Kyle was a young, shy, and handsome college senior. Doing track and field kept him fit and quite muscular but being shy he never made many friends in college and always kept to himself. However, Kyle had a deeply hidden secret, for most of his college life he had a great interest in bdsm. He had learned early on that he enjoyed being bound and restrained and even more so humiliated. He had fantasies about being bound and gagged, shown off, and put on display for others to see.
He kept his desires hidden from his few friends, family, and his unbearable roommate. Unable to do much of anything while living in close quarters with his roommate he had to indulge in his desires online. He turned to reading stories and joining message boards and some kinky bondage sites. Looking at photos of gear and when his roommate wasn't around jerking off to photos of boys in chains and straps hanging from the ceiling or being used by multiple men.
One late afternoon while scrolling through a message board where people would often post looking for hookups with others or occasionally people hosting events, one post caught his eye "Exhibitionhist Slave wanted for bondage party". He clicked on the ad and scrolled through the details.
"Looking for slave who likes to be put on display. Must be clean-shaven, young, and fit. Able to withstand long hours of bondage and torture. Will be played with by guests and will be in some form of restraint all evening. All wear will be provided along with transportation to and from the event. Must have interest and experience with heavy and extreme bondage. Compensation of five Thousand dollars for a single event".
Kyle's eyes almost popped out of his head, five thousand dollars! That was almost two weeks of his pay working at the restaurant. He hit apply on the application before even finishing reading the entire thing and filled out his interests, limits, and stats. Attaching a photo of himself as requested and a few of him in some bondage he had done. He shut his computer and went to bed dreaming of being wrapped up nice and tight.
In the morning Kyle awoke and grabbed his phone to see a new email from the message board, he had been offered the position, his heart lept out of his chest, he would finally get to indulge in some bondage and get paid to do it his dream scenario. He was given an address and told an SUV would pick him up promptly at four. He got a shower, shaved made sure he was smooth all over, and packed a small bag with his wallet, ID, and some cash just in case.
He headed downstairs to see a black car waiting out front, he opened the back door and got in. The driver sped off without a word and stayed silent the entire trip despite Kyle trying to make conversation. Soon they ventured out of the city and into the countryside, the homes turned into mansions with large acres and lawns way out of his price range or even anything he thought he had a possibility of owning one day.
The car turned into a large estate as Kyle looked out the window he saw a mansion sitting atop the hill before him. As the car pulled to a stop in the front garden he stepped out and saw quite a hustle and bustle. People taking tables, and chairs out of vans, and caterers bringing food inside through the front. Other people were unloading what he recognized as bondage furniture out of a large truck and bringing it in through the side of the house.
Kyle saw what he recognized as a Saint Andrews cross and what looked like a bondage chair before he was grabbed on the arm by the chauffeur and led to a smaller hidden side entrance to the house. Once inside the driver grabbed his bag. Instinctively Kyle tried to reach for it but as he did he heard a voice from behind.
"Hello Kyle I'm glad you decided to come." Kyle turned around to see a tall sleek man in a suit, with a slight Italian accent, he had his hair slicked back and was what most would call a silver fox. "I am James, It was my ad you responded to and this is my event here." It is a bondage night where many high-paying powerful guests come to play and see others played with. Most often bring their personal slaves to use or let others experience as well.
"I have invited you here to be my slave on display for the event. And of course good food and plenty of money so I'm sure that swayed your decision." It certainly was one of the main reasons Kyle was here; the bondage was just a bonus.
"Well the party will be starting soon all the food is getting set up so we better get you ready. John will help you and make sure you're situated for this evening." James gestured to a large muscular gentleman standing in the corner. Tall and wearing heavy army boots and a tight leather tank top with black cargo pants, Kyle was strong but this many could easily overpower him but there was no backing out now.
John led Kyle to a small room off of the dining room, he could hear the festivities being prepared for the evening but he had more important things to focus on. "Strip" being shouted from John cut him back to reality as Kyle took off his clothes and laid them on the bench. He was told he would receive these as well as his bag back when the festivities were over. John instructed him to put all the items in the plastic tub under the bench and then make his way out into the dining room when finished, he walked out with the door slamming behind him.
Kyle opened the tub and pulled out a rubber suit, he had seen them online and always wanted to try them but never had the money to buy one, or the time to put on one with his nosey roommate always popping in unexpectedly. This one made of high-quality rubber shown in the afternoon sunset peering through the windows. Heavier than expected and With much effort Kyle slid the suit on and zipped up the back, it was tight clinging to his body like a second skin pressing on every inch as well as holding his already erect cock between his legs.
He pulled out a pair of black leather boots, slipping them on his feet and lacing them up, followed by black rubber gloves and a restricting rubber hood. After some time he was encased head to toe in rubber. The only thing left was a large rubber cock with a note at the bottom, "To fill your hole," followed by a smiley face.
With no lube, Kyle hesitated but spit on the large silicone monster and unzipped the back of the suit between his legs. With some groaning and a bit of work, he gasped as the large cock invaded his ass filling him up. He quickly zipped the suit shut and stood up only further pushing the beast father inside him. He took a large breath composing himself, he had come this far, and even if he wanted to leave what was he going to go home dressed in? Certainly not this. He opened the large oak door and walked out into the main room.
Kyle looked around and saw people rushing every which way, the room was three stories high with huge glass windows to his right overlooking the back lawn and pool. To his left, a bar and catering were setting up food with a balcony overlooking the festivities from above. He noticed bondage equipment being placed all over the room as well, crosses against the walls, tables with whips, gags, and chains. Spanking benches and cages were placed out on the back patio around the pool for added entertainment. Certainly giving off old money vibes he thought to himself.
