He and Katie had been seeing each other for a few months, and they enjoyed each other's company quite a bit. She was very petite, dark close-cropped hair, and had a winning smile. They laughed a lot, and they liked to joke because they shared a sense of humor.
It was early Sunday afternoon, and they had slept in, done the usual morning things, taken showers, had coffee, had finished a leisurely lunch when Katie said lightheartedly that she'd bought a surprise for him. They were in the dining room when she told him that, and he asked where it was.
"It's right nearby. But you need to take off your clothes to experience it properly."
"Now?"
"Why not? As good a time as any."
"Any clues?"
"Nope," she said impishly. "No clues. Do you want the surprise or not?"
"I suppose so."
"Okay, but remember: you asked for it."
The way she said that gave him pause, but he was curious.
"Everything?"
"Everything."
He took off his shirt, laid it on the couch, then unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans, slipped out of his socks, and stood there before her. She looked him over, and giggled.
"You look good."
He worked out with weights and biked regularly, so he was in good shape, a flat abdomen, a strong chest, thick hair, and an erection that rose halfway up. Half-mast, as they say.
She reached out and touched the purplish head gently, and smiled.
"You need to close your eyes and clasp your hands behind your back."
"Any particular reason?"
"You'll see."
He did so, and waited. He felt something around one wrist and there was a snap, then on the other wrist, and just like that, his hands were in handcuffs behind his back.
"What do you have in mind?"
"I think you'll like it. You can open your eyes."
She was standing on the other side of the room with her phone, holding it up.
"I'm going to send a photo of you to a couple of my friends."
"I'd rather you didn't."
"You don't have any choice in the matter, my dear."
"Just like that, a photo of me nude with my hands behind my back?"
"No, silly, I'm going to say that if they come over, you'll be at their mercy. I think we're going to have a party."
He started to feel alarm. He knew her friends, at least some of them, and he didn't want them to see him nude in a photo, let alone in person. He felt butterflies.
"A party with me nude?"
"Now you're starting to get the idea." She gave him that big smile. She tapped on the phone, then read aloud: "If you'd like to come over, I have some entertainment for you."
She paused and looked at him.
"Shall I send it?"
"That's up to you."
"I think I'd like to add a little something. Just to give them a better idea. This way maybe they can prepare."
"Prepare?" Did he really know Katie? Was she really going to do this?
"I bought something else too—I think we should try it out." She set the phone on the table and disappeared into the other room.
"Close your eyes again, sweetie."
"I don't think so."
"It'll be better if you do."
He heard her moving, and then felt something around his right ankle from behind, the sound of Velcro. He looked down, startled, as she pulled a second strap tight around his left ankle. He was wearing a shiny metal bar that separated his legs! He felt a moment of panic.
She stood in front of him, admiring her work. "Didn't see that coming, did you sweetie?" She reached out and cupped his scrotum in her hand and gave a squeeze.
"One more thing. Not a big thing."
"What now?"
She stepped behind him and slipped a ball into his mouth, buckling it behind his neck.
Walking across the room, she turned and looked at him with a crooked smile.
"Now that's an invitation photo! Is it ok if I send it? Say no or I will."
He made a muffled noise.
"I take it that's a yes."
She took several photos, and tapped out her message. "There. And send." She paused, then tapped in another message: "Bring something for our guest." She laughed.
It felt like an eternity, but eventually there was a knock at the front door, and then chattering voices.
"Loved the invitation photo."
"Yeah."
"What did you bring?" Laughter.
"Will he like that?"
"Like? Hard to say he'll like it. But we will."
More laughter.
The voices drew closer, and then Katie's friends Deirdre and Christine came in. Deirdre was a petite blonde, Christine almost his height, with purple-blue hair. They came over and stood in front of him.
"Well! I've never seen you quite like this before."
"Can we touch him?"
"You can do anything you want. He's at your mercy."
"At our mercy. Really." Christine's voice held a little bit of an edge. She ran her hand down his chest and stomach, down past his pubic hair, and cupped him.
"Can I?" she asked Katie.
"He's all yours."
She tightened her grip on his balls, looking him in the eyes, and he fought the urge to bend.
"What did you bring?" Christine asked Deirdre, still holding him.
"I brought a crop."
"A crop? Where do you intend to use it? On which parts?"
"I haven't decided."
They both laughed. Christine tightened her grip.
"Did he know what you were going to do?" Deirdre asked Katie.
Katie shook her head. "That's what makes it so delicious."
"Who else did you invite?"
"Just a few others."
A few? He was panicked now. Was this really happening?
Gagged, handcuffed, legs spread—he was totally at their mercy. It seemed like they were comfortable with this, like they'd done it before. Had they?
Christine had finally let go and was behind him. He felt her hand between his legs from behind, one of her fingers at his anus. He made a noise through the ball gag.
Deirdre smiled. She reached into her bag and took out a black and red riding crop.
"What did you bring, Christine?"
"That will be a surprise."
Deirdre ran the tip of the riding crop down his neck, and touched the end of his penis with its flattened leather wide end.
He tried to pull apart the handcuffs behind his back, but they held. They could see his chest and bicep muscles flex.
"He's trying to break free. Isn't that cute?"
Deirdre slapped the riding crop on the tip of his penis. She looked at him as she pulled it back again, then struck his scrotum from below with a thwack.
There were more voices in the entry way. Laughter.
"Would anyone like a drink?"
Katie's cousin Jennifer came in to the living room and stood before him. She was thin and wiry, with auburn hair. They could see the tips of her nipples through the sheer fabric of her shirt.
"Wow, he's a specimen. I like a widebody down there." She put her hand around his erect penis. "We can do whatever we like, Katie?"
"Whatever you like." Katie came in holding a glass of red wine. "The only rule is to be creative."
"Creative. Hm. The only rule?"
"The only one."
"I want to video Deirdre using her crop on him."
"Time enough for that eventually. Does everyone have a drink who wants one?"
"Scotch for me."
"Merlot."
"Riesling."
