A group of college football players enter the lockeroom after practice--sweaty, dirty, jesting with each other. The strip down and begin to shower together, as is the usual. I am, however, missing from the group. I'm a part of the team, but more of a benchwarmer...or fodder for the bigger players. I don't shower with the team because I hide a secret between my legs. I wait for about half an hour, then carefully enter the lockeroom. It's silent, empty, and after peeking around a bit, I feel comfortable undressing. I walk into the shower area and turn the knobs; the water sputters to life, creating a loud, strong stream. I wash myself, getting all the grime from practice off of my body. The water runs down my chest, stomach, and wicks off my chastity cage.
Flashback to a time where, because of academic infractions, my student advisor decides to punish me by locking my cock in chastity. Now I'm forced to focus more on school and less on fun.
The noise from the shower drowns out all other sounds, so I'm unable to hear my teammates creeping up behind me. In an instant, one of them, much larger than I am, puts my in a chokehold from behind. I start to yell and fight back, but there's nobody else in the athletic complex at this hour. I struggle, and manage to bring the assailant to his knee, but his grip is too firm.. I begin to feel lightheaded, the sound of the shower fading away. I slip into unconciousness, a limp body on the shower floor. The other teammates approach me.
The next thing I know, I'm coming back to life. Things are blurry, hazy, and it feels like a lucid dream. As I gain my bearings, I instantly recognize that I'm tied up. I'm lying tummy down on one of the lockeroom benches--my legs tied together to the bench post, my hands tied down around the bench itself. My head is also kept down with a single rope around the back of my neck and the bench. I'm immoble. Helpless.
I'd like to enter into an agreement, with a consenting professional, to have my entire body pierced as part of a BDSM scene. For each piercing I endure, I'm awarded a day out of chastity by my mistress. It would be livestreamed on the internet so people can watch me squirm in pain.
Fully femmed and in my platform heels, I'd be restrained by my wrists and ankles to a St. Andrew's Cross. Starting from the top and making the way to the bottom: both my ears, both my eyebrows, a stud in my nose, two monroe studs, my tongue, two snakebite studs, naval, and finally an apadravya+ampallang cross at the head of my cock.
13 days of freedom...only to realize I can't masturbate anyway due to the healing piercing.
VARIATION: Make the stream interactive--allow users to vote on which piercings I get.
