Date: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 10:53:51 -0500
From: Eric B <storiesbyericb@gmail.com>
Subject: My Journey

My Journey

I was feeling full as I settled into my aisle seat in the plane.  My
stomach was full of knots.  My cock wanted to get full of blood, but the
plastic chastity device prevented it from swelling, as it had for the past
two weeks.  My balls were full, desperate for release.  My ass was full of
a nice sized plug too, which I had slid home--following orders--just before
leaving my rental house of the past few years and turning over the key to
the landlord.  As I took a cab to the airport, checked my bags, and settled
in the gate lounge for my flight to be called, my caged dick was been
dripping from all the stimulation my prostate was getting.  I had taken
several trips to the restroom to mop up the precum with a paper towel, but
now that I was on the plane, I was worried that the dampness would become
visible on my khaki shorts.  I had been told to get an aisle seat, and I
worried now that having to get up to let my seatmates out would call
attention to my situation.  So my mind was full of concerns, too.

I just graduated with my PhD from a scientific program at one of the US--s
leading universities, located in a small Midwestern city.  I was heading
out on a world tour, a vacation that I was rewarding myself with after four
years of hard work.  I was lucky--I had found a job at a good university in
Chicago; most of my fellow students were still looking for work.  I had
finished and defended my dissertation back in January, so I had been able
to use the spring to do a lot of work getting ready for the courses I had
to teach in the fall, publishing a couple of articles, and working with my
mentor to develop some grant proposals.  I could spend eight weeks on
vacation, free of most cares, wandering across Europe and Asia as I heard
about interesting places to visit.  I had wrapped up my loose ends in my
college town, sending my furniture on ahead with movers to be held in
storage for the summer.  I said goodbye to my colleagues--no close friends
really, given how busy I had been--and promised to post some photos on
Facebook.  My parents had come down for graduation.  We weren't really
close, but I promised to call them when I got back and settled in Chicago.

After the graduation ceremony, my mom had made her regular comment about
that maybe now I'd have time to find a girl and settle down.  Little did
she know.  I hadn't told her I was gay.  My folks were evangelical
Christians, and they wouldn't understand.  It had taken me nearly eight
years of living away from home to overcome the baggage of that upbringing.
Most of the people I worked with I knew--it's not something I tried to
hide.  When we talked about our weekends, I sometimes mentioned that I had
spend a Saturday night at one of the local clubs, that is when I took time
away from the lab.  I never had time for a boyfriend.  But it would have
been hard to find someone who was as kinky as I was anyway.

I never really had any trouble finding someone to hook up with.  My stress
relief--and trust me, I needed a lot--was to go the gym and work out hard.
After four years of grad school, I looked great.  I could find someone to
pound my hole and help me get off through the hookup apps and the clubs
easily enough.  There were enough hot guys around from the university that
I had my choice really, though the undergrads didn't have the great
cockmanship I liked to keep my ass happy.  It was harder to find someone
who was kinky though. A few guys were open to cuffing me or slipping my
hood over my head, but most were scared away.  I tried to hook up with
those who were open to it more often, but invariably they found a boyfriend
or some other excuse not to give me what I so badly craved.

I guess my other big stress relief was jacking off.  I had a suitably
discrete profile on a popular fetish website, and I spent too many hours
browsing profiles and occasionally chatting with guys.  There weren't many
guys in my area though--lots of folks that flaked out about actually
getting together, too many subs like myself, and too many guys that were
old or just plain weird.  So I was excited when, about six weeks before I
was going to leave, I noticed that a dom in New York City I had long
admired from a distance said he was hosting a fetish party the weekend I
was planning to leave the States.  I had a round-the-world open ticket, and
I had been planning to fly from London, my first stop, through New York.  I
sent him a message asking if I might come to the party.  After we exchanged
a few messages, he agreed.  I made arrangements, and now I found myself on
the plane, off to fly to NYC for a weekend of bondage before heading out on
my world tour.

The dom and I had kept exchanging messages as the date approached.  He
asked me about my limits and my fantasies. I asked him what he liked to do
to guys and what his parties were like.  I told him I was feeling
apprehensive about being a sub at a party with lots of doms, but he laughed
and said not to worry--he'd take me under his wing and watch out for me,
but it was usually pretty low key.  Fun and full of sex, but low key.  He
sent me some photos of himself and guys he had worked over.  Both got my
juices boiling.  He was hot, a classic tall, dark, and handsome guy.  We
were about the same height, but he was more muscular than my trim though
still defined frame.  He had some facial scruff the way I liked it.  The
pictures he sent of his subs showed them bound in intricate rope work, or
in straight jackets, or restrained over the several pieces of dungeon
furniture he appeared to own, always with hoods, gags, tit clamps, ass
toys, and electro devices binding and teasing their bodies.  When I told
him how often I was jacking off over the photos, he laughed and said that
maybe he should lock up my cock to increase my level of anticipation before
the party.  I said that that wasn't a terrible idea, and in a few days he
had sent me a CB6000 chastity device.  He made me put it on while he
watched over a webcam, laughing as I slipped the padlock through the hasp
and locked myself up.  He, of course, kept the only keys with him in NYC.
He told me to report to him nightly online to prove that I was still locked
up.  When he verified, he had me play with my hole and tease my nipples.
By the end of the two weeks, the chastity device had me going nuts.  I
could think of little else than getting off.  My graduation ceremony and
celebrations near were a fuzzy, indistinct memory--in addition to being
locked up under my robe, he had me wear a plug up my ass and clothespins on
my nipples.  It was great, but it was hell too.

Three days later, he had given me the final instructions for the weekend.
I was to wear light colored shorts, a t-shirt, and flipflops.  The chastity
device, of course, was locked on.  I was to make arrangement for an aisle
seat on the plane.  And the plug was to be seated firmly up my ass again.
I was terrified about being discovered by the TSA, but that worked out
without any problems.  Now I that I was on the plane, I remembered the rest
of his instructions: a friend of his would pick me up at the airport.  He'd
have a waiver I'd have to sign releasing the dom from liability--a kinky
lawyer friend of his thought it was a good idea, he said, just in case
someone caught an STD or something at a party; safe sex was each guest's
decision, and the waiver made clear that my dom friend wasn't responsible
for any consequences of those decisions.  Then we'd get to the dom's place,
and the fun would begin.

***

The flight was delayed by an hour for some reason, but I found the friend
without too much hassle, and we settled down in the car for the twenty
minute ride.  I was feeling a little nervous--who wouldn't be, going to a
stranger's house for a bdsm orgy where you were one of the guys getting
tied up--so I didn't say much.  The guy asked me a bunch of questions
though, about what I did for a living and how I found the dom and whatnot.
I answered, and asked the necessary questions back to seem like I was
interested, though my stomach was in knots worse than ever.  But my cock
was still dripping.  As he slipped the transmission into park, my chauffeur
reached behind him and pulled out an envelope with the liability form.  It
was three pages long, but he told me just to flip to the last page and sign
it--we were late, and the party had already started.  I signed, he grabbed
the form, and led me to the side door of the house.

He opened the door for me and motioned me in.  I walked in, curious what
I'd see.  Would guys be fucking all over the kitchen?  Would the living
room be full of bound subs?  But inside the door was just a small, dark
landing with stairs leading up and down.  The driver gestured me up the
stairs.  I went up, hoping to see the dom.  I opened the door at the top of
the steps, when I felt multiple sets of hands grab me. My shoulders, upper
arms, wrists, and ankles were firmly held.  Someone moved in behind me,
grabbed my neck, and covered my mouth with a gloved hand just as I began to
shout.  Before I could struggle much, several pairs of powerful hands bent
my arms behind my back, and I felt steel cuffs pinning my wrists together.
Pressure was applied to my shoulders while other guys pushed my knees
forward, and I sank the ground.  Steel shackles quickly cuffed my ankles
together.  Someone grabbed my forehead and twisted my head back, and a ball
gag was forced in my mouth as the gloved hand was removed.

I struggled a bit, but the situation was obviously useless.  I didn't know
whether to scream or cream my shorts.  As my eyes refocused, I calmed a
bit, for there was my dom host standing in front of me.  He looked as great
as, maybe even better than, he did in his pics.  He was wearing tight
leather pants, boots, and a chest harness. His scruff was neatly trimmed,
and his muscles filled out his body in all the right spaces; it looked like
he had just left the gym.  If it had been possible, my cock would have
surged. He stared at me for a moment, and then he started to speak.

"Well, well, well, look who finally showed up.  My new slave.  You're going
to have the time of your life this weekend boy.  You have no idea. But
first we've got to get you ready."  With that, he grabbed a knife off the
counter.  I'm sure my eyes must have got huge, but I didn't have enough
time to get really concerned before he pulled at my shirt and swiftly made
a cut in the collar and sleeves.  He quickly tore the rest of it off and
threw the remnants on the floor.  My shorts were next to go.  I was nude.
The dom smiled and said, "that's better.  You won't be needing any clothes
this weekend, or for a while.  Still a lot to do before you can start being
trained though."

I wondered what could be coming next.  I hadn't counted on starting things
this intensely, but there was no harm done, and I was sure that I would be
jacking off to this scene for months.  The dom put the knife back on the
counter and picked up something in front of him.  I heard a click and a
buzz, and my heart sank.  I had heard that sound in bdsm porn I had
watched, and this scene was playing out a little like a clich‚.  Hair
clippers.  Sure it was hot to see a struggling sub bound and shaved in
porn, but there's no way I wanted to start my vacation with a bald head.  I
started to twist and pull at the hands that were holding me, but between
the cuffs and guys I wasn't going anywhere.

"I asked you what your limits were boy, and you didn't say anything about
haircuts.  Bet you wish you had now, don't you!  Not that it would have
made much a difference."  I tried to get away, panicking with the way this
was going, but I wasn't going anywhere.  Additional hands grabbed my
shoulders, and someone put me in a headlock.  I felt the clippers touch my
forehead and bite into my hair.  My brown curls started to fall away,
falling across my eyes as the dom--holy crap! I don't even know his name, I
realized with a sinking heart--methodically took my hair.  I saw the
crotches of the guys in front of me swell as I struggled--one even took out
his cock and stroked it as the clippers buzzed on my skull.  After a couple
minutes, my head was pushed forward and the dom started getting the back,
and I wondered if it would be wet shaved too, to complete the porn film
scene.

Thankfully, it appeared that I would be spared that.  As soon as the
clippers were done, the dom turned to put them down and came back toward me
with a leather blindfold which he quickly pulled over my eyes.  No light
could get through it, and I could see nothing.  Someone put foam earplugs
in my ears. The straps of the ball gag were loosened, and a tight fitting
neoprene hood was stretched over my head, feeling odd as it slid over my
newly denuded head.  The hood had a large opening for my mouth and nose,
but the gag stayed in place while the straps were refastened over the hood.
Within the span of ninety seconds, my head was effectively isolated from
the world, with my sight, hearing, and ability to speak all taken from me.

I felt hands start pulling my shoulders up, and I took the hint and stood.
The same hands turned me around, and I was guided down the stairs I had
just walked up, all of ten minutes ago.  I was guided to the basement,
where I felt cool tile underfoot.  The hands guided me deeper into the
basement until we stopped.  Two sets of hands grabbed my arms while someone
else uncuffed my wrists.  One arm was forcefully twisted up and around and
then bound with what felt like a rubber cuff.  Once it was secured high in
the air, the other wrist experienced the same.  My ankles were unshackled,
spread apart, and secured.  I was spread eagle, tied wrist and ankle,
unable to see a thing or protest.  I was scared to death, but I still had
to admit that parts of this were hot.

I was left standing there for a few minutes, and I wondered what was going
on.  Suddenly, I felt someone grab the plug which had been up my ass for
hours now and ease it out.  I yelped into the gag as the wide part
stretched my ring and gasped in relief as the discomfort swiftly faded.

Quickly though, I felt something else inserted up my tender chute.  It felt
like it had a couple of hoses or something dangling from the back.  The guy
back there grabbed one of the hoses, and soon I felt the plug start to
inflate.  After a few seconds, it was uncomfortable, but it didn't get
worse.  The hands fiddled some more, and I felt some cool water start to
flow into my ass.

I didn't have time to dwell on the water gushing into my colon though, as I
felt two sets of clippers start working their way down my body, removing my
body hair.  My pit, chest, arm, and leg hair were quickly gone.  I felt
someone grab the chastity device and take off the little padlock, removing
the plastic cock cover and its rings soon after.  Despite everything that
had happened in the past half hour, I immediately became fully erect, my
hard cock pointing out from my crotch.  It was shaved of its hair quickly
enough too.

While the pressure in my ass didn't seem to be getting worse, I was
starting to feel cramps.  I never liked giving myself enemas--it's a dirty,
long, inconvenient, unpleasant, but necessary task--but I had no choice
now.  Soon enough, however, the cramps were relieved when someone opened a
valve and let the water flow out.  I didn't have much time to be thankful
for that relief, however, for suddenly I felt a warm liquid applied
simultaneously to my left arm and my right pit.  It was hot enough to
almost burn.  I didn't realize what it was at first, but then a strip of
fabric was applied over top of both spots, patted down for a moment, and
then ripped off.  I bellowed in pain, my mind hardly able to process either
the pain or the fact that they were waxing all the stubble off my body.  I
started to struggle, but someone grabbed my balls and squeezed, and I
realized that I had no more choice about it.

By this time, my erection had finally gone down.  I no longer wanted to be
here.  If I could talk, I would have been shouting to let me out and let me
go.  This was far more painful and much less erotic than I had thought it
would be.  As soon as I could, I'd be getting out of here, spending the
weekend in a hotel nursing my wounded pride before my flight to London on
Monday afternoon.  But they never gave me the chance to speak.  My gut was
cleansed three more times, each time with a little more water.  All of my
hair below the neck was waxed off, right down to the few hairs on my
fingers and toes.  Cold water blasted my tender skin, washing away the
remnants of wax and hair.  I was absolutely miserable.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the waxing was done and I was roughly
towel dried.  My skin was tender, but in three days I was sure I'd be okay
for my flight out.  I didn't know how long my hairless condition would
last, but maybe some guys on the way would find it hot.  I needed some
uncomplicated, vanilla sex after this.

I felt my captors uncuff my ankles and slip my feet into what felt like
leather boots.  Shackles went over top.  Someone grabbed my flaccid cock--I
didn't know why at first, but I realized eventually he wanted me to pee, so
I let go, not caring at this point where this piss ended up.  The chastity
device went back on.  After that, my arms were released one at a time.  I
tried to resist, but they had fallen asleep by now, and whoever was
manhandling me had no problems bringing them down and cuffing them to a
belt which had been placed around my waist.  Clamps held together by a
chain were roughly attached to my nipples.  I was pushed down to my knees.

Suddenly I felt someone start to loosen the strap which held the ball gag
in place.  My jaw had long ago started to ache, and I looked forward both
to being able to exercise my jaw and ask to be released.  It took me a
moment after the ball was pulled from my mouth with a long strand of drool
to start protesting.

"Let me go, this is more than I thought it would be! I want...."  I was
suddenly silenced as someone brutally grabbed my balls and another hand
yanked the chain between my nipples.  I vaguely heard someone shout through
the ear plugs and hood, unable to make out what they said.  I had a pretty
good idea, though, and I shut my mouth.  Now I was really scared, though--I
had thought it would be easy enough to get out of here once people heard
this was too much for me.  While the pressure on my balls and nipples let
up some, whoever had control of me made it clear that my cooperation was
demanded.  There was little I could do as a thick leather hood was slid
over the neoprene one I was already wearing, complete with a gag that
thoroughly filled my mouth.  I was thankful for small mercies though--I
could feel already that this gag would be easier for long term wear, and I
was starting to realize that I wasn't going anywhere for the time being.
The hood was tightened, and a wide collar was secured around the base of
the collar and my neck.  I felt something probing around my hole, and
suddenly a long, thin object penetrated me several inches.  I felt a cool,
thick gel ooze into my hole.  Clearly, I was being lubed up.  The nozzle
was removed, and a finger, then two, roughly replaced it, spreading the gel
around my hole and coating everything thoroughly.  My cock started to
reharden against the chastity a bit, but I was still scared and angry.

Before I could worry about why I needed to be so thoroughly lubed, I felt
someone attach something to a ring on the front of my collar and use it to
pull me to my feet.  I was guided across the basement and then back up the
stairs I had come down only an hour before.  I was pulled through the
kitchen and then further into the house.  I felt hands grabbing me, pulling
at my chained tits and mauling my balls.  Someone even stuck his finger up
my ass.

We quickly stopped moving though, and I bumped into something in front of
me.  My wrists and ankles were uncuffed, and the leash on my collar was
used to guide me to crawl onto a padded platform in front of me.  I quickly
realized what I was on, as hands strapped me down.  I had seen the dom's
photos of guys strapped down on a bondage platform or fuck bench, and I had
no doubt that's where I was as my wrists, forearms, calves, and ankles were
tied down.  Longer straps went across my back, and the collar was secured
too, preventing my head from moving much.  My ass was accessible off the
end of the bench.

I could hear a dull murmur of conversation through the ear plugs and the
two hoods, but I couldn't hear anything distinctly enough to understand
what was being said.  Things quieted for a moment, and I wondered what was
going on.  Suddenly, I felt a large, erect dick at my hole.  Whoever it was
laid it across my ass for a moment, then teased the entrance of my hole
with his cockhead.  By now, I was still pissed off about what happened, but
my horniness had also returned.  If I could have, I would have pushed back
against it.  I didn't have to wait long though.  He pushed in forcefully,
causing me to gasp into the gag and pull at my bindings.  I could hear the
crowd going wild.

***

I'm not sure when or if I'll get to any subsequent parts of this
story--I've outlined what I think might happen, but the writing takes a
long time.  This chapter works pretty well on its own though.  Feedback
always welcomed.  I've also thought it would be fun to retell the story
from the perspective of the dom--if you'd like to do that, you're more than
welcome to.  Otherwise, all right reserved; please don't repost elsewhere
other than Nifty, which can always use your support.