EARNING THEIR WAY OUT OF MALE CHASTITY
FINAL BONDAGE TAG-TEAM — PART 4 OF 6
© 2022 Zatanna Dark
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RECOVERY . . .
The Second Round Team did much better on this Challenge than the First Round Team. That was really one of the most simple of challenges possible . . . until the twist of us experiencing mock cramps totally kicked our asses!
I’ve always felt bad for Women having to experience such a thing and every month on top of it. Plus it can go from days to a week for some. They don’t get to take time off when this happens. They have to push through and just keep going . . . Respect!
The six Guys left have been given the night to rest and recover from our first day. Wow! It’s only the first day and half of us are already gone!
Some got to walk out, while others left inside a trunk, on a stretcher or dragged out like a Cowboy behind a horse. As freaked out as I am by some of these exits . . . the ones I wonder and worry the most about is Number 2 and Number 10? Just gone?
It seems the six of us aren’t fully syncing our cramps yet. The grunts are random and continuous. Several will be joking around while the others are just climbing into our beds, wishing we could sleep. I ended up with nausea and a headache from the pain.
In the past, I’d masturbate as a last resort to get rid of a headache that wouldn’t go away. It didn’t always work, but at least I got to cum. With these chastity cages on our cocks . . . that won’t be happening without them being removed first.
Four of us ended up in Mediums, while 4 and 6 were painfully trapped in Smalls. One did get a Medium but with spikes on the inside. Everyone keeps getting him going until he screams from the pain, and they leave him alone.
Each of them has very different approaches to the discomfort. One is talking to no one about calling his lawyer and how this wasn’t the agreement with his Agent . . . blau blau blau! 4 keeps trying to make jokes about it, even though you know he’s in pain.
Now Number 6 was totally quiet, as he kept yanking on, twisting, pulling, and just not stopping at trying to get his cock out of its teeny tiny little chastity cage. He was still fiddling with it endlessly as I fell asleep . . .
My dream of Ruby and I switching from a gallop to a sprint to see who could get back to the Farm the fastest was so cut short by the screams of Number 6! “HELP! HELP! GET THE MISTRESS! NOW! FUCK! . . . . NOOOO!”
I want to be mad at him for waking me up and ruining my dream. At the same time, if you don’t wake up during a dream . . . you’ll never remember it. So I guess I should be thanking 6 for what he did and his bad and good timing.
Kristen walked in . . . slow like. It wasn’t her Emergency, so why should she run? Looking at Number 6 as he continues to scream while grasping wildly at his cage!
She had to smack his hands away with her clipboard so she could see what was wrong, along with all of us. I can’t tell for sure, but it looks like he somehow got his cock folded over in the middle of the cage! Wow!
Number 9 says, “Told you dude . . . just couldn’t leave it alone. That damage looks permanent. Good thing you’re too ugly for sex and didn’t need that thing anyway.” Ok, hurtful. Nine is lucky six; I have never heard him say that over his own screams of pain.
As we all stand in utter confusion as to how he even did that, Number 6 starts to bang on his chastity cage so hard that blood squirts out the side! I don’t believe he’s ever seen his own blood before.
Looking at the palm of his own bloody hand . . . he goes silent as he falls backward into his pillow. Finally, he’s quiet enough so I can attempt to finish my dream. . which we all know never works.
DAY TWO . . .
The five of us . . . yeah, I said five of us. Number 6 got to exit via stretcher for his Cageremovalectomy. If his dick doesn’t recover, he’ll be getting the nickname U-turn at the Gym.
I’m not normally a mean person to even think bad things on someone. But when they disrespect Women . . . the Givers of Life. Yeah, my evil side can surface, at least internally. If that even makes sense. Thing is, I’m naturally protective.
Kristen came in with her clipboard and put five marks on it. I really have no idea if she’s actually marking anything of importance down or if this is just a way to mess with us further. This makes us wonder what she is writing down. Shit, it’s working.
Like five old, hunched over, walking slow and grumbling older men from a Senior Care facility, we followed behind as she led us. The shocks of the mock cramps from our belts have been giving us a break so far today.
She guided us back to the room with the examination tables we were all strapped onto while we were sized and received our chastity cages. There was one big difference this time . . . or should I say Six Big Differences?
There were naked and hooded Girls strapped to each of our five tables! Absolute perfect bodies, helpless and at our mercy! Sitting sideways on Number 6’s table, fully dressed in her skintight white spandex catsuit, one of the Quads.
Mistress Dawn scampers in. She’s always just so upbeat and full of energy that you feel within yourself. “Good Morning, Boys! Hope you all slept well. I heard about Number 6. Did any of you snap a pic? Didn’t know that was even possible, nor did I get a chance to see it. Kinda sad about that.”
She makes you so comfortable with everything about her, while at the same time, you’re fully aware she could kill you at any moment. That would explain the cautious and pretty quiet mumbles, “No, Mistress Dawn.” “Sorry, Mistress Dawn.” “Will try to remember next time, Mistress Dawn.”
“Is everyone hungry for Breakfast? If you are, you’ll need to wait for Lunch, because we have something way better served up to you.” With my eyes unable to not stare at these helpless bodies, I wasn’t even thinking about eating . . . Breakfast.
Mistress Dawn continues, “The Servants have been gagged, blindfolded, and ear-plugged before the hoods were locked over the top.” I see several of them moving around as much as the straps allow.
One keeps turning her head quickly in different directions. Instinctively, turning towards sounds she’s not able to hear. I can see some of her red hair hanging out from the bottom of her hood.
Is this Ruby? I know the one sitting on Number 6’s spot isn’t because I didn’t get the agreed-upon wink from her. With one of the Quads sitting over there, the other three must be bound and naked. But the math doesn’t work out, with six total bodies?
Like a Teacher explaining a lab experiment, “Gather around Class.” We group around Lucky Number 7’s naked and helpless Experiment. “You’re allowed to touch, tease, and please their bodies in any way you see fit.”
Oh My God. It was obvious when we walked in what was going to be happening . . . but until Mistress Dawn verified it . . . I didn’t fully believe this was actually happening! Way better then making more Lasagna!
“Whatever you do, don’t touch or remove the wires or sensor pads. They will be keeping track and adding up your Final Scores based on her blood pressure, heart rates, breathing, and muscle spasms.”
Ok, so the pressure is on. Mistress Dawn adds, “You may wonder how this can be fair with so many girls having so many different sensitivity levels. That’s why these six are Identical.”
Holy Shit! The Twins, who were actually Quadruplets, are Sextuplets? No wonder Ruby laughed at me, asking how it is to be a Quadruplet. “Because of 6’s little mishap, Amy over there gets to sit out of this Challenge.”
Amy comments, “Sadly.” I had to ask, “Mistress Dawn, I heard the Servants were all named after Precious Stones?” Amy answers for Mistress Dawn, “Amethyst . . . I got Amethyst, which is the longest and most difficult to spell. So I just go with Amy . . . I prefer Amy.”
Ok, so Ruby was being honest with me. Good to know. “It’s 8 am now . . . you have until Noon before we compare Scores. Lowest Score will be out of the running.”
With the Girls each being bound, knees up in the stirrups, legs spread, on tables with our Numbers, we all knew where to work and whose body was ours to please. Although, still need to learn which one is Ruby?
BREAKFAST . . .
I wasn’t going to worry myself with the competition, but Numbers 1 & 9 jumped in so fast and loud, I couldn’t ignore them. Both of them were in full-on sprinting mode just thirty seconds in. Heads, tongues and lips right into the thick of things.
Number 4 and I both saw this, shook our heads, and then moved to our respective spots. Four hours of pleasuring a Woman is not a sprint. They may get their Girls to orgasm first . . . but never really reach the levels they should because they’re rushing it.
In my head, I picture every fire-making competition in Survivor, which they use as a tiebreaker. Whoever got their fire started first rarely, if ever, won. They’d push too hard and end up smothering it . . . needing to start over in an even bigger and unsuccessful panic.
I started my mouth on her neck as my hand slowly caressed her stomach and upper thighs. I wasn’t touching her nipples or even going too close to her pussy. She squirmed ever so slightly to my touch.
If she lifted or slid her hips in an effort to get my fingers on her pussy, I would just pull them away as she would dry hump the empty air. Allowing my ear to rest on her chest, I could hear her breathing and heartbeat both slowly intensifying from her building sexual frustrations . . .
The first sparks were being lit as my light touches continued to get closer and closer to where she wanted to feel them. My lips worked their way from her neck to the top area of her breasts. Closer and closer to her growing more erect nipples.
She was allowing the moisture at the tip of my tongue to wet them before blowing a small artificial breeze across them. Her whole chest left the table as her biceps, stomach, and thighs would flex, pulling hard at her straps.
As the tip of my finger reached her entrance . . . I would only put just the smallest amount of my first digit within her moisture. Each time, she would thrust and groan through her gag! Wanting it deeper! Wanting more!
Pulling away, moving back to the lightest of touch starting at her knees, which eureka! Were very ticklish! This wasn’t a tickling contest, so I only went there every so often to get some wild jerks and jumps out of her very fine body!
Whatever the others were doing is no longer of any interest to me. The pleasure I can give to this body is all that matters. I knew, as well as she did, that her first few orgasms were going to all be positive. At some point, the pleasures go beyond pleasures . . .
Forcing pleasures, forcing orgasms, and beyond her limits will be the hard part. I know it’s what she wants, or she wouldn’t have allowed herself to be bound helplessly for it.
Soon, her small squirms, struggles, and wiggles will become an all-out fight to escape as I force more and more pleasures upon her. My biggest turn-on has always been turning on and pleasuring others, both male and female.
With my cock helplessly locked within its cage, the pleasures she feels will be pleasures in my mind while pain to my body. A sacrifice I’m willing to make to force the soon-to-come, mind-blowing orgasms on her . . . no matter how much she tries to fight me!
It has to be over an hour by now, and her body is in a constant state of struggling, flinching, humping, and orgasms. I believe it’s time to move onto Stage Two, as I start to kiss her lightly on the middle of her stomach, lower stomach, upper thigh, and eventually, her pussy.
Cherry? Is that cherry . . . like cherry lifesavers I’m tasting? I notice the sticky oozing of the melted candy as it drips from the base of her tunnel. Quickly, I lick it up to avoid losing even a drop. Whomever this is, she guessed I’d enjoy the treat. She guessed right!
Two fingers, this time, enter into her soft, wet, and sticky pussy. As I bring them out, the tips are red with more melted goodness. I spread it directly onto her clitoris, causing orgasm after orgasm as I fully apply the thin and sticky coating in a small circular motion.
My fingers return to the warmth as I take my time cleaning every last bit of cherry from her clit with the tip of my tongue as her body spasms wildly. Wherever the numbers or score is being sent to, I’m sure the digits are flipping even faster!
Her hands endlessly grasping at nothingness. Her feet are pointing so hard her calves are starting to shake. The spasms and vibrations of the rest of her body as it’s forced to pleasures it doesn’t know existed . . . and then it hits!
The Cramps! “Are you Fucking Kidding Me?” This time all of us were in sync . . . in Painful Sync! Everyone stops and fights to find the best way to work through or deal with the pains that are the worst yet.
Yesterday’s torture cramps were just a warmup. Several guys have rolled to their sides in a ball as if being punched by the largest guy in the gang attacking them. At the same time, the rest of us are on our knees! Grasping at the legs of our Girls to try and get back to work! I couldn’t get up back!
That was until I glanced closer at the left ankle of the Sextuplet strapped to Number 4’s table. A small green gemstone was tattooed on the outer side of her ankle. An Emerald!
Sliding over, swinging my head under my Girl’s foot, I look up to see a small red gemstone tattoo! It’s a Ruby! This is Ruby! I’m not sure what motivation the others used to get back to work, but I had mine! Nothing else mattered even more than ever now!
Two fingers made it the deepest inside yet, curling upwards as her ass lifted off the table and stayed lifted. I was sucking her clit into my mouth and ever so softly, holding her swollen nub between my teeth as my wet from her juices pinky slipped in from behind.
My free hand had a mind of its own, grabbing her ass from below, cupping her breast, then grasping her thigh from the outside, then inside. The pattern of pleasures I forced upon Ruby was anything but a pattern . . .
Always changing, always transitioning, growing, switching, she was unable to predict or prepare for what would be causing her next even more intense orgasm!
I guess the clock had ended, but I had not. Completely unaware of the torture and torment my cock has been experiencing in its ever-tightening cage . . . for now. It took both the free Servant and Mistress Dawn to pull me away from Ruby!
Once I was pulled back, Ruby continued to spasm and scream through her gag in pleasure and pain for several more minutes. Number 4 watched in awe before turning towards me with a short and simple, “Dude!”
When I was no longer touching her in any way, the pain hit me badly! The pain was always there, but I was able to ignore it. I felt the half dozen hard cat-o-nine whips on my back. A whipping I didn’t notice whenever it had happened.
The electrostatic created mock cramps take me to my knees as the pain of my cock, trying unsuccessfully to grow, stopped in its tracks by the hard metal cage!
Mistress Dawn says, “Number 3! You got numbers we didn’t think possible. Mistress Z is very impressed. We know who had the highest score. Now we need to check for the lowest.” I’d like to jump up and cheer, but the vast array of pains added to my lack of Breakfast causes me to shut down . . .
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