Guess who? - The third to arrive

There was something familiar about the way he smelt but I couldn't be sure. He was very handsome and had a million-dollar-smile. He had gray hair, but it worked well on him. It went well with his beard. Almost like a silver fox. When he shook my hand, I melted immediately. He just exuded charm.

"Nice to meet you," he said. Then he turned to my partner and said, "You picked the right boy."

Was that a hint? I could have sworn he winked when he said that but I'm not sure if I am reading too much into it. The smell. The wink. Hang on. "Boy?"

Could he have been one of them?

Two other guest had arrived about 10 minutes before him, and I'd spent all the time trying to suss them out.

I had to guess who out of all the guests at the dinner table; one, two or maybe three out of everyone who was coming for dinner had possibly seen me naked, cuffed to the bed and helped unlock my chastity device for a clean. This cleaning happened once a week for three weeks while my partner was away for a month of work.

This way, I never got to cum in all the time he was gone and that I never touched myself. I didn't know who this person or these persons were. Arrangements were made for me to be in some form on self bondage while they can in to do what they needed to do and left. The last guy had a bit more fun - he came on me and edged me loads - before locking me back up.

Tonight, I had to guess who they were (or he is), otherwise, I remain locked up. I had just gotten a text to put on my chastity device before everyone started arriving. The problem is not all of these people there are our kinky friends so I had to be careful in my probing.

I haven't yet figured the earlier two out when this one arrived.

There was a tingling in my gut and crotch - I'm not sure if his presence got me horny or that my instincts were going on hyperdrive. All I know is that I've been in contact with this person before except I don't recognise him. How is that possible?

"Does your hubby still go for his runs? my partner suddenly asked him, with a smirk on his face.

A loud roar of laughter was the reply.

That laugh.

Could it be?

"Occasionally when I feel like it," he then said.

"When I feel like it?" I thought to myself.

No way.

I just stared at him. Then tried to imagine him without the beard and with darker hair. Then the laughter again. Oh gosh.

Way.

It almost felt like a different life and I had totally forgotten about it. I was much younger then, still at university. This was in the early days of the Internet so there was no smartphones, no Recon. This was the days of Gaydar.

I was initially afraid to put my face on my profile but he still messaged me. There was something about the profile, he said, that made him send me a message.

"Bound for life," my profile headline read and he was intrigued. Was it a subtle reference to BDSM, he asked.

It was.

He lived about two hours away from me but as a poor student then, I couldn't afford very much to make unnecessary trips. Also, while we were both kinky, it didn't appear from the outset that our interests matched. Still, we chatted for about six months, and occasionally jerked off on webcam, before we actually met.

The plan was for me to take the train to where he was to meet him for a drink. As friends, he had said. It was a particularly impulsive trip but I had a rough week at uni and wanted to get away. We had been chatting the night before - well, webcamming - and he suggested, after he had cum, that I don't and that I come by to pay him a visit. No expectations for play, he had said, but don't cum just in case you decide that you want to do something.

I went over for several reasons: first, we had chatted for a while and I counted him as a good friend so it would have been good to meet; secondly, I really needed to get away; and finally, I was horny. So what if we didn't have much interests in common.

He was the sweetest person I had met. He picked me up from the train station and we walked around the town all afternoon. Later, we went to grab a bite for dinner. Then had a couple of drinks. He bought the first two rounds so I wanted to buy him another, but he said that he had plans for the night so he shouldn't be drinking that much.

"You're welcome to stay the night if you want to," he told me. "Like I told you, no expectations."

I was horny so I only blushed.

"Well, it's a shame you have plans for tonight because ..." I trailed off. He knew immediately.

"Oh, I already had an idea of how to incorporate you into my plans."

It had been a couple of days since I'd cum, and with the edging session on cam the day before, I went hard immediately. He must have sensed because he said that we were to leave immediately and he just stood up. I blushed more as I raised to show something else that had risen up in the lower regions.

He laughed.

We didn't say anything more in the journey from the pub to his house. As I got out of the car, he grabbed my hand assuringly and said, "Trust me".

I saw a man sitting in the living room, the moment the door opened. He was handsome, chiseled and had a million-dollar smile. Upon noticing us, he walked over and introduced himself. When he shook my hand, I melted immediately. He just exuded charm.

And then I caught a whiff of him. He smelt amazing.

They sat me down and explained that they were partners and would often time incorporate a third into their sessions. If I was game, they said, then they would prep me for the night. I agreed.

My friend took me into his room to prepare myself. It was almost 11pm by then so I knew we had to rush. I was made to strip, take a quick shower and present myself back. When I returned, I saw several things on the bed.

There was a pair of rubber shorts, a collar, a gag, nipple clamps and wrist cuffs. He made me put them on one at a time. Then, he asked me to raise my hands and he cuffed my hands to some straps attached to the door.

His partner then came in, still smelling great, with a cup of water. Except that it was ice and immediately, they placed my balls in the cup. I yelp in surprise but it didn't take long before what they wanted to happen did. My cock went soft and on came a chastity device.

"Let's make it three days, shall we?"

While my friend put the device on me, his partner was fiddling with something else. The moment it was locked on, they turned me around and told me to relax and breath slowly. They were going to put a small plug in. Worried that it would fall out, they attached the plug to the chastity device using some sort of harness over the rubber shorts.

I was well geared up.

The key to the harness and chastity was then put onto a chain and placed around my friend's neck.

"Since he likes the outdoors so much, some nights I let him spend some time outside. Usually, he's only in a pair of shorts and sneakers with barely enough money to make a phone call. Tonight, he'll head out with one extra thing - the keys to your devices around his neck," the partner told me.

They escorted me to the car - still geared up like that - and we all got in. My friend was dressed in a T-shirt, running shorts and sneakers. I could see the chain with the keys showing around his neck. Then, a blindfold was put on him. Because I was gagged, I couldn't say anything. So he continued explaining.

"I'm going to drive him out to a strange location now. Once we get there, he'll take his T-shirt off and get out of the car and we'll drive home. When we get back, I'll put you to bed. Except that you can't remove any of those things before he gets home. If he doesn't arrive by 5am, then he'll be punished when he gets home.

"If he doesn't get back by 7 then he stays out for the rest of the day and you'll stay locked as well because I'm heading to work and you're not to let him in. It should be a fun night."

All I could do was stare at him through the rearview mirror. My cock tried to get hard in the cage but couldn't. I wanted to touch myself so bad but I just couldn't reach it the way he had my hands cuffed to the harness. I tried and tried the whole journey, just inhaling his scent that has since filled the car.

I cupped my CB in my hands and was shocked that I could even do it. Then I heard a cough and looked up. It was him. Smirking. Still smelling so good.

"You zoned out for a minute," he said. I then realised I was in the restaurant and everyone who had arrived on the table was looking at me. He looked down at my crotch, and back up at me. He smirked again. "Reliving fond memories?"