An Unexpected Week in Chastity Ch. 05
Chapter 5 -- Friday
At the office Brad made me worship his feet and do his job as usual. While he made sure to remind me that I am still his office bitch he didn't push me too his usual extremes. I suspected Chris had given him some instructions, but it was not my place to ask. I headed straight home from work, where I showered and shaved making sure I was clean inside and out. My hormones were in overdrive, as they had been all week from not being able to jerk off, even in the shower, but tonight I expected the weeklong buildup of orgasmic tension was finally going to find its release.
Standing naked in the kitchen I opened the mysterious box that had arrived via courier and gawked at the contests as I read the note. Unpacking the box, I saw a set of steel ankle manacles with wrist cuffs connected by a short chain, a collar with an open pad lock, a spider gag that would keep my mouth pried open, two nipple clamps connected by a silvery chain, and a black leather hood with holes only for the mouth and nostrils. I was aroused touching the collection of BDSM gear and contemplating what Sir Chris had in mind, but as I read the instructions, I got nervous.
1. Place a towel on the floor in the foyer, unlock your front door and kneel on towel.
2. Lock your ankles in the manacles, don't put on the attached wrist cuffs yet.
3. Put the collar around your neck and lock the padlock. The key is not in the box, so you only get one chance don't mess it up boy.
4. Give your nipples a pinch and attach the clamps.
5. Make sure the gag is close by and you memorize where the gag and wrist cuffs are.
6. Pull on the leather hood zipping it up the back.
7. Over the hood put on the spider gag, cinch it tight boy, don't disappoint me!
8. Lastly lock the wrist cuffs behind your back and wait.
At 6:30 exactly I made sure I had memorized the instructions and followed them precisely. Just before the last step I paused to question my sanity. Here I am kneeling naked, cock locked in its cage, ankles manacled, and a collar locked on. I am unable to talk or see, inhaling the scent of leather, each movement making the nipple chain swing shooting a sharp pain thought my nipples. With the collar, ankles and cock locked I was past the point of no consequences, but I still had some limited freedom, was I prepared to fully end that? With a deep breath I reached behind me to find the wrist cuffs and locked them on before I could mentally talk myself out of it.
Time moves slowly when you cannot see a clock and have nothing to distract you. Only after I was fully helpless did I let my mind contemplate all the ways this could go wrong. The odds were extremely thin, but anyone could walk in on me like this. Or what if Chris called now to cancel the date? I would have no way of knowing. I was getting increasingly anxious when there was a knock at the door.
I froze in fear thinking to myself, would Chris knock? He doesn't seem the type. If not Chris, who was it? A salesperson or neighbor or someone wanting to proselytize about their religion? I couldn't speak out to answer beyond a mumble, all I could do was hope they would go away. I heard the door handle rattle and sensed the door opening. "Oh, hey everyone this must be the right place lets go in." I heard a young female voice say.
My brain was having a challenging time processing what was happening in a timely manner. I felt a tug on my nipple chain causing an involuntary moan when I heard the same young female voice, "Oh he is cute this is going to be a fun night." I couldn't tell how many people entered behind her, but I could smell the mixed perfume, body spray and cologne of at least half a dozen young men and women as each yanked my nipple chain or felt my body as they casually entered my home. As I knelt there helpless, music started, food and drinks were served, and people chatted and drank turning my suburban house into a college dorm style party.
Everyone was grabbing and groping me, some rough and some softly. Multiple times I felt alcohol tipped finger casually pushed into my mouth through the spider gag, usually with a youthful laugh at how helpless I was. From the number of people who thew an arm across my shoulders while I heard clicking phone camera noises, I assume I was the subject of many students' social media posts that night and was thankful for the anonymity of the leather hood.
As the evening progressed the flow of new people slackened but I could tell my small house was crowded. From the snippets of conversation that I overheard I learned my uninvited house guests were an eclectic group of gay, straight, bi, male, female, and non-binary local students. They were all freshmen at Uni Metro who Chris had invited over apparently telling them what to expect just inside the door.
No one talked to me directly until I heard a voice express surprise, "Oh fuck you're that jogger guy?" At first, I didn't connect the voice to the emo skater boy from the park but when I heard him making a call, I recognized who it was. "Oh, yea hey dude I am at this party some guy in my class at Uni is hosting and guess who is here, I will send you pic you're not going to believe this" ... "I am sending you the address you have to come see this!"
The party was in full swing around me, and I knew it was well past the original date time of 7pm when I heard the voice of the tall skater boy arrive, "Woo I knew wearing the cage he was into some submissive shit, but this is next level." Talking loudly to the crowd, "Anyone fuck 'em yet?"
The chorus of voices replied telling the interloping skater boy they were told they could touch and abuse the bound host all they wanted, but no one was allowed to move him from the foyer or fuck his ass until Chris arrived. A strong hand grabbed the collar on my neck, and I could smell the lingering cigarette smoke on the skater's breath mixed with the leather of the hood as he spoke, "Looks like you're just going to have to enjoy the taste of my fuck snake again bitch." Followed by a hard open-handed slap to my chest and the clamped nipple.
My arms still locked behind me there was nothing I could do as the throbbing skater boy cock slide into my mouth through the opening of the spider gag. The skater's hairless cock was long and thin as it penetrated my mouth striking the back of my throat. I could hear the tone in the room change as people began cheering him on encouraging him to fuck my mouth rougher with each hip thrust. More cell phone camera noises clicked, and I felt multiple sets of hands groping my caged cock, pulling my nipple chain, and spanking my exposed ass as I choaked down the skater cock.
The crowd was enjoying him raping my mouth hole and immediately after I tasted the warm stream of skater boy twink juice the room went silent as we all heard someone clearing their throat audibly by the front door. Sir Chis had arrived. The sound was not particularly loud, but everyone reacted instantly to its commanding presence. I felt the warm sticking cock pulled out of my mouth, the spider gag dripping drool and cum down my chin onto my naked chest in the now quiet room.
"It's good that my boy is acting the proper host, but who are you?" I heard Chris's clear voice ask commanding automatic authority in any room he entered. The emo skater boy who I learned was named Liam spoke up telling Chris he had invited Stan the taller skater boy. When Chris welcomed Stan with a hug and invited him to hang out with his Uni friends the tension in the room broke, and the party restarted. I could hear Sir Chris making polite rounds saying hello to people but notably ignoring me.
After many hours on my knees being used as party favor sucking down multiple cocks and even being forced to lick a pussy, Chris finally addressed me. "You followed my instructions precisely and you even let your pathetic fag mouth pleasure your betters, I am pleased, it's time for the promised rewards boy." My cock strain against its captivity in anticipation.
The short chain connecting my wrist cuffs to the ankle manacles was removed and I was led in a blind shuffling walk to the kitchen island where I was laid onto my back. The cold tiles were still wet from spilled drinks on my back as I felt my legs lift into the air. The ankle manacles were connected to the front of my collar by a short chain folding me in half like a taco and keeping my naked ass hanging off the edge of the island. My wrists were still locked uncomfortably under me, the steel cuffs cutting into my back and gouging the marble tiles.
Chris's naturally authoritarian aura silenced the background chatter of the party as everyone focused on him. In my hood the I didn't see the whipping cane and the sudden strike of it hitting my ass caught me off guard. My whole body jumped and jerked in surprise as more strikes came rapidly, landing with precision, earning ooh and aahs from the audience. The hits aimed at the ass cheeks stung badly but were tolerable. However, when Chris switched to striking my balls and sensitive fag hole the desperate loud moans from my gagged mouth filled the crowded house.
Tears ran down my face inside the leather hood as I struggled and rolled side to side on the kitchen island enduring the spanking and whipping. Finally, he stopped, and I could hear audible gasps from the crowds as I was spun on the slick countertop showing my red stripped ass and bruised balls to the crowded room. Chris had the EMO skater boy Liam remove the hood before quickly putting the gag back in so that I could watch Chris's shirtless hard and smooth twink body. A cold spray of lube of my sore skin sent a jolt through me as his manicured hands possessively massaged my sore ass.
I was moaning softly in the gag making eye contact with Chris's deep blue eyes and admiring his flat hairless chest with its buttery smooth pale freckled skin when the first of his lubed fingers probed into me. I almost laughed in the gag when there was a polite golf clap from the crowd at the first sign on penetration. More time passed as I was loosened up by his expert fingers. Looking right at me with his confident gaze while probing his fingers in and out he spoke, "I promised you I would fuck you after a week in chastity, and now that the week is done I will, but do you want to make your Master truly happy boy?"
I was so desperate for him to fuck me I nodded my agreement even knowing I may regret it later. "Excellent, then you will stay in the chastity cage for another week as a gift to me. Oh, I know you cannot properly thank me in that gag, but you are welcome boy." He said with an evil sneer as there was more applause from the crowd, his university friends approving of his show of utter dominance over me.
"Now for the main event!" I felt the tip of his large cock head press on my hole where the fingers recently were. The talking over, he slid the large hard cock up and down my sore ass crack before lining the throbbing shaft up to my hole and thrusting it into me. As the crowd closed in, I felt multiple sets of hands running on my naked flesh as Chris trusted deeper into my hungry desperate slave hole.
I moaned, tasting fingers pressed into my mouth and grabbing my neck. My arms strained in the cuffs as people yanked my nipple chain and squeezed my balls roughly. The cacophony of sensations paled when compared to formidable feeling of Chris's cock thrusting deep into me. I kept my eyes locked on the shirtless Adonis and his firm flat marble hard abdominal muscles and chest coated in a sheen of sweat as the sexy torso muscles flexed with each thrust of his body. Multiple times I spurt cum into my cage which brought the most glorious smile to his pretty twink face under the now wet short red hair.
My view of his twinkish perfection was interrupted when a thin but muscled tom boy lesbian looking university girl grabbed my head and pushed it back down, so I was looking up at her. She lifted her tartan punk skirt with safety pins down the side to let me see her rather sizable cock that was throbbing and hard before she rammed it into my mouth held pried open by the spider gag.
As Chris continued to fuck me, I choked down the college girl's fat punk cock. My caged cock was sticky and hot from my spurts of cum. The two freshmen fuckers made eye contact above me and with a nod of agreement they both reach their climax in unison. I felt the twink cum spraying forcibly into me at both ends. Breathlessly Chris addressed the room, "Whew! My boy throws a hell of party, now that I have staked my claim, the ban on his fag hole is lifted, have fun!"
The leather hood was put back on and for the rest of the night I felt multiple cocks enter my ass and mouth. Instead of being embarrassed or ashamed at being the party sex toy, I was proud that I could do this for Sir Chris. While I enjoyed the feeling and spurted more, none of the other college kids compared to Chris's size, domineering confidence, and raw skill. I was doing what he wanted, submitting to his will and that is what made me happiest through the rest of the long night.
Eventually I was dumped on the floor in a hog tie where I was left naked until I fell asleep amongst the puddles of piss, cum and spilled stale beer and other drinks. I awoke the next morning on the kitchen floor to the feel of Chris unlocking the cuffs and collar. In a soft friendly voice that reminded me of the boy I meet on our date a week earlier he told me, "You did well boy go clean yourself up."
I stumbled bare of any clothing beyond my chastity cage through the piles of plates and empty bottles that littered my house to the shower. After a long warm shower, I almost felt back to being human before returning to the living room. Chris was holding a heavy chain collar with a pad lock. "You are my slave now, I will allow you to wear this under your shirt when at work if you wish but otherwise, I expect you to wear it openly showing the world you belong to me." he commanded.
My desire to be with him, owned by him, had only grown with his treatment of me and I eagerly submitted to his will. Bowing my head I let him lock on the chain collar as he pocketed the key. "If you're well behaved the chastity cage will come off next weekend boy for now clean up your mess." I automatically obeyed and started to clean my house naked in the locked chain collar and chastity cage as Chris left. The lingering promise of further submission to my new master putting a smile on my face as I cleaned.
The End
Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed the series.
- I was intrigued by the BDSM gear in the box, especially the dominant twink's ginger charm attached to the collar.
- The dominant twink, Chris, arrived, complimenting my obedience and expressing his delight in my submission during the party.
- As the dominant twink Chris continued to dominate me, I couldn't help but notice the other attendees, including the gay bdsm twink, admiring our connection.
- Later that night, as I lay on the kitchen floor in my chastity cage, I couldn't help but feel fulfilled and grateful to be the submissive male in Sir Chris's twinkdom.