Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2005 08:03:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: L R <kink_330@yahoo.com>
Subject: No Break Part VII (bi authoritarian)

This story is total fantasy, based on some of my experiences.  I had a few
parts prepared before I started posting.  Now, I'll be taking some time to
write the rest of Lou and Mark's weeks at the beach.

You can contact me at kink_330@yahoo.com

All rights reserved.  I'm submitting this to the Yahoo group
menstrippedanddisplayed, to the Nifty Archive for the bisexual
authoritarian section and to Altairboy because each of them serves a
different audience that might be interested in this story.  I give each of
these sites a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual, and
non-cancelable license to display the work.  Contact me if you think this
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rather than not knowing where someone else has posted.

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No Break
by Master Lou

Part VII

On Tuesday morning, Mark and I were wakened by a knock on our hotel room
door.  Mark couldn't answer.  He was tied spread eagle to the bed.  He
probably didn't *want* to answer, because he was nekked the way I left him
and he had a full-blown morning erection he could not hide or get rid of
without his usual ice pack.

I noticed it was half an hour earlier than I usually sent Mark out to fetch
his ice.  I hopped out of bed and swung the door open wide.  If I was
lucky, whoever was knocking would be able to see into the room to Mark's
bed and I could show off my studly roommate.

It was Greg and Shannon, the twinks from across the hall, with a shopping
bag in hand.  "We came over to take care of our deputy keyholder duties."
They walked into our room and explained that before Mark went down the hall
of the hotel for his ice, they wanted to trim his bush.  Any guy openly
displaying his crotch the way Mark was forced to, should have tidy clipped
pubes.

I was practically rolling on the floor laughing.  Mark was so shocked, his
boner started to wilt just a little.

Shannon said, "No problem.  We can fix that too.  We figured just because
Mark misses out on using his cock this week, there were still other kinds
of stimulation he should be allowed."  Then Greg pulls a long thin
vibrating buttplug still in the package and some lube out of the bag.  Now
I *did* have to sit down, my laughter getting the better of me.

Mark expressed his uncertainty with a groan but resigned himself to obey.
The three of us worked together to untie Mark's ankle ropes from the bed
frame and reattach them above his head, taking in the slack until his feet
were above his ears and his ass was obscenely exposed.  Once again, Mark's
only response to the young gay man gently lubing up his hole was an
ambiguous moan.  I sat back and watched quietly, enjoying the show and
ready to step in if Mark was too freaked out.  He didn't appear to be.

In fact, his hardon came back to full, rock-hard strength by the time Greg
had his boypussy stretched and loosened.  Another groan accompanied
Shannon's inserting the freshly washed buttplug into Mark.  There was no
clear protest.  Did he crave having his ass filled with the cock-like
object or was he so conditioned to obey anything we did to him that it
didn't matter whether he wanted it?  Mark's face and general bearing seemed
to relax when the plug hit bottom and his sphincter could tighten some
around the narrower base of the phallus.  His body instinctively knew the
tough part was over.

If Mark wasn't tied down to the bed, he would have jumped off it when
Shannon pushed on the green spot on the end of the buttplug and the thing
started humming in Mark's ass.  The little toy must have packed a
significant punch in stimulating the virgin butt.

We lowered Mark's legs and in token restraint tied them back loosely to the
bottom of the bed.  The twinks produced a comb and some barber scissors
from their bag and without much further ceremony gave my friend a great
close trim of his black and curly pubes.  By the time they were done, his
pubes matched much better to the short patches of black hair on his
treasure trail and chest.  And his dick was dripping precum.

I showed Shannon and Greg how to bind Mark's hands safely and securely
behind his back and we sent him on his way to the ice machine.  He was
still plugged and very very hard.  The precum was just flowing from his
unused cock.  When he got back a few minutes later, Mark told us about
meeting another two of the hotel guests in the hall, a male-female couple.
It seems the guy smirked at Mark and his girlfriend grabbed the guy's
crotch just after they passed Mark and started saying, "That looked like a
kinky idea."

We removed the plug before icing his cock and nuts.  No use letting the
stimulation continue.  We wanted him soft so we could fit the chastity cage
back over him.

Greg and Shannon figured prominently at the beach that afternoon too,
though I didn't know at the time that they would.  A few of Mark's
wrestling buddies were also at the beach for spring break.  We hooked up
with the four of them right after lunch and got ourselves a volleyball team
together to challenge some other guys in the ongoing game in the sand.
None of us were remarkable in our volleyball skills.  Still, it was a good
way to spend an afternoon in the sun.  We all headed into the surf after
the game to rinse off the sand and enjoy the refreshing water.  Mark and
this teammate Larry stayed to catch some waves, body surfing when the rest
of us headed to our towels.

Fifteen minutes later, Larry returns with Mark's swim trunks, laughing his
ass off.  He looked straight at me and just kept shaking his head.  The
rest of the wrestling team figured out what it meant to see Larry with
Mark's swimsuit.  Of course, they started asking questions.  Larry simply
told them they had to see to believe.

It didn't take long for Mark to walk up from the water bare assed except
for the cockcage and dripping wet.  Fuck, he looked hot.  Was funny as hell
to see him on the beach that way but it was even more sexy.  There was so
much laughing and loud teasing from the wrestlers, nobody could have
noticed my arousal.  Steve actually went right over to Mark for a close
look at the male chastity device.  I bet he had never seen anything like it
before.  You can bet that all heads were turned toward the nekked athlete
with the locked dick.  Mark was pretty quick to grab his towel and wrap it
around himself.  Nobody tried to stop him, though as he began relating how
Larry ended up with his trunks and what he was doing in the cockcage, Jason
did snatch the towel away once.  Jason tossed it to Steve, who pitched it
to Larry, who lost it to Mark's frantic tackle in the sand.

At that point, what could Mark say?  Any cover story was likely to sound
more bizarre than the truth.  Greg and Shannon saw Mark in the chest deep
water and insisted on a surprise inspection as deputy keyholders.  Mark
obediently removed his trunks just before Larry swam back from the wave he
had ridden.  Mark trusted the twinks not to expose him in any shallower
water.  He didn't count on Larry grabbing the shorts and heading for the
sand.  Mark knew Larry well enough to believe he wasn't ever coming back
with the swimsuit.

Like at the wet t-shirt contest, Mark acted embarrassed about his situation
but confident of himself at the same time.  It caused all of us to admire
his poise and self-assurance.

Mark answered the inevitable questions about the cockcage truthfully but
left out many details.  He cautioned, "Never make a bet you're not prepared
to lose.  Lou bailed me out this time but I'm sure learning my lesson."  As
far as sex, Mark just said, "Yeah, I'm starting to get horny.  Lou doesn't
have to worry about giving me any privacy to jack off though."

Mark worried about word going around campus.  The guys told him they were a
team and they'd look out for him, although with the turned heads and active
conversations going on among the people around us, word had clearly spread
in south Florida.

 Finally, Mark shook the sand out of his trunks.  He didn't even try to
towel change at that point.  He just dropped his towel and stepped into his
shorts to the whistles of a couple of the women nearby.

(to be continued)

Thanks to Steve for one of the pics that goes along with this part and to
my bitch for his good service in posing for the other.