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.

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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.

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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.

Guess who?

It was a little bit awkward. I sat there on the table, not knowing if I should leave my bag there or take it with me. I had the table reserved but will the waiter think that I'd left if there was no sign of me when he came back?

But I didn't have much time to think about it, so I unzipped the bag, pulled out what I needed and rushed to the toilet. I only had two minutes to put on the CB6000 so I had to do it quick.

I made it back to the table just on time. I had broken out in a bit of a sweat in the toilet but there was no choice. When my partner, who is also my Dom, had texted me to put it on, I knew that I had to rush it because the guests were due to arrive at 7pm and I had to be at the table to greet them.

He knew that I carried the chastity device with me every where I went, that was an arrangement he had requested that I do a few months ago when I finally moved over and in with him. You never know when I want you locked and horny, he had told me. Since then, I've never left home without it.

I did think it strange however because he had unlocked me only this morning when he had returned home after four weeks away for business. But it was quick a quick kiss, hug and unlock as I was rushing to work when he came in.

He had arranged dinner with some friends of ours that evening. I wasn't sure who was invited but was told prior to his return to book a table at this restaurant for nine people, meaning that there would be seven guests.

Who was invited, though, was not something I have been informed. All I know that it was meant to be a thank you dinner. Still, having seven guests confused me but I think it was all part of the plan.

You see, my partner and I have a rather kinky lifestyle where he's the Dominant one while I'm the sub. Our relationship would look pretty regular to most people, and it is in many ways, except that occasionally we have a Dom/sub dynamic going.

It never usually affects the relationship as everything is pretty equal among us. That is, except when it comes to sex and my orgasms. That belongs to him.

The thank you dinner was for three people who had helped us while he was away. Before the trip, my partner had decided that I should remain in chastity for the whole duration. It would be the longest I've ever been locked consecutively but he was adamant that we finally do it.

"It's not that I don't want you to play with others while I'm away," he had assured me, adding, "It's just that I don't want you to cum at all."

So he made this arrangement where every Thursday, at 7pm sharp, I was to take a shower which would last between 15 to 20 minutes. It shouldn't be any more than that, or any less. After the shower, I was to lay on the bed naked where he had already attached chains to cuff my wrists and ankles to the bed.

The ones for my ankles were attached to each corner of the bed while the ones for the wrists were together at the head of the bed. I was to attach the ankles first and then put on the blindfold and take a hit of poppers before I cuffed my wrists together and to the head of the bed. I had three minutes to do all this from when I turn the shower off.

It all seems like simple self bondage but there was a catch. In that first 20 minutes, I would have a visitor in our house. This person has been given a set of house keys and were to enter while I was in the shower. He would only enter the room after three minutes from hearing the shower being turned off.

By then, I was spread eagled and blindfolded.

The person would come in and padlock my cuffs together so there was no escape. He'd then go into the bathroom where I'd have left him a small bucket of warm water and a towel that he'd bring back into the room, unlock me and clean me out for the week.

The idea was there'd be no fuss, just a quick clean and then lock me back up quicky. He'd give me another hit of poppers as he was finished and unlock the cuffs, turn the lights off and leave the house.

I had no idea who it was. This happened the first two weeks and it was pretty frustrating. Poppers get me really horny and taking a whiff while in chastity drove me almost crazy.

The third week however was slightly different. Everything went according to plan except that after the cleaning, he didn't lock me back up. He spent almost two hours with me in that position while edging and teasing me the whole time.

He added a gag so I couldn't make any sounds or ask him what I as doing, nipple clamps came on that were pulled on if I was making too much noise. It was pretty frustrating after being locked for three weeks and then being teased that way.

So many times I was so close to cumming but he expertly stopped before I got too close. All I could do was moan in frustration.

After what felt like eternity, I heard a soft moan and felt warm juice landing on my body. He had cum on me. He disappeared immediately after and I panicked. Who was this person and was he going to leave me here just like that. The locks on the cuffs were still on so I couldn't get away. I was still gagged so I couldn't even scream for help.

All these thoughts were running through my mind but it all ended abruptly when I felt a sensation on my cock. Ice!

He certainly knew what he was doing and my cock went soft quite quickly and he could get the CB6000 on again. The moment it was locked on, he unlocked my cuffs, turned off the lights and left.

I lay there for a while trying to figure out what just happened, and got more horny realising that someone had cum and I couldn't. I tried to get hard by the chastity device was having none of it.

This was exactly a week ago today and I find myself locked up again unexpectedly, barely nine hours after my release. I was really horny at work and found opportunities to touch myself a little but I knew that I still hadn't gotten permission to cum. Besides, it would have been tough to do it at work, even in the toilets.

I looked at my watch and realised I had been sitting there for nearly 15 minutes since I'd put the lock on. Sensing a movement by the door, I turned my head only to be greeted by my partner who looked to be in a great mood.

He came over and gave me a kiss and a hug as he sat down. He then looked down at my crotch, nodded with approval while he gave it a gentle tap. He then opened the zip on the pocket of my bag where the keys to the device was and put it in his pocket.

"I know you've been a good boy but I've got another treat for you," he said. "I've invited seven people to dinner and among them are the ones who came over to visit you for your weekly clean up."

The horrified look on my face said it all. This was going to be an awkward dinner.

"The catch here is that it may have been three different people, or less. Your task tonight is to guess which of the seven he, or they, may be."

I sensed that he wasn't done as he started naming me the seven people that were around. They were all friends of ours, and none of whom we had played with previously.

"They're kinky?" I asked.

"Maybe and maybe not. That's for you to find out. You're free to chat to them and ask any questions. But careful you don't say too much if you don't want them to know about you," he replied. "You get to tell me the answer is on the way home. If you're right, we'll have fun tonight. If you're not, I'm keeping these keys again. And oh, I forgot to tell you this morning that I'm due to leave for another trip early tomorrow."

I looked at him in panic, horrified by the idea that I might be locked up for even longer. Before I could say anything however, two of our friends arrived and both gave me sly, knowing smiles.

Could it be either of them? Or both?