FabGuys.com forum: A story of submission. Pt3

By *ightDilf OP Man
5 weeks ago

Ryde

Journeys end

My trip through the country side was taking ages. My legs hurt and my bare feet were getting sore as well as dirty. My nudity had become normal to me but I was still keeping a wary eye and ear out for strangers.

Eventually the forest ended and I saw ahead of a vast green field. The latest marker indicating I should cross. So being the obedient slut I started off with the sun beating on my bare shoulders and no way to hide if anyone should chance along.

I crested a ridge and saw that there was a large county house, almost a castle, not too far away. I hoped this was my journeys end and trudged on towards it.

I finally came to a gate and found my next instructions along with some handcuffs and a blindfold. I was to ring the bell then immediately put on the blindfold and cuff my hands behind my back then wait.

I did as instructed - clearly the order of the actions was critical or I wouldn't be able to co plate the task.

The wait seemed interminable but eventually I heard heavy footsteps approaching me. I felt hands on my arms and a rough voice started talking in a language I didn't understand.

I was quickly subjected to yet another hard fuck then taken firmly by the arm led off to who knows where

By *ightDilf OP Man
5 weeks ago

Ryde

I was dragged into what sounded like a large space and my handcuffs were removed and replaced with quite tight leather cuffs. My ankles were similarly wrapped tightly in leather. I felt something being attached to each of my wrists and ankles then I was pulled into a spread eagle position on some kind frame. There was more rough grunting and comments in a language I couldn't understand before I felt something going on with the cage. It was being unlocked and taken off. This was good as my cock had been going quite numb.

Once I was free and hanging as nature intended I was very roughly washed tepid soapy water. The guy made sure he got everywhere!

Then the whole frame was wheeled off, bumping me over rough paved floors and into what I guessed was some kind of auditorium where I could hear the rustle of many people.

The lecturer was speaking English and was telling the audience about my journey. How I'd spent weeks cages and unable to experience the relief of organ. How I'd had many serial experiences on my journey.

It turn out he was running an experiment and was giving people different journeys then measuring how much they came at the end. The guy who had a similar journey to me but uncaged had already been on stage and produced a respectable amount. Now it was my turn.

A receptacle was weighed and then I felt a cool hand on my penis. Someone instructed the camera operator to get in close so the audience could see on the big screen as my penis was stroked into live and masturbated with an even measured pace.

I was biting my bottom lip and desperately trying to keep my moans of pleasure to myself but as I exploded and shot my load into whatever pot he was catching it in I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.