Jealousy in a club

I was laying there still in shock. My partner's housemate had just walked in, put a gag on me and attached a vibrator to my cock while I was tied almost spread eagle. The wrist cuffs on my hands were attached to the bed by rope, and loosened but not enough for me to touch myself. My legs were still connected to the foot of the bed and the nipples clamps were still on.

The housemate walking in on me in this position had sent quite a shock through my system, but all I could think about was why he, too, was naked and had a CB around his cock. Because he had gagged me so quickly and left the room fast as well after telling me that I am to wait this way for my partner to return, I couldn't ask any questions.

The vibrations around my cock got me really horny soon enough though, and all I could think of was wanting to cum. But I knew that I was not allowed, and that the buzz wasn't enough to help me sustain too long an erection or fast enough to send me over the edge. It was there to serve as a reminder of my position as my partner's sub.

I started dozing in and out of sleep but woke up suddenly, when I heard a loud slamming of the door outside. It must have been the housemate again, and I started thinking about the events that lead to my current predicament.

But the more I thought of it, the more it occurred to me that I recognised the housemate from somewhere. Then it click.

It was a few weeks ago, the previous weekend visit I was making to see my partner. I had come on a weekend when there was a kinky event happening at a club in this city so I had brought my gear with me in my bag and met my partner at the club immediately after work on the Friday.

I had planned on wearing a lot of my leather gear that night but my partner obviously had something else in mind. The moment we walked in, he said, "Strip". I didn't want to but wanted to please him, so I did it quickly. It was a very embarrassing moment, we usually have a couple of drinks to lower my inhibitions before we start.

He stuffed my clothes into my bag and put a blindfold on me. He took me to a corner, told me to wait there, which he checked our stuff in at the coat room. He didn't even give me a chance to say hi to a couple of people I had recognised from a previous visit.

Within minutes, I felt a hand around my cock and I got hard immediately. I wasn't sure who it was but it felt good and I started moaning. Then I felt another set of hands playing with my nipples. I started panicking, not knowing who these people were. And where was he? Does he know that this was happening.

Just then, I heard him laugh and say, "I think we freaked him out enough guys." And he removed my blindfold. As my eyes adjusted, I saw two other people standing by me. It was the couple of guys who had played with me the last time. They were all laughing. I just blushed.

"Hi guys, having fun?" I asked, sheepishly.

As I said that, my partner took a gag from his belt (where he had attached a whole load of gear for the night) and put it in me. I was excited because this meant that I was going to get some play. As always, when I'm visiting, I don't usually cum for a few days before I arrive on his instructions so I was sufficiently horny.

Then, as he started attaching a collar and cuffs on my hands, he nodded to one of our friends who immediately started stroking me again. I was moaning and groaning into the gag, my body writhing from the pleasure. It wasn't long before he took me to the bar to get a drink and then to the sofa area where we both sat down.

He didn't say much as we sat there, just occasionally playing with my cock. I was oblivious to everything else that was happening as I had my eyes closed most of the time, enjoying the sensations from his hand.

It was only when he snapped his fingers that I opened my eyes, and saw this really hot looking guy dropping to his knees in front of my partner. He then leaned over to the guy and whispered into his ear and they had a conversation that I could not hear.

My partner then took his nipple clamps and placed it on the boys tits, and put the chain in between his teeth. "Pull on it," my partner said. The guy did so and winced from the pain. My partner then undid the guys jeans and he was naked. He was going commando.

The guy got his cock stroked a bit by my partner and started to moan through the chain. My partner pushed him down to his knees again and turned to me. "Take your collar off," he said, as he undid my cuffs. I did what I was told. "Now, the gag". I removed that as well.

What I had not expected was that he would take all of that off me and put it on the other guy. A pang of jealousy hit me. Here I was, with someone I was starting to date and starting to fall in love with, all naked in a club and this young punk was getting all the attention.

To make matters worse, my partner then passed me my glass of beer, some money and said, "Go stand by the bar there and enjoy your drink. Don't leave that bar until I tell you to." Flabbergasted, I just sat there and stared at him. "What are you waiting for?" he snapped. Hurt, I just stood up and walked to the bar as instructed.

At the bar, I looked around and noticed many people looking at me. I was one of the few naked people in the room, and standing alone just made me uncomfortable. But I was a bit embarrassed as well, so I started blushing.

I looked back at my partner and saw what unfolded afterwards. My collar was on the guy, and my cuffs held his hands behind his back. A ball stretcher had been put on his balls and he still had the chains from the nipple clamps in his mouth. He was on his knees as my parter started pulling at the clamps, stroking his cock and edging him, while also smacking his balls.

At some point, the pain must have gotten to him before he begged for permission to speak. My partner must have said yes because he took the chain out of his mouth and started talking. I couldn't tell what the conversation was but then my partner put the gag in his mouth. When the gag was one, my partner said something to him and the guy stood up and walked in my direction.

I panicked and looked down when we made eye contact. It was at that point that I realised I was still hard. As hurt as I was to be neglected, I was totally getting off on watching my partner play with someone else and I was extremely horny.

The guy didn't speak to me however. He went up to a few people, and through his gag, asked them if they had any poppers. I only knew this because he came up to someone else nearby me and mumbled his way asking for some poppers. The guy had it and passed him the bottle.

He then walked past me and went back to my partner. My partner gave him a couple of whiffs of the poppers before going back to the torture. The guy took it much better and before long, was moaning really loudly. In fact, half the club turned to look at them due to the volume of his moans. I suspected he was close to cumming.

This went on for a while - my partner likes to edge people, as I have discovered - and I was getting terrible turned on. It was like watching live porn with my partner as the star. My hand was just reaching for my cock when one of our friends came by me and said, "I wouldn't do that if I was you".

I knew what he meant. I hadn't yet got permission to touch myself. He did, however, give me a couple of strokes and I let a moan out of my mouth - all the while, my eyes still locked on my partner and that guy.

"You're really enjoy watching this, aren't you?" our friend asked. I just blushed. "I'm not sure if you're more turned on by what you are watching, or the fact that your partner just threw you the biggest mindfuck I've seen in a while."

I was confused, and asked, "What do you mean".

He replied: "He's got you in a corner watching him play with someone else. But they're not doing anything too serious, your partner is still fully clothed. It's the other guy who's getting the abuse. I would hazard a guess that this is your partner's plan for humiliating you in public. And... ," he continued as he gave my cock another couple of strokes, "I think you're enjoying it."

It only then hit me what game my partner was playing at. The relief, together with the sensation of having my cock played with and watching a the guy spasm as my partner finally let him cum, made my body shiver.

I was right at the edge of the orgasm and I didn't even realise it. Lucky thing, our friend did, and he removed his hand immediately and laughed. My partner just looked at me, looked down at my cock, looked back up and smirked.

I heard the door opened and I opened my eyes. My partner was standing there with the same smirk. He had come home from work. So, it wasn't the housemate who had slammed the door earlier - it was him.

Recalling that night, I had gotten myself excited and was raging hard with the vibrator still going. My partner looked at it, laughed, and said, "I see you're ready for the weekend." I moaned through my gag.

"I wonder what caused that. Could it be that someone was recalling the first night he met my housemate?" he asked and winked.

Packed journey

It was only our second proper date, but it was the third time we were meeting after that first encounter at Hanky Panky. I had returned to visit him and we were at the stage where we wanted to see if we could make the relationship work.

As I was taking the train in, we decided that he would meet me on a platform along the way after his work. If we could time it correctly, I'd already be on the train when he came in. Otherwise, I'd have to get out and wait for him.

Whether it was serendipity or not, I saw his face right there as the doors to the train opened and I was getting ready to step off. There were many people so he just indicated with the flick of his chin to stay on board as he came on.

At this stage, I was pretty shy about public displays of affection and so we didn't embrace or anything. He just stepped up towards me and said hi. Obviously, we weren't too comfortable with each other yet.

"Packed train huh?" I said, trying to make conversation.

He just nodded, grinned, and said, "Maybe you should grab this bar." He was indicating towards the handle bar above him, although I already had my hands on the one above my head.

I shook my head, trying to tell him that I was okay the way I am.

"Grab it," he said with some force. I did.

I didn't realize it then but he basically wanted me to lean into him. I took a whiff of him as I drew closer without trying to make it look too obvious.

Suddenly, I felt his hand at my crotch and saw a grin on his face. He had a plan all along. What he didn't expect to feel was a hard, plastic device down there - he had grabbed on to the CB3000 I was wearing to surprise him.

Not that he was complaining, he just smirked and kept grabbing at it and rubbing at my balls in that packed train and it was all I could do not to start humping into him or moaning. My senses were heightened and I got worried we'd get caught out but it was a horny experience.

About six stops later, he let go and got ready to step off the tube. I didn't know where he lived so I was going to follow him anyway so it caught me off guard. As we exited the train station, however, he told me that we're going to take a little detour, since I was obviously horny for some play. I suppose wearing a CB is a good way to indicate your horniness.

We walked into a bar which was rather full and I panicked a little bit, thinking he was going to make me display myself for all of them. While I'm a closet exhibitionist, I also like a controlled environment - not just one where I am the only one in action.

But instead of stopping in the bar, we walked through a door near the back and down the stairs into the basement. The man behind the counter was all decked out in leather and I started to get the idea of where we were.

It wasn't a very big place but there were only about 20-30 people so there was enough space. Most people were decked out in gear, although there were a few who were like us, just casually dressed. The moment we walked in, he ran over to chat to a friend and I just stood at the back of the room.

After a few minutes of feeling really awkward, I decided to get a drink for myself. I didn't feel abandoned by him as I wanted him to enjoy his evening as well so I just sat back and observed the crowd.

Most people were chatting and laughing, there was a bit of teasing and casual playing going on. One person was mummified to the wall, while another was restrained face down on a horse-bench.

Things were getting uncomfortable for me in my CB but I just held on. He came back and introduced some people to me now and then but I don't make conversation well, so I just smiled a lot. He was spending a lot of time with this one guy however, and I started feeling a bit jealous.

As if they could read my mind, his friend indicated at me to walk over to him. He was smiling, rather playful but there was a sense of authority in his action. I went over immediately. He then told me to go into a room at the back of the hall.

I looked at my date, he just smiled kindly and nodded, and I knew I had to do this although I wasn't sure what I was in for.

The device was a small version of a horse-bench, except that there were stockade-like holes to put your hands through at the front, and at the back for ankles. I climbed on when I was asked to do it, although I did tell them that I was too embarrassed. That excuse didn't work with them.

Truth be told, it didn't take much to convince me to go up. It wasn't that I didn't want to try it, but I was nervous about having people all around and I've not done anything like this before.

Before I knew it, I had climbed onto the device, my hands were put in place and then my boots were removed to fit into the ankle area. Within minutes, I was crouched on my knees, face down, bum in the air and there was nothing I could do.

Things started pretty mild at first - a bit of tickling, which I don't usually enjoy, but I was experiencing something new and I didn't want to stop anyone. I told myself that I'll try to take whatever they gave to me for as much and as long as I could.

The tickling got more intense and someone started spanking me. The rest of the time, it was all a blur as I was just soaking it all in. At some point, they decided that they would need more gear so someone borrowed some flogs and paddles and I got a bit of a lashing. It was the first time I've ever been flogged and while I didn't enjoy it when it got too painful and had to tell him to stop, it was an interesting experience.

I didn't know who else was there but I suspect there were quite a few people as the tickling got a bit more intense and I could feel more hands. Midway through, someone also came along and secured the latched for my hands and feet with locks. Then, a sub was placed in the cage under me and I thought I could feel him tickling my feet through the cage as well.

Then the ice made an appearance which was quite a trip, after the heat of the flogging, that is, until someone decided to put it down my pants.

All this time, my cock was trying to get hard in my CB and it started to hurt a little as I was pressing into the platform that my body was resting on.

I'm not sure how long this went on for but by the end of it, I was really horny and in this sub space. By the time the locks were removed, I had already felt so many different sensations that it was hard to wrap my head around it. The only thing that could have made the scene better was if my pants were removed, CB unlocked and cock and balls pulled through a hole on the wooden platform for an edging session.

My date pulled me in for a hug once I had gotten the feeling in my hands and legs back and said: "I didn't touch you at all, as I wanted to watch and keep you safe. Nut I throughly enjoyed the show. Ready to go?"

I was, but I would have agreed to anything he said by that stage. He did his goodbyes, as did I and we walked out of the club back towards the train station. We were finally going home.

The train was empty as it was late but we stood really close together anyway, despite the fact that there were lots of seats.

He spoke to me a lot but all I could do was nod, smile and acknowledge his words. My mind was still in that space.

Suddenly he said, "You've been good tonight so you can take the CB off if you want to tonight. Whichever way, we'll have a fun few days but this is probably the last choice I'm going to give you for a while. So what do say?"

I couldn't think properly, and don't function well with decisions like this. But I decided that after tonight, my heart, my self and my cock would belong to him. Just standing there looking into his eyes and seeing him smile, I realized that I was in love.

I just shook my head. He knew what it meant. He gave my CB a tap, smirked and said, "Let's see how much horniness you have in you the next few days, shall we?"