BoiToy Productions: Pilot (Patreon)

Ok, so here it is. A lot went into this since I've wanted to do this one for awhile. What better time then as a big thank you to all you guys who got us past our stretch goal.

I want to do more of these, make it an ongoing series with characters and  narrative. I already have a possible part 2, 3, and maybe even 4, but I want to wait to see how you all like the pilot. If no one else is really feeling it then there's no reason to continue. 

This in a nut shell is the big project I want to undertake. Either releasing this story once a month to all of you or just making a big ol E book with covers and alike. I don't know. Honestly I'm rambling now cause idk if anyone is going to like this. Leave me your thoughts! 

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I sat at the coffee shop tapping my foot nonstop. They might have put too much sugar in my order, shit. Well that’s going to make this a bit more jittery then usual. 

It’s not like there was anything else I could do but drink while  Ashton was off making the arrangements. Bean is always good at spotting when someone is into me, how it goes further then that is beyond anyone’s guess. It pays and it beats and office job for sure.

Suddenly my phone buzzes. It’s a txt from Ashton.

*beep beep*

“You got a gig. Get your ass out here.”

~Bean

I wasted no time. I walked out the exit and was greeted by the three of them. Two very pretty baristas and my best friend Ashton aka Bean. The first barista was short, curvy, she had a goth/punk feel with her gages, black hair, and big glasses. The other one was taller and slimmer rocking some wavy red hair. Her thin frame didn’t stop her from having big breasts though. In the middle of them stood Bean. The cameraman. They all smiled a knowing smile.

“Sup Boytoy? Time to get to work!”

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“Wow, those two are kinky. Wanting to do it right behind the coffee shop? Geez, you’re getting gagged for sure on this one dude.”

Bean talked at me aloud while they set up for the shoot. There was a fire escape that was the perfect height. Tall enough that if we snaked some cuffs through it id effectively be left on my tip toes. Making me helpless. A small rug was already set down so my bare feet didn’t have to walk on the rough gravel.

“Urgh the shit you talk me into...” I looked at the two girls who were smoking and giggling off to the side. They turned to face my direction and wiggled their fingers at me in a teasing fashion. A chill went up my spine as my face flushed....

“Who knows. Maybe they’ll let you cum?” Bean snickered as they  climbed on top the dumpster with the cuffs in order to reach the fire escape.

I shook off the tease and removed my shirt, I couldn’t help but to keep looking at them though. They looked so... excited? “I don’t know man. I wouldn’t bet on it. You don’t exactly have the most keen eye when it comes to this.” I tossed my plain black shirt aside on the rug.

“Honestly that’s just what I’ll do. I bet the ginger makes you cum.”

“Pfff ok. If she doesn’t you have to give me the key for a day.” Having a day where I can take the chastity belt off would come in handy. I haven’t had a date in a bit after all. It’s hard to see Ashton’s eyes through their thick black hair, but Bean was clearly thinking about it, never really liking the idea of me out of chastity. Not since we started shooting this show.

“.... eh fuck it. You got a deal Boytoy. Now get those arms up.~” I rolled my eyes and did as Bean said, like always. I reached up as high as I could, it was a position that showed a LOT of skin, yea I was shirtless so that’s a given, but like, now my body looked as if it was inviting the things it was about to go through. The sight sure pleased the two girls, the ginger one pulling on her gum without even noticing. She was very pretty, she wasn’t even wearing any makeup, just having this casual sultry/ cute look to her face.

Bean got down right in front of me, using my body to steady them. Their mischievous smile showing as Ashton got in close and fondled the belt to my pants, threatening to remove them and possibly show me in chastity. “Should i do the honors or should they??..” That smile of theirs always made me nervous. It just had this erotic feeling that no one in this situation was on my side.

The two girls walked up. The short goth putting her hands on her wide hips. “I mean if you show us what’s in there, we’ll show you what’s under these.” The two baristas posed with their aprons being held by their thumbs, under them they were no longer wearing shirts. On their aprons they covered the upper left hand logo of the place they worked with big “hello my name is” stickers. The red heads name being Brittany and the punk one being Monica.

I couldn’t answer with my cheeks flaring red, so Bean took the lead. “Sounds fair to me!” They hopped back on the dumpster sitting behind me. Though not before they yanked my pants down trunks and all.  While Bean adjusted themselves behind me as I struggled and turned my body, it felt I was riving under the weight of my own humiliation. The red head legit laughed out loud while even the un-amused punk one wasn’t able to hold back a smile. I’ve never been shy about this stuff; I’m above average after all, but just the cage... Some one seeing it? Just gives the impression that my dick isn’t my own. You know? Honestly I think I would laugh too if it wasn’t me.

“Oh wow! Talk about a caged animal haha!” Brittany almost doubled over laughing at her own joke.

“PFFFF! It looks like a snake that spent too much money at Ren Fair....” Monica marveled at the shiny metal of the cage that hugged my dick tight at full growth. “Honestly I think it’s fitting. I loooove seeing big dicked boys get put in their place.~” she ended her sentence with a glare at me. Her words seemed flirty but her look was stern. Fucking hell.

I was left looking dumb struck. Just hearing them talk so confidently about my situation turned my head right around. Slack jawed, that’s a better word for it. Bean ever the opportunist took that moment to wrap the ball gag into my mouth. It was never too big or too tight but I wouldn’t be able to say anything that’s for sure. I felt Ashton hold my face up so I’d  look back at the two sexy baristas who went back to striking their “flash pose.” 

“Alright girls, now it’s your turn.” Bean’s entertainment was evident in their voice. I wouldn’t have taken my eyes of those two even if someone was holding a gun to my head. I was so turned on right now the cage was actually squeezing me a bit. My eyes followed their hands as they started to tug their aprons down to show their massive chests. Their boobs were about to spill out right in front of my eyes, that is until a blind fold was unceremoniously shoved over them. 

“Shit! Forgot to say, they requested a blindfold too. Haha, Sorry bud.~” Ashton lightly slapped the sides of my face to make sure the blind fold was secure. 

“MFF!!” I shook my body in frustration. That’s so fucking unfair! Why didn’t you just tell me before! URGH. I want to see so bad! No- AH! Ashton right then and there started dancing their fingers in my underarms.

“Well don’t use this as an excuse to be rude. Tell these ladies they look nice!” The fall of us all laughed, but mine was the one that was forced. 

“Oh come on honey. No need to be upset. Their JUST tits. Granted, their the best tits you’ll ever see buuuut...”Brittany’s voice was heard. She sounded like she was bouncing around, probably striking a bunch of poses, for a brief moment I felt them bump against my caged cock. They were so warm. I would have been able to enjoy them better if it wasn’t for the fingers dancing in my pits!!!

“Urgh you boys. So whiny when you don’t get what you want. Your friend is right, you should be complementing us. If your gonna act like a baby we’re going to treat you like one. And what do babies need to make them smile?” Monica’s voice was unmistakable from that forced tone of fake interest. 

After muffling out a few incoherent compliments that all fell on deaf ears the fingers relented and I was left alone, in between the two ladies it seemed. “Ok now lets just get that cock out and we’re good to record.”

This was always the most embarrassing part. Hearing the jingling of the key and feeling the gosling of my of my privates as I was let out had such humiliating feelings to them. Like I was being permitted. My cock throbbed to a full erection. I could hear one whisper something under their breath. A hand was firmly holding my shaft. I could hear it only slightly.

“You poor poor thing...~”

The hand stroked for a second and I absentmindedly thrust my hips. This was rewarded with my black briefs being snapped over my erection in order to cover me up. I would have liked to have been naked for a bit longer and feel completely free,  though you can’t say being stuck in your underwear is worse then a chastity belt.

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I couldn’t see shit but I felt everything. They used feathers on me. Soft ones. They must of had one for each hand cause I felt four of the bastards traveling my body in several different directions. It felt like the brown ones bean liked to cary around in their tool trunk. Uuurgh they tickle so bad. I can feel them rapidly dusting my ribs. It’s like I want to hold my body, calm my nerves but every tickle is making me wilder. They didn’t care though. They were busy tickling and answering Ashton’s questions, we were most certainly filming now. 

Who knew a simple concept of having a willing party be tied up and ready to be played with by you would become a hit on its own side of the net. These days you see it a lot. People in the mature industry having a kind of YouTuber quality to them. Every day people getting cameras and filming what they think the public  wants to see, only to become the next big thing. 

Apparently it seems people wanted to see me under the administrations of several different parties. The fetish community is a weird lot I’ll tell you that much.

“So how do you girls like being in charge?” Bean ask the two as he was no doubt zooming in on every bit of the action.

“Oh please, we only come back here all the time to smoke and talk about making boys our slaves.” I heard Brittany say, as she did two feathers started honing in on my left nipple. As they got closer the tickling got worse. Once both started to mercilessly tease my nub it was akin to a arousing zap of electricity.

“I’m always in charge.” Monica playfully scowled our while punctuating her statement with a slap to my ass, I heaved from the blow. “You know you like that, shut up bitch.” She then slowly inserted her hand into my pants, lightly palming my full, still aching cheek. Monica most have been holding her feathers in the other hand cause I felt a bunch of them congregating at my belly button.

“I hear that.” Ashton laughed out. They knew how sensitive my ass is and was probably finding it funny that I now had to try to play it cool. You know, not give away that her only lightly rubbing my bare cheek was making me want to scream bloody murder. “You boss around a lot of guys Monica?”

“We get lots of wall street jerks who come in. Most think just because they have money and a big cock their entitled to be worshipped.” She scoffed. “Yea right. If you love them even slightly longer then they can handle, their nothing. Boys never seem to learn that the bigger the penis the more sensitive it is.” I felt the hem of my briefs get pulled open, again revealing my cock to the world, her hand started to softly squeeze my ass, making me squeal.  “I hope you learn that Boytoy. That cock of yours maybe impressive, but to girls like me it’s the best spot to keep you under our heel.”

Brittany chimed in but now her voice was directly behind my ear. “Remember that one guy you had crying after 30 minutes with a feather?” She had changed positions to get a better shot at my horribly ticklish underarms. There was no hair in there to play with so she just resorted to teasingly scratch her long nails up and down into my hallows. “I walked in on them one time and there she is enjoying a lovely guy while he’s tied up kinda like this in the girls room. You should have seen his face! He looked like that feather was a knife! Haha!”

I couldn’t hear Bean’s reply over my own laughter, no doubt though these two were gold. Good news for the people who’ll be watching, bad news for my poor ticklish self. Brittany’s nails stopped doing short scratches in favor of long ones now. Her fingers would go right to the very top of my arm pit and just zip ALL the way down and then repeat. Meanwhile I felt the feather be placed on my chest and slide down. There wasn’t any other way to put it. These two are skilled. 

“For your sake Boytoy I hope you’re tougher.” Monica said in a harsh, warning-like tone. After she started to wiggle her double feather over the tip of my cock. From steel to feathers it seems. My head lifted to the sky and I screamed out in ecstasy. The gag was doing her job alright. My reaction was pathetic, but honestly.... Have you ever been denied touch for so long and then suddenly your forced to endure new, pure teasing sensations? Right on your most sensitive area? There isn’t much to do BUT scream.

“What about you Brittany? Are you as twisted as your friend here? You seem liked the cooler head to be honest.” Bean just casually ignored the hell I was going through to ask more questions. This is what gets butts in the seats after all.

The ginger behind me just laughed. “You’re kidding right? What do you think? I just left when I found them?” I felt her breath right against my ear now, along with her chest. Fuck me she’s been topless the whole time! God she still felt so warm. Speaking of chests, I felt her hands on mine again. “Nuh uh! I got behind him just like this... and..... I GOT HIS NIPPLES! COOCHIE COO!” She raised her voice out of excitement and nipped on my ear. Her index fingers meanwhile started to flick continuously on my sensitive little nubs.

At that moment I lost it. My body was wiggling around like a five foot eight worm. It tickled so fucking bad and whatever didn’t tickle made me white hot. Monica used that feather to perfection, kissing and teasing the right spots of my erection to make my eyes rolled back.

“Are you trying to pull away from me?” The angsty punk spanked me

again, but on my bare ass this time. I yelped like a dog. “Bad boy! That’s right bitch, laugh. Now come get this feather....~” I could only imagine her expression. I wanted to beg just from the SOUND of her. I’d have plenty of time to beg though as she started to spiral the feather around my long cock. She would do it again and again, sometimes with long spirals, sometimes-short ones. All of this made my balls even bluer.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle! Don’t listen to her cutie she’s just a mean bitch. You’re a tough boy aren’t you? Look at these tattoos over your chest and arms. Such a sexy man. You can take it.” The much nicer red head cheered me from behind. Only to be deterred by her friend.

“Pffff no he can’t.”

“Can so.”

“Can not.”

“Can so!!”

“MMFMFMFMFMFFMFFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMMFFMFMFMFMFMFMFFFFFFFMFMFMFMFMMFFMFMFMFMFM!!!”

They bickered, but it didn’t stop them from their tasks at hand. Not that they would ask me, but I had an answer to their question. No! I REALLY COULDN’T TAKE IT!!!

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“MMMFF! MMMMMF! MMMMMF!”

I heaved for each time I felt the pair of lips plunged down to swallow the length of my cock. It felt janky though, like someone was controlling it second hand. With the blindfold still on my head I wasn’t going to be making heads or tails on the world around me. Whatever was happening though got Bean to shut up in aw.

“Holy shit... your evil.” Was the only sentence I heard from them when I started to feel whichever girl’s oral administrations.

“I told you. I’m ALWAYS in charge.” Monica stated confidently. If she’s the one talking then it must be Brittany who’s doing the sucking. After the goth said that I could feel the heavenly lips of the red head get yanked away from me. With a pop and a sigh Brittany was ecstatic.

“AH! Come on M! Really grab my hair!~<3”

“I told you he couldn’t take it...” I felt a flick to my cock from one of the two ladies.

“Oh shut up and fucking use me again<3.” The excitement was undeniable in her voice. By the sound of it Monica was in control of the blowjob Brittany was giving by means of her hair? Was she using her friend as a flesh light??? Oh fuck I want to cum so bad.

“Mmmmmmmmffffffffff...” Was the only thing I could manage to whine out. As I did I felt a playful tongue swirl around the bulbous head of my penis.

“Shh shh shh cutie. It’s not up to you anymore.... gawd I want to feel you cum down my throaaAAAAHHMMMMFFFF!!!~” It was obvious from the sensations and noises Monica had no interest in letting her friend finish her thought.  I could feel the weight of her behind the blowjob now. The raven-haired girl was in full control, maneuvering her friend’s head in such a way that it would drive me fucking crazy. Ordinarily this is heaven, but after all that tickling, all that teasing, and just my general bad luck, the way Brittany’s tongue and mouth were causing me pleasure, it also tickled.

“Lets get something straight right now “cutie”. You’re. Not. Cumming.” She emphasized each word with a a pump of her best friends head. It was a double effort. Yea Monica was in control, but Brittany was also the one taking full advantage of my dick in her mouth. My god it felt good. Suddenly I felt my nipple getting pinched and teased. 

“Repeat it back to me like a good boy. NOW.” The barista from hell demanded. I tried my best, but as I tried the red heads mouth was right back at my tip and held there. From there her head was moved around and around, making sure every nerve of my cock was being stimulated. Tempted. If she didn’t stop I was going to cum! I couldn’t take anymore!

“Urgh. You’re taking too long.” She immediately grabbed my full nuts. “It’s going to be really hot leaving you behind with balls this blue. I want you to always remember us toy. Us too mean, nasty coffee bitches who made you their little slave. You’re so lucky.~”

Oh for fucks sake. This is so much! My cock feels like it’s about to pop off in protest!! And hearing Brittany’s excited squeals as she clearly got off to her friends verbal assassination of me. Just then I felt a pare of hands grab my ass with authority. With the last bit of energy I had left my entire body jolted like I was being stabbed.

It had to be Brittany using my ass as a grip so she could unleash hell on me. Her head bobbed rabidly. Was she doing this herself now??? Oh shit I was going to cum! Her hands might have been gripping the most sensitive part of my body but I was FINALLY GOING TO CUM!

Again Brittany’s lips were ripped from me. “Bad girl. You heard my decision. He walks away hard.”

“Oh gaaaaaaaaaawwd. M, your a real mean cunt... Then you know what? Better find a way to stop him. Cause like it or not I’m sucking this hunk dry. Doesn’t that sound nice Boytoy?” I felt a hand trace down my heaving chest. Oh god. Oh god I think I’m going to die. These two hot bitches were going to kill me, can I at least fucking cum first then?!?! Bean! Fucking call for time! They should know by now I’m at my limit!!!

“Oh is that a challenge? Brittany wants to be a nice girl now that she gotten to torment a cute nobody loser with a big cock? Fine. Bets on.~” There was a pause for about three seconds. What was going on? “Hey Bean. Where’s this boy most ticklish?” No! Come on! BEAN! Tell her to stop! 

“MMFMFFMFMFFFFFFMMFFF!!!!”

“Ass.” I was stunned at how quickly they sold me out. Oh god...

Without even second to lose I felt Brittany’s hands ripped away from my ass to make way for Monica’s. They hit their target with a full slap. Making my body heave forward, into the skilled mouth of the other barista.

“Trust me “cutie”, I’m doing you a huge favor. Yea she’ll make you cum, but have you ever heard of post orgasm torture? She’ll suck, but never stop. And with you already being a ticklish little slut how would you think that would feel RIGHT after finally got to squirt?” Her fingers poked and circled. It felt like I was on fire, from the front to the back. Both sensations fighting for control over my brain. Do I cum or do I laugh? Sadly I had no sway in that debate.

“Ooooooooo don’t you listen to that little she devil handsome. She’s just trying to make you scared of me.” I felt kisses being planted all over my tool. It was times like this where I think I might have start begging Bean to put me back in chastity. 

“I mean sure, I might get carried away a few times... but what? Do you want her to win and walk away with your nuts so blue, you’d be limping?? Nooooo baby. You want to cum! Of course you want to cum.” Oh god was she as evil as Monica said? What kinda choice was this?

The only thing that could be heard then was me. Desperately begging in my gag. For what? I have no idea anymore if I’m honest. Everything tugged at each other. I wanted to cum but I couldn’t. I wanted it to stop, but at the same time I’d sell my soul for it to keep going. It was so intense, Brittany sucking away and licking all over my purple tip while my ass was spanked and teased by Monica. No doubt frantically trying to not lose and shatter her “dominant mystique.”

“I’m gonna win!” Brittany cheered between sucks.

“ Absolutely not. If I lose it’s not MY fault.... It’s his! If you make me lose toy I’ll be sure to buy another session with you and make you regret it.” My ass was swatted several more times. No doubt turning it red.

“Pfff! Then I’ll be sure to make it worth it for you then Boytoy. Now come here!” She plunged her head down on me and swirls her tongue along the underside of my shaft.

I upraised my body from the intense sensation. I spazzed so hard that my blindfold was loosened and fell to the ground. As darkness slowly blotted in the corners of my eyes I saw Bean. They bit there lip smiling, giving me a thumbs up.

I could feel it. Something was coming. Oh god please. I’m so ready. I’m so fucking ready. I’ll accept whatever comes after, just let me cum. Oh god this was so fucking good!

“He’s mine.”

“MFF! No he’s mine!”

“NO! Screw off! I’m better!”

“No I’M better!”

“No me!”

“Me!”

“ME!”

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“Hehe... well. Looks  like I’m the winner!

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“Thanks for the fun Boytoy.~”

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“U-urghhh.” My brain was beginning to wake up but my body was slow on the up take. I could talk again. Which was good, because I could also feel feel, and what I was feeling was a tickle on my shaft. It felt like a finger, lovingly making it’s way up and down.

“Wakey  wakey bud. Come on.~”

My eyes opened. I was passed out on the floor with my back against the side of the coffee building. Brittany and Monica were nowhere to be seem. It was just Bean and I with no doubt a SHIT ton of good footage.

Ashton was smiling wide as they gave my dick one final flick. “Good news bud. Looks like you’ve won!~” I looked down at my cock, a hard and denied mess. I had passed out before I could cum. Fuck me raw. God that was So bad! I’ll have to find a new coffee place....

Bean was putting away all the equipment while I regained my strength. Eventually, though i don’t know how, I was able to stand up. My shoulders felt so stiff from being up that entire time. I was ready to leave, slumped over and disappointed, chastity belt locked back on. All of a sudden I felt something tap me on the back.

“Hey... a bets a bet. Good job today dude.” Bean held out the key for me to take, which I quickly did. Much to the amusement of my friend.

“... thanks.” I smiled. “I really appre-“

“Get the fuck out of my site before I change my mind.” They crossed there arms and strutted back to their work, smirking to themselves. There was going to be a lot of editing on this one, so Bean was gonna have their hands full.

“Pfff. Fine. Later, dick head.” I chuckled and walked off back to the main sidewalk. Jeez how the heck were we not found? A hope of a fence and I was back on the side walk, heading home for the day. I walked past the coffee shop and there I saw Brittany working at the front counter. She looked to the glass doors and saw me. She smiled wide with a little bit of her tongue sticking out. She winked and went back to work.

My face burned red again while I stood there on the side walk like a moron. Eventually I snapped out of it and found my feet. 

....maybe I will go back there soon. With a free day... you never know.

*beep beep*

“Ok sooooooooo... might have given you my house key by mistake.”

~ Bean 

*beep beep*

“Swing by your place in a bit? I’m am..... preeeetty much locked out. Oh and hey! Where not done yet. Far from it. I’m sure people are going to want to see more of this fucked up shit. At least I hope so. I don’t want to be out of a job. Anyway, look. It’s up to them in the end with that thing coming up. What was it that po-“

~ Bean

*beep beep*

“Shit! Phone is dying! Forget what I was saying, I’m heading to you now. Don’t get yourself in trouble! (At least while I’m not around to film it lol) I shouldn’t be long, though that really isn’t up to me I feel like. “

~ Bean

*beep beep*

“See you soon Boytoy.”

~ Bean

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