Guess who? - The last to arrive

I must have been more tired than I thought. I hadn't realised I'd slept in so late but it had been a long day the night before.

It was just laying there by the bedside table. I only saw it after I had come out of the shower having freshened up. It shocked me - was it placed there while I was in the bathroom, or did someone walk in earlier in the morning while I was sleeping?

Either way, I wasn't sure what to do. It was obviously left the for me to put on but I had no idea what was happening. I didn't know if I should ask someone first or say anything. I looked at it again. And then I put it on.

The chastity device fit me just nice, almost as if it was tailor made for me. But obviously it couldn't have been. My two hosts didn't even know until yesterday afternoon that I needed a room for the night. In fact, I wouldn't even have contacted them if I had a choice but I missed my flight, and the next available one was 24 hours later.

Stranded, and a bit broke from all the traveling I had done, I did the one thing I had told myself not to do when I flew into this city - call on my ex-boyfriend and his current fiance. We'd not seen each other since we broke up a while back, although we still exchange the customary birthday and Christmas greeting via text.

But desperate time calls for desperate measures and barely a couple of hours after my flight had left without me, I showed up at his door - backpack in tow - after he kindly offered me a room for the night when I called him.

The evening went by relatively quick - by the time I had showered and settled into the guestroom, it was already dinner time. We went out to grab a bite (their treat!), had a couple of glasses of wine and then I retired to bed early.

--

I was just about to doze off when my phone buzzed. It was a picture message, except that the picture was of me. In a daze, I looked at it again and realised that it was a screen capture from one of my profiles on those dating (hook-up?) apps. The message was from my ex.

"Leather?" his next message read. Oh crap, I had logged on earlier to just check messages so I must have popped up pretty close when he logged on to his.

My profile is usually a little more out there and brazen when I'm traveling, and it didn't occur to me to change it. Other than him, I didn't know anyone else in this city and god knows I didn't have any plans of getting in touch with him.

So, anyway, busted.

"How is it possible that we dated without me knowing that you were this kinky fucker?" he asked in another text.

If only he knew.

"Still water runs deep," I replied. I'm never going to hear the end of this.

Then another picture came in. It was obviously him even with the head cropped out - I've seen that naked body many times - but something else caught my eye. He was wearing a Holy Trainer.

"What the fuck?" I asked, now sitting up. He's kinky?

Apparently so.

--

I put my trousers over the chastity device. I'm not sure what made me so brazen as to not wear any underwear but just seeing that device lying there waiting for me got my heart pumping. I was still unsure what was happening, the last thing my ex and I talked about before saying good night and finally sleeping was that he and his partner were in a monogamous relationship.

This all felt very weird but oddly arousing. I walked out of the room and went to the kitchen. The fiance was sitting there having breakfast while reading the newspaper. He looked up, smiled at me and said that there was some food for me in the oven. He's sent my ex out on an errand but he'll be back later.

It was rather awkward once I sat down to eat. Was it my ex who left the device on the table for me and if so, should I tell the fiance about it? Were they in on it together? What is going on?

The conversation was cordial - we don't know each other very well - and he was quite focused on the newspaper.

So, I took my phone out and started checking messages and emails.

"Looking for hookups today?" he asked out of the blue.

I looked up at him and blushed. He knew.

"Oh, don't act so coy. I know about the conversation between the two of you last night. The thing is, he doesn't know I know."

I was gobsmacked. No words were coming out of my mouth. I only blushed more.

"He shouldn't even have been on the app to be honest. He doesn't get to choose when he has sex or if we invite anyone back. That's all up to me. I'm also surprised that he sent you pictures of him in those predicaments. As far as I know, the two of you never spoke about your kinks. So, I'm not sure what he was thinking or expecting to come of that."

Silence.

"So, I thought I'd plan out a little bit of punishment for him. But only if you're game. That's why I left that device there for you to see if you were. Apparently, you are." he said with a smirk.

"How did you know I've put in on?" I asked, finally able to speak.

"Oh, you were hard as hell when you walked in. The awkwardness and wondering of whether I knew or not much have really turned you on that your cock was pushing on the device. Just how I like it."

I looked down and realised the buldge was there again. God, I'm so predictable.

"So, here's my plan."

--

My ex probably didn't expect it but his fiance was sitting on a chair facing the door when he walked in from running his errands.

"Strip," the fiance said.

He protested. We have a guest, don't be ridiculous.

"He's not in."

But he could come back at any time. This is not just any guest. It's my ex. We've not spoken in years. It wasn't the best of breakups. He hates me. We can't do this.

"Now."

He closed the door. Looked around. Sighed and stripped. Under his T-shirt and jeans was a packed jockstrap with his Holy Trainer locked under it.

"Crawl over to the living room. Face down, on the table."

He knew immediately what to do. That's a regular spot. The table was the perfect fit for him to have his head hanging off one end with his arms tied down to two legs, and then his dick would hang off the other end as his legs would be spread and raised up and tied to his collar keeping his head up - either to "enjoy" a show on television, or to suck his fiance's cock.

That position was perfect for him to get fucked as well - the table was at the right height for someone to be standing behind him, or to be feeding him a cock at the front. What's more, they had a magic wand to vibrate over his cage to get him close and horny.

It was the perfect table. In fact, they'd done it so many times that it didn't take long for him to be trussed up, blindfolded, gagged and moaning.

Only when he was in that helpless position did the fiance come into the room to call me out. I was in all the time. By this time, I was naked as per his request - no subs wear anything more than a jockstrap in this house, I was told. So if I was to partake in this, I'd have to follow the rules. I didn't have a jockstrap with me.

There was a chair in front of the table where my ex's gagged mouth was which would put my dick at the right spot for a blowjob. Except that I was still locked.

Not for long, however. The moment I sat down, the fiance removed a key from his collar and unlocked it, and quickly removed my ex's gag as well. The moment the gag was off, he went for my cock - this must be standard practice again.

But it didn't take him more than a couple of seconds to pull out. He didn't recognise the cock.

Laughing, the fiance removed the blindfold. The look on my ex's face? Priceless. If I was speechless earlier in the morning, the silence was deafening. He went so red, he'd give a lobster a run for its money.

"Now listen. I'm going to be tying our friend here up and you are going to give him the blowjob of his life. He's told me what led to your breaking up, so I think you owe him this at the very least."

He went even redder. Looked down. Ashamed.

"Here's the catch. He's got two hours before he needs to head to the airport. Which means we have two hours to get him super horny before putting him on his flight. Seems that he likes chastity on a voluntary basis, unlike you who have no choice even since I locked you up one year ago. You wanted it then but I know you've wanted out since, but that's not the deal we have, right?"

He gulped in embarrassment.

"I know this is a highly unexpected situation so I'm going to let you earn a reward. No one's touched your cock in over a year except when you're cleaning? I'm going to let you earn the chance to unlock today and get some feeling there.

"But here's how we do it. Only one of you gets to cum today. If he cums, you get to unlock because that means he's lost the game. His punishment will be that the magic wand will keep running on his cock while I tease the fuck out of you. I does mean you don't get to cum though. So your choice.

"But know this, if he doesn't cum, you stay locked but I'll fuck the cum out of you as I always do. But so you don't enjoy it so much, it'll be the last time I fuck you to orgasm for a month.

"It's up to you."

My ex was screwed either way.

--

That fateful day was a couple of years ago, and I hadn't seen or been in touch with either of them again after the dropped me off at the airport. But it all came flashing back the moment he walked in.

I was already worked up and stressed out trying to figure out who of the six people at the dining table had helped my current partner with my chastity task while he was traveling before. It was a tall order, I was trying to be discreet but at the same time needing to figure out who he - or they - were otherwise, the punishment was going to be severe.

I had already not cum for four weeks, and he's due for another trip tomorrow. If I don't get it right, my partner keeps the keys again for the duration of his trip. He hasn't even told me how long his trip will be this time. I needed to get this task right.

But my ex walking in just threw a spanner in the works - what was he doing here? When did he come into this city? What a coincidence that he'd be having dinner at this restaurant that I'm at tonight.

I was flustered, confused and couldn't stop staring. Then I realised he was walking in my direction. Did he see me? Is he coming over to say a polite hi?

The moment he arrived at our table, he turned to my partner and gave him a big hug before even saying hi to me.

"How do you guys know each other?" I stuttered.

"Oh, we've been working together for the past few months when I moved over here. Didn't he tell you?" my ex replied.

I just sat down. Stunned.

"Are you okay?" one of the other guests at the table asked. He was the third guy to arrive for dinner.

No, I'm well and truly fucked.

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 1

"I told you he wouldn't resist," one of them said as they put a blindfold on me. That's right, I didn't stop them. No, it wasn't that kind of event. It was my stag do and I had told myself that I would let go this once and let them take charge. I figured that if these were close enough friends to take a week off work to travel to a different city for a whole week, then I could bloody well trust them with my life.

The trip was planned almost a year ago after my partner proposed to me. Since then, we had gotten close to a group of people who shared our interests and lifestyle including his former roommate and other friends we frequent to kinky clubs with.

Together, they decided that we should have a separate wedding ceremony - just friends and totally indulgent in our kinks and fetishes. Except that I wasn't allowed to know what they were planning. Only my partner was consulted. The exchange was that with our other ceremony - for family and friends - I got to run the show.

Not that I had a say in the matter. In all things related to our kinky lifestyle, my partner called the shots. That was clear.

So, here I am, in a totally different city with six other people who will be spending a whole week with us in the lead up to our kinky wedding. My bags were packed for me so I'm not sure what's in it ("Not much to wear," my partner had joked - I hope). We were in a van they had rented. My partner was sitting in the passenger seat and I was right at the back in the luggage area.

I was forced to agree to two conditions prior to arriving. First, I had to go along with everything they said and secondly, my partner and I were not to touch each other all week. Save that for the wedding night, they had said.

Still, this wasn't just a play week. I know for a fact there were a lot of things planned including dinners, shows, shopping and sightseeing. But right now, we had just entered the van and everyone took a seat while I was ordered to get in the back and kneel on my knees.

The moment the van started moving, a couple of them turned around and put the blindfold on.

--

I didn't find out until later but there was a huge sign that's been put up in the window display a couple of days before we arrived.

At the moment, no one can hear me moaning and my shouts out loud as the electro - through electrodes in the form of a butt plug held in by a locking leather harness and a cock ring - shocks me at different times, different intensities and different sensations.

I am sitting on a bondage chair, completely gimped up. I'm dressed head to toe in rubber - with a tight hood with only breathing holes. Under the hood, I have a ball gag on suppressing my moans. My hands are strapped down to the arms of the chair, my legs attached below. There are more straps around my waist and chest to the back of the chair. A metal collar around my neck is an extension of the chair which ensures I'm not moving too much or going anywhere.

Over the suit, with my cock and balls hanging out of it, is a full chastity belt to match the metal collar. So it doesn't really matter if the cock and balls are not under the suit, they are inaccessible. Not that I could even move my hands enough to touch them.

I would also find out later that lots of people are walking past and taking pictures. Some, lured by the sign, have walked in to find out more, responding to the "Enquire Within"call to action.

I had been sitting there like that for about an hour and a half - I've lost track of time and the white noise in the headphones keeping all the sounds out didn't help - before they took me in. The headphones were still on while they cuffed my feet down to the ground and hands into the air in a spread eagle position.

"Where was I?" was all I could remember asking myself.

--

I heard a laugh just as the van had come to a stop. At this point, all I had on was the blindfold and chains attached to my hands and feet so I was fairly mobile. My shirt was unbuttoned midway through, enough for them to attach nipple clamps looped through the D ring on a collar they had put on me. And of course, the CB6000 they had put on me at the toilets the moment we got past airport security.

They were laughing at the sign they had just seen at the front of the store. It read:

Getting married!

A couple of our kinky friends are getting married!

They will be arriving this Friday for a week leading up to a very kinky wedding to be held right here in the store!

On Friday, one of them will be spending a lot of time here so find out how you can join in the festivities. He might still be around on Saturday. And Sunday. You get the idea.

Enquire within.

I didn't know at that time, but we had arrived a couple of hours before the store had opened to set up. This store was a well-known fetish shop. It was also located on a very busy street so many people would have read the sign. I just didn't know how many it would turn out to be.

All I know was that I was lead out of the car and as we walked through the door - me still in chains - I was immediately ushered to a room and placed on a chair. I was told not to get out of that seat and to just relax and enjoy myself as they set up.

So for over an hour, I just sat there in anticipation of what was happening. I had assumed we had checked into a hotel or perhaps a rented dungeon of sorts. Occasionally, I'd hear one of them call out to me to see if I was doing fine (I'd reply with an emphatic yes) and then I'd be left alone again. I could hear muffled sounds of them talk, laughing and some heavy lifting so I assumed they were in the next room.

I could not wait for what they had in store for me and occasionally, my hands would drift to stroke myself through my shorts, feeling my hardness in the CB. At times, I'd tug a bit on the nipple clamps by throwing my head back and moaning out loud. I was horny and I wasn't afraid of showing it.

If only I knew that I was sat in the display window of the store, with the sign next to me. On top of it, an additional couple of words were stuck on - "He's arrived!"

Outside, in front of the window, my partner was handing out fliers about a party the store was hosting in our honour later that day. And making sure that no one was taking pictures of me, much to my relief when I found out later on that I was playing with myself in the full view of people walking along the busy street heading to work and doing their shopping.

It would not be the last time I'd find myself in that window.

New beginnings

It was a big commitment but I had agreed to it. It meant uprooting from the place I grew up in and leaving everything that was familiar to me. But there was something else pulling me away and it won - love.

The metaphorical tug-of-war had been going on for a couple of years now but I never gave in. I may be a romantic but I was always firmly in control of my life; I was never going to make any major life decisions because of another person.

Until I met him of course. And now, I'm standing outside the airport waiting for him to pick me up with three big suitcases of half my life belongings. I was ready for a new life with my man.

He was running a little late due to an accident that was causing a massive jam and so all I can do is sit there and wait. I thought into the future and the things we could do together - I have fantasies of buying a house together and doing it up, coming home to someone I love and just as important, the kinky fun that we could both get up to.

Just that last thought got me hard and horny, and it was at that moment when my cock got hard that his car stopped in front of me. The sight of him meant that my cock wasn't going to go soft anytime soon, and just as I was about to adjust myself, I remembered his last instruction to me five days before - I wasn't allowed to touch myself at any time except to quickly wash while in the shower.

This meant that I hadn't cum in six days and I was going crazy with frustration.

He cocked his head when my hand moved, and then smirked when he noticed I made that last minute realisation. He walked up to me, gave me a big hug, an even bigger kiss and a big grind at the crotch. Even he wouldn't touch it. I just moaned as I kissed him back.

"I know it's a hard decision moving over," he said to me after that kiss, all the while looking down at the tent in my trousers, "but control yourself, boy."

"That's why I have you, Sir," I retorted with a laugh. We've never done the whole Sir/boy thing or at least not seriously. As much as he's my Dom, it was enough that he knew it and I did too.

The traffic had cleared by the time we were heading back so it was a quick 30 minute drive. I took my luggage out of the car and carried it in, leaving it by the side of the entrance door as I stepped in. Immediately, I began stripping.

"What are you doing," he asked, sincerely shocked. And then he remembered. Ever since I found out that his housemate was also kinky, instructions has been that I had to be completely naked once I was in the house. Sometimes he'd lock me in chastity immediately, sometimes we'd just go along the days. Usually, though, we'd start playing very soon after because I would have been denied cumming for a few days before my visit.

"We might need to change some rules now that you've moved in. This is your home now as much as it's mine so we'll need to work around it, okay?" he asked.

I fell in love with him a bit more at that point. Nonetheless, I still remained naked and told him that we can sort things out later. I dragged my luggage into the room - the former housemate's room which would be mine. I was surprised at how different the room looked; my partner had essentially turned it into the playroom.

Before I could turn to him to protest how my room has turned into a sex dungeon essentially, I felt him hug my from the back, grab my already hard cock and started fondling my nipples.

"It's still your room," he said as I let out a moan. "It's easy to transform this room back to being a regular room but I have a proposition that I think you'd like to hear about. Would you?"

By this time, my eyes were closed as I just leaned back into him to enjoy the feel of him stroking me lightly. I could feel myself precumming and true enough, he brought his fingers to my mouth and made me suck it off them.

"Okay," I said. Truth is, at that point, I would have agreed to anything.

He then pushed me onto the bed and said that he hadn't planned on any play today as he wanted to let me rest and settle in, but seeing as how horny I was at that point, he said it'd be a waste not to take advantage of it.

With that, he put leather cuffs on my wrist and ankles and attached it to the four corners of the bed. He then put a collar on me and a gag before hopping off the bed.

He then put the vibrating ring over my already throbbing cock at a low setting, enough to get me worked up, but not enough to send me over the edge. I started moaning. I looked up to see him walking towards a sofa that sat right in front of the bed.

He unzipped his trousers and took his dick out; he wasn't wearing any undies.

"God, you look so hot," he said, as he sat back on the sofa and started jerking off looking at me. All I could do was moan back at him watching him get off as my cock was being teased by a vibrator.

He sat there stroking for quite a while and I knew he was dragging this out. Eventually, he walked over to me and then proceeded to cum on my face. It drove me nuts seeing him cum when I couldn't touch myself.

He reached over, removed the vibrator and said: "Well, now that you've had your post-travel shower, you should get a nap. I'm off to make some dinner. We can discuss further then."

With that, he walked out of the room, closed the door and left me there drenched, tired and most of all, horny. This is the start of my new life.