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Many readers of my posts have asked for a description of George. Since he is me, that is an easy one. I am in my mid forties. Rapidly thinning salt and pepper head of hair. Wear a mustache. I am 6'1". 185 pounds. I am not into active fitness, although occasionally I do swim laps or ride my bike. I tan easily, so in the summer, have a nice even dark tan. I am into tan lines, so tan with a suit on. I don't have pecs that stand out, but I do have some nice nips that perk up nicely with they are given attention. I have the start of a belly, so I don't wear skimpy Speedos. I have a nice average uncut 6 1/2" cock. Nice balls that usually are snuggled to my belly, although I wish they would hang down further. And I shave my cock and balls daily. I enjoy men as well as women, although for the rougher sex, I prefer men. As you can tell by my stories, I like bondage along with some pain.
The main idea was suggested by TJ and Paul R. Thanks guys!
I was at home, all stiff and sore from being stuffed into that stupid gift box at the mall. I was also contemplating my next 30 days of being locked up in the seedpod. For some reason, I didn't feel so down, dejected anymore. This was sort of getting to me. Making me horny. Oh there goes my aching cock and balls. Now why did I think of that? It is getting me all excited and I can't do anything about it.
Maybe that was what was making this fun again. I remembered when I first put it on. Being that horny little devil in me. And then the frustration of not being to get off or get the pod off. To even touch myself.
So I just had to wait another 30 days. Larry had looked it over and said that I should be just fine without having to be let out of the thing. Might start rusting as I noticed a few scratches here and there.
So it was a long 30 days. Santa saw 30 little kids that evening. I wondered if Santa was in on it or not as he would call out the next visitor by number. So I could hear VERY clearly how many days it was going to be with every visitor. Larry does have many friends who are willing to help with his escapades, so who knows?
I was getting used to wearing the pod now. It rattled sometimes, but I learned to put some electrical tape around the lock and that stopped the occasional rattle. Some days I used a jock strap to carry the weight of the pod. It would tug at the wrong moment and I would wince in pain. People at work either hadn't noticed anything different or were just not commenting. But why would they notice? I was wearing my baggier Dockers now.
Larry said that unless an emergency arose, he would stay away from me. I wasn't going to get any teasing or any chance to beg for release. Also, by not seeing him, I wouldn't be "reminded" that he was controlling my next release.
Larry explained that at the end of the 30 days, which was New Year's Day, he would release me and I could have an orgasm. And then at that point, I wouldn't have to wear it anymore if I didn't want to.
I think that playing this game was rather exciting now that I had time to think about it. Lots of time now, as I didn't surf the web for porn anymore. I didn't go to the Adult Book Store either. Or watch porn DVDs. I didn't want to excite myself more than usual and feel the pressure as my cock tried to expand in the pod. And this time I knew the end was approaching although sometimes it seemed like it would NEVER get here.
Larry would call every couple of days just to check on me. I was getting by OK. I even wore the pod to a couple of family gatherings over Christmas. Of course, how would they know I had it on? And whose family checks each other's crotches out in the first place? And how would I get it off? I couldn't call up Larry and tell him I needed it off for a couple of hours could I?
At last, Larry said that he would release me at 12:01 on New Year's Eve. I could cum to his party and be part of his "hand's on" display. Whatever that meant. I just knew that I would be getting out of the seedpod and would be able to cum at last!
Larry said to show up about 8Pm so that we could get ready. Sounded interesting. And by now I really wasn't thinking with the right head again. I just wanted to get out of the pod and CUM! I arrived at Larry's. There were buffet tables set out and over in the corner was a bar. Larry took me to the back and suggested that I strip. Hmm. Oh well, I want to CUM! He then gave me a ball gag and told me to put it on. Then a spandex hood. It was a little different as it had some reinforcement and some D rings hanging off it. I could sort of see through it, but not very well.
He then guided me into another room of the house. He maneuvered me into what I realized was a set of stocks. One of my favorite things to do! This one had sort of a shelf/bench that I could lay my chest onto. That way I wasn't putting any strain on my back. He locked the cross brace over my hands and neck. Then he guided my legs into position and locked my ankles into place. I panicked a bit as now I would have to hold my head up the entire time. My neck would be so sore.
Larry then messed with my head and suddenly he clicked something into one of the D rings. He adjusted something and then I realized that the hood was now attached to something and it was holding my head up. I breathed a sigh of relief. So now I was spread open for all to see. My ass hole visible to all. My seed pod hanging down between my legs. The weight is pulling my package down. Larry gave it a tap and it started swinging. Then he tapped it again. My cock ached to be released and here he was doing this!
The doorbell rang and Larry left. Soon it was ringing pretty regularly. I heard people walking around, talking. Occasionally someone came by and tweaked one of my nipples, pat my butt, tickle my arm pits, but otherwise I was just left alone. Then I heard a cart approaching. It stopped by me. Then the person walked away. Drink cart? Dessert? Someone walked by and then stopped. I heard them rummaging around on the cart. Then I felt hands on my nips and OUCH! They clamped something to it! Then the other one! OUCH! I was unprepared for this and moaned into the gag. They laughed and walked away. At least it took my mind off my crotch for a bit.
Then suddenly my ass was on fire! Someone whacked me with a paddle back there. Unannounced! And again. This caused the seedpod to sway. I didn't know if I was going to be able to last until midnight!
Then someone fumbled with my seedpod. I knew it wasn't cumming off as it was way too early. They messed with it for quite a bit. And then it started to buzz. NOOOO! The tingle was just too much for me. My cock tried to swell but it couldn't. And the buzzing kept on and on. Then the buzz changed. It started to go in sync with the music that was playing in the background. I was panting. Then there were fingers at my ass hole. Lube being pushed in.
Then some more fingers. First one, then a couple. Over and over. I could smell and hear people around me. Someone flicked my nipple clamps. I groaned. This wasn't fair! The fingers were replaced with a narrow dildo. In and out it pumped. Then a larger one. It was hitting my prostate. I could feel precum drooling out of my cock into the catheter. There must be a puddle on the floor by now.
Then someone removed the dildo and shoved a HUGE butt plug up there. It probably really wasn't all that large, but it sure felt like it. Then everyone walked away. I was drooling both from my cock and my mouth. I tried to catch my breath. My heart slowed. Actually, this was rather good I thought. This torment. My cum was going to boil over at midnight for sure!
Then I heard footsteps approaching. I heard them at the cart. I braced myself as I heard the whoosh of something going fast through the air. WHACK against my ass. It was a belt. Then again. The they would do one cheek, then the other. They slowly moved so that the belt was cumming from near my shoulders. This made the end of the belt snap against my taint line. OUCH! Then they slowly moved the whacks so that the tip was hitting my tingling seedpod. Oh that hurt! The belt would cum down right between my ass cheeks. Hit the butt plug, go along my taint line, and snap against the pod. I was crying by now. Tears being absorbed by the mask. Nose was running. I was groaning. Then it stopped. Many hands started to caress my hot butt cheeks. Then all over my body. Many, many hands. What a strange sensation to feel them caressing me all over like this. Soon I wasn't crying anymore, but whimpering into the gag. The hands removed the nip clamps and I screamed as the pain came again. The many hands then rubbed and tweaked the pain away to be replace by pleasure.
I felt someone fumbling with the pod. Much fumbling. Then suddenly it was open and my cock sprang out. Harder than I think it ever has been. I screamed into the gag that I wanted to cum. A hand grabbed it and started to pump it roughly. I don't think it was three pumps and suddenly I felt my cum boil up and the dam burst. I screamed as the cum traveled up my cock and shot into the catheter. I don't know how many times I shot. I lost it. I was cumming at last.
When I finally finished shooting, the many hands unlocked me from the stocks. They helped me out and over to a couch where they laid me down. Then I felt the pod being removed from my crotch. It felt so good to have that being removed. The hood and the gag were carefully removed. There was Larry standing there. He told me "Happy New Year" and gave me a bottle of water.
I sank into the cushions and savored the after glow of my wondrous orgasm. Hmm. Maybe being locked up isn't such a bad thing after all?
HAPPY NEW YEAR!