The Band in Locktober / September 30

On stage, people see five handsome men who make up a rock band. We’re not very famous, but we’re trendy; our music is heard throughout the American continent. Women throw bras on stage, and many kiss us and make all sorts of proposals when they see us.

My name is Pablo Rodriguez, I’m the vocalist. I have a bad boy face: green eyes, fair skin, and brown hair, which I always keep short and styled back with a lot of gel. I’m 32 years old, but from a distance, I look 25; I take good care of myself to stay young and attractive because I know I’m the face of the band.

My companion Lucas is black and has a well-built physique from the gym. He always plays shirtless, displaying his enormous chest and perfectly defined abs, with long dreadlocks that stand up like a headdress on his head. He is 30 years old and the band’s guitarist. A prodigious guitarist.

The drummer is a rookie; our previous drummer left us the day he got married. Pablo Rodriguez, our new drummer, is 28 years old and the youngest of all. He has a boy-next-door look, very Mexican olive skin, and is very, very skinny, with long arms and legs and a boyish face with honey-colored eyes that also make him look very sexy.

The bassist is Miguel Medina, a huge, muscular bull, beefy, a very appetizing bear, with a hairy chest and back, and always shaves his head. He has a 70s-style mustache that hangs below his mouth, like a chin strap without the chin part. He always wears dark glasses that hide his blue eyes.

The fifth member is named Octavio, 30 years old, tall and very long, measuring two meters. He has a very harmonious body, well worked in the gym: broad shoulders, long neck, with curly hair, and a always smooth face.

In addition to always playing good music, the five of us are quite attractive... our IG accounts are filled with girls (and boys) who send us nudes and ask for nudes in return... we never send any of that... we are very careful about the band’s image.

We five go around the world boasting that we are heartthrobs, tough heterosexuals, and bad boys who sleep with women and love unrestrained sex… the female singers of the band in tiny shorts and t-shirts that display their breasts have contributed to that image…

Today is our first day of a long tour that we have started in Chile. We all requested as a condition for our tour to be accommodated in an Airbnb. We don’t ask for too many things, but this is a non-negotiable request.

Tonight we arrived at our apartment past one in the morning after the concert and a meet and greet we had with some fans. The girls have kissed me and squeezed me so much that I feel my cheeks warm and my body even sore.

Every night I follow the same ritual wherever I am: when the door closes, I take off my clothes, remaining completely naked. Then I kneel in front of the door with my hands behind me and my face down.

Miguel, the shaved bassist, does the same at 35 years old; we position ourselves next to each other in a submissive attitude, waiting for orders from our Masters.

-Come here, Pablo- Octavio, my Master for five years, orders me. I move on all fours like a faithful dog while my Master waits for me, sitting in an armchair with his feet extended. He snaps his fingers, and I know I have to take off his shoes and socks.

Each of us wears a different type of clothing; Octavio always wears slacks and a dress shirt, shoes that make his feet sweat in an exquisite way. He sticks his feet in my mouth without waiting for me to take off his socks.

Miguel remains kneeling at the door, Lucas, his Master, undresses next to us in the living room; his muscular body smells of sweat and glistens with moisture. I don’t pay much attention to him because I'm focused on my Master, who allowed me to take off his socks and now enjoys my tongue licking between his long, slightly hairy fingers.

-Here, Miguel- Lucas orders, and Miguel moves on all fours toward his Master, who points to his long, very dark, and very thick cock. Miguel devours it whole without making a sound…

Master Octavio opens his pants and pulls out his long, pink, circumcised, thick cock from beneath his shirt… I suck him with all devotion; I have learned that every night, no matter how tired I am, I must venerate and please my Owner’s cock…

Miguel, who is new and hasn’t been brought into the dynamic, remains seated on another couch watching us submit. -Get us some beers, will you, asshole?- Lucas tells him more as an order than a request. Martín springs up and returns with a beer for each of the Masters. Octavio and Lucas clink their bottles before taking long sips.

-October starts tomorrow- Octavio tells us- you all know what happens every October, right, you fuckers?- he says, stroking my head as it goes up and down sucking his cock.

-mmmm- I nod with my mouth full, and Miguel does the same- we’re going to milk them because starting tomorrow, it’s thirty-one days of chastity.

The Masters stand up and make us get on all fours on the floor. Lucas goes to the kitchen for some plates and places them under our pelvises.

As if we were a couple of cows, and without paying much attention to what they’re doing, Master Octavio and Master Lucas masturbate us while sitting in front of us, talking about the concert with Martín.

Martín is used to our scenes, so he talks in a friendly tone without caring that in front of him are two men on all fours being milked.

Octavio's big, rough hand feels so good on my cock... I love feeling him dominate me, and when he milks me, I feel so small in his hands... I hear Miguel behind me moaning loudly- permission to cum, Master- he asks, but Lucas doesn't respond, he continues to masturbate him, and Miguel begins to beg- please, Master, permission to cum, please give me permission, please- he begs almost shouting, interrupting the Masters’ conversation with Martín.

-Cum, animal- Lucas orders him, and I feel the shudder in my body- Master, may I cum?- I plead.

-Go ahead, animal- my Master orders me, and I start to gasp and grunt, releasing my sperm that falls abundantly into the plate beneath me.

Lucas takes the plate beneath me and places Miguel's cum plate in front of me, and puts my cum plate in front of Miguel.

-Eat up, pigs- Octavio orders us, and we both lick the contents of the plate; Octavio stands up and leaves the room, returning with chastities in hand. They are large plastic chastities, which allow us to be caged for a good while without much discomfort.

The cages are put on us before we finish swallowing the cum in the plates in front of us.

-What do you have there, Octavio?- I hear Lucas ask, smiling.

-Wow, one chastity cage left over- Octavio says with feigned surprise.

-Oooh, we have to use it, don’t you think?- Lucas says, laughing.

-But on whom?- Octavio continues pretending.

-Well, on the rookie- they both say, smiling; Martín doesn’t know what to say.

-Hey, I don’t... he says, but Lucas and Octavio sit on either side of him and open his pants; Martín lets them do it.

The drummer is very skinny; honestly, no one imagined he would have such a long... and thick cock...

Lucas and Octavio grab his cock, but Martín pushes their hands away- no, I’m going to masturbate myself- he says and starts to stroke himself.

It takes an eternity; Miguel and I stay kneeling in front of them while Martín, who is very nervous, struggles to get off... he finally does it... he explodes, shooting out a lot of cum and getting his clothes and the floor messy.

By Octavio's order, Miguel and I lick the floor while the two Masters wrestle to put the chastity on him; they manage to do it, although Martín doesn’t feel very comfortable. They finally decide to take it off- I have to order a bigger one- Octavio says, you’re saved for now- he adds.

Thus begins my Locktober, on tour with my band, on tour with my Master...