I'd recently moved out of my parents house for the first time to study. It was a new level of freedom I'd never known before. My parents were rich, but not the loving type. They certainty wouldn't have accepted me for being gay. Even thinking I was their perfect straight son, they'd been eager to have me out of the house. On the day I moved out, they'd calculated how much money I'd need for their high standards of living and transferred me all the money at once, then made it clear that it was all the financial support I'd ever receive from them. I was on my own.
My apartment was modest, but it was mine. The first thing I did when I moved in was to get naked. It was so exciting. Back home I'd not have been able to do this in my own room or even the bathroom because locked doors were strictly forbidden there.
So I'd decided on a rule of my own for the new apartment. I forbad myself to wear any clothing in here at all. For extra excitement, I left my front door unlocked whenever I was home too. Anyone could just come barging in and catch me being naughty, day or night. Part of me even hoped that some drunk older student would come into my apartment by accident thinking it was his, and then be so turned on by the sight of me that he'd just take me there and then.
My only article of clothing allowed was a small piece of cloth to wrap around my waste when answering the door. It was barely long enough to cover me and it nearly didn't reach around my waste, making it hang on very precariously. Especially since the material was so thin and silky that it could very easily slip. I'd set myself a rule that once I put it on, I was not allowed to cover up or touch it until I closed the door again or it fell to the floor exposing me. It was such a thrill! And I stuck to the rule, even ordering pizza delivery and answering the delivery man like that.
Another freedom I now could enjoy was the luxury of ordering sex toys online. I spent hours online looking at various plugs, diodes, nipple clams, bondage equipment, you name it. Even chastity devices. I had more than enough money. But just as much as the toys excited me, they also intimidated me. I didn't know if my body could handle anything like that. My heart thundered even looking at their pictures. I'd defiantly go insane trying to go a single evening in a chastity belt. My hormones were too wild. I probably came an average of three or four times a day now that I could jerk off whenever I wanted.
My window shopping for sex toys lead me to many things I had not known about before. That evening I found a link to a sight that specialized in something called erotic lotion. It seemed a far safer option to start with than dildos or plugs. The glass viles on display looked expensive and fancy. There were all kinds. One was said to increase skin sensitivity. Another was an aphrodisiac. Several had a red sign next to them warning that the effects may be permanent or listing potential side effects.
My heart raced as I scrolled through the gallery, seeing the pictures and names, but not going into every one to get a better understanding of what they could do. The mystery of it was half the excitement. I wanted to just buy one without knowing what to expect and just trying it. Would it make my dick grow? Would it help me build muscles? Who knew? I froze at the sight of one of the more expensive options titled “Ultimate Submission Pack: Guaranteed to make you a slut for cock!” My hand shook as I moved the curser to click on it. I didn't know what the pack contained, but I wanted it to be a surprise. A new window let me choose between delicate, daring or extreme. I clicked extreme without hesitation. I quickly bought it before I could chicken out. A bunch of formal legal stuff popped up. I just clicked that I'd read and understood and all that, clicking yes on all the additional options without looking at them. What was I getting myself into? The price didn't go up, thankfully. It said delivery would come the following day at three. Perfect. I'd be back from school by then.
The anticipation had me up masterbating way too late. I came three times before lights out. So I overslept the next morning and didn't have time for my usual quick jerk off, so I spent the entire school day feeling overly horny and unable to focus on class. I was looking forward to the lotions too much. Sure, they weren't dildos or anything, but I could work my way up to that. When I got home I jumped into the shower and jerked off while soaping myself. But stopped with difficulty before coming. I didn't want to ruin the mood. The delivery guy would be here soon with the lotions and even if they didn't work, it would still feel better to rub one off while all lubed up.
Someone rang the doorbell precisely at 3 o'clock. I hurried to slip on the small silky loin cloth, doing my best to tighten it in place. A small tug would bring it loose. I reminded myself of my rule of not touching it until the delivery guy had left or it fell down. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Outside stood a tall man in a black suit. Not a delivery guy at all. This man looked serious and official. He regarded my state of dress, not with shock but with pleased amusement.
“I see I've come to the right place.”