To the first of these gentlemen

I woke up completely naked, wearing a chastity belt fitted with dildos and plugs that filled my vagina and anus in such a way that I could feel them inside me, especially as they vibrated like demons within me, to the point that I was breathless, almost unable to breathe from the turmoil. My hands were bound behind my back with handcuffs, my feet were shackled with leather bracelets connected by chains, nipple clamps were on my nipples, I had a dog collar, everything was secured with padlocks. I was in an office setting with bookshelves on all the walls, a countdown on the wall indicated less than 20 minutes.

At the four corners, men wearing balaclavas—two white and two black—were kneeling, their hands bound behind their backs. The hoods obscured their sight, hearing, and mouths, and they were erect like stallions. The size of their penises horrified me, but what struck me most was the plastic ring at the base of each penis, holding keys. I would have to use my mouth to try and slide the rings open to release the keys.

I dragged myself painfully toward the first man, my chains rattling against the cold floor. The vibration of the dildos inside me intensified abruptly, making me let out a muffled moan as I knelt before him. His erect penis glistened with sweat, the tight plastic ring at its base throbbing in time with his pulse.

I lowered my head, my trembling tongue first brushing against the burning skin of his groin. I tasted the saltiness of his skin beneath my tongue as I tried to grasp the ring with my teeth. The vibrations inside me intensified, making me tremble from my knees to my shoulders, each pulsation of the anal dildo crushing my breath into short, hurried gasps.

The man groaned softly behind his balaclava as my lips grazed the swollen glans, my mouth fumbling for the right grip. My teeth slid across the moist ring as another wave of vibrations washed over me, forcing me to arch against the Black man's penis. The vaginal dildo slid deeper, triggering an involuntary spasm in my belly. A trickle of saliva ran from my mouth onto his taut testicles as I finally grasped the edge of the plastic.

The ring resisted, gripping tightly around its base. I managed to move it slightly with my saliva; clearly, the only way would be to **** the penis as deep into my throat as possible and tighten the ring so it would slide up the entire length without hurting this fine specimen of a male. But I had never before managed to take a penis of this size.

I gritted my teeth, feeling the plastic of the ring slide between my lips as my throat prepared for the ****. The dildo inside me vibrated so intensely that my thighs trembled, each pulse synchronized with the frantic beating of my heart. I took a deep, hot breath through my nose before slowly pushing myself down the throbbing length, feeling the head bump against the roof of my mouth.

The ring kept slipping, almost returning to its starting position, turning my actions into a veritable blowjob. The man moaned louder and louder as the seconds ticked by, the dildos inside me further complicating my attempts.

Tears welled in my eyes as my jaw stretched beyond its limits, the glans throbbing at the back of my throat triggering a gag reflex that I fought by gripping the chains around my ankles. The plastic ring finally gave way a millimeter under the pressure of my incisors, sliding cruelly along the prominent vein.

Just as I was about to free the ring with the first key, the man ejaculated in a copious stream, moaning as he did so. The hot, thick jet hit the back of my throat, startling me so much that I instinctively swallowed, the salty, musky taste filling my mouth. My tongue, still busy trying to slide the ring off, was overwhelmed by the second, thicker wave that cascaded down my chin and chest.

Miraculously, I managed to keep the ring in my mouth with its key, but it was clearly not the key to my wrists.