On Display to Thousands

I’m dropped off at what should be my last date of the evening. It should be the room of my actual owner, and when not on out on a BDSM play weekend, my best friend Mike’s. It is. Or should I say, it is the room of Sir Michael, as this is a play weekend.

I’m let in not knowing what to expect. I don’t think he will want to be romantic, we have always avoided that when playing in order to preserve our normal platonic relationship we have outside of the BDSM play. I am about to see.

“This is what I have planned. You love tight bonds. That leather belt and cuffs don’t come close. You love to be plastic wrapped. Our host was kind enough to provide me with a roll of black industrial strength stretch wrap, your favorite. My plan is to wrap you up, lay you down on one side of the bed where you’ll stay till morning. I’ll leave enough room for me.  Once I get you settled in, I’m going back to watching my Chaturbate website. Likely you’ll fall asleep long before I’m done. But you know I’m headed for bed because I’ll jack myself off, cumming on your face, something for you to enjoy the rest of the night having no hands,” he says with a gleeful tone and a broad smile on his face.

He takes me into the bathroom first to let me relieve myself, thank you, then has me stand near the bed. My current restraints will provide no obstacles; they even help the process and fantasy a little. He starts at my shoulders, wrapping around in a slight downward motion, quickly trapping first my upper arms, then lower arms and hands to my body, continuing down forcing my legs together as he travels all the way to my feet. I love this feeling, the tightness. It really is my favorite way to be bound. He transitions to an upper movement till he is all the way back to my neck.

I’ve been wrapped many times before, by Sir Michael, by DR. D and even by my wife. So, I know to expand my chest as he goes by it so that my breathing will not be overly restricted. Sir Michael tells me he won’t be wrapping my head as it could be dangerous when I fall asleep. He then tells me that while he is sleeping, DR. D’s sub and the other sub here from the Club will be taking shifts watching me. Safety is always a priority for Sir Michael when it comes to my bondage and I’m grateful, even if it does take some of the exciting edge off our play.

He makes four paths both up and down my body. I am tightly wrapped. I can move none of my limbs, even my fingers are restricted. A true cocoon. I love it. He maneuvers me back against the edge of the bed, then pushes me over and I plop down onto the mattress. He spins me around, so I am properly aligned to sleep.

I try to move, first individual body parts. Nothing moves; I am well wrapped. Then I try to roll my whole body, again, nothing happens, I am stuck where I have been placed. No fear of rolling out of bed.

I thought he was done but he wasn’t. I feel him pulling at the wrap and I know he is starting the process of cutting out my nipples. He is careful with the shears yet still makes quick work out of exposing my buds. He then goes to work of cutting out my junk. He doesn’t make a big hole, just enough to pull out my cock and balls. They have a feeling of being free yet still held tight.

I figured the nipple exposure was for clothespins or clamps, and they will be. But first he warms them up with multiple slaps with a riding crop. The same treatment then is applied to my dick and balls. Nothing I can do but endure. He is having fun. He wasn’t originally into BDSM play but he has been having more enjoyment out of each time he has been able to abuse his best straight friend.

Once he grows tired of this, he applies adjustable screw down clamps to my nipples. Then, to my surprise starts to fondle, lick, then suck my penis. He’s good. He has had a lot of practice with others as he explored the gay world. And even though I especially do not like my buddy sucking me, I can’t stop myself from getting hard. He brings me close a couple of times.

After taking a short break, he gets me hard a third time then stops and lubes me up. Lube? Oh shit, I think he is going to use me as a fucking post. Sure enough, he drops the shorts he was wearing and climbs on top of my tight black cocoon. With his hand he keeps me hard as he aligns his butt over me and guides my dick head into his hole. His rectum has gotten a lot of use over the years. I am not oversized. As a result, a quick squat down of my partner and I have penetrated him to the base of my shaft. He rides me slowly to start. It feels great but my mind is not happy about this.

To help, I start a bondage and forced rape fantasy in my head. While not the reason for doing it, the result is I stay hard. Its now the Sir Michael show. He likes being a Bottom as well as a Top. He wants his ass fucked, and he knows I can’t stop him. In fact, there is very little I can contribute to this but a hard dick and the cum building within. He is going to steel a fuck by his best friend if I want him to or not.

I don’t have the endurance of the others, nor any desire to prolong this, so it’s not too long before I, for the first time, cummed in another man’s ass. At least I think this is the first time. These guys have sexually abused me so many ways that it is hard to remember all the things I’ve done as I try to block many of them out. I do know that this did feel good. Ejaculating always does.

Sir Michael stays on me until I start to shrink. Then to my frustration, he slides his body up my bound torso crossing the pinched nipples till he reaches my head and squarely puts his crack down on my face saying simply, “You know what to do, you owe me.”

As already indicated, rimming is one of my least favorite abuses I have had to endure. Now my best friend’s ass is rubbing against my mouth. It’s not the first time. I think it is; however, the first time it has been filled with cum. At least its mine. Contrary to me, being rimmed is his favorite thing. He has placed me in my most wanted bondage; I feel compelled, as well as required by our servitude contract, to please him. I give him a great job. The stimulation and gravity, sad to say, causes most of the cum I just deposited in him to be returned to me.

Once he is pleasured and licked cleaned, he climbs off, tells me good night, dims the lights and goes back to his Chaturbate, turning up the volume to annoy the straight guy as he’s watching what sounds like two guys going at it with a vengeance. It doesn’t take long for me to drift off, contemplating the evening now past, tomorrow and this mysterious Sunday, all while trying to clear cum that coats my lips and mouth. My cum and whatever.

Not sure how long it has been, but as promised, my sleep is broken, as my friend, my best friend, jacks off onto his helpless buddy’s face. His facial hits my eyes, nose and cheeks, startling me awake, but he concentrates most of his plentiful load onto my lips, knowing there is no place for it to go but into my mouth as he commands it to be opened. I obey almost unconsciously as I am not yet fully awake.  As I open, he leans in, pushing his still stiff dick into my mouth as he milks out with his hand any remaining semen.

He leaves, as I try to deal with what is on my face and in my mouth. Totally bound but for my head, there is little I can do but endure it. I hear him taking a piss in the bathroom. He is back with the orders to reopen and stick out my tongue. As I obey unaware why, he shakes his cock and a few remaining drops of urine from his bathroom stop splash down onto my tongue. Not finished with this humiliation, he says to lick his slit dry and reluctantly I do. My reward is a ‘good boy’ and a ‘nighty-night my cum loving straight toilet toy’.