The House-Warming Party

"You must have a pic right? Here let's look in your phone," said Katie.

"Katie, no!" Exclaimed Steph and some creaking and giggling ensued from above.

Evidently Katie won, for a moment later she continued.

"Where is he anyway?" She asked.

"Oh ummm... he called earlier actually. He got a little... tied up... at work, I guess. Some big project deadline. He said he should be home later but he didn't know what time".

I smirked at Stephs little lie and double entendre. It was kind of cute to have this little secret between us. Although the comment regarding my size was unsettling. It always amazed me how easily girls seemed to share that stuff.

"Uh huh," replied Katie. I assumed she was scrolling through Stephs phone. It's funny, I would never dare to do that to Steph. But obviously her and Katie had been friends for a long time. She certainly seemed to have a stronger personality than Steph. I shuddered thinking back to mere moments earlier. I had never seen that dominanant side to Steph before - maybe this was where she got it from? I tried to picture what was happening above my head. When I met Katie at the mall she was wearing a low cut flowery dress, although I had tried not to stare too much on account of Steph being right there. I did remember that she wore brown strappy sandals and purple nail polish. I wasn't purposely perving on her feet at the time, but I couldn't help but notice.

"So he makes good money right? Well at least that's something. Hm, nothing in your camera roll... Let's try whatsapp shared media... boring... boring... cat videos...

"Give me that! Alejandra! Come save me - I'm being interrogated out here!" Shouted Steph, trying to alter the topic.

Was this because she knew I could hear her and she was trying to spare my feelings? That seemed nice, yet at the same time learning that your girlfriend thinks your size is underwhelming came with its own emotion. Worst of all, was my apparent physical reaction to the predicament. Although my brain protested, my apparently 'small' member was rock hard again and leaking uncontrollably.

"Settle down you two! Steph - forget the wine. Your moving into a new place with some guy I haven't even met yet - that calls for... tequilla shots!"

The voice was from Alejandra, who I could hear had now re-entered the living room with some fanfare. I shrunk deeper and uncomfortably in my little prison, as I realised what was happening above me. Not only was I tied and locked in a box, half naked and helpless while three girls partied above me, now my girlfriend was slowly getting drunk too making it seem less likely that she would be able to let me out anytime soon. Or perhaps even more frighteningly, the alcohol might loosen her inhibitions just enough to persuade her into thinking that it might be funny to expose me to her friends - which fate would be worse?

While I pondered my situation, and the choices that got me here, somebody turned on some music, and before long the conversation was flowing as the house-warming party got under way. Several more people turned up, including some male voices I didn't recognise. The girls seemed especially excited for the boys' arrival, chatting excitedly. Especially Katie, who seemed particularly flirty towards a guy called Sean, at least as far as I could tell. Although to be honest, combined with the driving music, and the growing number of voices, it soon became difficult to keep track of who was who and what conversations were in progress. Before long, someone had the idea for pizza, which was ordered, arrived and consumed. At least the loud music and vibrant conversation meant I could shift around a little, without fear of being heard from within the trunk. I was starting to develop a few aches and pains in my joints. It was bearable, but I sure hoped the party wouldn't run too late. Plus the smell of the pizza (which I assumed was placed above my head) made me realise just how hungry I was. Although honestly, neither of these problems bothered me as much as the distinct possibility that I might need to use the bathroom soon! I tried not to think about it.

Slowly, the party reached its crescendo, and the guests began to leave one by one. The music volume was reduced, until eventually all that remained were two - Steph of course and Kaitie. As best I could tell Katie was on the couch, and Steph was directly above me. The thought of Stephs sculpted butt just a few inches above me, yet at the same time so far out of reach washed over my mind like a soothing wave lapping at the shoreline of a sandy beach.

"Girl, I'm waaaay too trashed to make it home, I'm sleeping on your couch tonight, it's so comfy," said Katie lazily, slurring her words occasionally.

I imagine she was now laying down, but I couldn't be sure.

"Uh, well... I umm... we could call an uber?" Steph suggested.

She wasn't as drunk as Katie, but she still stumbled over her words a little. My ears pricked up, and I listened intently. I was more than ready to be let out, so I needed Steph to be insistent now. As soon as Katie left I was certain Steph would free me.

"Nah, no money for that, I'll be fiiiiiine I'll just crash here and drive home early in the morning. I'll be gone when you wake up babe, don't even worry. You always worry about me but that's why I love you. I'll just sleep here..." Katie trailed off, clearly very tired.

"Well... alright but, don't be disturbed when Clark gets home later, he will have to walk through here to get to bed," said Steph with some resignation.

Wait what?! Was she really going to leave me in here all night long? Or maybe she was setting up a ruse to come back and get me later. I listened closely.

"Oh yeah I forgot about your 'little' friend." Katie chuckled and Steph laughed for a moment as well.

"He's still not home? Oh well it's fine I don't mind." Said Katie. "I'll see you in the morning, or I'll probably be gone by the time you get up. Goodnight babe," said Katie definitively.

"Alright, well..." Steph tapped on the trunk as she stood up, "Goodnight! Sleep tight!"

I wasn't sure if that comment was kind of meant for me as well as Katie. Either way I heard Steph giggle as her bare feet padded up the stairs to the bedroom, and the light clicked off. Katie stirred restlessly on the couch and I stared into the darkness. Now that the light was off, it was pitch black in the trunk. I carefully and quietly tested and twisted at the rope binding my joints. Even though I was locked in, if I could free even one arm, it would provide a lot of relief. Unfortunately, Steph knew how to tie a knot, and any wriggling and writhing just seemed to make it tighter.

From outside I heard the unmistakable sound of my phone beeping with a message. Followed by a laugh then another two messages. I guessed that Steph had decided to text me, then suddenly remembered that there was no way I could read it, seeing as my phone was still in my pants that were somewhere on the living room floor. Presumably Steph had stashed them somewhere innocuous when she had the chance. Under the couch maybe?

There was silence for a good while. maybe half an hour - perhaps more. It was almost impossible to tell. Suddenly a sound rudely broke the silence - a quick two vibrations in succession. It rattled the entire trunk loudly, causing me to wince in surprise.

"Oh geez," I heard Katie whisper.

Presumably it was her phone sitting on the trunk that had received a message. I heard the couch creak, as Katie reached for it, then a click as she unlocked the screen, followed finally by a soft tapping. Wait. Maybe Steph was messaging her? What if she was telling her that I was tied and locked up a few feet away from her? Maybe she was asking her again to leave so she could come rescue me? Not a moment later, the phone vibrated constantly, and Katie picked it up, whispering into the mouthpiece.

"Hello? No you're the one who left me hanging here. You can't tease me like that and then just disappear into the night."

The person on the other line was impossible to hear. But Katie laughed loudly then gasped excitedly.

"OK, I'm pretty sure she's asleep. You can come back. But you have to be quiet. And hurry," whispered Katie, followed by another stiffled laugh.

Katie hung up the phone. The silence hung in the air, as she waited. And I waited too, wondering what on earth was about to go down. Some kind of secret rendezvous it seemed. How intriguing! A moment later I heard another whisper.

"You sure it's OK?"

I strained to hear. It sounded like a man, but I couldn't place the voice from earlier in the evening. Whispers were difficult to identify, I realised.

"Come here," whispered Katie.

I could kind of differentiate her voice, mainly due to the direction it was coming from. The couch creaked, and the sound of kissing was followed by soft moaning. Lying here quietly I couldn't help but feel excited for them. I listened intently, and wondered exactly what they were doing, and in a way secretly comparing it to the last time I was intimate with Steph, which was a few weeks ago. Katie seemed more vocal that Steph was usually. She was panting almost constantly. I could sense the intense pleasure and longing she seemed to be feeling.

"My God, your so big and so hard. I want it so bad," Katie whispered.

"I can tell you do. Here, bend down."

"Mmm make it last... I want to feel you inside me"

The trunk thumped, as something or someone rested on it. And by extention on top of me. Then a gasp, and a slight nudge from the side. Followed by another a moment later. Then more, as I realised what was happening. Katie was bent over the trunk - over me - getting fucked deeply by this mysterious guy! Beyond belief, my cock was once again betraying me, standing tall, as I listened to the breathing quicken. The nudging of the trunk turned rhythmic, and Katie struggled to contain her pleasure. The encounter went on for what seemed like an eternity - honestly I was impressed at this guy's stamina. Katie kept whispering at him not to stop, before eventually trembling above me. Her gasp was stifled by a hand over her mouth, followed by a groan as the man came inside her.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered.

I felt their pleasure like it was my own and for the second time since being imprisoned in the trunk, a well of pleasure built up inside me. I tried to calm myself down, but I couldn't. I tried to struggle against the ropes but I couldn't. Realizing the inevitable I tried to reach my hand around to my cock to a least give it even the slightest stimulation to help things along but it was out of reach. Nevertheless, I felt myself approaching the brink of orgasm, and if I could just touch my cock even the smallest bit I could push myself over the edge...

But it was impossible. It was the same problem as last time. Struggling against my bonds made my whole body shake and tense up, as the orgasm began to develop, but being unable to stimulate my cock meant it slowly slipped away, and a pool of warm cum disappointingly dribbled out my cock for the second time. I wanted to scream, but quickly stopped myself, remembering how easy it would still be to get caught. I had never felt so desperate in my life. I collapsed against the floor of the trunk, completely used and exhausted. Above me the panting continued, as Katie and her lover ended their climax out there. Jealously, I listened as they kissed each other. Whilst my orgasm was unsatisfyingly ruined, theirs seemed to be the exact opposite. I marveled at how in tune they seemed, able to both have such intense pleasure. I once again thought back to the last time with Steph. It had been good but Steph didn't sound like Katie did. And it certainly didn't last as long.

Snapping back to reality, I heard more whispers from above, harder to make out against the padding of bare feet and the rustling of what I assumed was the two lovers getting dressed. The man chivalrously offered Katie a ride home, and now having sobered up somewhat Katie agreed, and just like that I was finally alone. Wait a minute, I'm alone? That means Steph could let me out. I screamed into my gag. But now that Steph was upstairs in the bedroom, there was no way she could hear what little sound escaped, if she was even still awake. I shuffled around to bang on the sides of the trunk, but my stiff and exhausted limbs could barely muster the strength to even tap lightly against walls. I listened hopefully for the sound of Steph's bare feet approaching. I longed for the sound of the keys in the locks and to be free. But either Steph hadn't realised that Katie had left or she had fallen asleep (or both) but it seemed there was no release. Exhausted, sleep finally overcame me, and I felt myself drifting off.