Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 11:21:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: L R <kink_330@yahoo.com>
Subject: No Break Part IX (bi authoritarian)

This story is total fantasy, based on some of my experiences.  You might
not know it from how long it took me to finish the whole thing, but it has
been fun sharing this in writing.

You can contact me at kink_330@yahoo.com

All rights reserved.  I'm submitting this to the Yahoo group
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No Break
by Master Lou

Part IX

As our week at the beach wound to a close, we packed Mark, Joanna and
myself into my Mini Cooper and headed toward the Keys.  It was our last day
and I wanted to do something special.  Joanna and I didn't tell Mark about
our conversation with a local couple.  They gave us detailed driving
directions to a clothing optional beach off the beaten path.  It wasn't
officially a nude beach, but it was unguarded and the local police didn't
bother the bathers.

We did call Mark's four teammates and told them to meet us there and to
bring some women.

As we're driving, Joanna brought it up.  "I've never been to a nude beach
before.  This could be a hoot."

"A nude beach?" asked Mark excitedly.  Then his predicament sunk in.  "I
can't be naked unless you unlock my cockcage, Lou."  He was facing a whole
day of being displayed as the dickless bodybuilding wrestler.

I just laughed and kept driving.

Without the written directions, we wouldn't have found the place.  The last
turn was down a dirt road and parking was in the sand in front of a low
dune.  We got to the beach about 11:30 and there were only a handful of
other people there.  The spot was very secluded and only about a mile long
with an inlet cutting through at the south end of the beach and some
overgrown dunes and unexpected rocks at the north end.  The rocks looked
like they might have been placed there as a conservation effort years ago
and perhaps they worked because they were still there.

Joanna, as you know, was not shy.  As witness of that, recall her
demonstrated skill at the banana eating contest on stage at the beginning
of the week and her voluntary bare assed walk to the ice machine at the
hotel.  She was laying toward the north end of the beach on her back
letting the sun warm the curves of her breasts before we really had our
bearings.

When I shucked my shorts and spread out a towel, Mark had little choice.
He couldn't hardly let his date go nekked and stay dressed himself.  He
unhurriedly pulled off his own shirt and lowered his bathing suit, left in
only his flip flops and chastity cage.  He pointed to the device and gave
me a questioning look.  "Maybe later, if you behave yourself" I told him.

Mark wasn't expecting to be exposed on the beach long term when we started
out this morning.  He was also unaware that his teammates would be joining
us.  It's a good thing that he was already bare assed himself when they
arrived about a half hour later.  Otherwise, I'm not sure he'd be willing.
Of course, the guys had failed to find any babes to come to the nude beach
with them.

Mark had to put up with some rude remarks like "How's it hangin, Mark?" and
"What's your date think of this?"  With the tan he'd gotten over the week,
you couldn't see his face blush but his white butt did look like it went
red for a second.

As the day went on, more and more people arrived at the secluded beach.
Most of them were college students on break.  There were a few couples,
probably locals and no young children at all.  Mark stayed self-conscious
the whole day.  I mean, with two dozen naked college students outside in
the warm sun, there was obviously some sexual interest.  But mostly
everyone fell into their regular beach routines.  Last minute tanning at
the end of the week.  Floating or swimming in the small waves that washed
up onto the sand.  The guys tossing a football.  The ladies reading or
looking for shells.  It's not like the whole day was one giant orgy of sex.
On the other hand, Mark was not entirely nekked.  His cock was completely
and noticeably locked by two small padlocks into a confining chastity cage.
Why is it that being clearly prevented from using his cock made him look
and feel like the most sexual person at the beach?

He sure had to be the horniest.

In the late afternoon when Joanna and all six of us guys happened to be
together at our spot on the beach, I turned the subject to Mark's
restraint.  "Well, you've been in that cockcage for over a week now,
friend.  You've been a good sport about it, but you've really gotta be
desperate to get your rocks off."

By now, even Mark's ass was showing a little color from the day's exposure
to the sun, so I couldn't tell whether he blushed.  He did pause to swallow
before he responded.  "You know it, Lou.  Neither you nor Joanna have been
trying to lighten my burden.  She teases me every chance she gets and you
keep finding ways to put me on display."

The wrestling teammate that were with us all took a quiet interested in the
conversation.  They had seen a little of Mark's exposure during the week
but had really no clue about the boundries between Mark and I that had been
stretched so significantly.

I went on, "You're not suppose to be freed until we get home on Sunday.
I'll be a good sport too and unlock you for a little while now.  You
promise to put the cage back on when I tell you?"

"Yes, Lou!" Mark reacted enthusiastically.  I figured my studly muscled
roommate was trained well enough by now to do what he was told.  But just
in case, that promise in front of his teammates would guarantee I'd get
enough help later if he resisted.

"OK.  You get an hour out of the cage," I stated as I produced the keys to
his padlocks and arranged him on his back in the sand.  "You have a lot of
spunk built up in your balls, buddy.  If I was you, I'd get off as many
times as I could."

Mark stiffened and froze.  His training at being bound and helpless to get
off each time I removed his CB2000 earlier in the week must have been
kicking in.  He seemed not to be considering that he could cum while out of
the cage.  He was thankful for just a chance to be unencumbered for an
hour.  As I made the suggestion, he quickly realized the embarrassment he's
feel with his teammates and possibly the other men and women at the beach
watching him get off after nearly two weeks of aroused frustration.  By the
time he started to protest, I was opening the second lock and lifting the
cage off his crotch.  Once again his conditioning kicked in and his cock
sprung to full and thick attention even before I had the base ring hinging
open and off.

The guys started razzing him about his wood and how desperate Mark must be.
It was Joanna's encouragement that actually got him started jacking off in
front of our group.  "Sunday is two days away and I don't think Lou is
going to relent any more than this one hour, Stud."  He asked her to help
him.  Holding her hand up to him was all she needed to do to stop his
advances.  He had learned to do as he was ordered and the immediate
increase in the volume of the other guys' encouragement was enough for
Joanna to realize that if she had any kind of sex with him on the beach,
she'd be the main attraction in a very public display for the whole crowd.
Not even the aggressive Joanna was ready for that much attention.

Mark hesitated for a moment.  Everyone in our group was encouraging him to
wank.  His cock was wildly demanding to be satisfied and we could all see
that.  He didn't hold out long before he wrapped his fist around it and
started stroking.  Naturally, this lead to a low frantic-sounding moan from
the core of Mark's spirit.  All six of the rest of us were rapt in interest
to Mark's act of self-sex.  His friends moved to block Mark from view of
the rest of the bathers on the beach as best they could, but people were
near us to the south and a few were out in the water to the east.  Joanna
and I both sat in the sand near Mark and watched him wanking in shameless
abandon.  He had to be incredibly horny to throw away all his dignity and
pleasure his cock in front of our small crowd.

The self-sex building up to Mark's long-withheld orgasm was so blatant and
all-consuming that every one of us men got boned watching.  Nobody freeked.
All of us just offered encouragement.  Finally, two of the guys started
rubbing their hands over their own dicks.  Joanna lovingly instructed Mark
to slow down his pace.  She wanted to let the other men catch up with
Mark's progress toward orgasm.  They interpreted her orders to Mark as
support for their own efforts and knelt beside him straining for their own
relief.  It didn't strike any of us as a gay think to do, simply a natural
response to an openly sexual situation.

The scene was pure sex then.  Mark charging toward his own powerful cum.
Joanna, two of the college wrestlers and I taking in the force of the scene
and Alan and Jeff being pulled overwhelmingly along toward climax by Mark's
sexual charge.

I was incapable of noticing how the other people on the beach reacted as
Mark roared his enthusiasm for his violent climax.  His seemed to go
everywhere, splashing across his chiseled abs, his flexing pecs and his
gorgeous face into the sand.  Jeff and Alan cummed all over the sand and
Mark's legs.

I remember my feeling at that moment about how perfect is was to sit in the
warm sand with friends, share in my new boytoy's well earned orgasm and
bask in the rush of seeing him covered in cum.

When we finally started coming down from the natural high and Mark
recovered some strength, we all ran to the surf and dove in.  Anyone
interested in our noisy scene must have noticed the absence of Mark's
cockcage and figured out what had just happened.

We swam awhile until Joanna helped Mark with his second orgasm by giving
him a hand job under water.  There was only a slight amount of teasing from
Larry and Billy about being left out so far and needing help from Joanna's
free hand.  She answered by starting with BOTH hands on Mark's still
uncontrolled wood under the water.

Up on shore with 15 minutes left, Mark abandoned all inhibitions.  He sat
with his back to the main part of the beach and recklessly wanked.  Several
curious people came near to watch and Joanna explained to them it was
Mark's first chance to get off all week.  It seemed that anyone who might
have been offended just stayed from our small crowd.

Before we left the beach that day, we jumped in the ocean once again to
rinse the sand.  We spread our towels out on the car seats and dried as we
drove still bare-assed to our hotel.  Mark was secure once again in his
chastity device.  We did slip on some trunks and Joanna put on her t-shirt
before we exited the car at our respective hotels.

Friday night was not spectacular.  It was important in the long run.  Mark
might have been put off now that his cock was satisfied.  The nightly
ritual we had shared served to pull us back to the power exchange we had
arrived at earlier in the week.  Mark wanted the cockcage off to sleep.  I
insisted he be tied to the bed first.  He could only earn that by sucking
my cock and I think he knew it was his place to give me that, especially
since I hadn't cummed all day.

Greg and Shannon had left on Friday, so Saturday morning at the hotel was
quiet for a change.  I could actually hear the buttplug vibrating in Mark's
ass as he went into the hallway for his morning ice.  It inspired me to
order Mark to use it under his clothes in the car as we drove back to
Chicago and our classes.

Our drive was also quiet, as most return trips tend to be.  (No, not SO
quiet that I could hear the plug humming in the car.)  The inaccessibility
of Mark's cock, the stimulation of the buttplug those couple hours it was
in use, Mark's healthy male sex drive, his new training in pleasing others
and the proximity of the two of us in my small car all combined to light a
fresh spark in our masculine charge.

We started talking about the cockcage.  It would have been so easy to hide
the keys when we got back to our apartment and begin training Mark as my
hungry ass fucktoy.  But it would have been dishonest.  Mark deserved that
I keep my word.  That was for the best because when I told him I'd take the
cockcage off Sunday night at home, he informed me he wasn't ready yet.  And
we know that when the chaste college jock consents to give up the keys, the
keyholder then makes all the rules.  I wouldn't even give him a deadline
for release this time.

The end.