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.
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"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.
