Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2013 15:51:54 -0300
From: Matthew David <matthew.david.david@gmail.com>
Subject: Beach Wedding Slave - Part 10
Author's Note:
This story is intended for people over 18 only. All characters are over
18. Please understand that although this story depicts unprotected sex with
multiple partners and/or complete strangers, such actions are unwise and
unsafe. Please always use protection.
Please send any feedback to matthew.david.david@gmail.com.
Beach Wedding Slave
Part 10
I woke from my nap to the sound of the television. I could tell Trent
was still in bed with me by the feel of his hairy, muscular chest against
my skin. The two twinks had since vacated. I stirred awake and saw the
lifeguard watching television from across the room, seemingly by himself.
Trent noticed I was awake and ran a hand through my hair.
"Have a good sleep?" he questioned. I nodded in response, still
adjusting to being awake.
"Wes took the boys to the pool for a swim," he explained, and I
remembered Trent had promised everyone dinner. From what I could
understand of the resort rules, as long as visitors were accompanied by a
resort guest they could enjoy all the same privileges. "Why don't we hop
in the shower," Trent suggested.
The lifeguard, whose name was Javier, scarcely acknowledged us as we
got out of bed - he was so enthralled with the TV. Trent admitted to me he
still hadn't learned what the two hustlers' names were.
A few minutes later Trent and I were sharing the warm spray of water
under the shower. He let me take the lead and I soaped him up, taking my
time to run my hands over his wet, muscular body. I took special care when
I sank to my knees in the tub, lathering up each of his legs and then
bringing my attention to his full cock and balls. He had already begun to
stiffen as we started the shower, and I found his manhood standing at full
attention now that I knelt in front of him. I rubbed soap over his balls
and along the shaft of his cock and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
He pulled me up and held me in his arms, his skin wet and slippery. I
felt his hardness press into my abdomen as he kissed me, long and deep. He
held me tight against him for a several long moments, our tongues exploring
each other's mouths.
He broke away from my mouth and turned me around, pushing me up against
the wall, the shower now spraying against his back. I could feel his
fingers against my ass, and a second later he slid one into my slick hole.
"You're still wet with all those loads," he purred into my ear. "How
many do you have up there, boy?"
I wiggled my hips, pushing myself onto his probing digit. "A lot,
Sir," I answered, I was actually having trouble remembering the exact
number. The past few days were beginning to blur together into one
extended sex act.
Trent seemed to be pleased with my answer, however. "I love a well
fucked hole," he said. "There's nothing hotter than sliding my cock into
another man's load." He pulled his finger from my ass and shifted himself
closer. I felt him press his dick against my ass, and I anticipated what
would come next.
Next he pushed the head of his manhood into my eager chute, and he
continued, "You know our cocks were designed to compete for fuckholes like
you?" He pushed himself further into me. "The head of a cock is flared so
it can slide past another man's load, and then scrape it out of a hole as
he pulls himself out." He was all the way in me now and I let out a moan
of pleasure.
Trent began to fuck my ass in long, slow strokes. "It's biology," he
continued, "if you were a woman my cock would be competing for your womb,
my seed for your egg." He accentuated this with a quick, hard thrust into
my hole that made me grunt with its force. "I'd want to drag all those
loads out of you so I could shoot mine in deeper."
I wasn't sure how true this was, it sounded like it was based more on
fantasy than science, but I certainly wasn't in a position to argue while
his cock churned the loads of semen left in me. My own dick was suffering
from an uncomfortable hardon and I reached a hand in front of me to take
care of myself.
Trent didn't pull my hand away, but his words had the same effect.
"Don't make me put that cage back on you, Matthew. Remember our
agreement." I let go of my prick almost immediately, praying that he would
cum in me again so I could feel release.
At that same moment, I could hear the outer door close and knew that
Wes and the two hustlers had returned. Trent pulled himself out of my ass
in one slow, agonizing motion and I knew our fuck session would be cut
short. A second later Wes stuck his head around the shower curtain and
eyed us suspiciously, focussing on our twin erections. "The twinks are
hungry," he said after a moment, letting the curtain fall behind him as he
disappeared.
Trent grabbed my hips again and drove his cock back into my ass in
one quick motion, sinking himself balls deep. He leaned into me and
whispered in my ear, "We'll have to finish this later, boy," before pulling
completely out, leaving me feeling empty and abandoned.
We finished up our shower quickly and joined the others back in the
bedroom. Wes was sitting with the lifeguard and the twinks were laying on
the bed in their swimsuits, speedos smaller than my yellow one. Wes gave
us a strange look when we emerged from the bathroom, towels wrapped around
our naked bodies.
"Carlos and Romano need clothes for dinner," Wes said, finally
revealing the young hustlers' names. "They only have their swimsuits.
Javier will need something to wear too," he added, putting his hand on the
lifeguard's shoulder as they sat in front of the TV.
"They can wear some of Matthew's things. You have some clothes that
could fit Javier," Trent said to his boyfriend. I wasn't sure how I felt
about the twinks wearing my clothes, I thought - I wasn't likely to ever
see them again.
And with that it was settled. Trent and Wes escorted the lifeguard
back to their room, leaving me alone with the young hustlers. Trent
instructed me to bring the two over to the buffet in half an hour and we
would all sit down for a meal. Without Wes to translate, I did my best to
communicate with them, they knew limited English and I knew next to no
Spanish. After an awkward dialogue between the three of us, I understood
that they wanted to take a shower.
While they were in the bathroom, I fished out a couple tshirts I
could live without, and set aside the shorts I wore to the gym as well as
my second bathing suit, the long board shorts. The clothes would look a
bit mismatched on me, I thought, but these two were young enough to pull it
off. I set the clothes in the bathroom, next to the towel rack and got a
glimpse of the two boys in the shower, they were horsing around and
laughing with their hair sculpted into bizarre shapes with shampoo, their
wet speedos laying discarded on the tile floor.
I returned to my suitcase and contemplated which underwear I was
willing to part with, I was quite attached to every pair I brought with me.
Before I had a chance to decide, I heard the water stop and the boys
finished with their shower. I heard them laughing as they towelled off and
then one of them peeked around the corner, holding a towel around his waist
and my hair styling product in his other hand. He held it up for me to see
and said, "Ok?" I nodded.
I picked out two pairs of underwear, begrudgingly, and set them aside
for the boys. I chose some clothes for myself to wear while I was at it,
the dress shirt I wore to Ryan's wedding and some casual shorts to go over
a blue pair of low rise Calvin Klein briefs. By the time I dressed and
brought the underwear to the bathroom for Carlos and Romano, they had
already dressed in the shorts and tshirts I left for them. One of them saw
what I had brought, Romano I think, and pulled the loose fitting gym shorts
down over his bare ass to show me they had decided to go comando. Both
boys laughed at my reaction and I left them to their business, thankful I
would be holding onto my underwear.
They spent the next 20 minutes in the bathroom, laughing and talking
and styling their hair and playing with the blow dryer. Each of them had
worked their thick, dark hair into full bodied pompadours, looking
surprisingly handsome. I had to get them to hurry up in the end though, I
didn't want to be late.
The boys followed me to the buffet and we found the others already
seated. Trent and Wes were dressed casually, but Jaiver was looking fit
and attractive in a button down shirt and a pair of shorts so tight on his
ass I practically drooled. He had also taken some time in styling his
thick hair and looked more like a model out of the pages of a magazine than
a lifeguard. We joined them at a large table near the back of the
restaurant.
A moment after being seated, Javier spoke briefly to the twinks in
Spanish and they shot up from their seats and virtually ran to the buffet.
We were making our drink order with the waitress when they returned,
bouncing with excitement and plates piled high with food. The waitress
smiled at them and said something I couldn't understand, causing one boy to
burst out laughing and the other to flush red in embarrassment.
"What did she say?" I asked Javier as she walked away.
"She knows Romano's mother," the lifeguard said with a laugh.
We enjoyed dinner in each other's company. At times it felt like we
were one big, strange, gay family - but more often it felt like a table
full of couples. Trent had his hand on my leg under the table whenever he
wasn't using it to eat, occasionally reaching between my legs to squeeze my
cock as he smiled at me warmly. Wes and the lifeguard were off in their
own private world, talking low and quiet in Spanish, often their heads bent
close together. Even Carlos and Romano were inseparable, running together
back and forth from the table to buffett so often I lost count.
As we finished our meal, and the two twinks finally stopped eating,
we decided to catch an evening show by the pool. We found enough seats for
six, and spent the next couple hours being entertained by an odd variety
show of singing and dancing to reenactments of hollywood movie scenes. By
the end of it, Wes was yawning and the twinks were getting restless, paying
more attention to the people heading towards the discoteque with its dance
music thumping.
We got up to leave as the show finished and Trent took me to the side
for a moment. "Take Carlos and Romano to the discoteque and get them some
drinks," he said. "Javier says they want to dance until they get kicked
off the resort."
"Yes Sir," I said, nodding my head in understanding.
"Come back to my room once you've got them settled," Trent
instructed. "Javier will be spending the night with us, he has to work on
the beach again tomorrow morning and it's too late for him to go home."
More like Wes wanted to bone him, I thought.
We parted ways and I took the twinks over to the discotheque. I made
two trips up to the bar, hauling a total of 6 drinks over for the boys,
hopeful it wouldn't be too much liquor to get them into trouble. I bid
them farewell and left them at a table in the crowded dance club, doubtful
I'd ever see them again.
I returned to Trent's room, my cock already stiffening in my shorts
imagining what may await me. I found the door unlocked and let myself in
and found I wasn't disappointed. Though the light was dim, I could make
out Wes laying back on the bed, completely naked. The lifeguard was
between his meaty, hairy legs, going to town on Wes's cock and giving him
enthusiastic head. The look Wes shot me when I came into the room told me I
was not invited to join them. The door to the balcony was open and I
assumed I would find Trent outside.
I went outside and as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, the first
thing I noticed was a point of bright red light that disappeared as fast as
it had appeared. It took me a moment to realize it was the end of a cigar,
Trent was on the balcony smoking. He looked so hot standing there, he had
taken off his shirt and I could see his jockstrap peeking out over the
waist of his shorts.
"Take off your clothes, slut" he said around the cigar, a puff of
smoke trailing into the air. The balcony was dark enough that I knew there
would be very little risk in being seen by anyone passing by. I stripped
out of my clothes without further delay, thankful that I was no longer
wearing the chastity cage as my hard cock felt the cool night air.
Trent was leaning against the railing, his ass pressed along the
handrail. He watched me in silence, his lips working on the cigar causing
the tip to glow red as he inhaled . The sound of Wes moaning as he enjoyed
his blowjob trailed out into the night.
"Get on your knees, whore," Trent commanded, his mouth working around
the cigar. As I knelt before him, he opened his shorts and pushed his jock
down under his balls, his thick uncut cock springing to life before my
eyes. "Get your worthless mouth on my cock, boy," he barked.
I wasted no time and swallowed his manhood, taking it as deep in my
throat as I could manage. Trent leaned back on the balcony, his hands
gripping the railing to each side. I ran my tongue along the underside of
his shaft and brought my hand up to grab onto his balls as I worked my
mouth on his dick.
"Suck my fucking cock, you faggot," Trent called down to me, and as I
looked up into his eyes I could see bits of ash falling lazily through the
air from the cigar in the corner of his mouth. He let go of the railing
and grabbed onto my head, a hand on each side. Like our first encounter on
the beach that night, Trent began to fuck my face.
He started talking really dirty now. "That's a good cocksucker.
Take my cock down that cumslut mouth of yours. It's all you're good for,
sucking a man's dick, taking loads of cum like a bitch. I'm going to fuck
your faggot face."
My mouth was full with his hard cock, he was shoving it in down to
the root. His thick bush of pubes were tickling my nose and he would hold
himself deep for several seconds, waiting for me to choke and sputter
before pulling back out to repeat again.
"How does that feel, faggot? Choking on my cock? You're my
cocksucking whore and I'm going to use you as I want," Trent drawled as he
continued his assault on my mouth. All I could answer with in response was
a moan of approval.
He kept pushing in and out, fucking my mouth. His breathing was
coming quicker and I felt his balls tighten up as he berated me. I was
convinced he was getting off more on the verbal abuse he was giving me than
the blowjob I was giving him, but then again it had my cock rock-hard too.
"Do you want my load, slut? Get ready for my seed, I'm going to
flood your pussy- mouth." My dick began to throb, after wearing the
chastity device for so many fuck sessions I really regretted not being able
to cum during, or after, a fuck. The thought of Trent shooting his load
down my throat was more than I could handle, I grabbed onto my own dick in
anticipation of having permission to cum myself.
Trent released the sides of my head, reaching up with one hand to
pull the cigar from his mouth. I felt his cock pulse and I knew he was
going to shoot. But in an instant of horrible disappointment, he grabbed
his cock with his other hand and pulled his delicious manhood out of my
desperate mouth. Immediately as he pulled it out, I felt warm liquid
squirting all over my face. Trent's look was tense, his lips puckered and
his eyes clenched tightly shut. A deep moan escaped his lips as he came.
He continued to spurt his hot seed onto my face and I could feel his
cum dripping down my forehead and cheek. He looked down at me and laughed,
stroking his cock to encourage the rest of his load out. "Look at you, you
filthy cocksucker. Thought I was going to shoot down your throat and you'd
get to cum too. Wrong." He stopped cumming and was now rubbing his slimy
cockhead over my face in slow and deliberate movements. "You better take
that hand off your little prick, boy, before I decide to lock it up again."
I hadn't realized I was still stroking my dick while Trent gave me a
facial. My hand sprung off of my member as if it was causing me pain and I
prayed Trent wouldn't make me wear the chastity device again.
He was puffing on his cigar, looking down at me with my face covered
in his cum. "You look beautiful, fag." He rested his softening cock on my
lips as I remained still, looking up at him. Before I knew it, he had
reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone and a second later
the darkness was lit with the camera's flash. "Say cheese," Trent taunted,
forever capturing my cum covered face under his uncut cock with a
photograph. And if that wasn't humiliating enough, he flicked his cigar as
he stood over me and showered my sticky face with a thin coating of ash.
He held his slimy cockhead against my lips and said, "Kiss it." I
gave it a kiss, and considered myself quite daring as I stuck my tongue out
to taste a little of his seed. He took one last photo before saying, "What
do you say, slut?"
"Thank you, Sir," it came out of my mouth without thought.
"That's better," he laughed as he pulled his jock and shorts back up
over his cock and balls.
He puffed his cigar for another few moments and I was trapped in that
intense stare of his, awaiting further direction. I remained still and
silent, praying that I wouldn't do anything further to displease him and
end up in the cock cage again. After a moment, he pulled a keycard out of
his other pocket and set it on the small table beside us.
"You will go back to your room and wait for me there, fag. You will
make sure your ass is ready to be fucked," he instructed. My heart soared,
perhaps I'd have a second chance to get his load inside of me and be
allowed to cum. But as fast as my high came, it dropped to a new low.
Trent scooped up my clothes, every scrap I had worn that evening, and
pitched them over the side of the balcony. I watched in horror as they
fluttered down to the ground, like leaves falling from a tree. I didn't
have to see where they landed to know my clothes were now scattered through
the bushes and flower gardens in the front of the villa.
I turned to him and he pushed the key card closer to me on the table.
"Get your ass in gear, whore. And you better still have my seed on your
face when I see you again." And with that, I began the mad dash to get
back to my room.
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I found my tshirt first, it lay draped over a bush within easy reach.
I moved to pull it over my head, but then stopped in mid action - worried I
would smear Trent's cum off of my face if I put it on. Instead I held it
in front of my nakedness, thankful for the darkness. So far I hadn't come
across anyone since leaving Trent's room.
It already felt like a lifetime ago - I had grabbed the key card from
the table and bolted back into the room to get downstairs to find my
clothes. I was so focussed on myself that I forgot Wes and Javier were
still in the room. They were on the bed and Wes was busy fucking the
lifeguard's ass, the two men grunting and moaning in pleasure. I wished I
could stop to watch, but was gone from the room as fast as I could grab my
sandals and I don't think either of them noticed my presence.
I crawled deeper into the bushes to look for the rest of my clothes.
I could see my shorts, they had actually landed on the edge of the patio of
the room below Trent's. I could see people inside through the sliding
glass door to their room as I crept closer. As I reached out to grab the
shorts, a man inside looked directly at me - I was caught. But a heartbeat
later, he looked away and I realized he couldn't see me in the darkness
from inside his brightly lit room. I grabbed my shorts and moved out of
sight of the glass door just to be safe.
I pulled on my shorts to cover my nakedness, shoving the keycard in
the pocket and jamming my tshirt down the back. I contemplated leaving my
underwear behind but noticed them caught on a branch just as I turned to
leave. I snatched them loose and went running towards my villa across the
pool as fast as I could. I glanced over my shoulder briefly and thought I
could make out the red glowing tip of Trent's cigar as he watched me from
the balcony.
As luck would have it, I didn't come across anyone as I raced around
the pool. But my luck ran out as I turned down the path leading to my
room. It was dark by the pool aside from the illuminated water and as I
stepped onto the path my eyes were still adjusting to the increased
lighting. I practically ran head first into three young guys, dropping my
underwear onto the ground as I stepped back in surprise.
One of the guys bent down to pick up the briefs, moving to hand them
back to me in a gesture of courtesy. His buddy to the left started
laughing and the one to the right blurted out, "Aw shit, it's that fag from
the other night!" At that moment, the one in the middle realized what he
had picked up and all courtesy seemed to vanish. He held my underwear out
and away from him in disgust, a second later he crunched the fabric into a
ball and pitched it into the pool. I didn't have to look to know my
underwear was floating out of reach in the water.
If they hadn't been blocking my way, I would have ran right past them
in humiliation. The one that had spoken earlier said to his buddy, "Rick,
how many likes did that picture get on your facebook?" I didn't have to be
told it was a picture of me in that ridiculous red g-string from when I ran
into these three by the pool last night.
"Over 200," Rick replied to his friend, "and then my account got
suspended."
"Christ, what did you expect when you posted a picture of someone's
balls?" said the third guy, the one who threw my underwear into the pool.
I couldn't take the embarrassment, I put my head down and practically
ran into the three guys hoping to hell they would move out of the way and I
wouldn't have to climb over them to escape. As I expected, they parted
before me and let me pass, though their mocking laughter followed me all
the way back to my room.
Once safely back in my room, I caught my breath while leaning over
the sink looking at myself in the mirror. Though Trent had blown a huge
load on my face just minutes before, there wasn't much evidence of the
facial other than a dirty smear of wetness and cigar ash down one cheek.
Wet smears continued down, trailing over my hairless body and I realized
that the majority of Trent's cum had been absorbed into the fabric of my
shorts thanks to gravity. I hoped this wasn't going to get me into
trouble.
I stripped out of my shorts, the tshirt dropping out of the back when
I began to unbutton. I kicked the clothes to the side and noticed the
twinks had left their speedo's on the bathroom floor after their shower,
and my dick hardened at the thought. It ended up being an excellent trade
in my opinion, a couple old pairs of shorts and some cheap tshirts for two
used speedos. I picked up the swimsuits and decided to try one of them on
to see if I could fit into it. It was tight, but the stretchy fabric
molded itself snugly on my hardening cock and round ass before catching on
my dick as I pulled them back down. I moved to the bedroom and set the two
swimsuits on the dresser displayed like trophies. I added my yellow speedo
to the arrangement after a moment, pleased with myself.
I grabbed the bottle of lube Ryan had left behind after we had made
love. I had intended to use it to lube my own cock and jerk off to
fantasies of my friend, but the thought of having Trent fuck me with it was
hot on my mind. I slicked my ass up and lay face down on the bed, legs
spread wide and ready. I couldn't help but slide a finger into my hole as
I waited.
Trent didn't keep me waiting long. I couldn't have been waiting more
than a couple minutes before I heard the door swing open. I lay facing
away from the hall, contorting my arm behind me to finger my ass, I wanted
to show Trent that I was ready for him to use.
But something was off, the door remained open for too long I thought.
I could hear multiple pairs of shoes on the floor and knew that Trent
wasn't alone. I hoped that he would fuck me tonight, in that moment I
worried he was going to get off on watching Wes and Javier take turns on my
hole instead.
As the footsteps filed into the room, I pulled my finger out of my
ass and turned to greet my visitors. My heart stopped dead and my mouth
dropped open, standing before me were the three young men from the
altercation at the pool. A second later, Trent appeared behind them,
standing taller than all three. He had the biggest smile on his face and I
found myself able to breathe again.
"I brought company."