Saucy Sketch Tuesday #41 (Patreon)

"I'll need you to cover an event coming up in April," his manager at FX Caterers informed him.  "It's a dinner party at the Perry House, and they requested special service." She eyed him, her gaze lingering on his chest and his shoulders. "You up for it?"

"I'm your guy," he said confidently, though his mouth felt a little dry. Most of the time, his job required him to stand by the door and look pretty with a plate of hors d'oeuvres. But sometimes, FX got more adventurous clients who wanted a little something more. He was one of the members of the waitstaff who specialized in these sorts of unorthodox requests. It still didn't keep the shot of adrenaline from racing through him each time he received his next assignment.

The Perry House was modest as far as venues in this upscale part of town went. The furniture was elegant but not ostentatious, and the slight wear and tear around its edges spoke to its age. In the previous century, it had been the private residence of an important public servant, but it had since been converted into a museum and event space. Lately, it had become particularly popular with bachelorette parties, which was in fact what this event was to be.

Setup began an hour before the event. FX set out the table linens and prepared the buffet, taking care to lay out the silverware to the best advantage. A young florist came half an hour before the doors opened, looking a little flustered and bedraggled, and worked with the event designer to set up her arrangements. And then it was his turn to get into position.

FX wheeled out the special table and set it up in the center of the room. The event coordinator beckoned at him, and he approached. Without prompting — after all, he had done this before — he shed his clothes and handed them to the coordinator, who dropped them into a black drawstring bag. He stood stark naked, surrounded by the uniformed waitstaff, waiting as the coordinator fit him with a chastity device.

"You ready?" she asked him.

"Yes," he said.

They locked him into the simple contraption of polished wood and metal. His wrists and ankles were held in place, his legs pulled up and apart so that his ass was completely exposed. A padded cushion beneath his backside helped distribute his weight, though he knew he'd be sore by the night's end.

Around him, his co-workers arranged an assortment of drinks and small desserts. As they finished, the cake chef arrived to place a beautiful tiered cake stand on the table's upper level, just between his restrained hands.

The young women arrived in twos and threes. There were twelve of them altogether. They shot him furtive glances as they helped themselves to bite-sized appetizers, but he knew their shyness would not last the night. He waited, staring up at the polished grain of the wood above his head, as they sat down for dinner. The waitstaff plied them with wine and beer, and their laughter grew louder, their giggles more pointed.

Finally, the event coordinator approached the bride-to-be.

"Are you ready for dessert?" the event coordinator asked politely.

"Yes please," the young woman said, licking her lips and glancing at him. "I'm so ready."

"Girls, bring Ellie our gift. Who has it? Linda?" Hands flapped, beckoning urgently.

"Yes, I've got it right here," a busty brunette said with a wicked grin. She pulled out a beautifully wrapped box and handed it to the bride, who plucked off the ribbon and lifted the lid.

Inside, nestled in the pink tissue paper, was a strap-on dildo.

"Oh my," breathed Ellie.

Her friends snickered.

"We've got all night, Ellie," one of her friends called. "Let's make it count!"