Bachelorette Party Favor

Ryan lay in silence faceup, sealed in the box that had confined him for most of the hour, awaiting the arrival of the bachelorettes and the bride-to-be. He was to be the centerpiece of the party, well a part of him would. At first glance the box that contained him would pass for a piece of fine furniture, a game table of sorts in front of the sofa with chairs placed around it. Inside the box, Ryan contemplated what the night was to bring. He was fairly comfortable in darkness and helplessness from his bonds that keep him in position.

Starting out in a black zentai suit, he was encased from head to toe with a sheath open at the end for his penis. The zippers to the zentai suit were closed and locked together in back. A red ribbon was tied to hold the end of the sheath closed until the inviting moment. Padding between his legs kept them feeling too much pressure as he was zipped from behind snuggly into position in a heavy lycra sleepsack attached to the front of the box with internal sleeves and a long zipper which, along with the cushioning in the latching cover behind him, pressed his hips firmly against the front of the box. The only part of him free to move was his cock presently inside its lycra sheath extended through a very comfortable opening in the box and sleepsack containing him. 

But that was for later. For now, his sheathed penis was out of sight, inserted through the bottom of a box on the table full of sex toys to get the the party moving in the right mood. Outside was Margaret, who would be the leader of this party. Ryan was introduced to Margaret by Dale whose business was to provide erotic parties for ladies wanting a little something exciting and different. Margaret would run the sexy games with Ryan's bare cock as the centerpiece and be Ryan's only protection from these ladies should they become wild in a way that would hurt his penis soon to be displayed for their pleasure.

At the proper time, once the ladies were gathered, Margaret would remove the toys one by one from the box until all that was left was his lycra covered sausage. At first they would think it was just another erotic toy until Margaret would raise the box off and reveal that there was something special about this toy. It was real and attached to a real man who shall remain nameless inside the table, presented to the delightful surprise of the excited ladies. The sheath would be peeled back and the games would begin. To them, Ryan was to be nothing but an anonymous, captive cock for their stroking and teasing pleasure for the night. Margaret really did all the work. Ryan just had to lay their and take the the stroking and pleasuring that the ladies dished out, starting with keeping him on edge for at least the first hour. Once they began, his vulnerable cock would never be left alone, but for now, all he could do was try to relax in his dark, helpless confines.

Ryan had arrived a week earlier at Dale's place with curiosity. He knew of Dale's special kinky entertainment enterprise. He and Dale had been friends for a long time discussing their various interests in tight clothing and bondage. Ryan had given Dale an opening when he wore a turtleneck leotard and tights and matching balaclava to a party as part of his costume. Dale read him right away and, in time, dragged out of Ryan some of their mutual interests. And tonight he was looking for a substitute to occupy one of his newer and kinkier party toys for an upcoming bachelorette party. It called for  a pretty special guy and so far, besides himself, Dale had shared this job with one other who was going to be away that weekend. So Ryan knew he would be having a couple of beers with Dale and then get down to business of, well auditioning for lack of a better term.

"You ready to try this?", Dale asked, handing Ryan a cold brew. "You will have to be in it 3 or 4 hours. We'll need to see if you are up to it.

"Yeah, I think so." Ryan noticed a black silhouette draped over the sofa. "Is that the suit?"

"Yes, that's the one.  I thought of you cause you are about the same size. Let's get you into it while you enjoy your beer."

"Sure" As Dale handed him the suit, Ryan noticed the sheath for his penis. It was open at the end but tied closed with a red ribbon tied in a bow. "Guess there's not room for underwear inside this."

"You kidding?", laughed Dale. "Or maybe you've never worn a zentai suit with a sheath before."

"No, I've worn zentai before. I love the all over squeeze of the lycra. But the sheath is going to be new to me. I can't wait. BTW what happened to your partner? Why did he quit? Was there something he did not like?"

"Oh no, he loved it. I can tell you that cause we took turns being inside. What you are going to enjoy is a combination of encasement in the zentai, bondage and sensory deprivation, while at the same time, long slow erotic teasing totally out of your control! If he hadn't had to go home for a family reunion, it would be my turn in the box."

"Where's the box, Dale? I heard you were a master cabinetmaker and made this special. When can I see it?"

"As soon as you are settled into your zentai suit. Leave the hood down. I will close you up after you've seen how it works. "

Ryan eased out of his clothes until he was standing nude with the black zentai suit  he was to don. With a deep breath and  a "here we go" he slid one rolled up one leg of the suit, stepping into it, then pulling it up to his knees, followed with the other leg. As Ryan worked the silky tight fitting suit up his body, the excitement of the moment brought his penis to attention. "This will make it easier to fit it into the sheath," which was true. As Ryan worked the suit up to his waist, he eased his engorged cock into the sheath, now squeezing him all over. The rest of the suit went on like the others, gliding each hand into the gloved arms and raising the hood up over his head so he could position the suit and reach back to the zippers. Just then Dale walked in and zipped Ryan into his suit up to his neck, lowering the hood down in front of him.

"There! How does the sheath feel?"

"Very comfortable and strange at the same time. I feel encased all over, but that part of me never flopped around before."

"By the time we get you in place, that will be the only thing flopping around."

"Mmmmmm! The rest of me can't wait!"

"Well, I hope you feel that way when we get you inside", replied Dale, handing Ryan the rest of his beer to a hand now gloved in shiny black lycra."

"I'm ready" replied Ryan. "If fact I feel a little weird being in front of you in this suit with me hanging out like this. I know I am totally covered, but I feel very exposed at the same time. "

"By the time I get through zipping you in, strapping you down, and locking you inside, you will feel reduced to  nothing but a cock. That's the only part of you that  will get any attention from the ladies. And they will pick the time. For some of them, this will be their first cock to see and handle. There will be laughter. There will be squeals especially when they find out that they are handling a real man, you, as you spring to life. Margaret is an expert and she will teach them a lot on how to please a man. You are going to really enjoy that part. There will be something for both of you. The ladies will feel safe to explore because they will be dealing with you anonymously. They feel safe to be a little adventurous because you are locked in a box in darkness and cannot see who they are. It removes their inhibitions. And you will be enjoying comfortable and relaxing sensory deprivation of the lycra encasement and confinement with the exception of continuous teasing of your manhood. Come and I will show you to where you will be spending the next three hours and get your first dose of what Margaret can deliver.  We need to see if you can enjoy the immobility and stay relaxed, and tolerate a few surprises." That last comment got Ryan curious.

"Follow me," Margaret ordered seductively as she took charge of Ryan by his lycra sheathed penis and led him, getting accustomed to his lycra zentai suit with the hood still down, into the next room.

The box that was to encase him stood vertically like a phone both awaiting Ryan's entry. It was a lightly stained and nicely finished piece of wood furniture with ornate trim all along the sides.  "As you can see, it's padded all over. There are vents to continuously pull air through and I have installed some quiet computer fans in the foot of the box. You won't hear them but you will feel the air gently flowing in the vents. With the two layers of lycra you will be in, you won't be able to see, but the vents are designed to keep you in total darkness. The suit helps make the feeling of confinement uniform. We have found it to be less claustrophobic to just be hooded. The hoods and suit fits a little less tightly so you can be comfortable in it for the hours you will be locked in."

'Locked in' Ryan began to think about the confinement he was agreeing to and wondered if he was up to it.

"So the zentai will feel smooth and silky and prevent skin to skin contact which would get a little sweaty inside the box naked," Dale continued. "Its silkiness allows you to stretch and slide just a little bit while you are inside the sleepsack. The sleepsack captures your arms and keeps them at your side so you can't help things along yourself, can be frustrating," he chuckled cruelly. "If we have to rescue you out of the box, you're identity will remain protected as long as you remain closed in the zentai suit." Picking up the back, Dale pointed out the lycra covered foam padding. "This back is comfortable, but it presses your hips firmly against the front of the box so you can't pull back inside. We would not want to deny the ladies their fun would we. And oh by the way, we have thought of everything. Since you are going to be in there for a while, there is a water bag and a little sipping tube that will be in the corner of your mouth to sip on. So do you believe we have thought of everything?"

"I guess so" Ryan answered  nervously, still contemplating the thought of being 'locked in'.

"Let me show you how this mounts," Dale continued. "Once you are inside the sleep sack, we close the back and latch it. We have all kinds of pillows and pads to custom fit it to you." Dale lifted the back on and snapped the fasteners in place, applying locks in two places. "Once you are inside, Margaret and I will lean you back and set the box up in the mounting brackets on the end. Give me a hand now, Margaret". Dale continued as he and Margaret leaned the box back. "You will notice that the box is pinned at each end at two places off center. This is a safety feature we came up with, but you have to be prepared for it. If Margaret loses control of the ladies and they start to hurt you, she can pull a lever that only she has access to, and the box will instantly roll over so your cock will be on the bottom and inaccessible. It's a wild ride to find yourself suddenly face down and comes without notice. But it is also convenient if nature calls which will probably happen tonight with the beer you have drunk. My suggestion is that you drink little the night of the party to avoid that need. But you will have a toe switch you can press if you need attention for anything. Otherwise you are nothing but a 'cock in the box', hee hee, a 'portable glory hole', 'a party favor'. 

Dale and Margaret confidently and carefully slid the box into its mount and showed Ryan the release and how the box would flip over with him inside. Ryan was certain they would be doing that with him inside that night. Ryan was getting steadily more aroused at the thought of his coming predicament.

"So are you ready to get started, Ryan?"

"I suppose so."

"I certainly am," chimed in Margaret as she reached around Ryan from behind, pulled the hood over his head, pulled the zippers closed in back, and applied a lock to the zippers before Ryan could even think of changing his mind. Margaret ran her hands all over Ryan's silky lycra encased body teasingly avoiding his cock. There would be plenty of time for that part later.

Margaret led Ryan to the box, now standing up awaiting its prisoner with the lycra sleepsack ready for him to step into. A few adjustments were made to put Ryan's sheathed member at the right height. Then, with Margaret's help, Ryan stepped into the box and into the bottom of the sleepsack. Margaret worked the sack up, sliding Ryans arms into the internal sleeves, and sliding his sheathed cock through the opening in the sack and through the hole in the box. As the rest of the sack was pulled up over Ryan's head and the back zipper closed sealing him in, straps were pulled behind Ryan to steady him in the box. The back was placed behind him with pads and pillows applied to keep Ryan steady and quiet inside. Once the latches snapped shut, it got very quiet, but not for long as Ryan could feel himself being leaned helplessly backward and rolled about, then lifted into place in the mounts. Words cannot describe how vulnerable one feels with their cock protruding out of the box and no way to pull it back. Even through the box, Ryan could hear them talking to him, though muffled. "How do you feel?" 

"Surprisingly comfortable"

"OK, we are going to keep you like that for an hour like you were waiting for the party to begin. Get used to it and get comfortable. You will know when we are ready to start."

After a few anxious moments, Ryan finally began to relax and developed what would become a familiar sensation of floating.

It seemed like no time passed until, without warning, hands were handling his vulnerable appendage and peeling back its lycra sheath, exposing it into the cool air. Then quiet again. There was no predicting what was to happen next and when. Ryan had only thought he was in full arousal, but he had never been as excited when Margaret applied the first squirt of lubricating cream. Already he wanted to relieve himself, but Margaret was clever and perceptive, keeping him on edge for the longest time with long slow strokes, then walking away leaving him frustrated and helpless to do anything about it. But she knew exactly when to return so as to keep him hard. Wow, this could go on for hours!!

"Now we are going to roll the dice to see how many times you will be made to cum before you are released. Hee hee.  Ryan could hear the sound of a single dice rolling on the table top that encased him. "Three"  That ought to be good for a first timer. Two hands began to lightly run up and down his shaft with brief fingertips at the the head. Then Ryan felt more hands and some giggling. 

"Hey how many are there of you out there?" Ryan shouted.

"Quiet, no talking. Cocks don't talk. That's all you are now."

But Ryan knew from the sounds and the laughter that there were several ladies attending to his exposed cock outside the box.

"OK, Ryan, just listen now. It's best that you do not talk at the party. At this stage you want to go as long as you can staying hard but not coming. The longer you go, the more we will pay you. And that will also be the most enjoyable time in the box. After the first couple of orgasms, we will just be milking you. "

With that advice, all I could do was lay there and take it. I heard the dice rolling on top of me. They were playing an erotic form of Russian Roulette, letting the roll of the dice determine how many light strokes each player was to give him without making him cum. Except when they rolled the same number as before, it meant that they would walk away and leave him frustrated for the same number of minutes. When one one rolled a 6, Ryan could hardly control himself past the fourth stroke and erupted into a gusher, making her the loser. The rule was the loser would have to participate in the next round with no hands. After giving their victim sufficient time to rest and recover, Margaret produced a pair of handcuffs for the loser and snapped her wrists behind her leaving her with just her tongue to stroke with for the next round, making for a good chance that she would be the loser again.

It seemed like time passed much faster after the first hour. From then on, Ryan was never left alone in the box. All in all he had been inside four hours and three orgasms later when he was released. He emerged exhausted, spent, and a little stiff from his confinement. But he could hardly wait until the party the following week. Dale instructed Ryan to wash out his suit and not to have any sexual activity until the party. There would be plenty of activity for him at the party.

The night of the party arrived. Ryan followed Dale's instructions and changed into the zentai suit with the hood down for the ride to the bachelorette party. Before they arrived, Margaret helped zip Ryan into the hood and closed the zippers together with a luggage lock. Only the hostess was there as a suited Ryan helped the Margaret and Dale unload the box and equipment and set it up in the room. Ryan thought he recognized the hostess, but thought it better to keep his silence as was the deal. To Ryan it was surreal trying to see through the lycra hood intended to isolate him from his surroundings.

After all was set up, it was time for Ryan to step into the lycra sleepsack and he was so ready, He felt so exposed flopping about in his sheathed suit, even though he was fully covered. The water tube was set in place as was the signal switch under his toe, and the suited Ryan was zipped into the lycra sleepsack, closed up in the box with the click of the latches and two locks, and lifted into position on the table mount to await the guests.
Ryan could hear the excitement build as the guests arrived and Margaret led them to the table with the box of sex toys on top. When she lifted the box and peeled back the sheath, revealing the party toy they would have for play with for the night, the squeals and comments went on endlessly. Ryan could only lay there and listen to their slightly muffled comments as Margaret got them into the mood to touch their new little friend and have each one take a turn holding it and learning all the places and techniques to make a man feel really good. Ryan wanted to tell them how the lessons were paying off, but his job was to be nothing more than the cock of the party.

The first roll of the dice produced a four, meaning these ladies were to have their way with him through four orgasms. He would try to hold off for the first one, earning more bonus and pleasure the longer he could manage. But one of the gals would have nothing of it. She didn't realize the consequences of losing until it was too late. Ryan was so excited, he started shaking and bucking uncontrollably inside the box until he release a gusher spraying her in the face. After a brief rest, Margaret started the next round, had the girls strip nude, and called the loser out.  "OK Angie, you get to play the next round no hands if you know what I mean". Then she snapped the handcuffs on Angie's wrists behind her before she could realize she would be using her tongue to stroke the unknown cock.

"No, let's make this no hands for everybody. I shouldn't be the only one", Angie protested.

Ryan recognized the voice and was almost certain it was the same Angie he had just met and had a date with for the next week. He was glad he was anonymous in his predicament. Then again, Angie would not want Ryan to know that she had been at a party like this sucking a cock she did not even know. So without a word spoken, it would remain their secret. As an unexpected twist, Margaret and Dale chose not to release Ryan form the box and instead wheeled the box with Ryan inside out to the van for transport. 

Funny thing, come the date, Angie and Ryan got intimate at her apartment. As she pulled out Ryan's cock to caress it. As she examined Ryan closely there was something about it that looked very familiar.

"Hmmm" sighed Angie.

"What?" snapped Ryan, feeling possibly busted.

"Oh, nothing" replied Angie grinning approvingly.

06.04.10