This Is a work in progress by me, if you have read “Dry suit Fun”, over on http://www.eckie.com, then you have ready one of my others.
Been meaning to finish this one for a couple of weeks now, I think one good 12 hour stint at the pc would finish it, I am dyslexic so its slow going for me to write anything.
But thought I would post he 1st part here as preview before I finish it off.
I had just closed the front door I really Wanted to open the box and see what was inside and what lay ahead, Having just handed over my house keys a fist full of cash and my mobile for a random cardboard box, I wondered what I was letting myself in for?
I was now under instructions to be up at 7AM, lock the house up when I left and pop the key back threw the letter box, I would not need any more than was in the box, which I was guessing included shoes owing to its size and the fact i had been quizzed before hand for my sizes.
As much as I wanted to open it I was going to be a good boi and wait till morning, it was getting on for 10 I was too excited to sleep so I sat at the pc to kill some time on line and play a bit of League of Legends, about 20 mins later the house phone rang, unusually for this time of night as one it was a bit late for anyone to ring and two no one rings the house phone, I only have it for the net connection.
I answered to find out it was my husband to be, who was on his, well I would say stag do but he was away for the week with 8 lesbians and 3 gay blokes don’t know if I would still call that a stag do?
Calling to wish me good luck and to tell me he loved me and to have a good time, I could hear the cackles of laughter in the back ground from the drunk female voices in the back ground, “sounds fun there too” I said sarcastically, “love you too” before he was dragged away and had to go.
I decided I was just better off and going to bed, Thou not before I checked my email. I logged in to see I had a new email from my mate who had just dropped off the box, “I dare you” the subject line read, I opened it knowing that this was not going to be good but was also understanding that this was the whole point of this long weekend.
“I know what you’re like, if your reading this before you go to bed tonight then, I dare you not to open the box till after you leave the house tomorrow morning, I want you to step out in your birthday suit lock the house up and then you can see what you’re going to be wearing.”
Bastard I thought but I was up for it, Let’s face it at that time of the morning it was unlikely any one was going to see me, and my front door is down the side of the house and I could easy go stand behind the wheelie bins.
I turned off the computer and went to bed to see if I could remember how to program the clock radio by the bed seeing as I had relied upon my mobile phone for so long.
The BUZZZ BUZZZZ of the now what seamed old fashion alarm went off waking me up at 7 AM as instructed, I out of my bed and head for a shower and a shave. After cleaning up I had to make a decision as I brushed my teeth was I going to leave my PA ring in or out, for that matter did I need to take my nipple rings out, all were quite thick. I like the way they shined on chest on top of all that black chest hair, I really am a hair fuckker.
Fuck it they can stay in, if we ended up playing paintball in the woods or something and I don’t feel like taking the chance of them getting ripped out I can take them out at the time.
This was the point I would normally get dressed but not to day, I double checked the back of the house was locked up, picked up my spare house keys and the box and… Looked out the window to see if anyone was in the street, seemed empty enough, a bit too early for anyone to be walking kids to school.
House alarm on box in hand and off I went, locked the dead bolt and shoved the keys threw the letter box without a 2nd thought, in for a penny in for a pound. Up until the point the keys hit the floor on the other side this had all felt like a game, it was fun, but then I had the horrible thought that the box was going to be empty and I was going to end up trying to wear it. What if it only had shoes in it?
I diced it was best to step of the step and went and stood behind the bin just in case and all that. 1st task which I had not even considered how to open the box, it was covered in brown parcel tape something I had not even considered up until this point, and of course I had just cut my nails.
A Quick bear foot run to the end of the path and back and I had what looked like a sharp’ish stone, no one about yet, thou i am sure i saw some curtain twitching, if they wanted to hide and watch that was fine be me, it was anyone wanting to take a more active spectating role that I was worried about.
I opened the box there was an envelope on the top but i could already see around it the box was a sea of pink, I could see the thought process at work already, he is gay let’s make him wear pink! I moved the note out of the way, i can read when I am dressed no need to stand her naked and read.
It was no better now I could see what was in the box, 1st a Pair of knee high football socks in pink with two white stripes at the top, i sat on the step and put them on it was cold on my arse, next was a pink vest with think white piping around the neck line and arm pits, I pulled it on over my head it was tight but apart from the colour it was not too bad. underneath that and pair of pink Y fronts again with white piping I was beginning to spot a pattern, but I pulled them so at least I was no longer naked, but they did not really leave much to the imagination, Lastly some pink and white running shoes plastic pink, that some chav might think was in style, you got for £20 from sports direct.
It was then that I got that feeling someone was watching me, and then someone cleared their throat, I looked round to see the post man, I went bright red “how long?” I asked, “let’s just say I thought it was best to let you get dressed 1st, locked out?” he asked, “Stagg do” I replied, “you would be surprised how often it happens, the locked out it is not so much Stagg do’s anymore.” He said with a knowing smile. He held out my mail and gestured towards me, so I went down and took it from him before running it back to my door, nothing interesting, and not much I could do with it so threw the letter box it went.
Back to the task at hand, box empty I at least looking like I sort of got locked out in my underwear it was time to open the envelope. Inside where two notes, one with what looked like directions the other read,
“Good lad, I knew we could count on you to take part, I hope all that standing round outside did not cause to much shrinkage, and bonus points if you came out naked (you might need them later).
Use the train ticket to go to the destination and then find the address, simple as that, you have an appointment that should take you a while, and we will pick you up latter. It’s all arranged, be there for 9, you need to get a move on.
I looked inside the envelope there was a train ticket, I took it out and had a look, the destination was on the other side of Liverpool, this was going to involve 2 maybe 3 trains, but two at least and walking threw a busy station in the centre of town at rush hour, grate.
I dumped the box in the bin, and his letter threw my letter box, being the centermental type I thought I would keep it for posterity. Down side it was a 20 min walk to the train station in New Brighton to get the 1st train, so off I went, I could not decided at 1st weather to run or not, I was off two minds whether or not if I ran it would make me look like a runner out for a jog or not, or just draw more attention, I could get half way there down back roads which were fairly quite at this time.
Walking down the quite side road and having some time to think about the situation, I was hard, this stuff had always turned me on, I was bit worried the tiny tightey pinkys where not going to contain my cock, but you could see the pulse in my dick if you looked close enough, I would just have to hope no one would…
It happened in flash, I only just cough site of her face as she drove past I was too busy lost in concentration, but I could see her mouth something and drive on, I guess that was the best reaction really at least i could count on most people to leave me alone at this time of morning.
Hitting the main road was not to bad a few cars beeped their horns and a few wolf whistles. Thou as the station came into sight I could see that so far that had been the easy bit the station was heaving the train was going to be packed, I hate thought about maybe skipping this one and getting the next but that would prob be worse, as trains only left every 30 mins from the station. Did I want to just get on with it and make out it was normal to go to work on a Thursday in just your underwear or bee the creepy guy hanging round a small town train station for 30 mins in his underwear.
The great thing about England is no one likes to make a fuss, so I just walked in with everyone else straight out on to the plate form with the crowd and jumped on the train. As there was one waiting, a bit full I had hoped to sit down so I was not going to be on display but no luck there, a few of the younger girls 18 to 20 whipped out there phones pretending to send or check texts, but you could tell they were taking photos of the wired guy on the train in his underwear. This just got me harder which was well visible by now, but it’s not like I was wearing jeans….
Thou I did notice that lots of people who had no choice but to stand next to me do their best not to come in to contact with, me more people got on as the train went round, but other than more seruptish photos it was nothing to write home about, thou now some of the younger guys where feeling brave enough to take a few shots.
We finally arrived at lime street, this was going to be the harder part, the underground where I Arrived is on the other side of the road from the main train station, was not to bad heading towards the ticket check for the exit after all the people on the train had already seen me, so no big deal this was new people and there was a crowed to hide among, until we got to the ticket inspection I got a strange look from the ticket guy as I went thru the turn style, My heart was racing a a bit at this point, mainly from the unknown…
I turned left out of the ticket office still under ground and used the little underground tunnel full of buskers and a like, to get to the main station on the other side of the street, The bit I was dreading was coming up, the escalator would put me on the opposite side of the station ticket hall and I had no idea where I was going next as it was not a destination I had been to before so would have no choice to ether stand in the middle of the ticket all and look like a little pink lost sheep while I figured it out or ask for help.
I tried to act natural, but how do act natural in your underwear surrounded by people on their morning commute in suits it’s not like I was going to blend in, I decide to see if I could make out form the train board where I was going, a got a few looks but most were to busy looking where they were going to notice, a Gang of student types who where sat with a bunch of bags, who looked like they where waiting to go on a trip got their phones out and took a few photos of me standing there looking at my ticket and the board, I knew I was going to end up on a load of facebook walls within the next 5 mins, but I could cope with that attention as long as it was from a far.
Then it happened I caught his eye, or more actually he caught my eye, and I just knew he was going to come over and start talking to me, its not like I could miss him, in his high Vis stab vest and his mate with the dog, not like coppers ever walk around alone.
“Something we can help you with sir?” Is the polite way the police ask what the fuck you are doing, I mumbled something about looking for my next train, quick as flash and he had the ticket out of my hand “let’s see if we can help you with that..” While he looked at my ticket I started to feel hot breath on my balls and the top of my legs only to look down to see the dog, doing what dogs do and paying grate interest in my dick. His mate taking the opportunity to be funny “don’t worried he’s not a sniffer dog, I don’t think we will have to search you, Not that there is much to search?” Code for and why are you dressed like this on this fine morning? I gave him and look and said “stagg do” he seemed placated by this response. Just in time for his helpful college to hand me my ticket back and suggest that I should find my train at platform two.
By this point my heart was racing away, and I just wanted the fuck out of there, its one thing to be out semi naked on your Stagg do and drunk, but it’s not like I had any Dutch courage at that time of the morning. I forged on to the ticket inspector and into the morning crush, they don’t have automatic gates, so everyone has to hold their ticket up so a guy in the little window can look at it and make sure its legit.
I forged passed him, he said platform two as well at this point I just wanted out of the station, so head down and keep going, hopped on the train and went looking for a corner to hide in, thou being the morning rush there was nowhere to stand and I ended up in the middle of the couch in the middle of the isle just standing there, more mobile phone photos followed, and the guy who was no at eye level with my crotch asked tentatively “stagg do?” I nodded. More mobile phone photos followed, you think people would learn they can turn off the fake shutter noise on their camera…
30 mins of being on display later we finally got to my destination, I jumped off the train wanting this bit to be over it was still fun but it was getting old. I discarded my one way ticket as it was not longer of any use.
I turned to my trusty directions, only 3 or 4 turns not too far, Did not take long to reach my destination, the addressee I had listed it in numbers so as not to give the game away, but all the 3 shops where named, I could tell It was not the sweat shop, or the barber shop to its left that was closed at this time of the morning and did not open till gone 12, so that only left, the tanning and waxing woman’s place which opened in 10 mins…
I found a pebbled dash bollard to sit on, it was cold and made me shiver but I felt less on display than standing up hanging round in the street pretty in pink. Now I got off on being used and abused, but well there was just no sexual element to this for me. Plus having to explain myself to random strangers was a pain in the arse, I am quite a private person, I would not say I was shy, but I don’t do small talk, or celeb gossip. I learnt long ago, if you don’t have anything to say don’t say anything, you only look like a fool, plus I found that others hated silence so will tell you anything just to fill the silence, it was the best way to get information about what was really going on at work and such.
I heard a female voice behind me say, “I am guessing you are my 9AM” I turned round to see your typical salon girl bright orange to much tan too much makeup, “I am guessing I am as well” I responded. “full body wax, that will take all morning, pre paid” she motioned me for here to follow her as she walked past me. It took a moment for it to register bastards I thought to myself. They were not going to let it go, one drunken night a few months earlier when they had joked about leaving me naked in the middle of nowhere on my upcoming stagg do, with much bravado, and the mind of kinkster. I had responded that as far as I was concerned I would only ever have one stagg do so anything goes and I did not care if I woke up but naked bic’ed from head to toe.
Now to be fair I had not expected to have to sit there while some one ripped my hair out with wax, only to get pissed pass out and wake up. But they guys took to this like a dog with a bone for a few weeks, but then let it drop I thought nothing more of it and more pressing matters like wedding arrangements came to mind.
I followed her she motioned for me to sit on the waiting room couch while she went round opening the shop up and turning on the lights and such. She eventually came back and pointed to my forearms and asked “you like that all over?” “Unfortunately” I responded. I am a hair guy, the hair on my arms goes all the way round and even the underside of my arms are full of hair, my fingers are hairy and my toes and well just hair all over. “Two jars it is then” obviously some comment on how much wax she was going to need.
She motioned for me to follow her and in to one of the side rooms, she handed me a plastic box and said “you may as well strip and put all your clothes in there, I am going to see it all any way. Hop on the bed and get comfy I will be in, in a min when the reception girl shows up” and handed me a towel, she left, I stripped bit nervous in my gut but also a huge boner. I had seen a few photos on the net of slaves shaved form head to toe and a collard and it got me hard I wanted it to happen to me, which is prob why I mentioned it in the 1st place to lads, thou I only expected them to end up shaving my eyebrows off.
Straight people often assume I am the “man” in my relationship I ride motor bikes hang out with the straight lads, drive a vintage defender 90 and am just very blokey, no one ever thinks I am gay and I always see the shock on their faces when I tell new people at work, mainly to stop them trying to set me up with the new girl, or their friend.
Hubby to be is smaller than me, camp as hell and a nurse, but the 1st time we meet at S&M bar I was down on my knee’s licking his boots in the loo and it was love at 1st sight he made a hot little skinhead.
I put the plastic box with my pink smalls on the metal rack by the door and went and sat on the bed and used the small towel to make a tent over my hard on. The thought of being hairless from the neck down was defiantly turning me on.
Next followed a good few hours of pain as she ripped every last hair off my body from the neck down, thou she did seem to be leaving my crotch for last. I think my arm pits hurt the most; I was sat there with just my crotch to go, when she said she was popping out for min and would be back, I guessed she was going the loo.
She walked out leaving the door open, which I thought was a bit strange. I tried to relax the best I could as I sat a starred at bin bag full to over flowing with wax strips covered in my thick black hair. My hard on long gone, now with all the pain of my hair being forcible removed.
I could hear male voices coming from down the corridor; I recognised them as the lads, “3rd on the left, thanks” I quickly adjusted the little cloth i had, not that it would make any difference. In burst 4 of the lads, I was trying to work out who it was when the flashes started.
“Fuck off” I shouted back at them realising I was soon going to regret where ever these photos ended up. “Calm down, you know a picture is worth a 1000 words and lasts a life time, memories and all that” Steve said, he was my best mate who had organized it all. As he turned off the camera and shoved it in to his back pocket, the other lads lined up behind him flanking him resting their arms on each other shoulders.
“Enjoying yourself?” he smirked, “O yes its wonderful weather we are having this time of year, thou I seam to have left my fair coat at home” as I rolled my eyes. The guys moved round the bed saying various cat calls about my legs and some fish nets. I ignored them.
Next thing I knew Steven was on top of me and the other lads where grabbing my legs I tried to struggle but the lads rolled me on to my belly and grabbed my arms behind my back, I soon felt the familiar feel of a pair of had cuffs being locked on my writs behind my back.
Once the guys had finished they got off me and let me up and turned myself over and sat up on the bed, My cock now standing proud and hard, well I had just been held down by four guys..
Steven turned and said to the other guys “Told you he would love it” the all smirked, he turned to me and said, “we just don’t want you blocking the cock shot” He turned his head and shouted out the door “ready” in a few seconds the woman who had been waxing me before came back.
I swung my legs back round on the bed rather awkwardly and the guys got out their cameras, “we wanted to make sure we did not miss a thing”, they were not going to with 4 point and shoot cameras filming me as the woman started to rip out my pubes. “Fuck Me!” A screamed as she ripped the 1st lot out, god that hurt, now I don’t know whether it was because it was my short and curly’s or I now had an expectant audience to entertain but god it hurt! The grins on their faces said it all they loved every second of it!
Over the next 5 or ten mins it seemed like longer, she preceded to rip out my pubs until i was hairless, this no completed my denuding from the neck down, of course all court on high def digital video for posterity.
The woman from the salon, having finished her work decided it was time to leave, “I will leave you boys to it, I will be outside should you need me” shutting the door behind her as she left. “smooth as baby’s bottom” Steven announced, the others all laughed Dave chimed in “We Know what you’re like, sure he loved every minute of it”
“Guys, can we not lose these now?” I said as motioned to my arms cuffed behind me. Steven looked over to the others “Who’s go the box?” before he turned back to me “We have got you a little present from James, he wants you to wear it from now until the wedding day” The box was passed forward, “It’s from Germany apparently custom designed and made just for you.” He opened it and started to remove the contents, the 1st thing out was an envelope, addressed with a stamp I did not get to see where, but it confused the fuck out of me. “We will save that for the end” He announced to himself and no one in particular.
As he removed the parts I quickly guess what it was, all silver and shiny a chastity tube. By the looks of it a Steelheart 2 from steelworxx, He pulled out some rubber gloves, “No offence mate, but quite frankly if it was not your stagg do don’t think he would be playing with your balls.” He said as he pulled the gloves on. I looked back at him with the most understanding look I could give, busy at this point trying not to get a hard on and make this any worse than it was going to be, “none Taken”
It was then that I notice the guys started filming again, was everything going to recorded this weekend? He picked up the ring and took another item out of the box and proceeded to lube the inside of it, He stepped over to me and proceeded to man handle my cock and balls threw the small ring, all the time with me keeping my mind on anything other than sex this was not the time to be getting hard.
“god how big are your balls” He let out while trying to push them threw the small ring, I would not say there where huge, 6cm along from back to front and 3cm wide.
With much prodding and pushing he managed to get them through the ring in the end, and pushed my cock threw after them, god it was tight.
He seemed to pick up his pace as if sensing what was to happen, he picked up what looked like a bit of wire, but i soon realised as he threaded it threw my P.A that it was an anti pullout device he pushed the two hoops at either end, over the prong, while he grabbed the steel tube, mating the two together, quickly locking the two parts together, it had been made using one of their integrated locks rather than the standard padlock. With a Twist of the key it was done.
“I am sure that will keep you honest till your big day, and maybe beyond” He said with a wink, before grabbing my now locked up cock and showing it for the cameras. I said “But that is like 6 months away” after I had cleared my throat which was now rather dry, while my man hood tried get hard in its new cage. I had planned to have my stagg do well in advance, so there was no chance that no matter what happened it was going to interfere with the big day, that and the fact we were getting married abroad and it was easy to have the stagg do spaced out and in the uk.
Hi ripped off the rubber gloves and put them in the bin, “An now for the best bit, before you start begging for the key” A thought which i had yet to have, still getting over the being cock locked on film. Steven picked up the envelope and placed the key inside it before selling it up. He held it up in front of me teasingly “off to the post box we go!” before turning to Dave “Dave lad will you do the honours, it’s getting on we have a 2nd appointment to make”
Now at this point i was expecting him to grab the envelope and run out and post it, instead he reached inside his pocket and pulled out dog lead with a snap clip on the end, I looked at him quizzically this was not proceeding as I had guessed. He walked over to me and grabbed my chastity cage and attached the lead to the end of it.
“Walkies he said” as he turned and started pulling me along behind him as he headed out, with Steven leading the way. “Guys”, “guys, what’s going on? Where are we going? I cannot go out like this? Come guys? “Steven turned “Trust us, you will love it, plus where not going far” I had no choice but to follow along as I was lead my dick towards the exit of the shop. The other lads in tow, filming it all.
The girls behind the counter waved as we walked out; “have fun boys” as I was dragged thru the foyer. Once outside I was proper shitting myself, this was well outside of my comfort zone. We took a few steps outside and stopped, the area was quite but not that quite a few people where walking by and starting to star. Steven ran over to the post box, and one of the two camera men followed him to get a close up of the moment he poped the key into the box, while the other lad moved in to get a close up of my forlorn face, I was resigned to not seeing that key again till after the stag do at least if not longer.
In an instant it was gone, and we were moving to our next destinitation, I jumped as car horn sounded as a lad in went by in his focus, obviously enjoying my nudity on the streets. At last my mates took this to signal we were on the street to long, even they not wanting to much attention, As “Stagg Doo!” was shouted back at the lad as he put his thumbs up.
We walked as far as next door the male barbers next door to the beauty parlour, “Now that was not to bad was it?” Dave said as he turned to me as we walked in the door, “No it was not” was all I could muster just being happy we off the street, even if that only meant we were in the glass window of a shop, visible still to people passing.
Rich who had been film up to this point, pushed to the front, and reach out his hand to shake hands with the barber, “All right lad” “long time no see”, pleasantries where exchanged apparently he knew the Asian looking barber lad. A char was swung round and I was motioned to sit in it, as I walked past the barber he comment “done a number on you lad” I replied yep is a “laugh a minute with his lot”.
I sat in the chair hands still cuffed behind my back and the lead attached to my chastity tube dragging along the floor. He proceeded to rap the hair cutting cape around me I at least felt covered up.
“So what are we doing lads, a perm short back and sides? Extensions?” these where all clearly jokes which my mates where happy to guff at, seeing as I regally shaved my head down to a number 1 or 2. Rich Chimed in “No mate, that sounds like far too much work, thou I think his hair is a bit long think it’s getting in his eyes a bit needs just a quick trim.” “Did someone say something? Whose that, I cannot, see any , must be all this hair in my eyes” I thought it was better to join in at this point keep them sweet it was obvious where this was going.
The barber lad announced “better get started then”, he went off in to the back and proceed to come back with a wheelie trolley full of hot steaming towels and a bowl of hot water. He proceeded to start preparing my head, to be shaved, while asking the lads what they had planned for the weekend, none of them wanting to give too much away.
It took about 10 mins to shave my head, he did the whole thing with the mirror for me to see the back, the lads loved it, till Steven the ring lead chimed in that he had missed a bit, the Barbour said “where there is not hair on that?” Steven responded by asking him for the shaving cream and razor, which he provided, and I thought it was strange, being far too slow to realise what was coming next.
My chair was spun round to face the lads and provide better access, and the camera guys moved into position, he reached over and started to spread shaving cream over my eyebrows, “you better keep still I am no where as skilled as he is with this” he motioned waving the straight razor in front of me.
I sat nodded and sat very still, while in 3 or 4 quick motions he shaved off my eye brows, with that I was now complete hair less but naked with hands cuffed behind my back, and my cock was rock hard in its little prison, I was loving every second of it, I really am a big perv at hart and the lads knew me well, perhaps to well…
With my shaving complete it was time to leave, the lads paid up and they helped me out of the seat and lead me on the lead out of the shop calling me a slap head and slapping my now bald head to make their point. As we stepped outside I could see the Richie’s car parked on the other side of the road. I could not wait to get off the street and into the relative safety of the car, out of sight out of mind.
What happened next is still a bit of a blur and I prob want it to stay that way, as we were leaving the barber on our way out our path crossed with some scaly lad with a pit bull on a huge chain. He thought my situation was hilarious now at this point I was trying to stay in the background, and not draw any more attention to myself. Now personally at this point I would have said stag do and parted ways instead my mates spent the next 5 mins stalking to this lad as I shifted from foot to foot, wanting for the ground to open up and swallow me whole and just get the fuck out of here.
Instead and I still don’t know how it ended up happening, probley because I was doing my best not to pay any attention to this lad in hopes he would go the fuck away. I remember him saying “can we get him on his knees” and some “come on lad its only one photo” while a hand pushed me down on to my knees and my lead was handed over to lad, while one of my mates fiddled with his phone to take a photo.
Now I don’t know what his photo shows as I never got to see it as I was too busy keeping my head down trying to ensure some random lad I had never met before did end up with a photo of me where you could tell who the fuck I was.
But one of the lads also took a photo, showing me on my knees naked shaved, with my hands behind my back, on lead from my locked up cock. And this lad with a shit eating grin on his face and just the faintest out line of hard on in his tack suit bottoms, and in his other hand the lead to his dog faithful sat at his feet. So now I have to spending the rest of my life wondering where the fuck that photo ends up and just how recognisable I am.
Luckily this ended our interaction with random lad, and we crossed over to the car and they opened it up and started to get in, before we got in they took the lead off and spun me round and undid the cuffs, to my relief finally I was at least going to be hide the cage if not much else. Before I could turn round while I was rubbing my wrists I heard the car door shoot and the central locking on the car lock all the doors.
I turned round to a semi open window and a camera in the back while Steven sat in the front laugh his head off. I gave him my best what the fuck now face, and showed my disappointment that his was not over, “No naked passengers on the seats” while he wagged his finger at me. “Do you want some clothes?” “Yes” was my sarcastic response, “Then you need to earn them, I think 20 star jumps” before he turned round to high five the other lads. At this point I wanted of the street so just started doing them, the steel chastity belt bouncing up and down as I jumped, and some random people in the street stopped to watch.
When I was done I saw him reach into a bag and a lump of fabric was flung out the window, I picked it up to discover it was one white slipper, but designed to look like a giant white baby bootie. I put it on and then stood there and put my hands on my hips and gave him a look that said what now?
“Round the car 5 times.” He shouted at me, so i ran round the car 5 times at least I could cover my locked up dick with my hands. Out came the other Slipper, now at this point I had been naked outside for quite some time we were getting a bit of attention. “I could see him way it up in his mind, “you can have the next one for free” before he flung out a giant nappy. I picked it up and could see where this is going, i spent about 60 seconds struggling to put it on while standing up, before he shouted out the window to lie down and do it like a little kid.
I gave up and laid the nappy out and laid down on it and pulled the tabs around the side, I had never been so happy to be wearing a nappy. Ofc all of this was still on film. “come here” he shouted out the window while motioning me towards him, he healed out his hand as if he was going to drop something into mine, I put my hand under his and he dropped out a pound coin. “Mars bar” and he pointed towards the sweet shop.
I shook my head and turned round and walked over to the sweet shop, I stored on in avoiding the onlookers eyes and stairs, crabbed a mars bar and took it to the counter, the guy gave me a quizzical look, he had obviously seen some of what had happened from his shop window, I just looked at him and said “I am getting married, it’s my stagg do” which got me a knowing look back, I waved the mars bar at him wanting to get out of there he told me it was 69p I just gave him the quid and told him to keep the change.
I ran back over to the car, Steven held out his hand and i passed it to him, he opened it up and put the rapper in his car door. “Turn round” I looked at him wounding what he wanted me to turn for and turned, “now hold still you, you can keep this in till we tell you otherwise.” He said as he pulled the back of nappy away from my body and dropped the mars bar in.
I turned round to show him the look of disgust on my face, knowing the whole point of the mars bar was to melt and make it look like I had shit the nappy. He handed me a bib to continue with my infantilization, I took it off him and pulled it over my head it was a giant towelling type with a stretchy baby blue colour and baby blue piping round the edge, with daddies boy printed on it.
Steven turned to others “think we should take it easy on him?” Dave responded “well if we don’t leave soon we will never get there! I want a pint lad lets hurry this up.” “Fair enough lad” Steven responded, here reached into the bag and passed me out a small blue hat with two knots in the top of it, I pulled it on. He already had the next item a large dummy hanging on a blue thread which he handed me a put it on over my head a put it in my mouth and sucked on nosily, the lads laugh “suits you lad, suits you” Steven tautened.
“give us your paw” I put my hand into the car window, and felt him pull something over my hand and then tie it place “other one” I pulled my right hand out and pushed my left hand in to see my right hand now wearing a blue mitten a large version of what a baby would where with just a thumb like a boxing glove, it was soon joined by its partner on my left hand.
I head the doors unlocked to shouts of get in from inside the car, I ran round the other side of the car an fumbled with the door handle with my now mittened hands, none of the lads seemed to want to open the doors for me, Rich got out of the car and motioned for me to sit in the middle seat between the two lads in the back, this was slightly raised and put me on show, But at least I was in the car and no longer on show to anyone who happened to be passing.
As we pulled off Dave leaned in to a bag between his feet and started pulling out bottles bear and handing them round, to lads in the back, then he pulled one out and joking held it for Steven who was driving, before pulling it and way and opening it for himself. He reached in again and pulled something out keeping it close to his chest so I could not see what it was, before turning round, and thrusting it out to towards me, “don’t worry lad we did not leave you out” In his hand was a over sized baby bottle. I reached out and took it from him, spitting my dummy out and sucking it down; to my relief it was pear cider, ofc out came a camera to take a photo of me, i did a few posse sucking on it.
I had drank my bottle before we got out of the city and to the motor way, I put the bottle down, rich to my side noticed and “Dummy in we don’t want you crying later” I gave him a snide look and picked the thing up from hanging round my neck. I was definitely feeling a lot more relaxed with a drink in me, and it was not long before I fell asleep.
“I think he has it smells like it, we better pull over at the next one” I heard as I slumbered but I did not want to wake up I was still so sleepy. It was not long before I was being woke with prods and told to wake up. It took me a few minutes to wake up and orientate myself, by the looks of it we had stopped in a services from the cars park around us and the welcome brake sign in the back ground.
Rich grabbed my hand and started pulling me out the car “where dying for a piss lad come on.” I was still half sleep as I was dragged out the car and along the carpark towards the services, to asleep to notice the looks I was getting dressed as a baby. We went straight for the loo’s as we passed the disabled loo rich told me to “stand there and wait you’ve already been” Now this confused the fuck out of me, I had only just woke up how had I been, but as I woke up more, I could smell it the unmistakable smell of piss, I had fucking pissed myself in my sleep. Now I had to stand there outside the main entrance to all the loos stinking of piss while everyone walked by, why the fuck did they drag me in here if they knew i had pissed myself and why make me stand outside?
Inside the loos Steven and Dave where stood next to each other cock in hand at the urinal, Steven turned to Dave “That little cocktail worked a treat”, “You going to tell him?” Dave asked, “No lad he will just think he pissed himself in his sleep, beside I don’t want him knowing where we are going, give him another one when we get back in the car, he will sleep like a baby” Steven responded “Your mean” Dave responded before he burst out laughing. They finished up and meet Rich at the sinks, giving him a nod “You still up for this?” Steven enquired, “Sure am lad, looking forward to it” He responded with a wink.
The lads finally reappeared, it felt like they had been in there forever, I sometimes wonder how straight lads can spend so much time in the loo chatting to each other, I have not spent that much time talking to a lad who I have blown before now. Rich motioned me to follow him, as he walked over to the disabled look door, I followed and he opened it and we went in, god knows what anyone who was watching thought, but I had long since give up looking at people just hoping they would not notice the 6 foot tall baby stinking of piss.
“Well we are not getting a baby changing mat big enough for you so the floor will have to do” rich said as he pointed to the floor, “I am sure i can change my own nappy” I responded “not with them mittens on you cannot and they are not coming off” He responded.
I look at him despondently and gave up and lay down on the floor, “not that way this way” he motioned me to lay down another way, he stood over me and straddled me, “hands above your head, come on get with it!” I did as he said not understanding why, exposing my now hair less arm pits. He leaned over and wiped something out of his back pocket. Before I knew it head had my hands cuffed around the disabled handrail next to the loo that extended to the floor.
“That’s better, now you won’t be able to play with yourself” He said, not that it really mattered He whipped out his mobile phone and took a photo of me stretched out on the floor of the loo. He bent over and undid the two tabs either side of my nappy. He kicked my feet apart and then opened the top of my nappy and let it flop on the floor between my legs, “God lad that stinks at your age you think you would be able to hold your drink.” He said derisory, and bit to derisory for my liking, I wondered where this was going, Out came the phone again to photo me, naked on the floor dressed as a baby, shaved and cocklocked, with a piss filled nappy, With a large pile of melted chocolate that also made it looked like I had shit myself….
What happened next was a little surprising, he undid the buttons on his jeans and got his dick out, which was rock hard and he started jacking himself off, this confused the fuck out me cos he was meant to be straight, I did not really think it was the time or the place to say anything at this point, He just stared at me straight in the eyes, and jacked off this must of gone on for 5 or ten minutes, I could tell he was close, he was leaking, then he spoke “You have two options i can come on you and you can smell of spunk all day or you can swallow, don’t speak it if you want it in you spit that out and open up otherwise its going over” he said in a commanding tone, of which I had not heard him speak in before.
I spat out the dummy and opened my moth, I did not want to be stinking of spunk already, it was bad enough I had been walking round stinking of piss. As he grew closer to coming he got down on his knees over my chest, a last furious flurry of strokes and he leant forward bracing himself on the wall and shoving the head of his engorged cock into my mouth shooting his load down my throat. I did not swallow I kept it there in my throat I did not know why at the time it just seemed the right thing to do, he carried on squishing his flaccid cock pushing the last of his spunk out of the head of his prick and into my waiting mouth. When he was finished, he picked up my dummy and plonked it back in my waiting mouth, “You such a good daddy’s boy” he said in mock baby language, “You know I always need a piss after I cum.” He said and he started to turn round in place on my chest and moved down towards my crotch, He proceeded to let lose his street of post orgasmic piss over my locked cock, and down my arse crack into the open nappy.
After finishing his piss he stood up and zipped his jeans back up. “I suppose we better clean you up” He said, he leaned over and rolled the part of the nappy open between my lags as he rolled it slightly in his hand to form a handle and tugged “hips” he said I lifted up so he could pull the nappy out from underneath me. The cold floor of the toilet more noticeable now in comparison to the warm nappy that had once caressed my behind. He rolled it up, with his fresh piss still on the surface being absorbed. He walked over and put it in to the bin next to the disabled loo. He grabbed some paper towels and used them to dry me off a bit from his wet piss; He reached under the back of his T-shirt and pulled out a clean nappy out of his waist band.
My replacement nappy, was not like the last, which was just a plain old white nappy, the replacement was far more embellished, with frilly edges and a pink pony’s on it, but at this point I was not going to question anything, in fact I had yet to swallow his spunk it just sat in my throat coating the dummy which intruded into my oral cavity. I guess I had fallen in to pup mode, waiting for permission to swallow. He finished up fitting my new nappy, and uncuffed me and told me to stand.
He pushed me towards the door and patted my bottom, “Swallow” he commanded, He reached around me and opened the door and we walked out. I was still not quite sure why that whole scene had just happened, but I knew the rules, one was not to ask question or mention it again. Even though my mind was still racing, this was new ground; they were not the sort of guys to be interested in man on man.
We got a few stairs coming out of the disabled loo together, especial from one particular old man, and at any other time I prob would have pissed myself laugh at what happened next, “Kids they grow up so fast these days, but all that junk food they eat, the baby changing table’s just are not up to it any more” Rich said to the old man, as we passed the look on his face was priceless and don’t think he knew what to say.
We went off in to the services to find the others, thou progress was slow, with the people taking photos of me and groups of lads wanting photos, and explaining about the stag do, but leaving huge bits out like my locked up cock. Rich disappeared at one point and I had started to worry I was going to be left in the services on my own, but he reappeared, he had found the lads in the restaurant eating, and it was a good excuse to get me away from the lads I was stuck talking to with all their question, like did it hurt saving my eye brows off? No one talks to any one in England each to their own, but leave the house in dressed like a baby and you must be approachable and everyone wants to ask questions.
We found Dave and Steve eating “god you two took your sweat time!” commented Steve as we sat down, before I could respond, rich replied for us “he is a bleeding celebrity dressed like that he keeps getting stopped for pictures” as he rolled his eyes. “ Rich stood up “right i am staving going to get some food” Steve told him “just grab something quick I want to crack on and get there so I can start drinking. “ He said with a cheeky grin. The other two just want back to eating I had no idea what time it was, where we were, or even where we were going. Going to get food was not an option seeing as I did not have any cash, never mind any pockets to put cash in, or even the ability to open my wallet with these mits on.
Rich returned with a baguette and tossed me a mars bar, but I was too busy in my own thoughts to notice until it was too late and tumbled it sending it on the ground. “Butter fingers” Dave chimed in, I raised up my mittened hand and would have given him the finger if I could separate one out. I fumbled with the bar between my feet and managed to get it off the ground. I spat my dummy out, why they kept insisting I sucked on it I don’t know, other than it made me look like a big kid. I fumbled around with the mars bar but there was no way I could get it open. Steven seeing my problem, motioned for me to give it to him, he opened the bar, “I better test the temperature of this would not want baby to burn himself” he announced before taking a bit out of the top of it. “Come on I am staving I have not eaten anything” He took the rest of the bar out of the rapper and handed it to me and I wolfed it down.
I must have eaten it too fast, as I let out a huge burp, the lads looked up, Dave looked over to Steven, “Sounds like someone needs burping lad” Steve turned to me “O is that right diadems needs his back rubbing” and started to pat his knee, I took the hint and got up and sat on his lap and put my arms around him so I was sitting on his lap with my lags either side of him. I leant in to him and put my head over his shoulder and he started rub my back. I swallowed some air so I could force a burp out down his ear, “good boy, Whose a good boy” I just sat there, “come on get off me you fat fuck, I can not feel my lags anymore!” I laughed at him and got off his knee. The others had finished eating so we all got up and head back out to the car.
We got waylaid on the way back by a bunch of bikers, in the car park, Steven stopped and chatted with them and Dave and the other two carried on to the car, 5 mins of chit chat followed about what a weekend I must have in store if it was only just beginning and I was already shaved. The lad’s where nice enough and I ride myself so we talked about bikes and I ended up posing for photos, on the back of one of the lads bike’s holding on to the back of him and a group shot with all the lads.
By the time we got back to the car the other 3 lads had bottles open and had started drinking in the car, I had to squeeze back in between them on the back seat, and Steve drove us off, on our way again, Dave handed me the giant baby bottle “refilled it for you lad, while you felt up them lads in leather I know you kink fucks like your men in leather” I told him to “fuck off” as I took the bottle of him and started to suck its cider contents down. I don’t even think I got threw half of it before I fell asleep again…
When I woke up I could feel a cold draft, I was sprawled out over the back seat of the car on my own it was stopped. I looked around the door by my feet was open and Dave was standing in it “come on sleepy head where off the pub” I rubbed my eyes and yawned waking up, “how long was I out?2 I asked “A Few hours lad we already been up to the room and changed and dropped the bags off, we let you sleep and now it’s time to drink” I moved over and claimed out the car I could see the other lads stood as group “come on, let’s go” they shouted over, I felt a dribble down my leg, and looked down, I had pissed myself again in my sleep must have been a lot as it was starting to show.
Dave noticed, He shouted over to the lads “He is going to need a fresh one, Will meet you there” the lads nodded back and just turned and walked off, Dave shut the car door behind me “come on lets go up to the room and get you a fresh nappy, Cannot go out like that. “Thanks” I responded and I followed him as he turned and head inside the hotel. I looked up at the name above the door, It read Berties Thou I could not work out if it was a hotel or a club, it looked more like a club sign than a hotel as well as having double entrance.
The place was in a barren state inside a bunch of couches and a small reception desk by the stairs, thou they only looked as wide as normal house stairs up to the rooms, the receptionist barley batted an eye lid as we walked past, and up the narrow stair case and the top of the 1st flight was an open area with pool table a vending machine and a few couches, we walked on past down a corridor until we came to the room.
Dave opened the door, and let me go in 1st, inside the room where 4 wooden bunk beds down a little corridor and if you turned back there was a small on-sweet shower room and loo. Dave shout the door to the room behind him, “Turn and face the wall hands behind your back, we don’t we you seeing anything you should not and spoiling any surprises now do we. I did as he asked and faced the wall back the way we had came in between the tiny corridor and the bathroom door.
I could hear him rummage around in a bag he had pulled out from under one of the bunk beds, I felt him walk up behind me, he grabbed my wrists and cuffed them behind me, he used his body wait to press me against the wall and leaned in over my shoulder, and spoke in to my ear “I don’t want to hear a word out of you” I guess that this nappy change was going to go like the last, not that I could have changed it myself with the mittens on.
He proceeded to take my hat off and my slippers and the dummy and the bib till I was stood just in the mittens handcuffs and very full nappy, he gripped my shoulder and guided me in to the shower, where he proceeded to shove the head of the shower down the front of my nappy. He then turned it on the water was freezing, my balls tried to retreat into my body only stopped by the cage containing my cock, and my dick would have also sounded the retreat except it was tethered to the end of the cage, ice cold water and piss cascaded out of the leg wholes of the nappy and down my l legs I started to shiver, I started moaning with the cold and received a slap to the back of my head, “not a word, or a sound” David said sternly.
The nappy now over flowing fell to the floor David picked up the shower head before it could go spraying all over the place and kept its spray upon my encased disk, “bend your legs and move your hands away from your body”, I did as I was told, he moved the shower head so it was now spraying my arse, I was straining to keep my hands away from my back so as not to wet the mittens I was wearing. He kept moving the shower head around my privates cleaning the pee from my body.
When he was done, he turned the shower off and left me standing there, shivering in the shower while I drip dried, before eventual ordering me out of the shower to step on to the bath mat and dry my feet, “come over here and lay across my nee we need to warm you up little boi” I did as I was told and went over to him, at any other time this would have been a scene but on my stagg do I was still not sure where any of this was going, we where well out of my usual kinks with hubby pup play being more our thing.
He had opened his legs and spread them he had me over one of his legs and pushed me head down till it was resting on the floor and my cock was up against his thigh, he took hold of the hand cuffs using them to pull my arms away from body and moved his other leg to trap me where I was and ensure that my legs where under his free leg and under his control. My shoulders now begin to hurt from strain placed upon them by the position I was in and my head from resting on it with most of my weight.
He then started to rub my but cheeks with his free hand slapping them lightly, exploring them. What started off as light playful slaps soon began to heavy and harder, slowly building up, my forehead began to go numb from taking my weight on the floor, and my shoulders where starting to hurt from having my restrained arms pulled away from my body.
He started alternating between my cheeks steadily getting harder with each smack, and my sensitivity increasing with every assault. It was not long before i was being to squirm in place, he soon grew tired of this, “keep still boi if you know what’s good for you” He announced in a menacing town, without missing a beat. My breathing was becoming heave but i stopped wriggling in his lap. But his assault continued I don’t know how long he kept it up for it just seemed to go on forever, I don’t know how his hand was taking it.
All of a sudden I could tell something had changed his breathing quickened and his controlled spanking of my cheeks quickened and become more intense. He began to rain down blows upon my saw and red bottom, it was no so intense I could not help but move about and squirm under his assault, and I began to moan as the pain in my arse being to go over what I was willing to tolerate, or my body was.
Then I felt him tense up and he stopped spanking me and let his hand rest upon my arse, Had he just cum from spanking me, I was pretty sure he did not have his dick out, not with one hand holding my cuffed hands and the other spanking me, after a minute to compose himself he let go of my cuffed hands he unbent his leg I was over and I slid down to the ground, until I was laying on my belly on the floor panting from the intensity of the spanking. Not that there was anything I could do with my cock locked and my hands cuffed and mitted.
He stepped over my body on the floor and walked over to the bath room, and shut the door behind him, now I knew he had cum from spanking me it would appear I was not the only kinky one. After a few minutes he came out, I turned to look at him; there was no sign of a stain on his trousers. He reached down and grabbed me bar the arm to help me up without saying a word.
He rummaged around digging out a fresh nappy for me to wear laying it down on the bed, directing me to lay down upon it, before rapping it around me, in silence. I just wished he would say something at this point the silence was killing me. He used my arm again to guide me off the bed before putting my baby boots back on and my bib and the rest of my outfit. Once I was redressed, he moved around behind me and uncuffed me.
He walked past me and opened the door, “come on lad lets go get pissed the lads are waiting” while he motioned me out of the door, god this was wired where we just going to pretend this never happened? We left the room to go to the pub and meet the lads with my new dry nappy chaffing my very red cheeks.
We rejoined the group in the pub where by now they had been drinking for an hour or so at least. The rest of the night was Fairley standard after that, drinking shots, A very awkward meal, have you tried holding a knife and fork with mittens on while drunk? I had to suffer the ignominy of having my dinner cut up for me at one point. The only saving grace was that Newquay was stagg do central so I was not the only guy dressed like a prat, if anything there where whole group’s dressed up. A bunch of guys in cycle gear, a group dressed as the A team, with a blacked up Mr T. The only attention I got was when people looked close enough to realise I had no eye brows, and then realised I had no hair at all, But being drunk they were easy to fend off.
By far the hardest part of the evening was having a piss, the more you drink the more you piss, and I had to resist the urge to piss myself for convinces sake, but wearing my chastity cage meant I needed a cubicle to sit in well hover over, let’s face it by 10 every loo seat in the men’s is covered in piss or missing. Needing somewhere to pull my nappy down carefully, as it was sealed on with sticky tabs and was not designed to go up and down, as often as was needed.
Around 3Am we had headed back to the hotel Berties, only this time we used our free entry as “hotel” guest’s to get into the club below. This was open till 6Am, I don’t know how any of us where still standing at this point but around 4Am While I was standing at the bar with the lads waiting for a tray of shots Steven ordered a bottle of water as well, at which point we promptly took the piss out of him, for ordering water. As he leaned over me propped up on the bar to keep myself up right he said “it’s not for me, it’s for you lad.”
I brushed him off telling him I did not need water I was doing fine. Needing to preserve what little dignity I had left. He did not respond, I did not notice at 1st because I was so wasted but i felt the cold water around my balls 1st and that’s when I realised he had pulled the waist band of the nappy back and upended the bottle in to it. I jumped out of my skin it was straight out of the fridge and was freezing cold! “You bastard!” I yelled at him. All the lads burst out laughing along with a few on lookers who had been watching what happened, I am pretty sure it was even all on video, sure I saw one of the lads with his phone out and a few of the on lookers.
I did not have long to concentrate on my wet cold balls as they retreated back in to my body, as my dick shrank down, as far as it could until my P.A piercing stopped it attached to the end of the cage. Anti pull out also means anti shrink. Multiple shots where then thrust in my direction which I quickly down one after each other, Burning me as they went down, I swear I am never doing aftershock again….
We stayed in the club till around 530 when it started thinning out, I don’t remember when, but after the bottle of water I just started pissing myself, people had started to notice the smell, we were nowhere near the gents but I definitely stunk of urine. My nappy swelling with its load, to the point where drunk guys where now patting my but to see how full it was, I remember getting questions about dare’s and remember just agreeing to whatever strangers said, and some how ending up posing for photos with some random lads sitting on this lads nee, sucking his nipple as if he was mothering me, and some more with this random group feeing the weight of my nappy.
I remember the lads tell me where leaving after this and a quick but epic quest for food at 5:30 in the morning but there was no pizza or Donna kebab in sight, so we went to the hotel with empty stomachs and defeat in our hearts, I told you it was epic…
We somehow made it back to the room; the guys had made it to the room ahead of me and I was to wasted to act on my own, so It was not till there was too of us left and one bed that I finally released there were not enough beds for us all. Richey and I were standing there, when I asked “ok why don’t we have another bed?” “You’re down the hall lad, but let’s get that stuff of you 1st.” “Ok” I mumbled in response. He began to take all the baby cloths off me, till I was stood in just my nappy, he walked over to the window and opened it, then back over to me before he took of the nappy and proceed to fling it out the window and on to the hotels flat roof.
He bent over a quickly shoved something in to his pocket, and grabbed me and directed me down the hall naked, I was not really paying attention where we were going, but we ended up in a bath room, it stunk guys had pissed all over it and it wreaked of piss and shit, and I immediately started to throw up into the loo, from the smell. While I was on my knees talking to god, on the porcelain telephone, I felt something on my back but could not quite tell what, but knew rich was leaning on me with his arm in some way and he was moving it, I guessed he was just rubbing my back while I threw up. He grabbed my wrist, and I felt the cuff go around it and then I hared as it hit the hand rail, then it dawned upon me, this was the disabled loo at the end of the hall and he had just cuffed me to the hand rail.
He fiddled with the cuff, but I could do nothing to stop him as I started to spew in to the loo. I am guessing he was double locking the cuff so it would not go any tighter, He dropped something on the floor, turned out the light “Night, Night, make sure the bed bugs don’t bight, thou I think rats might be more of a problem in this place” he shut the door and went to bed. I was alone in the dark naked, shaved, cock locked, on a cold wet floor, stinking of piss as I had not been cleaned since the nappy was removed, throwing up in the dark.
I woke up with a start as I heard the door shut, ruff as fuck, and threw up again I desperate needed a drink my mouth tasted like I had been liking the carpet all night long, I need to do my teeth. I got up off the floor and tried to reach the sink, but cuffed as i was i could not get close enough to it, I could just about reach it with my finger tips and managed to turn on the cold tap and put my hand under it and ferry water to my parched mouth.
Still blurred eye’ed as they started to come back in to focus, I noticed the black marks upon my arm was writing or pictures I could not tell, and god it was bright, what the fuck had happened last night? I sat on the loo awkwardly with my arm across me and had shit and a piss while i tried to work out where I was and what had happened. Looking at my arm, I could see it was covered in drawings of cocks and swear words, and on my other cuffed arm someone had even written “I am a piss head, with a shaved head”. Then I saw what Rich had dropped on the floor a black marker pen, they had planned this out, leave me unconscious in the loo naked with the pen and let nature take its course.
I stood up looking round for the mirror that’s when saw my face covered in cocks ejaculating in to my mouth, fake eye brows drawn on in my place of my own, someone had even drawn a fake collar round my neck with the word’s piss slave in it. I turned around to try and get a view of my back in the mirror I could just about make out the word fag on the back of my head in big letters, and the word Stagg in the middle of my back which is what Rich must have been doing on my back.
How long had I been out for? For people to do all of this to me? How many people had done this, or had one person sat there all day drawing on me, with the door shut in my windowless prison I could not tell when it was but I was guessing it was going to be late in the afternoon? I had no idea??? God had people photographed all this? Was I going to end up all over the internet?
I sat there with no idea what the fuck to do, only hoping the lads would wake up at some point and come get me, I could not reach the loo door on the other side of the room so I had no way to lock the door and keep people out. As it was, it was not to long before the door burst open, as a woman with a mop bucket backed in to the room with ear phones on with some music blurring. She was in the room and the door shut before I could get her attention, she screamed and jumped back and started speaking, in polish, great all I needed, not only was it housekeeping but she did not speak English and there was prob no way to explain to her what a stagg do was, I just had to hope she was not going to freak out and call the police on me.
Needless to say she ran out of the room as I stood there one had cuffed to the loo and one cupping my dick drying to hide my cage. No that it mattered being naked and covered in cocks. Eventually I heard someone walking along the corridor and a man’s voice “Is any one in there?” “Yes mate” seemed the best response, “Are you all right?” Am I all right, pull the other one!, “yes mate I am fine, just a slight snag.” The hesitant voice came back not knowing how to responded, I can see it now she ran down stairs to reception and told them there is naked man in the loo. “The cleaner said there was naked man in there?” “Yes mate, I am hand cuffed to the loo.” Hay honesty is the best policy, he was silent for a little bit you could tell he was wondering what to do next, “Can I come in?” “Sure” why not every other fucker had seen me naked why not one more?
The door opened and in came this 6foot 5” tall gorilla proper skinhead bouncer type looked more like he belonged on the doors than the reception desk. He burst out laughing, “Sorry lad they have done a number on you, haven’t they?” “Yes mate, don’t suppose you got any keys?” I said tugging the cuffs. He reached into his pocket, only instead of pulling out keys he pulled out his phone and started taking photos of me; I sat there waiting for this to be over.
He placed his phone away, “What room are you in?” I tried to remember the number and told him, “will see what I can do, think we have some down stairs from last time.” “thanks “ I responded, I was again sat alone in the look, he reappeared after a few minutes with some hand cuff keys and undid the cuff of the look, but left it attached to my wrist. I went to stand up but was a bit weak after the previous night’s events and sleeping on a loo floor all night.
He helped me up to my feet, but with one quick action twisted me round and up against the wall, and cuffed my hands behind my back “Come off it mate I just want to go to bed” I said. He turned me round to face him, “one good turn deserver another lad, know would you prefer to pay me back for helping you out, or do I ring up the police and tell them we found a naked pervert running round the hotel exposing himself to the cleaners, boy?” As he reached down and took hold of my locked up cock for emphasis.
Now at this point there is no way I wanted the police involved in any of this, so there was only one thing to do “Yes sir, how may I server you sir?” I responded, a smile light up his face, he let go of my balls and patted me on the head “good boy” he said. He got his phone out yet again and started taking more pictures, and then I saw his wheels turn, you could tell he was thinking, and he reached over and locked the door. “Down on your knees, boy” he snarled, I did as I was told, he fished out his dick and started waving it front of my face, the back of his phone was now light up red, which meant only one thing video…
I spent the next 10 mins down on my knees, till he eventually spunked in my mouth, and had me keep it on my tong and stick it out for the camera, before being “allowed” to swallow it. Could this weekend get any worse? He put himself away, before telling me to get up which is very hard to do when your hands a cuffed behind your back. He led me down to the room, still naked and cuffed. He opened the door to my room and I walked in and he shut it behind me.
Great I may be back in the room, but with my hands cuffed like this I could not even jump in the shower and try and wash this crap off me! The Lads where all still out of it, I looked around the room and saw a phone on the ground I managed to get the screen to light up with my cuffed hands and could see it was just about midday, 6 hours sleep on the floor of the loo was not enough. I just wanted to go to bed.
I sat down on the floor with my back to the wall, between the lad’s bunk beds, not brave enough to just jump on top of one of the lads on the bottom bunks and fall asleep. I had just started to doze of uncomfortable as my position was when all hell broke loose, a cacophony of sound. As all 4 mobile phone alarms went off at the same time, startling not only me to attention but the lads as well. This was obviously some genius plan to get them self’s up in the morning after an all night session.
One by one they turned off their alarms, and I stood up as they rubbed their eyes in bed. “What the fuck happened to you? How the fuck did you get in here?” Steven blurted out obviously in shock not only to my appearance but presence which none of them were expecting…
I spent the next 5 mins explaining what had just happened, thou leaving out the blow job, and expressed my “thanks” to rich for leaving the marker pen, “sorry lad it was a spare of the moment thing, just thought it would funny” he said with a mischievous grin on his face, “we were going to come get you now hence all the alarms, saved us a trip” “sorry to have put you out” I shoot back at him sarcastically. He play acted wounded by my comments.
Steven pointed out the time to the lads and how we had 60 mins and it was going to take 30 to get there, the lads pulled them self’s out of bed and took turns showering and getting ready. Of course none of them felt the need to uncuff me, but they all took turns taking photos.
Eventually once Rich was dressed he started rooting round and found the cuff keys, “You’re never going to get that lot off in time, my god you stink lad. Just make it a quick one we need to make a move in 5 mins otherwise we will be late. I jumped in the shower happy to be clean, I did try cleaning my face but he was correct none of the marker pen was coming off it was not even smudging, I was going to have cocks on my face all day…
The lads started shouting me and told me to get a move on we needed to leave, I got dry and did my teeth using a random tooth brush there was no way I was spending the day without doing my teeth. I walked out of the bath room naked I left my towel in there let’s face it at this point it was not like I had anything to hide from them. A Pile of pink was thrown at me Two pink socks in pink camo, “come on lad get a move on” I put the socks on this was obviously planned out in advance, and at this point was more coving than a nappy. Then a pink y fronts in camo, and a pink camo vest, until eventually I was a pretty in pink squady with pink Dr Martins on.
At least it covered up most of the drawings on my body, and I had to give it to them they had at least but a lot of effort into the planning of this. It also gave me a big clue that we were going paint balling and I was going to be an easy target dressed as I was. We rushed out of the room and out to the car passing the gorilla from the loo on the way out, who gave me a wave and smile and said pink suited me as we passed, I just wanted to be out of there and I away from him. The lads all laughed they thought it was hilarious I am glad someone did, I would have much rather been in bed.
After a short drive we arrived at the paintball place, everyone got a green set of overalls to wear apart from me ofc, so I stood out like a saw thumb against the green background of the forest we were running round. It was a fun time, thou I spent most of it rolling round it whatever piles of mud I could find to blacken my pink uniform. By the end of the afternoon I was covered in the stuff, with what had happened so far I was sort of expecting what happened next at the end of the afternoon.
Everyone else left but we stuck around and where lead off back out into the woods, the guy who was organising turned and asked who the best man was. Steven stepped up, and two of us where directed to go stand behind a bush, “right you two get your kit off, but leave your face mask’s on would not want you to go blind now.” The two of us stripped off behind the bush, when we where naked we just stood there holding our junk. While we got our kit of the guy explained to the others about us running from the bush over to a tree and back, and that’s when they could shoot us.
He said go and the two of us pegged it across the open bit, while the other 3 shot at us it was not that bad, but what neither of us noticed was that while we ran across to the tree which in retrospect was really far away, the guy from the paintball centre ran over and grabbed our clothes and replaced them, without us noticing. We reached the tree and the guys stopped shooting, we took the opportunity for a breather from the excursion, the two of us covered in mud and paint.
The guy said go, again and we ran back to the bush, when we got there at first neither of us noticed are missing clothes just glad to be safe and not being shot at, when I looked at Steven he had paint running down his body and was pretty covered in the stuff. “All right where the fuck are my clothes” I head Steven shout over at the lads, they burst out laughing, “look around I am sure you will find them!” Dave shouted back. Looking down on the ground there where two forest pink thongs for want of a better word thou they where little more than a bit of string with a pouch.
I bent over and picked them up handing one to Steven, he healed his up to the lads “What the fuck is this?” he shouted over, Rich responded “Don’t see the problem lad, you been wearing that all day don’t know what the problem is?” he professed. By this point I had no pride left and was putting mine on, let’s face the whole point of a stagg do is to humiliate the groom and have a good time, and get the best man in too, Steen was just paying the price of being a good best man….
The pouch was barely big enough to contain me in my cage left nothing to the imagination and my locked cock could be clearly seen threw it, but it was enough that I no longer felt the need to cover myself up. Steven saw that I was wearing mine and shrugged and started putting his own on, “The things I do for you lad” He said, “I know you love me really, your just jealous. I am marrying James and not you” I teased back, with a bit of friendly banter, “sure lad, dream on” he shoot back.
We came out from behind the bushes to wolf whistles from all the guys, The guy from the pain ball place said we looked pretty in pink, He turned to the other 3 lads and asked them if they knew their way back, Dave said they did and he told them to go on a head, we would meet them back at the base in a few mins, the next bit was for stags only. Me and Steven looked at each other quizzically nether of us expecting this bit.
The guys looked at each other but wandered off when Dave lead the way, the paint ball guy lead the way “come on this way” he said at us and walked off into the wood’s. We walked for a while I did not really pay attention, just following. At one point Steven made a joke about him dumping our body’s out in to he woods, the guy did not respond.
Eventually we came to a bit of a wood with a an old shed in it, The guy stopped outside, “All right lads this is just a little thing we like to do with all out stags and best men” he opened the door behind him, the inside of the shed was covered in printed out photos, it was hard to make them out at first. He motioned for us to go in and have a look. All the pictures where of two guys in pink thongs by the looks of it they brought all the guys out here all the photos were taking in the door way to the shed.
He produced a camera, I did not get the point of it myself, put Steven seemed ok with doing it as he had all ready taken position in the door way so he would be on the right, being my right hand man and all. I stood next to him and the two of us put our arms round each other, and the guy took a photo to add to the wall. “All right lads thanks for that, As a reward if you can find the photo of the two chicks who posed for the same photo you can have the afternoon for free on us.”
The two us went into the shed to look, I could hear the guy over my shoulder shout that he was heading back and would meet us back at the centre. The two of us where alone in the shed, Steven was hunting the wall, looking for the near naked girls, I was having a good look but was busy looking to see if any of these guys where any good looking, the amount of overweight middle aged men was not really my thing.
The room went dark; I looked round Steven had shut the door to look at the photos on the back of the door, I took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the lower light level. Steven was looking at the pictures on the back of the door, he shouted me to come over and look at them. All the photos on the back of the door where of guys in the shed like the others only one guy was down on his knees giving the other a blow job. At the top of the door there was a sign that said “What are best friends for?”
Steven turned to me and told me to get naked; I knew what was going to happen. I took off my thong not that i was really hiding anything. “Give me that and turn round” He commanded, It looked like we were going back into “what happens on the stagg stays on the stagg” territory again. I handed it over and turned round; he pulled my arms behind and my back and used my thong to tie my hands behind my back. “On your knees” I got down on my knees, he used the chain around my neck to reposition me away from the door, “Get too it then” he said derisively and he put his hands on his head. I had to use my teeth to fish his dick out of the pouch, before I could begin to work on it.
I don’t know how long i was down there on my knees sucking his cock, but I was hard myself in my cage and leaking, I really did enjoy being used, thou was slight cornered as to whether or not all these little moments counted as cheating on my James or not…
I should have though this threw, but before I could react the door to the shed flew open, and there was the paint ball guy, with his camera taking photos of me sucking Stevens dick, only Steven had positioned us in such a way as that my locked cock was on show between my open knees and my face could be clearly seen sucking his dick, while his face was covered by arms up around his head.
He had clear looked at the shots on the back of the door, and figured out what was going to happen and planned ahead. My mouth filled with spunk, I don’t know if it was the thought of the photos’ or that he could just not hold out any longer. I swallowed his spunk down, he pulled out, Steven turned to the guy “Give him a go if you want, I will wait outside” and he walked past the guy, I could hear him taking a post cum piss outside.
The guy wasted no time coming in side, shutting the shed door behind him; he whipped out his cock, gave it a few tugs and was ramming it down my throat in no time. He was quick and forceful. I could tell that for him this was not about physical pleasure of a blow job, but about control and domination of another guy. He did not last too long; I don’t even think it was 5 mins.
Once he was done he just walked away, I don’t know what his diet was like but his spunk tasted awful. He too took a post spunk piss outside. It strange how he was more embarrassed than me, but you could hear it in his voice, “come on we better head back they will be wondering what we are doing” he said to Steven, you could tell he did not want anyone finding out about his little shed side line. Steven shouted at me “come on lad lets go.” As I staggered to my feet on my own, hands still bound behind me, I wondered what sort of love less marriage the guy was stuck in.
By the time I got up and out they where a ways a head and I had to run to catch them up. They where talking, the guy pulled a pair of shorts out of his combat trouser pocket and offered them to Steven. After all he was a man he had his dick sucked not the other way round. So why should he not get to cover himself up. Steven turned and said “No thanks mate that would just look odd, besides I got nothing to hide.” The guy put them back in his pocket, his offer rebuffed and notably not offered to me..
We got back to by the starting point and Steven stopped and turned and motioned for me to turn round, and he untied my hands and handed me the thong, I put it back on and we carried on in silence still.
As we walked back in to the centre the other guys called out, what the fuck had taken so long, Steven replied “none of yours, Stagg’s only” rich had his phone out and we were made to post for pictures, and they got another member of staff to take a group shot with me and Steven in the middle, once every one had their arms round each other so my cage was on show again, but it was a fun time and I had forgotten about being covered in the mid and paint and all the permanent market pen, I looked a right mess thou.
The other 3 had decided that since we took so long to get back that they had put our clothes in the boot of the car already and we would have to travel back to the hotel in our thongs and thongs alone. Steven told them “don’t go confusing me with the stagg now lads” But it was all good natured, we walked back the car and jumped in the back, are naked body’s pressed up against each other in the car.
By the time we got back to the hotel it was gone 6, the two of us had to walk back to the room as we where, the guys would not given Steven his clothes back, to walk in the hotel. There were other groups of lads in the foyer on the way out we got a few cat calls, and the gorilla who had let me out of the cuffs was still on reception, and gave me a wink as I walked past.
The other guys took turns showering and getting ready, once the 4 of them where ready, Dave said, “all right lads here the plan, us four go and eat, that gives you the next hour to get cleaned up and scrub that lot off.” He motioned towards me. The other lads all agreed and they were gone. I was alone in the room in my pink thong.
It was nice to be alone and more importantly to have the chance to get clean, I jumped in the shower and used whatever cleaning stuff and product the lads had left laying round to scrub myself clean. It was slow going but it did come off, I was still in the shower thou when they came back and hour later, the walls of the tiny bathroom where dripping with condensation. I was just happy to be clean again.