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.

Stacked for Stag - Part 3

My partner was finally released just before the store was to close for a lunch break. There was already quite a crowd in the store by the time I was fully gimped out with the help of the customers but the store soon emptied out.

My friends and the owners of the store had already made plans to have lunch at the restaurant located across the street. The weather was great and there was a table for eight that I had not noticed earlier due to the fact that I've been blindfolded since I got into the van.

Not that it would have made a difference - I would never have suspected since there would be nine of us. What I didn't realise was that there was never any plans for me to join them for lunch.

When the store emptied, my partner fed me a bit of food and drinks so I didn't get hungry. I just ate obediently, not knowing what was coming next.

I would be on display in the window of the store for everyone to see - while the eight of them had a meal just across the street watching me in amusement (and also to make sure nothing goes wrong).

Soon, I felt myself being guided to another room again (the window display) and locked into the bondage chair. My partner then plugged the electro in and I moaned loudly in response. The porn on my headphone changed very quickly to white noise.

It was at that point that I knew I was going to be left alone for a while and this time, unable to move any part of my body to touch myself. Gimped up, with electro under the rubber suit and a full metal chastity belt over - I was the epitome of helpless.

It was a good thing I was hooded because almost everyone who walked past the store took a picture.

I'd eventually get to meet some of them at the party later.

--

It had already been a fruitful morning - a journey in bondage in the van, being displayed in the window in my regular clothes before the store opened, then being dressed by strangers in gears people had gifted to me for the wedding and now on display again as a gimp - not that I knew much of what was happening.

The eight had a great lunch and spent time catching up, while laughing at my predicament.

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 eventually. 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.

As if to answer, the headphones were removed and I felt someone hug me.

"Are you okay?" he asked. If was the ex-roommate. All I could do was nod.

"Do you want to know what's going on?"

I nodded again.

Then blindness. The blindfold had been removed for the first time in over six hours and it took a while to adjust to the light. While my vision finally got clarity, however, I was still dazed and unsure where I was.

My partner then explained everything to me and I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh, be angry or just moan from how turned on I was from the story.

He knew me better than I did, though, and just asked, "Do you want that belt removed and someone touching your cock?"

All I could do was moan.

One of the owners then removed the device and my cock was hard and leaking. By then, there was already an audience - the store had opened from after lunch and people had come in to see where they had taken the gimp from the window.

After he removed the device, the owner put his hands up to get everyone's attention.

"Some of you might have heard about that special promotion we had this morning - a treat with every purchase, you might say. Well, we're extending the promotion this afternoon, with a twist.

"You've all heard from this gimp how much he wants someone to touch his cock so we're going to give all of you a chance to do that. With every purchase you make, you'll get to stroke him - one stroke for every five dollars you spend. As a bonus, every purchase gets an automatic five strokes."

One of our friends then continued: "Let's add a twist. The gimp knows he's not allowed to cum so if you don't get to finish your number of strokes before he tells you to stop, then you'll get to spank his balls double the number of strokes you have leftover."

I was horrified, and started speaking through my gag but to no avail.

"Since it's out of your control, I guess you don't have to see what's going on," one of them said as they put the blindfold back on.

--

I was huddled up in the corner of the cage, spent. I had just spent the whole evening on display during the party. It wasn't a sex party per se but these were kinksters and lots of people were trying on gear and buying stuff.

For most of the party, I was left on a chair in the middle of the room. I was still gimped up but the electro items had been removed and was just replaced by a regular plug to keep me full.

Earlier in the afternoon, I had endured about three hours of constant edging and spanking. Customers who had made purchases would come up to me and tease my cock. Some didn't make very expensive purchases so they were treated with growls of frustrations when they stopped. Those who spent more got to hear moans and begging of being allowed to cum, followed by a stop when I got too close.

I knew better than to cum without permission.

I counted at least 25 people who had spent the afternoon edging me. My friends would occasionally give me a break - there had been a couple of toilet breaks all day and to make sure I was drinking water to stay hydrated.

But I don't think I remember my cock ever going soft and my horniness never subsided. The store had lots of sample lubes available and many people used that to stroke me. It got me closer than ever and all I could do was hold back and just moan in frustration.

By six PM, the party had kicked off. I could hear music from a live DJ playing and lots of chatters. It sounded like the place was getting more and more full.

The "promotion" to edge me had ended by then - my friends knew I was already sore and didn't want to ruin the rest of the week. But I think they all just didn't want to break me just yet. It was, after all, only day one.

They left me on that seat the whole party but removed the gag so that I could speak to some of the visitors. The blindfold was never removed though so I never knew who I was speaking to.

But lots would happen in the mean time. Customers who had made new purchases came up to use me as a demo/testing gimp. At any one point, one of my friends was with me to make sure that nothing untoward happened to me.

All the playing became more frustrating. I got violet wands and hand vibrators used on me to tease me, I felt a variety of nipple clamps and various other items on my cock and balls.

As the party wound down later in the night, some regulars to the stores and close friends of the owners stayed behind. That party got a bit more sexual and some of my friends got in on the act.

For this, they took the blindfold off so I could see everything that was happening. My partner offered to become the official photographer since he didn't want to get involved.

Suddenly, I saw a guy walking over to me and without any notice, he came on me. Before I knew it, everyone had taken turns to cum on me and with that, the party was over.

One guy though, decided to use the cum one me to stroke me. I was writhing with pleasure, begging and begging to be allowed to cum while he just kept going, slowly. I could only moan and beg that I didn't even notice that the restraints holding me down to the chair were being undone.

My hands were fastened behind my back as I continued moaning and humping this guys hand.

And then one of the owners showed up with a big grin on his face.

"This is our gift to you and your partner," he said as he held up the chastity belt I was wearing earlier. "It's a special edition and we modified it to fit your body after seeing you wear it earlier. This device has two locks and we've made a few sets.

"You'll be wearing this at the wedding ceremony, and until then but the eight of us each have one key. If you ever want to get unlocked, you'll need to find two people with the different key this week."

With that, the guy removed his hand and they proceeded to put the belt on me.

Once it was locked on, my partner asked for permission to touch me as he guided me back into the cage. Before he pushed me in and locked it, he gave me a sloppy kiss.

I don't think I could love him much more than at that moment. He had made so many of my fantasies come true in just one day.

Little did I know what else they had in store for me the rest of the week. I curled up on the mat on the corner, spent, and fell asleep quickly as the party continued and they cleaned up. Before I passed out, one thought cross my mind.

It was only day one of the stag week.

Stacked for Stag - Part 2

My partner's ex-housemate quickly cuffed my hands behind my back as soon as he removed the chains attached to my wrists and ankles. The blindfold was still on, as was the nipple clamps attached to the collar.

The moment he asked me, "Are you ready to kick start the week?", my cock tried to get hard immediately. But the CB6000 kept it well in check.

He escorted me out of this room into the other. I didn't realise that the first "room" was actually the window display at a popular fetish store in this city we had just arrived in. I was about to get married later this week - the kinkier of the two wedding ceremonies we would have - and the week-long stag part had just begun the moment we landed earlier this morning.

I had spent the couple of hours on display at the store without my knowledge. The rest, five other friends and the owners of the store, were setting up. My partner was outside handing out invites to the kink party the store was hosting. Little did I know that my partner and I were the main attraction.

As far as I knew, I was just left in a room alone so I was playing with myself. I was mortified to discover later that many people were watching me got at myself while my partner introduced me to them from outside the store.

Now, they were finally ready for me. In my head, we were still in a rented house or a rented dungeon of some sorts.

"Let me introduce you to a couple of friends," my partner said. I heard two voices saying hello to me as the rest laughed.

Then before I could reply, I felt a strike of pain on my nipples. One of the new "friends" - the owner of the store - had taken the nipple clamps off very quickly as I screamed into his face. I then felt his hands go down to play with my CB and balls through my shorts while other hands touched me at different parts of my body.

I continued moaning in pain as I felt two hands start rubbing on my extremely sore nipples - I have had them on for about two hours by then!

"So they got more friends to play with me," I thought to myself. "Holy crap, this week is going to be a massive orgy!"

Little did I know.

Very quickly, the hands started removing my clothes. Simultaneously, my T-shirt was being pulled off me, while my shorts was being pulled down to reveal my ass in a pair of jocks. It has a huge bulge from the CB and a wet spot from all the leaking. The cuffs were detached from each other quickly and reattached once my T-shirt was removed.

I was then lead into what felt like a giant cage and a chain from the top of it was attached to my collar. So while I had freedom of movement - it was a big cage - I could only take a couple of steps before I was choking on the collar and could not touch myself because my hands were still cuffed behind my back.

"We're going to leave you here for a while. Enjoy yourself," one of the owners said. Then I felt noise-cancelling headphones put over my years playing some very hot porn. Great, now I didn't know where I was and not sure what was happening around me.

--

Meanwhile, my partner too had been stripped naked but unlike me, he wasn't meant to be the plaything for the week. Still, there was the rule that both of us weren't allowed to touch each other and our friends were worried that he'd take pity on me that they put him in a smaller round cage which was hoisted into the air.

For the rest of the morning, he would sit in that cage just watching me. He was free to do whatever he wanted but anyone walking into the store would see him.

He was slightly embarrassed at first - this wasn't part of his agreement with the boys. He knew what was coming next but assumed he would be part of it. But the groomsmen took matters into their own hands.

It didn't take him long to start touching himself and getting hard watching what was happening to me.

After a particularly loud grunt, one of our friends turned to him and said, "Go ahead and cum if you want to but we're not letting you out until we're ready. I'd suggest you take your time."

He went beet red.

--

Lost in the world of porn, I was jolted back into reality when I felt someone's hand on my CB. It was fumbling down there and I immediately knew they were removing it. All I could do was moan. There was a bit of caressing of my cock and balls which felt amazing that I didn't even notice that the chain on my collar had slacked and that there was another set of chains attached to my cuffs to lift my arms up.

Soon, I was in a bent over position knowing what came next.

I felt the lube first, and then a finger. All I could do was moan and, I'm embarrassed thinking about it, begging for more as the finger kept hitting on my prostate. Not long after, I felt a plug being pushed in. While that was happening, hands were fiddling with other things around my body. The moment the plug was fully in, I felt something pulled tight - a leather harness had been attached to hold the plug in. That's why they needed to remove the CB, my cock and balls needed to go through the ring at the front of the harness.

The moment this was over, there was nothing again. I called out for them, but even if they had responded, I wouldn't know. The porn was still playing in the headphones.

A while later, I felt hands again on my balls. It hurt a bit, with the tugging and squeezing but I just knew it wasn't teasing - they were trying to put something on. That thing turned out to be a ring around my balls. Then nothing.

"They're dragging this out," I thought to myself, which both got me worried but horny at the same time.

Little did I know what plans they had.

--

"You're the lucky first customer today," one of the owners had told a customer who had just walked in. "We've got a special promotion all day today - and maybe over the weekend - as you can see from the sign outside."

The customer was very intrigued. He wasn't a regular but came by often enough to know that there would be occasional demos. So for him to see a naked guy playing with himself in a cage hoisted up from the ground, and another person in a big cage was not really new.

What the special promotion was, is another matter.

"As the first customer, so long as you make a purchase, you get to join in the fun," he was told.

Basically, our friends had made arrangements with the owner of the store to set a wedding registry over the past few weeks. My partner was in on this and had helped them craft out the list to be sent to all our friends who knew about our kinky lives. and were invited to the kinky wedding. Not many could make it of course, being out of town, but I would discover later that a healthy number of friends would show up - which would only make my situation more humiliating.

That customer was quick to make a purchase of course. He already knew what he wanted so he paid for the leather jockstrap before he even tried it on. The moment he did, however, he asked how he could join in the fun.

"On that special display table, are a range of toys and gear that his friends had purchased for him as a wedding gift. Each person who makes a purchase in the morning gets to put one item on him. The moment all the items are on him, we'll display him at the window again while we close to set up for the party in the evening," the owner behind the counter told him.

Excitedly, he went in and with the help of my friends, got the butt plug in. There were other customers around of course who had listened in on the conversations and all were very excited to join in.

One by one, the gear was put on and before long, I was all gimped up and ready for display. The honour of plugging in the plug and cock ring to the electro kit, however, was given to my partner who had eventually been let down the moment I was released.

For almost 2 hours, I was put into rubber, hooded up, gagged, plugged and more - moaning and humping the air. Watching this, he could not resist himself and came three times alone while up in the cage. A couple of customers, who had been around during his first orgasm, waited below the cage to catch and eat his cum from the second and third times.

They wanted to tease me too, of course, but my friends were good bouncers - other than putting the gear on me, no one was allowed to do anything with me after.

"That," my friends kept telling them, "is this afternoon's entertainment".

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!"

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?"