I'll gear up in my rubber suit and hood, gag myself and watch porn online while popper in up a little.

Following that, I plan to put myself in a blindfold and tie myself down to my bed feeding myself poppers through my gas mask for the remainder of the 2 hours.

I would be lying there squirming and basking in my hormones and just humping the air whimpering and moaning and gagging for release.

--

I lay there for a while when I suddenly feel someone tugging at my wrist cuffs. Then I hear a click of a lock - someone has made my bondage predicament a little more permanent. Then he tapped on my cage and laugh.

That was my partner's laughter. I was on a popper high so I couldn't make sure of what was going on but I just soaked it all in. He tightened the bondage, unzipped the suit to out clamps on and suddenly I felt a vibratory on my cage.

He kept going in and out of the room, returning to tease me. He had taken the popper cloth out of the gas mask and was feeding me poppers at random times when I was not expecting it. My horn was so intense.

Before I even realised how long had passed, I heard the alarm go off. The two hours was up and my timer safe was unlocked.

My partner removed my bondage but cuffed my hands to the top of the bed. Then I felt him undo the chastity cage from my cock and I just let out a loud moan. He gave me a hit of poppers then started stroking me.

He counted each stroke - the first time he's said anything all else evening. About 23 strokes in, I moan out really loud and he stopped, knowing I was close.

'So, I'm going to help you with your 100 stroke challenge today. Except that I'll stroke the amount I want and not according to your moans. You had better not cum.'

He kept going and I was almost delirious trying not to cum. Eventually we made it to 100 and I was panting ridiculously by the end of it all. He then out some ice on my cock and I went soft immediately. The cage then came back on.

I just lay there whimpering as he spoke: 'So, there was some change of plans so I'll be here anyway for the next 9 days. So we're changing the rules a bit.

'Since I have already hidden the keys, I'll give you a clue each day and you're expected to find a lock. If you find the right key, you can unlock and do you 100 a day. Your task is to make sure you make all 10 days. I've done day one for you today.

'I'll leave in 9 days so you have a chance to do them all before I leave. If you do, you get to cum. Otherwise, you'll have to stay locked while I'm away and continue searching while I'm gone for your daily sessions. So you could very well end up being locked for only 10 more days or 20 before I come back.

'Considering you haven't cum in 10 days, that might be a whole month! Should be fun!'

He then gave me another hit of poppers and turned the vibratory around my cage on again.

'I'll leave you here to take all of that in as I prepare dinner. Have fun!' he said as I let out a loud moan wondering what I got myself into.