Boxed and Shipped

The story has been written for entertainment purposes for consenting adults only. It contains escapades of male on male sex. If you are not of legal age or if you consider this type of writing to be morally offensive, then do not read the following story. It is your own responsibility to adhere to these terms. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at: my88reliant@yahoo.com

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.

Thanks to Ruffy for the internet based idea Thanks to Tj being at the County Fair idea in the "adult" section and having someone figure out who I am from the cardboard box chapter

On my way home from work, I always stop in my apartment building lobby and get my mail. Sometimes when waiting for the elevator, I glance through it and even open some of it. One such time, the large plain envelope that came intrigued me. It didn't have a return address listed. I ripped open the envelope and pulled out a picture. 8 x 10. It was of me. It was rather grainy; looking like it probably had been taken by a cell phone. I was naked.

I blushed and flipped the photo over in a panic. Glancing around to see if I was alone today. No one was near me while I waited for the elevator. My heart was thumping. I had broken out in a sweat. It was a photo of me that day that I had been trapped in the cardboard box in the lunchroom at the warehouse. This photo showed me when I must have just finished collapsing and the box was all around me. I was lying there with a dazed look on my face. My hard cock pointing to the ceiling and cum dripping off of it.

The elevator arrived and thankfully I was alone in the car. I leaned against the wall. Why should I be so upset. I wasn't married. Wasn't even like I had a significant other. My co-workers knew I was bi. So did many in my apartment building. So what was I afraid of? So someone captured me in a moment of bliss.

I put the photo on the back of my desk and just forgot about it.

It must have been several days later when I was at work the next photo arrived. We have one of those mail clerks, I always think of the "Rubber Band Man" from those OfficeMax commercials, who delivers the mail and packages in our building. He came by and dropped off my mail. I shuffled through it and I came upon another one of those envelopes.

I stopped dead. My mouth went dry. My heart started thumping again. I slit open the envelope, looked around to see if I wasn't being watched, and pulled out the photo. Another 8 x 10. Another grainy cell phone pic. This time I was running across the lot. Those handcuffs whipping around my ankles and dangling from my wrists. Cute ass with wires hanging down.

Why was I so upset again? So what? I love being exposed like this. But this means that someone is jerking my chain. Playing with me. Who is it? I racked my brain trying to see if I remembered anyone at the warehouse rang a bell. But I was so disoriented that I am still surprised I had it together enough to drive away.

I went over to the shredder and got rid of the photo. Didn't want that floating around here at work. Yes, they knew I was a little kinky, but I didn't want to offend anyone's sensibilities if they should happen to cum across it in my cubicle. Not that you can tell it was me. Although I suppose, if someone saw me naked before, they might notice similarities.

I put it out of my mind.

It was Friday afternoon about a week later and there in my work email in-basket was an email from one of those generic email addresses one uses when they want to remain anonymous. I hesitated to open it. It just said pictures. I was just about to delete it when another email appeared with the title "Open the Pic Email George". I figured if it had gotten past the filters my company has running, it at least didn't have a virus attached. I opened the email. There were several more pics attached. I glanced around and then opened each one. More grainy shots of me at the warehouse. The last photo showed a shot of my car driving away. This time the person had circled the licensee plate that was visible in the photo.

At least now I understood how the person knew who I was. But why were they doing this to me? They either didn't know that I didn't care if people knew what I did to myself (well, had done by others to me), or he was playing with me. Tormenting me. I hit the delete button and went to the restroom to wash my face and calm down. Seeing those pics made me horny. Maybe this was what he was intending all along. Not to blackmail me, but to keep me horny. Another way to play with me. I thought of Larry or Andy, as they were the ones that put me there.

I called Larry and explained what was going on. He laughed, said it could be something he would do, but no it wasn't him. Andy said the same thing. Cool idea, but not his. So I tried to just forget about it. This guy will let me know the score soon. It had been a week since the pics and email and I had decided that nothing more was to cum of it. Friday evening, Larry called me at home. I figured that maybe he wanted to do something over the weekend, why else call me Friday evening?

Larry said that he found out who had sent the photos. My mouth went dry. I asked how he had done it? Larry explained that actually he knew the guy. Just hadn't realized he was behind the pictures in the mail. Said that this guy had been a guest at his Halloween party. Liked the ghoul in the box. Asked who it was. Larry had told him that he would have to ask me first. The guy said that he already knew who I was. It was the guy who fell out of the cardboard box at the warehouse wasn't it?

Larry said that he had to agree, figuring he still wasn't giving out my name. The guy (his name is Steve by the way) explained he had traced the license plate from my car. His roommate's sister worked for the DMV. Very easy. So he knew my name. Steve wanted to know if I was interested in maybe some more kink similar to the warehouse.

Larry said that Steve was to be trusted. He had done some "fun" things with him in the past and whatever he does, is done safely. Larry said that Steve had something that he wanted to "share" with me. And Larry gets to be there too.

I was excited, but rather apprehensive at the same time. Larry's ideas had turned out to be so hot for me. I got off doing them with him. I didn't know this Steve at all. But if Larry trusted him, maybe it was worth a shot? I told Larry that I was "up" for it. Larry said he would pick me up in the morning. Be ready.

I was ready for Larry on Saturday morning as promised. I was so horny. Excited and scared. What would this Steve guy have for me? I know that Larry said that he had done "fun" things with him in the past and trusted him. But I didn't know this Steve. What if things were too intense? Larry wouldn't have complete control of this situation as he had in the past.

Still, when I was waiting on the curb for Larry, there was a drool stain forming at the crotch of my jeans. Larry pulled up. When I opened the car door, he asked if I had my ID with me as I was going to need it where we were going.

Going? ID? All sorts of kinky ideas stormed through my head. I wasn't ready for any club. Larry hadn't said anything about something like this. Larry saw the apprehension in my face and told me to calm down. Everything was OK. Larry said that he trusted Steve. I buckled up. We drove for quite a ways. We left the city behind. We came up to the State Park that is outside the city limits. Larry pulled in. Hmm. Larry had a park sticker on his car, so we didn't have to pay the fee. There by the main gate, I noticed a huge banner announcing a Blues concert today.

Larry drove around through the park. As we drove, the music got louder. Larry parked and we got out. Larry said we were going to the festival. Huh? What kind of fun are we talking about here? It was open to the public and already by 10 it was getting crowded. Larry walked us through the throngs of listeners until we got to the Beer Garden. Adults only. Carding everyone. So this is why I needed my ID.

We got through the gate and Larry took me to the back of the garden. Here were the restrooms. In a previous life, the restrooms were a WPA (Work Project America) building. Originally, back then, the city didn't have swimming pools so the State Park built a nice swimming hole along the shallow part of the river. Complete with changing rooms. Actually, there were huge affairs, but open to the sky. 9 foot high walls kept things private. Everything was open to the sky. The changing "rooms", even the toilets. The toilets were long gone, but the piss trough along the wall was still there, with water rushing through to take away the piss. Where the changing rooms used to be were now rows and rows of Porta Johns. Larry started into the rows. Larry said we needed to get to the last row back in the corner. I told Larry the rushing water was urging my bladder to let go. So I whipped out my cock and emptied my bladder.

AS we round the corner of the last row of Porta Johns, we bump into a guy carrying an armload of toilet paper. As we scramble to help him pick them up, Larry introduces me to Steve. I look up and see an older gentleman. More like a bear of a guy. Lots of wonderful curly hair. Flying in the wind. Notice his hairy arms too and wonder if it is thick like that all over as I eye the bulge in his crotch. I swear he gave it a twitch just for my amusement. My cock starts drooling right then and there.

Steve looks me in the eye and I am no longer apprehensive. I would have done whatever he wanted without even knowing who he was. Steve tells us he has to finish stocking the Porta Johns. Turns out Steve owns the company. Nice sturdy units. Not the flimsy blue ones we normally see. Looks like they will stand up even in a strong wind. Also, they look to be a bit larger than the standard ones. Steve notices me looking them over. He says that he is in high demand, even if he charges more. Customers like the heavy base and the solid feel when one is using them. Easier to get in and out of and when one has to pull their pants down, there is actually space to do it. No scrunching around in these. Harder to tip over. So Steve doesn't have as many calls about dumped ones. When that happens, they usually they are a mess, even if no one has used them first.

Steve directs us to go back to the middle section and he will be right back. I turn to Larry and give him a huge smile. Larry laughs. He pats my crotch and my cock gives a lurch. Larry says that what he is touching isn't letting me down. It knows what is upcumming is going to be worth it.

Steve came back empty handed. Steve explained that these stalls aren't really used all that much unless the park is filled to over crowding and the beer is flowing freely. Usually these stalls are used for release of other fluids, which he said to me with a wink. I blushed, I don't know why. This was what I was here for wasn't it? But this isn't quite what I was expecting today. I thought I would be restrained somehow and used against my will. That was at least what Larry implied when he asked me if I wanted to "play" with Steve. Steve stopped in front of a Porta John that had an "out of order" sign taped to it. I noticed the one next to it was also out of order. I looked at Steve. I looked around. These were the only two that had out of order signs on them. Why here? I couldn't imagine after seeing how Steve was so proud of his product that he would allow two stalls to be out of order at the same time. And right next to each other.

Steve reached out and opened the door to one of them. I just stood there. He motioned for me to come on over. What I saw was not what I expected. The guts of the stall were gone. Actually, the wall between the two was missing too. It was a nice sized room now. And at the end of the one stall was a wooden bondage chair. My cock lurched in my jeans. It had gone soft earlier when I was feeling disappointed that all we were going to do was have a fuck/suck session. But now, this was what I was here for.

I stepped into the room. Looking around at all the toys hanging from the walls. There was a stack of electronic gadgets in one corner, but they didn't appear to be anything to do with electro-sex. I don't do electro. But since they looked more like computer stuff, I just glanced at it. I was drawn to the chair. Nice heavy wood. Sanded smooth and varnished. It just gleamed. I touched it. Actually more like a caress.

Steve said that I should strip and get my ass in that chair now!

I started to strip. Kicked off my flipflops, no socks today, then the shirt, then the jeans (no underwear for me). It didn't take me long. I was so excited. My cock was bobbing in the air. I noticed how light it was in here. The roof was a white translucent material allowing the sunlight to enter. Larry was already opening a tube of lube. He told me to bend over. I spread my ass cheeks and I felt the cool lubed finger start to probe my hole. I grunted. It felt good. Then it was two fingers. I was starting to already buck myself up against his hand I was so horny. And he only had the first two fingers in. Soon he had shoved all four in. Working them around. My cock was drooling now. I told him we had better stop or I was going to shoot.

Steve meanwhile had been fiddling with the chair. When he moved away, I could see he had installed a rather fat long dildo to the seat. Had smeared it good with lube too. Steve told me to get myself down on the chair and impale myself on the dildo. I moved over and positioned myself over the chair.

I felt the cool tip of the dildo at my hole. I slowly let myself settle down on the pole. It was rather fat. Ever so slowly, I felt my ass lips part. Stretch. Stretch some more. I let myself down more. I felt the dildo pushing my ass lips in. Trying to invade me. Then suddenly I felt my lips open and accept it. I gasped. I was stretched. I knew I could take it, but usually I had been played with for some time to loosen me up. I settled down until my ass cheeks hit the chair. I was stuffed. I was breathing heavily. I looked up at Steve and Larry to see what was next.

Steve smiled at me as he started to strap me into the chair. First he did the ankles, then my thighs. I wasn't going to be bucking out of the chair or climbing off the things stuck up my ass either. My legs were spread far apart. Leaving my crotch open. Then he did my wrists, forearms to the arm rests. Then a strap across my chest. I wasn't going anywhere. My cock was bobbing in anticipation. Drool dripping off. Larry brought out a hood and pulled it over my head. It had eyeholes and a mouth hole. I asked what the mask was for? Steve just smiled and said I would find out in a bit. This WAS intriguing. What would I be needing a mask on for inside the Porta John?

Steve then reached over and grabbed what appeared to be a large U shaped bolt. He then grabbed my cock and balls and gave them a nice tug, pulling them away from my body. He pushed the U shaped bolt over the top of my cock and balls, pushing the bolt through two holes in the seat. Then Larry was underneath. I felt the bolt tighten. I was now bolted to the chair by my cock and balls!

Steve rummaged on the shelves and turned back with a roll of duct tape and a small vibrator. He reached down and laid the vibrator alongside my cock. Then took the tape and started wrapping it tightly to my cock. When he was done, he lifted my cock straight up and then taped it to my stomach, so it was pointing up. Just like Larry did when I was in the box. My cock was throbbing it was so hard. I was squirming already in the chair and they hadn't even started anything. Just hooking me up was getting me worked up. What will I be like later?

I asked what else was going to be hooked up to me? Steve explained that he sometimes uses nipple clamps, but not today. I will be in here longer than a couple of hours and he doesn't want to damage my nips as once they leave me, I will be in here by myself and they won't be cumming back.

What?! I ask how they know I will be OK, meanwhile my cock is getting even harder in the tight wrap. This is so cool. To be trapped in here without anyone checking on me. Steve points to the corner where the electronic equipment is. He says that he links to a website that uses online cams. Anyone who is a member of that site can select which cam he wants to watch. My torment here today will be sent to thousands of viewers! In real time. I break out in a sweat. How many? Will they know where I am?

Steve says that no, they won't know where I am other than inside a Porta John. As he was talking, I see him open up a laptop computer. It is booting up. I can see the screen from where I am. Now I am looking around in the room. How did I not notice the webcams before?

Steve steps to the side and I see the monitor cycling through some webviews. One is of my face behind the mask. I can see my eyes and lips. Another is pointed down at my crotch. I see myself bolted to the chair. Another is pointed at my legs, but it is down low, so you see them from the front. Another view is looking up at my crotch. You can just see my balls at the edge of the chair. Another view is of me in the chair. You can see all of me squirming there. And then the last shot is a view outside the Porta John.

At first I am afraid. I am really exposed here. Everyone out there is looking at me. But then, this is one thing I do like. Knowing everyone can see me naked, but not knowing who I am. My cock is straining against the tape. It feels like it would burst the tight confines.

Steve moves back to the chair and messes behind my head. He says that he wants to attach another strap. This time, it is a thick padded strap that goes around my neck. It securely pushes my head back against the chair. There is a pad there to cushion my head. And the strap is so thick, I can't bend my neck down. So I am truly trapped.

He then moves something between my legs. I feel something lay on top of my balls, exposed like they are with my cock taped upright. Then it is gone. Suddenly, WHACK! I grunt. It slapped my balls. Both Larry and Steve laugh. They move aside. My head is secured staring straight at the monitor. There, I see in the cam pointed at my crotch is some sort of apparatus. At the end it looks like a pancake flipper. It swings down and hits my balls. OUCH!

Larry steps out of the Porta John. Tells me to "have fun". Steve stops at the door and turns to me. He tells me that not only do the guys at the website watch me in real time, if they pay a fee, they get access to a range of controls. They can choose to push various buttons that will allow torments to occur to me while I am strapped in. They only get to press one button at a time, but if many guys are watching, they could all press a different button at the same time.

Steve then walks out and lets the door slam. But I notice that it isn't locked. Just the sign saying it is out of order is all that will keep someone from entering. And I am not gagged. It is going to take extreme will power to keep quiet in here.

I am sweating in the chair even tho it isn't hot in the Porta John. What is in store for me? I watch the monitor slowly page through the views of me. If I were watching on the website, I would probably be sitting there with my dick in hand, stroking as I watched the scenes rotate. What a hot setup this is. And being able to see what is going on outside. Knowing when someone is there and what someone out there in cyberland will do when they are there.

I see two guys walk around the corner. They glance back. They aren't being followed. I immediately remember what Steve says about on slower days, guys come back here for relief. The cam outside is a fisheye view so I can see both ends of the row and all the Porta Johns. They walk down the row and glance at the one that I am in. They must see the sign. They go in the stall right next to me. I hear them talking, but I can't quite make out their voices as they are keeping things low. But I do distinctly hear a zipper going down and then a belt bucket hitting the plastic floor. Then lots of umming and "that's so good". "Take it". "All the way now". Then a "I need to fuck you".

Then he must have shoved his cock up the other's ass as there was a loud yelp and then he must have started to fuck hard. The stall next to mine was rocking and hitting my stall. This was so hot. Listening to them fuck. Not being able to do anything with my cock. Stuck here just listening. Steve knew what he was doing. Being a voyeur but not being able to take advantage of it.

Suddenly, the vibrator on my cock buzzed. Man it was intense. It was stronger than usual vibrators that I have played with. Almost numbing! And this guy held it down too. Strangely, it felt good. It buzzed so strongly it made my balls tingle too. And to hear those guys going at it next door certainly helped. I could see my cock jumping on the monitor. Wish I could see who was pushing the button!

The buzzing just wouldn't stop. The guy was nuts. On and on. And the guys next door were getting more vocal now that they were really getting into it. Suddenly I heard the familiar "TAKE IT"! Suddenly all I heard were moans, sounding in time with a cock squirting up an asshole. Then shuffling around. I saw the door open and one guy step out. Adjusting his jeans, groping his crotch, rearranging himself. Then he saunters off. The door opens again a bit later and out steps the other dude. This guy had time and space to get his act together before exiting the stall. He glances around and then walks away. At least someone gets to cum. The buzzing stopped and I am so horny!

Then something starts to tickle my right foot. Huh? He never said anything about this. I try to watch the monitor. There! It is sort of a feather wheel. I can't pull my foot away. AND IT TICKLES! I start to squirm. It keeps up. You know how you get when someone tickles you? You start to laugh, then shake? And if they keep it up you start to laugh so hard your eyes water and you can't catch your breath? That is the point I am at now. And for some strange reason, it only makes my cock ache harder! I am jumping the best I can in the chair. The dildo in my ass is keeping me anchored though. A shot of the outside appears and thankfully there is no one there. I burst out laughing out loud. Then it stops. I am heaving I am so out of breath. I have to sit here for a couple of hours?

I am going to cum pretty right quick here. Then what? The dildo in my ass starts vibrating. Then pulling out and back in again. Nice and easy. Although with it being so fat, it stretches me again even tho my ass lips are already wrapped around it. The buzzing is just as intense as my cock was. Then SLAP. Out of no where the paddle slaps my balls. I grunt out. Then I panic and look at the monitor. No one outside. My cock starts buzzing too. This is too much and I feel the cum building in my balls. I almost feel it slowly charging up the shoot and then WHAM! I cum. It is angled upwards so it hits my chin I am so charged up. I see in the monitor it dripping off the mask.

Another shot, but this one just lands on my chest. Actually it hits a nipple. How cool seeing it dripping of my right nip. I shoot a couple of more shots and then I am spent. But the buzzing continues. I scream out. I am rather sensitive after I cum. Then all motion stops. I am panting.

Both feet are now being tickled. I soon am laughing so hard I can barely breath. Then I panic. I see a guy turn the corner. He is alone. He looks up and down the row. Then steps into an end stall. I don't think he is close enough to hear me, but I can't hold the laughter in. I am wheezing by now. He steps out shortly and looks directly in direction. Glances around as if wondering what is up. Then suddenly he looks over his shoulder and leaves. I see two other guys who are obviously hot for each other by the way they are walking turn the corner and thankfully go the other direction. They both step into a stall. I now am gasping for breath. Tears are running down my cheeks under the mask. The tickling stops. I see myself spasoming on the chair around the dildo. Whew. What fun this is going to be.

In the monitor I notice a group of guys now cumming around the corner. They head directly my way. It is almost like they know where they are going. They stop outside my stall. They just stand there staring at it. Almost like they are staring through the door at me. One of them has a cell phone to his ear. Talking. Smiling. They all look rather clean cut. Then suddenly EVERYTHING goes off at once. My feet, my ass, my balls and my cock. I couldn't help but give a yelp. OH SHIT! They all break into a grin. Everything is going non-stop. I am laughing and churning around. The guy with the phone says something. They all laugh and keep looking at the stall. I am trying to stay quiet, but I still let out a gasp or whine every little bit. This is just way too much. My cock never got soft. I can feel myself approaching the brink again.

The guy says something into the phone and then to the guys again. Then all stops. I am out of breath. It is hard for me to catch it. I am wheezing. The guy with the phone points at the stall and says something. The guys all turn to each other. Talking and grinning. Then they walk away. It is almost as if they knew what was happening to me in here. Another second and I would have cum again. I am so horny now I almost wish I would have.

I was so out of it on my sexual high, wanting to cum, but nothing to push me over the edge, that I didn't notice that someone was again outside the stall. How long had he been there? Did he hear anything? And why was he right outside my Porta John?

When I managed to focus, I noticed he had a laptop open. I suppose there is wireless access back here for Steve to use. So why not? The guy moved up to the stall and turned to lean his back up against my door. I heard him thud against it. Then the guy moved the laptop just right. I could see the screen. He was looking at me! He was holding the laptop purposefully this way so that he could let me know that he knew I was in here!

I panicked. The door wasn't locked. Just banged shut. The guy hit a key. My cock started buzzing. Someone else must have seen him outside too as then the dildo started to buzz. When it had stopped the last time, it was fully extended. Now it was buzzing my "go" button. I was bouncing around. Almost like I was trying to fuck thin air, trying to get some "traction" to help me get off.

I was bucking in the chair. The guy could see me in here, so I now figured there was no point in trying to be quiet. I shouted out I needed more as I wanted to cum so badly. Please! Suddenly SLAP! Someone now chose to turn the paddle on. It hit me. Someone can read my lips. I said I needed more!

I was grunting, squirming around. My cock drooling. I could feel the cum starting to pool again. I was in a sex fog. I would do anything now to get off I was so high. Then the tickling started on my feet. I started laughing. I was so high it only took a second or two and I was out of breath. I was gasping out loud now. I wasn't even paying attention to the monitor anymore. My goal now was to CUM!

AND IT DID! I screamed out with the first blast. I was so far gone I felt it hit my face. Then the other shots landed on my chest. But the buzzing and paddling kept on. I now was screaming in pain. Please stop I sobbed. Please! But it kept on.

I know it wasn't more than a couple of minutes, but it just kept up. The paddling, the buzzing. The tickling of my feet stopped though. But I really didn't realize it. I was being tormented by the three guys. They must be sadistic to do this to me. Especially the guy outside the door.

Wish I could see his face. I was now squirming on the chair, not because I was horny, but I wanted to get away from the torment. Why do I do this to myself? Sure it was worth it when I was getting off, but now I was paying for my pleasure!

Suddenly all three stopped as if they were communicating with each other. If I hadn't been strapped into the chair, I would have collapsed. My face was wet with my tears. My throat was sore from screaming for them to stop.

OMG! I quickly looked at the monitor. Had anyone else heard me back here beside the guy out in front? The coast was clear. The guy must have left when he was done with me. I tried to calm down. There was no clock for me to watch. I felt my cock shrinking in the tape. It was sore. So was my ass. Thankfully the guys were leaving me alone to recover a bit.

I watched the monitor cycle through the images. Nothing. It cycled for quite some time and still nothing. Now this was a new form of torment. Sitting there, waiting for someone to do something and no one was paying any attention to me now! The dildo in my ass was starting to get uncomfortable.

As if they read my mind, the dildo started to move in and out again. I just cycled. Nothing else. It felt good to me to actually have something happening now. I had rested up and now my cock was starting to get hard again. I could feel it starting to compress against the tape. Then the buzz in my ass started. Oh it felt so good. Amazing, a short bit ago I was begging for it to be turned off and now again I wanted it on! What kind of nut was I?

Then the buzzing started on my cock. My balls were tingling again. I was bucking against the dildo and humping the air. I wanted to cum again. How crazy is that?

Then in the monitor I noticed a guy walking purposefully my direction. Did he know I was in here? The paddle started and I forgot about him. Ouch. My balls were so sore for the last time and now it was more pain than pleasure. It took my edge away.

The guy walked up to the stall and yanked on the door handle. I almost shouted out in fear. I knew the door was unlocked. I could see that from the inside. But he couldn't get the door open. He went to the other door of my stall and tried that one too. WTF? Steve must have some sort of lock that makes it look like they are open.

That was a shock to my system. I had lost my edge. But now that I felt safe again, I could feel myself starting to climb the peak again. The tickling of the soles of my feet started. I could feel the familiar tingle in my balls, despite the slapping.

The guy started to pound on the door. This made me lose the tingle in my balls. What was this guy doing? Then the ball slapper started up again. I grunted out a NO. This was hurting me now. Not pleasure. The guy stopped pounding and asked through the door if I was OK in here. Did I need help?

I was struggling to keep quiet. The buzzing and the slapping. He had to be hearing it. Wondering what was going on in there. And despite the fear I was feeling at getting caught, I was starting to climb the peak again. How strange was that?

Then in the monitor, I saw Steve coming this way. He stopped outside the Porta John. The guy who was asking if I was OK, noticed the company logo. I could see him talking to Steve. Steve grabbed his crotch and gave the guy a big wink. This stopped the guy in his tracks. Looked back at the Porta John and smiled sheepishly. Then said something to Steve and walked away.

I was getting closer. I was losing my mind. I wasn't paying attention any more to the monitor. All I wanted to do was cum. I could feel it in my balls despite the slapping. Suddenly the door opened! The burst of sunlight just added to my stimulation. OMG! I came big time. I couldn't believe that I had anything left to shoot out of my cock. It felt like it was pulling my balls inside out. WONDERFUL!

I must have passed out from all the "attention" during my third cum. When I came to, there was Larry and Steve standing over me. I was unbuckled from the chair, but I was sill sitting on the dildo. They both asked if I was OK. OK? I felt great. Sure my ass was sore, my balls would ache probably for the rest of the week, but I sure felt good.

Larry said it was time to get me off the chair and dressed. He would take me home.