EARNING THEIR WAY OUT OF MALE CHASTITY
FINAL BONDAGE TAG-TEAM — PART 3 OF 6
© 2022 Zatanna Dark
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ASPIRATION . . .
I was able to turn my head sideways enough to watch as they entered. Mistress Dawn entered first as one of the Quads pushed the cart behind her. A quick glance at whatever is on there seems way larger and more complex than normal chastity cages.
Mistress Dusk must have entered from the other end and, I’m guessing, with her own Quad and cart. “Give me a few more minutes! Please! I can make it go down! I’ll make it go down! Do someone else first!”
I’m not sure if that’s Number 10 or not, but whoever it is is still erect and about to regret it big time! “Ahhhhhh! Fuck!” Mistress Dusk replies, “Oops! Missed! You moved Slave . . . so that’s on you! Now, hold still!”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Get it out! Pull it out!” I can’t even imagine the pain of a needle going into my cock . . . much less while it’s hard! Then to stay in while a syringe is sucking out the blood!
Either he totally quieted down, or he just passed out. Mistress Dusk says to the Quad, “He should be ready in about fifteen minutes. So who’s next?” No one answers, so she moves on to her next largest target . . . Number 6.
Mistress Dawn started out right next to me with Number 4. “Well, Number 4. It’s good for you that you went Timber on your own. Number 6 over there is about to cry.” I listen as she works him into his cage. Number 6 is making a combination of both pleasurable and painful noises.
A chastity cage I’ve seen before . . . but don’t remember seeing the complex belt that’s part of it. Not just like one of those old school metal belts as part of a medieval chastity thing, but wider like a weight lifters belt.
In addition, it seems to have some electronics and maybe a battery pack, which I’m sure I’ll learn more about soon enough. This item has its own set of locks and is tightly wrapped around near his waist.
Most of us were lucky, including lucky Number 7, and were just being given a kinder approach with Mistress Dawn’s almost school-teacherish mannerisms.
Number 10 got the needle, has been caged, and is still out. Number 6 was also needled and caged but awake. Number 1, well, you’ve heard the derogatory term of Screaming Like a Girl? I am sorry, I truly am, but it totally fits him right now.
I wouldn’t say I like the comments these Guys keep saying about the Women here. But I think I’m going to enjoy it when any of them mention “That Ass” to Number 1 . . . who I think I’m calling Spike from now on . . .
LOUNGE . . .
This is the First Official Challenge we’ve been given; I say Official because I feel every second of every minute since I’ve walked in the door has been one ongoing larger Challenge.
Well, for the first one, we were told only four of us at a time could go. Clipbo . . . Kristen, I’ll get this. Kristen pointed to every other one of the Seven Guys still here. Wow! From twelve to just seven that quick?
So that meant that 1, 4, 7 and 10 are doing the Challenge right now while 6, 9 and myself are waiting in a Lounge surrounded by the Quads. My God! Each of them are Identically hot in every way.
I understand that’s what Identical means, but even Identical Twins slowly start to look different with age. I’m guessing they’re maybe twenty or so. Their hair, bodies, everything . . . no way to tell them apart . . .
One of the Quads sat down near me and struck up a conversation. At first I’m hesitant with everything about this. Is this a trick, a test, I look for cameras, but see none . . . so they must be hidden.
“Hi, I’m Ruby.” Still hesitant, but I need to be polite. “Hi, I’m Alan.” Ruby comments, “I know I haven’t gotten to fully see the real you yet Alan, but you seem like a nice guy to me.” Is she flirting or just passing the time?
“Thanks, Ruby. I try my hardest to be nice. It’s easier when my reward is meeting someone like you.” Wow! Really Alan? It’s only your second sentence with her! Too Soon! “So, Alan, what made you sign up for something like this Show?”
“The thing is, I didn’t sign up . . . my best friend signed me up and didn’t tell me until after I was chosen. I wasn’t going to do this until she started to cry. ‘But Alan, you have too, you’d be perfect and I worked so hard getting you picked.’ Following that up with her best pouty lip and puppy dog eyes.”
Ruby replied, “Well you can’t let a girl cry, now can ya?” Getting more comfortable, “You got that so right . . . plus you have no idea the power of her lip and eyes thing. As intense as Smolder Bravestone.”
“Ok, yeah, Wow! That’s pretty intense Alan.” Ruby knows Jumanji! I have a question she’s heard a thousand times, but I still had to ask. “Ruby, what’s it like being a Quadruplet?” She giggled at my question which is tons better than the eye roll I expected.
“I’ll tell you it was toughest on our Parents. They were trying as hard as they did, and they still couldn’t keep track of who was who. I’m not totally sure I’m actually Ruby. I might be Emerald or Topaz?”
“All Gemstones for names?” Nodding, “Yes, because we were all so precious to them. They finally started using sharpies to draw tiny dots on us in red, green, gold . . . you get the picture.” She continued, “They said they thought about having us tattooed, but that’s not allowed with infants.”
This is such a laid-back and relaxed conversation. I could listen to her soothing voice all . . . {Crash!} {Bang!} “Fuck!” It looks like the other four are. Wait, I only see three. Number 10 is gone.
Ruby quickly and quietly said, “Game totally aside, I really enjoyed talking to you, Alan.” Ruby got up and helped with what was left of the returning Army . . .
CHALLENGE . . .
The three who stumbled into the lounge looked like they were in an extreme battle and lost badly. Number 1 . . . is totally covered in blood! Lucky 7 . . . not so fortunate with a bad burn on the side of his face and part of his forearm! Wow!
Number 4 doesn’t have any outward injuries but is walking like one of those Civil War Re-Enactors shuffling back after a long battle. Moaning, groaning, looking down, and holding his stomach and lower back tightly! No jokes from Number 4 at this point.
All of this and Number 10, is . . . he’s just gone . . . and no one is saying anything! They’re quickly shuffled off into a room off the side before any of us had time to ask them what even happened?
Kristen comes in with her clipboard and with a big smile just says, “Next!” 6, 9 and myself follow behind her as she adds, “We almost had to wait for round two after the mess from Number 1 . . . but since there’s only three of you, we’ll just skip that room for now.”
Scratching my head as we follow, I still have zero idea or clues as to what horrors we’re about to face. It feels so odd walking this fast as my chastity cage bounces a little with each step. The wide, tight belt is keeping me upright a little. Or might I be imagining that?
We get to a spot in the hall where there are two doors on each side. One door has some Caution tape across it, forming a big X. It Looks like a bloody footprint half in and half out the door. I guess that was Number 1’s nightmare room where he lost so much blood!
She guides 6 and 9 to doors on one side while I get the not X’d off door on the other side. Opening it, I slowly walk in shaking . I close my eyes as I take my first two steps. .
. . . And . . . Am I in a Kitchen? From the hallway, “Finish the List, or you’re Out. You have two hours starting now!” The doors slam behind us! Ok . . . so this is not what I expected . . . at all!
I’m just in your average everyday kitchen with a nice-sized island in the middle. On the island, there’s a dry-erase board that has a short and simple list written on it:
TO DO LIST:
__ Mop Floor
__ Clean Counters
__ Do Dishes
__ Make Dinner
I’m wasting time overthinking this. This is a list of what for years was considered . . . and I hate to even think this . . . Women’s Work. I grew up in a family where we did everything.
Cooking, cleaning, laundry, working the Farm . . . everything. Plus, my Middle School still had Home Ec class, which I totally Aced! Getting this list done in two hours . . . won’t be a problem!
Obviously, the list is backward to mess with the inexperienced Home Makers. I’m going to start dinner first, so it has time to cook. I can see the makings for Lasagna on the counter . . .
Shit! That wasn’t blood! One was covered in sauce! Idiot. I wonder if it was still cold or hot out of the oven? The second my hand grabbed the jar of sauce, the Extreme Pain of a Punch in the Gut Hit!
Hit so hard that I cramped up and bent over, smacking my forehead on the edge of the counter! “Ouch! Dammit!” Luckily I didn’t break the jar of sauce, or I would have been screwed before I even tried to start dinner.
I mentioned a Punch in the Gut . . . but with a punch, it’s over and then you start to feel better in a few moments. Not with the intense shocking jolts from my belt. It’s a punch that hit me and then froze in time at the most painful point!
I am trying to just read the recipe for the Lasagna, but I can’t even get through the first sentence before the pain along my lower stomach travels around to my back and sides! I fall to my knees and start to cry! What the Hell?!?!
On the Farm, I’ve been kicked by a horse once and would rather have that again over this pain! The intense pains, the cramps, lessen for a few moments . . . but never go completely away . . .
Making it to my feet, I’m instinctively doing breathing exercises I saw once on TV . . . as silly as they seem . . . they are helping. That and just letting out random screams as I finally get back to work!
Can’t focus on the words . . . I’ve made this before and the stuff is all just “Fuuuucccckkk!” Lined up for the taking and making. “Shiiiitttt!” How??? How do they handle this??? “Hooow!!!”
I’ve zero sense of time, so getting the timer on the oven going helps. With it pre-heated “AAAHHH!!!” I’m extra careful as I open the door . . . am sure this is where 7 got burned . . . either putting the Lasagna in or taking it out.
Out of the blue, my cramps totally stop in the middle of the dishes. I take a slow, deep breath and get Punched in the Gut Even Harder this time! “OH! MY! GOD!” This can’t be real! It can’t be this painful!
Working in my breathing exercises and massaging my back whenever I have a free hand, I got the counters cleaned. Am down to the mopping and pulling dinner out in around ten more minutes.
Carefully as possible . . . ready for another punch . . . I get dinner out to complete my list! With all that pain, it felt like four or five hours. Turns out I finished in under an hour and a half.
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