Nope

After a week of chastity, I'm losing hope that whoever claimed my session will come forward. I'm either going to spend the rest of my life with blue balls or face a risky surgery that could leave me with none at all.

Nevertheless, I promised I'd go to Trina and Max's engagement party, so I start getting dressed. The invitation said to dress well, but casual, and to bring a swimsuit. I looked over the instructions for the CyberLock and it's apparently perfectly waterproof, so the only issue would be if someone saw it.

I put on a short-sleeve button-up shirt and khaki shorts before packing up my loosest swimsuit. I grab the coffee machine that I bought Trina and Max and wrapped with the gift receipt inside, fully expecting them to return it.

As I head out the door, I feel a cool sensation on my balls and receive a message on the CyberLock app: "Were you scared I'd left? It's pretty hot outside. You'll probably want to cool off a bit." The device gets colder.

I lock my door and discretely reach into my shorts, feeling the cool metal on my hands.

Suddenly, a sharp shock is applied directly to my cockhead. I get another message: "You're still not allowed to touch yourself." The pain subsides and the cool sensation continues. I shoot back a message immediately: "Who are you?"

I contemplate how the keyholder could have known I was touching myself on the drive to Trina's party. I know from my research that there are no touch sensors on the outside of the device, but maybe I'm mistaken. I pull over and start fondling my crotch. Nothing but chilled metal. Whoever is doing this must have been able to see me at my house, but isn't around now. After a couple minutes without a response, I start driving again and try to put my mind off it until tonight.

I arrive at my destination, park a bit up the street, and approach the house. It's so quiet I wouldn't believe there was a party if I hadn't been invited.

I ring the doorbell just as the door swings open.

"Hey, glad you could make it," Max says, firmly placing his hand on my shoulder and pulling me inside, "The party's just starting. Trina will be joining us soon, she's just changing."

As he walks me into the living room, I can't help but notice the sheer _lack of party. _There are no decorations, no snacks, and - most surprisingly - no guests. He sits down on the easy chair in the corner and gestures for me to take a seat on the couch. I oblige.

We sit in uncomfortable silence for a few moments until I blurt out, "So how many guests were you expecting?"

"Just a few," he replies, "It's more personal that way."

He starts getting out of his chair. "Damn. What's taking her so long? I'm going to go check on Trina."

As he leaves the room, I feel a wriggling sensation around my shaft and I nearly scream. I rush to the bathroom and open the CyberLock app. "This is a really, really bad time. Please make it stop." And it does. I send, "Thank you," flush the toilet, and step outside the bathroom. I start walking back to the living room.