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.

From a distance

I don't know about you but it's not usually my first orgasm after a period in chastity that feels the best, it's usually the second. My partner, who is also my Dom, knows this very well. In the six years that we've been together, he's used this knowledge to his advantage - either in getting himself additional pleasure or to punish me.

Sometimes, when he's not in the mood, he just makes me cum the one time then leave me be, knowing that I'd find some alone time later to have my second orgasm. Sometimes, he'd lock me back up immediately if he wanted to punish me with the knowledge that I'd probably be more horny from that few minutes since I'd cum as I wouldn't get my second orgasm than the period in which I'd been locked.

Today, it has been a week since I've cum. But it was a strange week because I wasn't alone in being locked - my partner was as well. You see, he tried to set me up in a prank of sorts but it backfired on him. Knowing how much I like playing on the webcam, he arranged with one of my cam regulars who lived in the same city to watch me in action.

When my regular agreed on the condition that my partner had to be tied up for the period of watching me, the latter did not expect to be leaving while locked in chastity. The agreement was that he would be locked for the same period as me except that I was in a plastic lock and was allowed to break it anytime I wanted. However, each time I broke it, my partner would have to be locked for an extra three days.

While I agreed to it for revenge, I didn't want to make it hard for my partner so I held off for a week together with him. We were a good support system for each other.

Last night, however, he went back to my regular's place to get himself unlocked. I doubt he actually played and came while he was there because he really made me pay later for putting him through that predicament all week.

He worked on me all night, made me sleep while restrained with electro going through my cock ensuring that I didn't get much sleep at all while horny and on the edge. He would wake up in the middle of the night to play with me while I was gagged and had headphones on playing porn.

In the morning, he woke up and got ready to meet some friends. He got me pondering if he'd let me cum or not before he left since it was the weekend and we had a whole day ahead of us. I didn't have to wait long to find out. Just before he left, he sucked me off quickly and I came real hard.

Because I was still in bondage, he took his time to clean me up with a wet towel. What I didn't expect, was for him to start stroking me again. I was going to get my second orgasm! I thought to myself. He stroked and edged me for a few minutes and got me moaning again through the gag.

But the just like that, he decided he was done and untied one of my hands.

"You sort yourself out!" he said as he walked out the door. I couldn't decide if he meant that I should cum with that one hand or sort myself out by letting myself free. I decided to do that latter, after all, I never did get explicit permission to cum.

Still, I was extremely horny and cleaning up the mess from the night made me rethink of the fun - although torturous - that we had. My horniness was rising and I couldn't do anything about it.

I had breakfast and took a shower to calm myself down but washing my bits made me horny again. I decided that maybe I should get some self-play while waiting for him to come back.

I turned on my computer hoping to find a friend I could play for on cam. The moment I logged on, I received a message from that regular my partner visited last night to get unlocked.

"Hope you had fun last night. He told me he had big plans for you," it read. As he was still online, I replied immediately describing to him what happened. I mentioned that I was still horny and haven't yet gotten my second orgasm.

"Get on cam then," he said. It didn't take very long before he had me naked. Then he slowly got me to put my gear on.

"Let's play a game," he said. "Use a site that have virtual dice and find a 10-sided one. If you get 1, 3 and 7, you put on the birdlock with spikes. If you get 2, 6 and 9, you put on your CB3000. If you get a 4, 8 and 10, it's the CB6000.

"If it's a 5, then you don't have to lock up."

I rolled it and got a 3. I winced knowing that this session was going to hurt a bit. But I went through with it anyway. It took a while for my cock to go soft but eventually it did and the birdlock went on.

"Now, I want you to stuff your ass with a buttplug and then wear your leather chastity shorts over it."

This surprised me because he knew that it would cause my a lot of discomfort because the shorts put pressure on the spikes. But I've always taken his orders without questioning it so I wasn't going to start now.

The shorts came on very quickly and then he asked me to put on a gag and collar. Once that was done, he played his final card to make sure I was going to be as horny as it gets.

"Take a few good hits of poppers."

I almost freaked out. My horniness from the morning and now being geared like this would mean that the poppers would drive me more than just crazy. I hesitated for a moment and he shouted at me, telling me that if I held off for another second, I would regret it.

Quickly, I took a few whiffs of the poppers and turned red. As it started taking effect, I started moaning and humping the seat, driving the plug even deeper in.

He sat there smirking at me, when I suddenly heard a laughter.

That caught me by surprise but in my moment of being poppered up, I couldn't process much except that I knew there was someone there other than himself. I started to squirm even more and moan louded. My inner exhibitionist was showing.

Noticing this, he nodded to the other person and someone else appeared on the screen behind him smiling at me. It was another person about my age, beautiful eyes and smile who winked at me. I would have cum right there and then if the spikes weren't hurting me so much.

Only when the poppers had worn off was I able to process what was happening. Having another person on screen was one of my biggest fantasies. It is these sort of surprises that I like playing at clubs so much, not knowing who is watching or playing with me.

We continued the session with his friend popping in and out occasionally, munching on fruits as if we were just having a casual conversation. After a few minutes though, his friend waved good bye and left.

At that point, my regular said that he had some errands to finish up in the house but he wasn't done with me. He got me to put my hood on, the one with tubes for the nose attached to a container for poppers. Then he told me to put nipple clamps on and hook up my balls to an electro set.

"Once that's hooked up, start the poppers flowing and turn on the electro set. Each time I come back, you need to turn it up a little," he instructed, adding that I should hold the controller in my hand which is to be cuffed behind my back.

So for about 30 minutes, I sat there in that condition - poppered, electro on and getting more intense as the minutes went by. He then came back, sat down and gave me one final instruction.

"I'm going for a shower now,"he said. "I'm not going to tell you how long I'm gone for but you're to sit there like a good sub until I return. Here's what I want you to do.

"First, unlock the device so your cock is free. But I want you to put the electro over your cock, close to your glands. I want it to get you close."

He added that he wanted me to also tie my legs and chest down to the chair before I cuffed my hands behind my back.

"Here's the final catch. I don't want you holding the controller and I want you to put some porn into headphones before you place a blindfold on yourself. You won't know when I've returned, I might just sit here watching you for a while.

"You don't have permission to cum no matter what happens, but if you do, your punishment will be that you have to continue sitting there with the electro on after. Do you understand?"

In my horny state, all I could do was whimper through the gag. He sat there watching me prepare myself.

I'm not sure at which point he left, but it felt like forever. I got close several times but had to keep distracting myself thinking of other things so as not to go over the edge. I had to concentrate hard to keep from cumming.

At certain points, I thought I heard him return but I couldn't tell if it was just the porn and my imagination. It felt like ages.

Then I heard his voice through the headphones and over the porn.

"Don't get too excited, it's only been five minutes. I'm only just about to head into the shower."

I screamed through the gag! If that was five minutes, how would I survive this? I was already so close to cumming from being horny all morning!

Just then, however, something strange happened. I felt a hand on my cock slowly stroking me. At first, I freaked out but relaxed soon, as I was inhaling that poppers were streaming through my veins again. I started to moan intensely when I heard my partners voice.

"Remember, he said that you're not allowed to cum no matter what."

I trashed in my bondage. I was so turned on by this sudden twist of events that I couldn't even process what was happening. All I knew was that I wanted to cum so bad and started humping my partner's hand.

Before I could realise what I was doing and stopped myself because I wasn't allowed to cum, a familiar feeling rose up my spine as I arched back and shot my second orgasm. I couldn't move much but my body squirmed as much as it could while I screamed into my gag.

My partner was kind in that he didn't continue stroking me while I was sensitive. I fell back, spent and breathing heavily as the poppers slowly wore off. I felt a wet towel around my crotch as my partner wiped the cum off and I got soft.

Before I had the chance to react, though, I felt something happening at my groin - he was putting the chastity device back on!

I tried to complain through the gag but he wouldn't stop. The moment he was done though, he pulled the blindfold off suddenly. Blinded by the light, I had my eyes closed shut. As if to sooth me, he started caressing my balls and I slowly opened my eyes to adjust to the light.

To my surprise however, that wasn't my partner between my legs - it was the hot guy from the cam earlier with my cum all over his face.

I looked up at the screen and my regular cam Dom was sitting there smiling at me in the same clothes he had before. He hadn't actually gone to shower.

"I see you've been acquainted with Robin," he said. "He was staying over with me the past few days and when your partner came by last night, he mentioned that you would love Robin.

"So I suggested that we get you worked up enough for a fun session with him. That was why I suggested you don't cum.

"Unfortunately, you did anyway so we locked you back up since you've already had your second orgasm and would be feeling pretty spent now."

As he said that, Robin turned my chair around and standing right in front of me was my partner, naked except for a chest harness, boots and a pair of leather jocks on. In his hand was a collar.

Robin then crawled over to him and my partner put the collar on him.

He looked up at me, still restrained and locked in chastity.

"You've had your fun, now it's our turn. Enjoy the show!"

Sleep tight - Part 1

It's been a while since that incident where my partner's playmate came home with him to surprise me as I was tied up on the bed. What happened the rest of the night was fascinating in itself, but that's a story for another night.

As much fun as it was, we both didn't get too involved with third parties after that incident - at least not as a couple. There was that session with my online Dom but that was it as I recall. We've long established that we'd head out to look for our own thrills, although I was more than eager and satisfied to settle for just him.

Lately, however, he has been pretty busy and work has gotten him traveling quite a bit. In a way, it's good that we both get our space and I know that he enjoys getting some play outside of the city. This is especially so when his friends all know him to be the dominant one. After that last session, I've discovered that he's got a pretty submissive side that was waiting to come out as well. This also meant that he spent more time with me and less time searching for Doms when we're in town together.

It's Saturday morning today, and we've cleared the whole weekend out for play. We usually do this - cancel all appointments, and make no arrangements - whenever we can, especially if he's leaving on a trip. He's due to fly out on Sunday evening and has to get to the airport by 7pm to catch his flight. He'll be away for just about 10 days so we wanted to make sure we spent some 'quality' time together before he left.

The scene technically started a few days ago when he decided that in anticipation of our weekend play, I'd not cum for about 5 days. On Friday night, we went to watch a movie together and just as we were leaving, he thought it'd be fun to lock the CB3000 on me. I knew right then that the session would start on Friday night. But nothing happened. We came home, took a shower and went to bed. I'm pretty sure he slept well but I kept waking up from the discomfort of getting hard in the CB. Having not cum in 5 days, I was pretty horny by then.

He woke me up Saturday morning by pulling my hair and pushing me down to his crotch.

"Suck on it," he ordered.

Play time had started! I started giving him a blow job to "wake him up" and really went for it. Being locked in the CB has gotten me into a submissive state and I really wanted to please him. I didn't go easy on him, only because I knew that the hornier he was while we play, the more fun it is. What I didn't expect what that he'd suddenly pull out of my mouth, let out a loud groan and cum on my face.

I was shocked. He doesn't usually cum so soon because he would want to be horny for our play. At first, I thought it was because I went too fast, but it also dawned on me that he could have pulled out when he wanted to. But I soon forgot all about it when he used him cum and started tweaking my nipples. All I could do is moan.

Just as I was getting all aroused again, however, he sent me to wash up. As I dried off walking out of the shower, he was fully dressed in casual wear. He walked over to me and put a collar on my neck, and attached a leash. He then went on his knees and put an electro cock ring on me. It was strange that he was dressed casually but this meant that there was still more play.

"Whip me up some breakfast," he ordered. "I've got a conference call. When you're done, kneel by the dinner table and I'll come out when I'm finished".

It was a good thing that I finished cooking fast because he was done in less than 20 minutes. I hadn't heard him walk over, and only realized it when he grabbed on the leashed and pulled me up to my feet. We sat down and had breakfast silently. I judged his actions of the morning to mean that for the weekend, we weren't partners. He was my Dom and I was his sub.

Still, it was all very weird and nothing that we've done before. Our kinky sessions has always been affectionate despite him being strict. It was always playful, despite him being firm. Today was a whole different ball game and I wasn't sure how to react. I kept wondering what he had in mind store when I was snapped back to reality hearing him call out to me.

"Boy! Focus on me!"

"I'm sorry," I said and held my head down.

"On your knees," he just said without reacting to my apology. He then walked away and return putting a blindfold over my eyes.

He held me up and got me to stand and then cuffed my hands behind my back. Soon, I could feel him writing something on my chest before putting on nipple clamps. He then put something around my balls which felt damp. It was only when I felt him strap on the box to my waist that I knew it was the remove electro device. It was then that I knew he was dressing me up to head out.

As if reading my mind, I felt him uncuffing my hands and helping me put on a shirt. He buttoned it up and then took the blindfold off. Once my eyes got adjusted to the light, I noticed that he had laid out some clothes for me. He had a tie and a jacket ready (obviously to cover the collar) and a pair of slacks. It would appear that he wanted me in formal wear. He nodded to the clothes and I immediately went over to put them on.

The moment I was done, he dragged me to the front door and kissed me. As the fabric is light and he had not given me any briefs to wear, my CB was tenting in my slacks. He removed the leash, picked up a parcel and passed it over to me.

"Today, you're going to be my delivery boy. Take the care and deliver this parcel to my friend. His address is on the front. At no time are you to remove any item you have on you without instructions. Pass it to him and come straight back. If you're not back in an hour, I'm going to leave you in the CB until I come back from my trip. Understand?"

Afraid of any potential repercussions, considering his behavior all morning, I only nodded and walked out of the door and got into the car. I wasn't sure of the place so I had to use Google Maps to direct me. The app estimated that the drive would be less than 20 minutes each way which means that I would be able to get home under the hour without any problems as it was a weekend and therefore, less traffic. The app was accurate and within 20 minutes, I found myself outside of a very beautiful house.

I rang the doorbell and heard someone shout out, "It's unlocked. Come in". I hesitantly opened the door but there was no one in sight. "Lock the door behind you and come over here please!" I heard a voice coming from a room and I did as instructed. Sitting behind his table was a slightly older gentleman, probably in his late 30s or early 40s. He was dressed pretty casually and was very good looking. He turned away from his computer and removed his glasses when I walked in and remarked, "Nice package".

I could have sworn he was looking at my CB when he said that. The thought made me uncomfortable. Was I hard again and was it tenting in my slacks, I wondered to myself. I daren't look down in case it brought too much attention to myself. Flushed, I walked over to pass him the package as he was obviously expecting it.

But before I could take more than a couple of steps, he exclaimed," Stop!" I looked at him strangely, wondering what was going on.

"Unbutton your shirt," he said calmly.

"Excuse me?" I blurted exasperately.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"I think you must be mistak ..." I responded by was cut off by this sharp pain around my balls. He just grinned and held up a device which looks like a small remote control.

"What's going on?" I asked again and felt another zap.

"I suggest you quickly unbutton your shirt," he instructed. Still in pain, panicking and scared, I removed it immediately, forgetting that I had my collar on under and words on my chest. It was only when he smirked did it occur to me to look down and read it. It read: "I'm horny, please edge me."

"Very well then," he said. "Take off your clothes and leave it on the chair there."

"I don't know what's going on but ..." I spoke again and immediately, he zapped the electro. Immediately, I did as told, finally realizing that I shouldn't be speaking. As I put my clothes down, he walked over my, pulled me by the CB and proceeded to unlock it. It was only then that I managed to relax - the only way he could have access to the key is if my partner passed it to him. I was half expecting him to pop up from the other room at any moment, but he didn't. The guy just put a leash on me and pulled on it, leading me out of the room, my hard cock throbbing in anticipation.

To be continued ...