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.

Guess who?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By then, I was spread eagled and blindfolded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They're kinky?" I asked.

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

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

Could it be either of them? Or both?

Sleep tight - Part 2

He dragged me out to the front door where I first walked in and told me to stand up straight, hands behind my head and legs spread wide. With the remote which controls the electro around my balls in his hands still, I didn't dare to disobey and did as I was told almost immediately. He smirked knowingly and I knew right then that he was a sadist. But now that I was less panicked and more calm, I could see that there was a kindness in his eyes which comforted me.

He untied something from his waist and very quickly lifted it to my face. It was a pecker gag. I'm not sure if it was the fear of him, or that I just love my gags, but I opened my mouth immediately for him to put it in place. Then I heard the click of a lock - it was a locking gag - which made me then realize it wasn't going to come off anytime soon. Needless to say, I got hard almost immediately. Seeing that, he grinned and started stroking me slowly. I was moaning so hard and could feel my cock throbbing from under his grip. It has been six days after all, and the events of the earlier morning with my partner before I showed up here had gotten me pretty worked up as well.

Before I got enjoy the stroking too much, however, he let go of my cock and slapped my cock several times. Then, he took a blindfold from his waist and covered my eyes as well. Then he took hold of the leash again and brought me into another room.

Within seconds, i felt him push me towards what felt like bars from a scaffolding. He lifted my arms up and made me grip on to the bars in a T position before tying them off. He then tied my legs to the bar as well. I forgot how hard I was until I felt his hands around my cock and balls as he removed the electro bands. I suppose that now I was restrained, i was at his mercy anyway and could not run very far away. While he was down there however, he started stroking me again, getting me horny and close to the edge. But like the first time, before I could get too close, he let go.

Part of me was rather disappointed at this, not because I was horny but I felt that he didn't know my body well enough to know that I wasn't exactly close. The problem I sometimes find with playing with Doms for the first time is that they tend to be really careful so as not to make you cum, but that is at the expense of getting really, really close to the edge which is what I enjoyed most. So I started trashing about in my bondage and humping the air to hint to him that I wanted more.

I only heard him snigger as he put on more ropes around my arms, leg and body. This time, I couldn't move even when I trashed. Next, he took off my gag and blindfold. But before I could adjust to the light, he put what felt like another pecker into my mouth, except this time, it was connected to a hook that he pulled over my head. I could no longer see and talk again, which got me really horned up so I just let out a moan. 

Then I felt his hands on my cock again and this time, it was cold and sticky. Lube! I started trashing in my bondage trying to indicate to him that I tend to cum really fast when my cock is lubed up but I could not move. I just moaned and moaned, hoping that he'd get the idea. But no luck. He just kept going and going as I moaned and moaned. I was just about to resign to my fate when I felt my balls contracting and the cum welling up. I bit into the pecker gag in anticipation of cumming but just at that moment, he let go! I roared into my gag in frustration, all I could feel was a couple of drops of cum dribbling out.

He did the same thing a few more times and all I could do was moan and growl. I was mistaken! He was an expert at edging and I've been fooled. I could only remain there helpless, wondering what my partner had in plan for the weekend, and who this guy actually is.

I didn't need to wonder for long. Just as the thought popped my mind, I heard a very familiar laugh.

"Having fun?" the voice said. It was my partner. So he has arrived!

The Dom tugged at the hood and the attached blindfold came off. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I found myself looking around for my partner but could not see anyone else in the room. Then I saw a computer screen with my partners face on Skype, and I am assuming he could see me too. As I was gagged, I couldn't respond so I just gave a whimper.

"Well, it's been almost an hour since you left the flat and seeing as you're not likely to be back in the next few minutes, I think you've missed your deadline,' he said with a smirk. Before I left, I was given direct instructions to return home within the hour without taking off anything he had put on me before I left. "I also told you that none of what you were wearing should be taken of, and I've been told that you undid your clothes voluntarily."

I panicked. I now knew it was a trap and I had fallen for it. I couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since he planned this series of events.

"So, here's the deal. Since you didn't fulfill your instructions, you'll need to be punished. Except that it won't be me who is punishing you, it's the kind Dom you have right next to you. He knows that you have to be at work by 8am on Monday morning, and in the parcel I made you bring to him is your work clothes. Have fun!"

And just like that, he disappeared off the camera and I was left there to wonder just what was happening to me. The Dom didn't say a word. All he did was put the blindfold back on me, and then soon after, I felt the CB come on. He slowly started to untie me and eventually took the hood off. Standing there naked in front of him suddenly felt very strange. I wasn't sure if it was because he was still dressed as casually as he was when I walked in, or because my senses were heightened now that I knew that I was at his mercy for the weekend.

"We've never done this before," I found myself blurting out to him as my eyes welled up.

He just grabbed me, hugged me and calmed me down. For reasons I couldn't understand, I just started crying. We stood that way for a very long time, me just blubbering and him just lending support. Eventually, I collected myself and gave him a weak smile, as a sign of gratitude. He smiled back, looking really kind, and dragged me into the kitchen on the leash and asking me to sit down before offering me a drink. He then grabbed my hand, and I was sure that he was about to utter consoling words. 

Instead he said:

"Once you're done with the drink, our weekend begins. The most basic rule, and you must take this very seriously, is that you are not to orgasm at all without my permission. I say orgasm because I know for a fact that you will be leaking tremendously this whole weekend, and you will have ejaculations. I suggest you try to minimize this as much as possible because I can assure you that you'll only feel hornier and more frustrated when it happens."

I nodded that I understood and he asked me to stand up. He removed the collar and for the first time in days, I was stark naked without any devices on me. This didn't last long as he immediately put on metal shackles around my neck, wrists and ankles which were all attached to each other by chains.

He then picked up a plate of pasta and put it on the floor. He told me that he's usually makes his subs eat out of a dog bowl but my partner had explained to him that I'm not into pup play. Still, I was not allowed to eat on the table with him and all meals have to be consumed while I was on my knees. I could only thing how humiliating and uncomfortable it would be but  it felt good knowing that my partner had discussed all my limits with him. 

By the time we were done with lunch, and I had cleaned up the kitchen and the dishes, it was already mid-afternoon. He told me that he had some work to do but he had a little entertainment in store for me. He made me sit on a sofa and turned on a video of porn. Before he walked out, he connected my wrist cuffs to my ankles to make sure that I wasn't able to touch myself.

"It's for your own good. Trust me, you don't want to get too horny before I start working on you," he advised before leaving the room. The video was a compilation of several edging and cumming scenes, which got me worked out pretty fast, especially with all the moaning. It was pure torture watching so many boys shooting when I couldn't touch my own cock and have not cum in days.

As the sun started to set, the video came to an end and he reappeared almost instantly. I'm not sure if he had timed it so accurately, or that he could hear that the video had ended, but he came in to unhook the wrist cuffs and attached them to the collar and undid the ankle cuffs. He then handed me a pair of leather shorts. As I put them on, I realized that they were chastity shorts and that I would be unable to stroke through them. Before he locked them up, however, he unzipped the front and my hard cock popped up.

He just grinned and started stroking me. Considering it was so soon after the videos, it didn't take very long before I was right at the edge and moaning, begging to be allowed release. He just laughed and smirked all the way through before he looked at me deep in the eyes and said, "I want you to cum now".

Realising what he just said, I thrusted my hips into his hands more frantically as ever as his strokes got stronger and faster. "I'm going to cum!" I exclaimed as my balls tightened and he waited for a split second after that before letting go. I trashed in my restraints and screamed. But he just zipped up the shorts and undid all the metal cuffs as if nothing had just happened. Still breathing hard, all I could do was look at him and wonder what I had done to my partner to deserve this punishment.

My Dom then explained that he was undoing the cuffs so that I had free movement to whip up dinner for the two of us. The chastity shorts was to make sure I don't touch myself while I'm in the kitchen. He would be preparing the room for our session tonight as I cooked and I was to call him when I was done. 

After about an hour, he walked into the kitchen, just as I was setting the plates - one on the table, and one on the floor. He smiled kindly when he saw this, and I knew that I did the right thing. Without saying a word, he just sat down for his meal and I went on my knees and finished my dinner off before cleaning up. Just as I was done, he put a blindfold on me and led me out of the kitchen. 

I then felt him push me towards a wall, except that it felt soft and cushiony. After he removed the shorts, he made me lift my legs into some sort of bag, which I soon realized was a sleeping sack. If I wasn't hard enough from horniness at that point, I got even harder as I've always wanted to try it. It must have been my partner's suggestion again!

Once the sleep sack was on, I felt him securing it tightly to the wall. He then put a heavy hood around me, but not before he gagged me. The hood was also strapped to the wall so I couldn't move an inch. Suddenly, I felt myself wall back and panicked for a second before I realized that he had actually strapped me onto what felt like a bondage table vertically before laying me down. 

"My favorite movie is on the telly at the moment, so you'll just have to entertain yourself," he told me. "But remember, there will be severe repercussions if you cum without my permission." Seeing as I was gagged, I knew that there was no way that I could ask for permission. I was also comforted by the fact that he probably would be too engrossed in the movie to pay any attention to me so I was just going to enjoy the solitude.

Or so I thought. Very quickly, I felt him unzip the crotch area of the sack and pulled my cock out. I felt him put something around my cock and then zipped it back up. I'm not sure if I heard the buzz first, or felt the vibrations, but he had put a cock vibrator on me. And although it was set at a very slow speed so as not to get me too close to cumming, it was enough to make sure that I couldn't do anything else but pay attention to my cock.

"Enjoy!" he shouted out and I heard his footsteps get softer as he walked further away.

To be continued.

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 ...