Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2016 07:54:24 +1300
From: Rob J <humperlock@gmail.com>
Subject: Noise Control - Part 3

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The cage between Danny's legs felt heavy as he took another trip around the
cruise club. His last fuck had been amazing, but he hadn't been able to cum
with the chastity cage on. Having to stop after nearly being able to orgasm
was worse than his entire past week.

Despite his best efforts at cleaning up, there was now a very noticible wet
patch in the front of his shorts, over the unnaturally large bulge. There
was only one thing on his mind right now: to cum. And to do that he had to
prove to Jared that he'd been fucked at least three times.

Someone squeezed Danny's butt on the way past. Danny looked around in
interest. It was a short, stocky man with a full beard. He had tattoos all
up his arms and creeping up his neck. He wore leather chaps and a leather
vest that revealed a chest that told of many years of bench pressing. Danny
followed.

They kissed briefly, and Danny guided Tattoo Man's hand down his shorts to
his caged dick. Tattoo Man licked his lips and gave his balls a reassuring
squeeze. There was no need for words this time.

Danny allowed himself to be led into a private room near the back of the
club. Of all the rooms in Club EX, this was one of the ones that Danny had
never used. It was a small room with mirrors on all sides. In the center,
two chains hung from the ceiling, ending in leather cuffs. There were also
two ankle cuffs connected to the ground.

Danny stripped off without being told, and kicked his cloths into the
corner of the room. Tattoo Man kissed Danny again, then reached up to
secure his wrists in the suspended cuffs. He also secured his ankles. Danny
looked at himself in interest in the mirror. The cuffs were just high
enough to stretch his body out, and he could just rest his feet on the
ground. The leather cuffs were hot, and being hung there like a piece of
meat turned Danny on even more. His caged dick twitched.

Tattoo man circled him and ran his hands up and down Danny's helpless body,
making him tremble.

"You have a hot body boy, I would have thought you were a top if it wasn't
for this thing."

He gave the cage a slap, and Danny yelped.

He stoodbehind Danny and tenderly kissed his back, bringing his hands up to
fondle the rings that pierced each of his nipples. He circled the sensitive
pink flesh and yanked lightly on the rings. Danny moaned and pleaded in
bliss, his dick continually leaking and leaving strings of precum sticking
to his thighs.

As he continued to rub his nipples, Danny felt the familiar sensation of a
penis rubbing up against his asscheeks. Tattoo man's dick slipped in
easily. Each thrust from behind made him swing forwards, but his wrist and
ankle restraints prevented him from going anywhere. He hung onto the chains
while his caged dick flopped uselessly in front of him. Precum was flying
everywhere.

Getting fucked while hanging by your arms wasn't exactly comfortable, but
Danny found it incredibly hot to watch himself in the mirrors around him.

The other thing he noticed in the mirror was that Tattoo Man had left the
door open, and there was a small crowd beginning to gather outside. As
Tattoo Man's fuck got more and more heated, more and more guys spilled into
the room to watch, all jerking their erect dicks and they weren't shy about
reaching out to fondle Danny's locked one. Hands groped his cage, and his
nipples. Hands roamed all over his body.

"Look at the little slut, he's got a chastity cage on!"  "He want's it up
his ass so bad, look how much that cage is straining."  "How badly do you
want to cum, bitch?"

One guy decided to plant himself right in front of Danny. He was young and
muscled, like a college football player, smooth all over. He leaned against
the mirror and started stroking own dick, eyes locked on Danny.

"Don't you wish you could stroke your little dick?"  "Please... please..."

To Danny, it was like being in a candy shop, but not being allowed to touch
anything. There was an Adonis slowly jerking off in front of him, but he
couldn't get his hands or legs free. He couldn't even get hard.

Danny tried to hump the air. He was so horny! He needed to cum so much!

"Looked at the slut trying to get off!" someone laughed.

The guy in front of him started to sweat, and his body gleamed in the low
light. Soon, he came, shooting strings and strings of hot cum onto Danny's
outstretched torso. They dripped down his body and down his cage. Danny
whimpered, his own dick denied.

Behind him, Tattoo Man groaned and came as well, pumping more cum into his
ass. Before Danny's asshole could recover, another dick was in its
place. It's owner was a hairy Middle Eastern man who fucked with no
mercy. Danny's body swung with the thrusts, but his restraints and the
other men in the room held him in place while he screamed.

The man didn't take long to finish, but another guy was already ready to
take over. This time it was a young college student with a long and thin
penis.

"Fuck, please..."

Sweat rolled down Danny's body as he took the pounding. His cage and nipple
rings rocked against his body, and cum streamed down the back of his balls
and down his legs, turning on his spectators even more. Someone in front of
him couldn't wait his turn, and sprayed another load all over Danny's
stomach. It dripped down to mingle with his own precum flowing from the
cage.

Danny lost count of how many guys used him. At the seventh or eighth fuck,
someone mercifully freed his arms, and he collapsed on the ground, panting
hard, with cum still seeping out his asshole. The crowd in the room was now
gone. That was simultaneously the hottest and most uncomfortable fuck he
had ever had. His shoulders were in agony. His hand automatically went to
his dick, but it was no use. He couldn't get off humping the air, and he
sure couldn't get off now.

He reached for his clothes, saw his phone and groaned. He had no proof of
the last seven or eight fucks to send to Jared. He flicked through to his
camera, hoping a photo of his gaping asshole might be good enough, when he
stopped. Someone had taken a photo of a massive black man fucking him while
he was strung up. He didn't even remember getting fucked by him.

Still he was grateful he had at least one photo. He sent it off to Jared.

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Club EX was beginning to clear out by the time Danny gathered enough
strength to finally leave the room. He had wiped off as much sweat and cum
as he could, but there was still a distinctive smell of sperm on him. He
wondered how he would get home.

There was still the problem of finding one more guy before the club
closed. His phone beeped.

"One more to go before you get this, little fucker."  It was accompanied by
a photo of Jared's dick. A perfectly formed 8-inch monster. Danny's mouth
went dry and his dick twitched again. He needed to find someone to
fuck. Anyone.

Sadly there wasn't really anyone around. The only guys left were already
paired or wrapping up their activities for the night. Danny started to
panic. He went around the maze once more.

Eventually he spotted a late arrival coming into the club. He was a young,
well-groomed man in a form-fitting dress shirt, who looked like he just
came in from a night of partying. Danny made a beeline for him.

Dress Shirt reeked of alcohol, aftershave and sweat from a night of
dancing. His eyes were vague was Danny approached him, but he didn't object
Danny's advances. The taste of beer was still strong from his mouth. Dress
Shirt's hands roamed up and down Danny's shirt and shorts. His hands paused
for only a split second after discovering Danny's chastity cage, but he was
either too drunk or past caring and didn't stop.

Danny started to lead him to a private room, but he didn't want to budge.

"Just suck me off, bro," he slurred, pushing Danny to his knees.

Danny hesitated. Was a blowjob good enough to convince Jared?

But Dress Shirt had already unzipped, and a rock hard-dick was already
pointing at his face, so Danny shrugged and went to work. Danny was no
stranger to blowjobs, so soon Danny's nose was in a bush of pubes, and the
dick was deep down his throat. Dress Shirt moaned and slurred intelligible
words as he guided Danny's head up and down his shaft.

Danny took a quick snap of himself mid-swallow and sent it off to Jared. He
hoped this would be good enough.

Dress Shirt's breath slowly got shallower as he got closer to orgasm. Danny
renewed his sucking with extra energy, focusing on pleasuring the penis
head in particular. Dress Shirt put both hands around Danny's head and
started to pump his mouth into his dick with faster and rougher
strokes. Danny gagged, but couldn't pull away.

With a groan, Dress shirt guy forcefully shoved Danny's face into his
groin, shoving his dick all the way down Danny's throat and came.

Danny choked, pulling away too late. A chunk of cum spewed out his nose as
he coughed and spluttered, trying to catch his breath.

"Thanks bud, see you around," Dress shirt guys said, zipping up. He
stumbled off.

Danny wiped the cum off his face, considered for a second, then licked it
off his fingers. No point letting good cum go to waste. His phone beeped
again. Jared.

"Nice work slut. I'll be home soon. Be at my door in 30 minutes."

Danny's forgotten dick sprang to attention in it's cage again.