Master Bennett typically preferred His evenings to be peaceful and quiet, not tonight though. Tonight, His dungeon was filled with Christmas music and the moaning of men in heat. Every year around Christmas time, He invited a few of His friends from the local BDSM club for a night of fun and debauchery that was not to be missed.
Master Bennett sat on the edge of a bed in the center room, watching over the gimp in the sleep sack next to Him. He smiled as he looked out over His guests enjoying themselves in every way that skilled kinksters knew how.
He noticed a young man trying inconspicuously to make his way over to Him. They made eye-contact briefly and Master Bennett gave a smile and a nod. Realizing that he'd been caught, the boy dropped his coyness and went straight to Master Bennett.
"This is a great party, Sir. Thank you for inviting me," said the boy.
"Sir." They're always so cute when they're trying to make a good first impression. Master Bennett thought to Himself. This boy was a fairly recent addition to the roster of typical club-goers. He often lingered on the outskirts of play sessions and demos, never really involving himself in anything. Master Bennett hoped that this party could help him get out of his shell or at least find someone he would allow to drag him out of his shell.
Master Bennett smiled back, "Of course, boy. I've been noticing you around the club, but we've never spoken. I'm the host, Master Bennett, as you've probably already figured out. And you are?"
"Tyler, Sir."
"Pleasure to meet you, Tyler." Master Bennett noticed Tyler taking frequent glances at a figure in a sleep sack on the bed next to Him. The figure moaned intermittently into his hood and gag as one of the guests edged his exposed erection. "He sure looks like he's enjoying himself, doesn't he, Tyler?"
"Yes Sir, he does. So, is that Your...slave, Sir?"
"Oh no, this guy belongs to someone else. My slave is over there serving guests," He pointed across the room to a muscular man in a neon red and green jockstrap giving blowjobs in the corner. "He got lucky today though."
"What do you mean, Sir?"
Master Bennett glanced at the bulge in Tyler's pants and smirked. "There's a game I like to play at my parties."
"Game?"
"My sub spends most of his time in chastity, so on special nights like these I like to give him some hope for release. I strap him into this sleep sack and expose his dick to the guests. I make them an offer: anyone can come up and tease my slave for any length of time they choose. If they manage to keep him on edge for at least an hour, they win a prize from me. I've got a few gift baskets I like to hand out to the Doms that win. Subs though usually play to win release from their own chastity cages. I've heard from some of the other Masters that They like to tell Their slaves that for every 30 minutes they keep my sub on edge they remove a day from their own chastity sentences.
"That's pretty clever, Sir. It sounds like a good time."
"Ah, but there is a catch, boy," said Master Bennett raising a finger. "If my boy ejaculates at all, even if it's ruined, even if it's the tiniest dribble of cum, he's free to go. And the edger is replacing him. Then the game keeps going."
The boy shrugged with a shy smile, "I suppose it could be worse."
Master Bennett chuckled, "You say that now, boy, but there's one last rule I haven't told you about. When the party ends, the last one in there gets locked in chastity for one whole month. Dom, sub, switch, whatever, it doesn't matter. It's a house rule. If you agree to play the game, you agree to the consequences.
Master Bennett could see Tyler's bulge growing. His eyes had subconsciously widened like a deer in headlights.
"I think most would agree it's worth the risk though," Master Bennett continued, "Your hearing and sight are cut off so your sense of time distorts. You're not sure if you've got hours to go, or if everyone has already left. You become aware of only two things: your overwhelming horniness and your earnest hope that the next thing to touch your dick is a hand and not the cold steel of one of My chastity cages. It's quite the rush."
"Wow, I imagine it is, Sir," said Tyler, sounding almost out of breath. Tyler looked over to Master Bennett's slave again, who had moved on to orally servicing another guest. "So has he ever spent an entire night in the sleep sack?"
"It doesn't often happen and believe me he's thankful for that. But last year my boy got edged for the entire night by a buddy of mine," he smiled remembering how His boy had started squealing and thrashing once he had reached the third hour of consecutive edging. "My boy very nearly burst into tears when I started locking him back up. To this day, Dom is one of the most brilliant edgers I have ever seen." Master Bennett looked at Tyler who practically had stars in his eyes.
"I'd sure like to meet Him."
"I'd be happy to introduce you, " Master Bennett smirked, "for a price."
The boy raised his eyebrows.
Master Bennett extended a hand to the boy in the sleep sack, who had started idly thrusting his neglected hard-on into the air.
Tyler licked his lips and shifted his weight back and forth.
"If you don't end up getting yourself into that sleep sack, I'd be happy to ask Him to meet you. But if you do end up in there," Master Bennett said, unable to contain an ear-to-ear grin, "you better hope He doesn't take an interest in you. Because when He finds a boy to edge, He likes to go on...and on...and on, usually 'till the end of the party. And we know what happens then, don't we?"
Tyler gulped nervously.
"So, what do you say, boy? Do you wanna play the game?"
