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I hear the door closing, the final click reverberating through the silent room, and my heart stutters in my chest like it's trying to break free. The sound seems to echo in the emptiness, a stark reminder of my utter solitude. The stickiness of their cum is a warm, uncomfortable presence on my thighs, a slow-moving river of their conquest that trickles down to my knees. Each drop feels like a taunt, a silent declaration of what they've done to me. My eyes strain in the pitch black, desperately seeking any semblance of light. The darkness is thick, a suffocating blanket that wraps around me, making me feel smaller and more vulnerable than ever. The room is so silent that even my shallow breaths seem to bounce off the walls, returning to me as a muffled echo. The only other sound is the occasional drip of their fluids from my body, a sticky reminder of the depraved act that's just concluded. The air is thick with the musky scent of sex and the faint metallic tang of the chastity cage that now holds my shrunken member captive. As I struggle to regain my composure, the ache in my ass and the heaviness of the buttplug serve as unwelcome souvenirs of the relentless pounding I've just endured. The leather straps dig into my skin, a constant reminder that I'm still bound to this fuckbench, a helpless plaything at the mercy of Manuela and her shemale coven. The fabric of the lingerie feels alien against my skin, clinging to the sticky mess that coats me from their abuse. The blond wig itches, a stark contrast to the smoothness that once was my shaved scalp. Exhaion slowly begins to win the battle over panic, and I feel my eyelids growing heavy. Despite my best efforts to stay alert, I start to slip into the welcoming embrace of oblivion. The world fades to black, and for a brief moment, I'm free from the horror of my new reality. But the respite is fleeting, as a sudden jolt of pain from the chastity cage snaps me back to consciousness. It feels tighter now, a cruel reminder of the power they wield over me. The metal seems to pulse in time with my heartbeat, a rhythmic throb that sends waves of discomfort through my groin. As my vision adjusts to the dimness, I notice a faint light piercing the darkness. It's a beacon of hope, a lifeline that pulls me back from the brink of despair. Gradually, the light grows stronger, and I squint through the glow to see the silhouette of Manuela standing before me. She's dressed now in a classy but tight dress, one that hugs her voluptuous curves and accentuates her powerful, feminine presence. The light casts an ethereal glow around her, making her appear both angelic and demonic. She's like a vision of beauty wrapped in the cloak of a predator, and I can't help but feel a mix of fear and arousal as she approaches. Manuela leans in, her full lips curving into a wicked smirk. "I knew you would be a nice bitch," she purrs, her voice a seductive whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. Her eyes gleam with a sadistic delight, and she runs a long, red-nailed finger over the cage that now defines my manhood. "Me and my friends really liked abusing your ass," she continues, her gaze lingering on my exposed, vulnerable form, "so I think my guests will do the same." With surprising strength, she releases the buckles and the leather straps fall away from my wrists and ankles. The sudden freedom sends a bolt of pain through my limbs, but I'm too scared to move, too stunned by what she's said. The fuckbench beneath me is sticky with lust, and my legs tremble as I attempt to stand. The chastity cage is cold against my skin, a stark reminder of my new role as their party favor. "Come now," Manuela commands, her voice a siren's song that fills the room with a dark allure. She grabs my chin, forcing me to look into her eyes. They're pools of fire, sparkling with excitement and anticipation. "You're going to be the star of the show," she whispers, and for a moment, I almost believe her. "Everyone's waiting for the grand entrance of our little sissy slut." A sense of dread washes over me as she says this, my body going rigid with fear. The idea of being paraded around her party, a living sex toy for their amusement, is too much to bear. But before I can protest, she kicks me squarely between the legs, her stiletto heel digging into the flesh just above the chastity cage. I scream, the pain immediate and intense, and it echoes through the room. She laughs, a sound that's both beautiful and terrifying. "Don't worry, darling," she says, her voice like a knife slicing through my protests, "You'll get used to it. In fact, I think you're going to love it." The room starts to spin as she grabs my arm, hoisting me to my wobbly feet. The buttplug inside me feels like a brand, a declaration of ownership that makes me want to scream and beg for mercy. But the pain is nothing compared to the horror that awaits outside the door. I know that the moment it opens, my fate as their plaything will be sealed. As she pulls me along, my legs feel like they're made of jelly, barely capable of supporting my weight. The lingerie clings to me, the lace scraping against my skin with every step, a constant reminder of my humiliation. The high heels she's forced me to wear make it impossible to walk without a wobble, adding to the sense of vulnerability that already consumes me. We ascend the stairs, the cold stone beneath the soles of the shoes a stark contrast to the warmth that's still spreading from my ass. Each step is a battle, the chastity cage biting into my tender flesh with every movement. The pain is a constant companion, a grim reminder of the powerlessness that has been thrust upon me. The entrance hall is vast and opulent, with a grand chandelier casting a warm glow that seems to mock my current state. The walls are lined with portraits of stern-looking ancestors, their eyes seemingly judging me as I stumble past, a mere shadow of the man I once was. The sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses reaches us from a nearby room, growing louder with each step we take. The anticipation in the air is palpable, a heady mix of excitement and dread. Manuela's grip on my arm tightens, guiding me towards the source of the commotion. She pulls out a shiny red ballgag from a drawer in the hall table, and I feel a cold sweat break out on my forehead. "One final touch before we enter," she says, her voice dripping with a sadistic glee. She fastens the strap around my head, the ball filling my mouth and cutting off any hope of protest. The leather is cool against my tongue, and the taste of leather and something faintly metallic fills my senses. With a dramatic flourish, she opens the double doors to the grand living room, and the sound of the party hits me like a wall. The room is alive with the murmur of voices, the laughter of the depraved, and the throb of a bass that vibrates through the floorboards. I stumble behind her on the leash, the high heels making it impossible to keep up without wobbling. The crowd's gaze swings to us, and a hush falls over the room like a dark curtain. Their eyes devour me, a feast of lust and amusement. I'm on display, a humiliated spectacle for their entertainment. The leather bites into my neck as Manuela tugs the leash, leading me through the throng of partygoers. They're dressed in a masquerade of desire, their masks hiding identities but not their hunger. Some whisper crude suggestions, others reach out to grope my bound body, and I can do nothing but whimper into the ballgag. We reach the back of the room, and she pulls me through a narrow archway into a smaller chamber. The air here is hot and heavy, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with the faint aroma of candles and incense. My eyes widen in horror as I see the fuckbench, its gleaming chrome a beacon of my impending degradation. The bench is situated in the center of the room, surrounded by velvet curtains that have been drawn back to reveal a wall of glass. On the other side, the living room is a sea of faces, all watching me with eager anticipation. "You see, my dear," Manuela says, her voice a velvety purr in my ear, "You're going to be the entertainment for the evening. Everyone wants a taste of our little slut." Her hand is firm as she pushes me over the fuckbench, my stomach and chest pressing against the cool leather. She secures my wrists and ankles with practiced ease, the metal cuffs snapping into place with a finality that sends a cold shiver down my spine. I'm immobilized, unable to do anything but accept my fate. The leather straps dig into my skin, reminding me of my vulnerability, my body laid bare and exposed for the pleasure of these strangers. Manuela picks up a blindfold, a wicked glint in her eye as she drapes it over my head. The room goes dark again, the only sensation the tightness of the fabric around my eyes. She whispers in my ear, her breath hot and sweet, "You will enjoy this, or you will pretend to enjoy this. If not, the punishment will be far worse than you can imagine." The threat is clear, and my heart races in response. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my mind racing with the horrors that might await me if I fail to perform. Then, a sudden coldness at my arm, a pinprick of pain, and I feel a warmth spreading through my veins. She's injected me with something, and I know it's not going to be a sedative to ease my suffering. No, this is something to keep me on edge, something to ensure I'm fully aware of every touch, every sensation, every violation. "Here's some Tina," she says, her voice a sultry purr, "It'll keep you nice and energetic for the festivities." The drug hits me like a wave, my fear morphing into a desperate, animalistic need for release. My cock strains against the pink cage, begging for attention, my body betraying me as it responds to the cocktail of chemicals coursing through me. The room seems to pulse with the bass from the party, the anticipation thickening like a fog around me. I can feel the eyes of the crowd outside the glass, hungry for what's to come. Manuela's voice, now amplified, fills the air, a siren's call in Portuguese that sends a shiver down my spine. Her words are lost in the haze of the language, but the tone is unmistakable. She's announcing my arrival, setting the stage for the night's main attraction. The murmur of the partygoers grows to a crescendo, and I know that they're waiting for me, eager to see what their hostess has in store for them. With a flick of her wrist, she switches to English, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she declares, "The sissyslut is now ready to be used." The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, their excitement palpable even through the glass that separates us. The sound of footsteps grows closer, the clack of heels on the marble floor a prelude to the symphony of debauchery that's about to unfold. I feel hands on my ass, the cool touch of latex-covered fingers sending a jolt through my body. The drug she's administered is working its magic, my senses heightened to a painful degree. And then, without warning, the buttplug is yanked out of me, the sudden emptiness making me gasp around the ballgag. The sound echoes through the chamber, and I feel the room spin around me, my legs threatening to give way. But before I can process the pain, I feel something else at my entrance, something thick and insistent. A cock, a real cock, pressing against the stretched and bruised opening. I try to tense up, to resist, but my body has other ideas. The cage around my dick feels like it's shrinking, the pressure building to an unbearable point. With a firm push, the cock breaches my ring of muscle, and I moan into the ballgag, the sound muffled but no less real. The intrusion is a shock to my system, sending waves of pain and pleasure crashing through me. The plastic of the chastity cage is sticky with precum, a testament to the arousal that's been forced upon me, and I feel the shaft of the cock sliding in, inch by inch, filling me up. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of agony and ecstasy that lights up every nerve ending. The crowd's laughter and taunts blend into a cacophony of sound, a backdrop to the rhythmic pounding that's started in my ass. Each thrust is a declaration of their power over me, a reminder that I'm nothing but a hole for their amusement. I can feel the head of the cock slamming against my prostate, sending bolts of pleasure-pain through my body. My eyes roll back into my head, and I bite down on the gag, the leather tasting salty with my own fear. The cock inside me is unyielding, a steel rod that claims my ass as its personal playground. The chastity cage feels like a vice, trapping my desperate erection, forcing it to pulse in time with the relentless fucking. Each stroke is a blend of agony and arousal, a confusing symphony that makes me want to both beg for mercy and plead for more. I can't tell if the sounds of approval are coming from the room beyond the glass or if they're just echoes in my own mind, a twisted form of encouragement that fuels the monster inside me. The cheers of the crowd outside the chamber grow louder, a crescendo of depraved voices that seem to be urging the guy to go harder, deeper. "The slut deserves it," they chant, their words piercing the veil of my thoughts, making me acutely aware of my role in this twisted play. And in a bizarre twist of fate, I feel a perverse thrill at the thought of being desired, of being the object of their lust. The ballgag in my mouth muffles my own whimpers, turning them into a series of wet, gagged moans that only serve to excite the onlookers more. The cock inside me doesn't let up, the pace quickening with a ferocity that leaves me gasping for air. The guy fucking me is relentless, his hips slapping against my bruised ass with a rhythm that's almost musical. He's not just using me; he's claiming me, marking me as his property for the duration of the party. And as much as I want to hate it, my traitorous body responds, my muscles tightening around the invading shaft, drawing him in even deeper. Suddenly, the pace reaches a crescendo, and I feel his cock swell, the head slamming against my prostate with a force that steals my breath away. He grunts, his hips jerking erratically, and then it hits me—his cum. It's a hot, sticky mess that fills me up, mingling with the cum of the shemales who came before him. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure so intense it's impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. He pulls out with a wet pop, leaving me feeling empty and used, a gaping hole that's been filled and emptied too many times to count. But the emptiness is fleeting, because almost immediately, I feel something new pressing against me, the blunt head of another cock seeking entry into my violated ass. The grip on the chastity cage tightens, and I know it's someone else, eager to claim their turn with the sissy slut on display. This one is thicker, the head a mushroom that stretches me wider than I thought possible. The audience outside the glass roars with approval as the newcomer starts to fuck me, their cheers and jeers spurring him on. The sensation is intense, the size and girth of this stranger's cock making the previous one feel almost gentle in comparison. He doesn't bother with any kind of foreplay, just rams into me with a force that makes the fuckbench shake. The pain is a crescendo that builds with each thrust, my ass feeling like it's being split in two. The leather of the bench is sticky with lubricant, sweat, and cum, providing a slick surface for his relentless pounding. The drug in my system amplifies everything, turning each sensation into a symphony of pain and pleasure that plays havoc with my sanity. The newcomer's grip on the chastity cage is cruel, twisting it slightly with each thrust, sending jolts of pain shooting through my groin. It's a reminder that no matter how much I might want to get hard, it's impossible. The plastic cage is a constant pressure, a taunting presence that keeps me from finding any relief. The cheers from the audience outside the glass room grow louder, a chorus of debauchery that seems to encourage the guy fucking me to go harder, faster. He grunts and swears in a language I don't understand, his hips a blur of motion as he takes his pleasure from my ravaged hole. The pain is intense, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge of what I think I can handle. Yet, there's something else there too, a dark thrill that makes my heart race and my breath come in gasps. The room spins around me, the only anchor the cold chrome beneath my cheek and the heat of the cock inside me. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he releases his load into my bowels. The sensation of his hot cum filling me up is almost too much to bear, and I cry out around the gag, the sound lost in the cacophony of the party. He pulls out, and for a brief moment, I feel relief—until the next one steps up. The crowd's cheers grow louder, the anticipation in the air thick with lust and malice. This one is even bigger than the last, the head of his cock nudging at my gaping hole with a determination that sends a shiver down my spine. The hands on the chastity cage tighten again, and I brace myself for the onslaught. He doesn't bother with gentle easing; he simply rams his way inside me, the force making me choke on the ballgag. The pain is intense, a white-hot agony that sets my nerves alight. I'm nothing but a receptacle for their lust, a living sex doll to be used and discarded. And yet, even amidst the pain, there's a dark thrill. The helplessness, the utter lack of control, it's a heady aphrodisiac that makes me wetter than I ever thought possible. My body is a canvas of sensation, each stroke painting a picture of degradation and pleasure. The crowd's chanting reaches a fever pitch, the rhythm of their applause syncing with the pounding of cocks into my ass. It's a symphony of debauchery, a chorus of sin that crescendos with every grunt and moan. The new guy starts to fuck me, his thick, unyielding cock stretching me to the brink of pain. Each thrust feels like a declaration of victory, a triumph over my dwindling dignity. I can't help but moan around the ballgag, the leather pressing against my teeth as my jaw goes slack from the overwhelming sensations. He's rough, his hands digging into my hips as he pulls me back onto him with a ferocity that's both terrifying and exhilarating. The sound of his skin slapping against mine echoes in the chamber, a primal beat that joins the cacophony of the party. My body quivers with each new invasion, my muscles stretched to the limit. The chastity cage feels like a brand, a constant reminder that my cock is useless, trapped and unable to satisfy the desperate need that's building within me. The ache in my balls is a dull throb that underscores every sensation, a reminder of the humiliation I'm enduring. The crowd outside the glass can see everything, my desperation, my pain, my unwilling arousal, and they cheer and jeer in response. The men come and go, a never-ending procession of cocks that claim me as their own. They don't bother with names, just grunts and growls, the universal language of lust and power. Each one takes his fill, pumping his cum deep into me before moving aside for the next. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, punctuated by the slick sounds of lube and the occasional wet slap of a hand connecting with my ass. The smell of sex is thick in the air, a potent mix of sweat, cum, and lust that makes my head spin. After what feels like an eternity, I hear Manuela's voice, a sweet reprieve amidst the chaos. "Small break after this one," she calls out, her tone mockingly cheerful. The man behind me grunts in response, his hips slowing before coming to a sudden stop. The cock inside me pulses, and I feel the hot flood of his cum fill me up once more. He pulls out with a wet, sucking sound, and for a brief, sweet moment, my ass feels empty, the pain of his exit almost welcome. Manuela's hand is gentle as she removes the ballgag, allowing me to take a deep, gasping breath. The taste of leather and fear is replaced by the scent of her perfume, a heady bouquet that seems to intoxicate me even more. "Drink," she whispers in my ear, and I eagerly take the straw she holds to my lips. The cool liquid is a balm to my dry throat, and I gulp it down greedily. It's a sweet, fruity concoction, but I know better than to hope for a reprieve. As the last drops slip down my throat, she puts back the ballgag and administers another dose of the drug, the coldness of the needle a stark contrast to the heat of my body. The Tina races through my veins, and I feel my cock pulse in the chastity cage, desperate for release. The pressure builds, the need for an orgasm so intense it feels like my body is going to tear apart at the seams. The next cock presses against my already-stretched ass, and I gasp around the gag. It's a smaller one, but no less insistent, pushing into me with a gentle force that soon turns into a steady rhythm. This one is more considerate, his strokes measured and deliberate, almost tender. The crowd's cheers are distant, my world narrowed down to the fuckbench and the man behind me, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass. He whispers sweet nothings in a language I don't understand, his breath hot against my ear. The gentle strokes become a little more vigorous, and I moan, my body betraying me with its response. Each thrust is a declaration of his dominance, his right to use me as he pleases. And in this moment, with the chastity cage cutting into my flesh and the cock inside me, I can't deny the thrill that comes with that knowledge. I'm a toy for his amusement, a plaything for the evening's festivities.

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Hello beautiful, I had another singing lesson today. In fact, I don’t think we should even call them singing lessons anymore; we should call them therapy sessions with singing as a bonus. I told Elissa, the vocal coach, about the updates—how I’ve taken up both singing and piano lessons—and she did what she does best: deep-dived into how I was feeling about it all. She could sense that I was overwhelmed, trying to juggle everything at once on top of a full-time job. She reminded me that singing isn’t a linear path. Some days it goes up, some days it goes down, and sometimes it moves sideways—because the body is made of flesh and blood, not machinery. It’s not always consistent. Patience is the key she keeps trying to drill into me, and then she asked the hard question: why am I trying to rush the process? I told her it was because I wanted to show I’d done some work so I didn’t show up to her lessons empty-handed. But the real reason, which I only realised later, is that all her students are encouraged to perform at the end-of-term showcase—which is in two months—and I can barely match pitch with confidence right now. I think I’m nervous and anxious about it, and that’s affecting my voice. So we spent some time afterward just doing breathing exercises, and then used the last few minutes to work on the song Chasing Cars. We actually made a lot of progress with it, which gave my confidence a boost. I really love this mix of therapy and singing, and her whole approach—where the mind plays such a big role in how you produce sound. She’s not the kind of teacher who makes you start doing scales the moment you walk through the door. Instead, she helps you ground yourself first. I didn’t even know that was part of singing. It’s one of those skills and mindsets I know I’ll carry into other areas of life, too. In other news, I’ve been talking more with Suf, the guy I connected with on Hinge. I found out today that he broke up with his partner about seven weeks ago and is moving to Melbourne to start fresh. He was in a 19-year relationship—and he’s only 30 years old (well, that’s what his profile says). That’s a long time, and I can’t even begin to imagine how he’s feeling right now. I asked him what he’s looking for on the app, and he said he’s not looking for a partner or relationship at the moment (fair enough). He said he’s just looking for companionship, and he hoped that wouldn’t deter me from continuing this friendship. My first reaction? Why does the universe keep sending me emotionally unavailable men? I’m like a magnet for it, dammit. But secondly, I value connection too much to let the chance for something meaningful pass by—even if it only ends in friendship. Let’s just hope I don’t fall for this guy too. Move through life with that awesome energy, buddy. Chat soon. xx

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Thank you, this story is great ! @DevilDawg cannot wait to read more about Richard and Adam!

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With Unterage, Mutschmanns and Connection club having been used in the past but now all closed they really have run out of willing venues 🙁

I wonder if it's releasing rather than giving in to. Do we surrender to our passions or do we realize they need to be let out to give a ying to the yang of our lives. After many men blow there loads a post nut clarity appears, perhaps because much like our garbage bins they need to be emptied or else an overflow happens. Speaking from some experience, men who are put in chastity begin to go nuts due to an inability to release that overflow. The level of need severely increases to new heights, much like a hunger. Perhaps that's a reason why we consider pumping a load into a fellow man to be a sacred act that we all appreciate. Leaving the philosophy aside, it's fucking hot to watch and be watched in any role. That communal reassurance that a room full of pigs offers us is beyond words and feeds upon itself. There's a rhythm to an orgy almost like a communal dance or a choir. The bigger the better and we all know that on a fundamental level as if it comes from the aether.

Nice story for sure. Be nice if it has to be moved to the backroom section here.

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Being watched takes things to a whole other level. I LOVE sucking and getting fucked, I'm submissive, it's all about a guy using my holes for his pleasure. I love feeling like a slut just there to be used, one on one is great but add another person or people watching and it's a whole other level. Went to a party last weekend, As soon as I walked into one of the rooms a guy comes over and asks if I bottom, I said I'm all bottom and grabbed his cock. He said then bend over, I bent over the bed, he lubed up and mounted me. His first full thrust I moaned and said fuck ya and looked up, three guys were watching. I laid there, enjoying the thick cock that was fucking me. Dude used me for 5 min or so then pulled out and said I need to stop, don't wanna cum yet. Fuck I hate parties for that reason, so many guys waiting to cum. Oh well, I stayed in position and watched as one of the watchers came over and took his place. Love looking into others eyes while cock is in my ass, telling the top how good he feels. A third guy fucked me, none of them came but loved being used for all to see. After #3 I got off the bed and went to check out another room. Can't wait till this weekend to do it all again.

All my last hookups from the apps have been raw. None have asked me to use a condom. I do put that I'm on PrEP in my profiles. A couple have asked in person to sort of confirm that I'm negative, but none have asked me to wear a condom. I rarely hit up a profile that says safe only or mentions using condoms. Also usually when we are chatting I mention that I want to breed their ass.

All my last hookups from the apps have been raw. None have asked me to use a condom. I do put that I'm on PrEP in my profiles. A couple have asked in person to sort of confirm that I'm negative, but none have asked me to wear a condom.

I've been enjoying this sTory thoroughly since you began it @DevilDawg, and thank you for loading a few chapters at once, allowing us to have a longer time to get aroused by your hot story-line. Loved having Dad be one of the three when all was 'exposed' shall we say, very fun! Please don't feel like you are not getting enough feedback - you are doing a great job and I for one am looking forward to more!

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Im rather hoping that Jake's twitching hole makes him reflect on what Leroy has just told him, and realise he is a chasing cumdump, and perhaps snaps out of it when a top (perhaps one from yesterday's roulette game) notices him aline at Breakfast and gives him a quick brutal fuck before the announcement, and presumably the next roulette game where I am sure Jake will be even more keen to perform and score well! @pozchaser21 Great writing and I look forward to the upcuming chapters :)

One of the absolute ALL TIME best stories - I've blown off loads to this one numerous times and had for years I waited for the fourth chapter that the other three chapters teased at. Finally wound up getting to know the author (on-line, virtually) through messages and emails and zoom, and I was lucky enough to have him send me the fourth chapter that he had indeed written but never published on Nifty (or any other site, for that matter....) @CrazyOVP and @Oxone.