Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2013 11:29:37 -0300
From: Matthew David <matthew.david.david@gmail.com>
Subject: Beach Wedding Slave - Part 5

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 5


    I finished my shower, rinsing suds from my soapy body.  I watched the
water run down my chest and cascade over the chastity cage encasing my
cock.  I was able to clean myself up relatively well, the cage allowed for
ample water flow through its many holes once my attempt at a hardon
disappeared.  As I dried myself off I could feel my pubes pulling against
the hard plastic, it wasn't too uncomfortable but it made me all the more
aware of the cage locked on my dick.

    I rummaged through my suitcase for something I could wear.  I was
worried that anything too tight would show the outline of the cage and I
searched for something loose.  I wasn't a fan of boxer shorts, all of my
underwear I had packed fell mostly into the small and tight category.  I
decided on a pair of black boxer briefs, similar to the pair Wes had been
wearing.  It provided the most coverage and the outline of the padlock was
almost hidden by the dark fabric.

    It occurred to me then, no one was going to seeing me in my underwear
tonight so what was I fussing about?  I slipped on a baggy pair of shorts
and you could never tell I had a padlock and tube of hard, clear acrylic
hidden underneath.  I put on a lightweight button-up shirt, hoping the
collar would once again mask the hickey on my neck.

    I found it difficult at first to walk around with the chastity cage -
it would rub against my thighs and pull at my pubes with each step.  But by
the time I made it to the restaurant I had grown more comfortable with the
sensation.  For once I wasn't the last to arrive, and spent a few minutes
at the bar with Ryan's parents as we waited for a table.

    Dinner was nice, we had eaten here the night before and the food was
just as good.  We spent the next couple hours enjoying each other's company
before moving to the lounge in the lobby.  I had been enjoying myself so
much that I had practically forgotten what lay locked between my legs.

      Everyone was a bit melancholy over it being their last night of
holiday, and the entire wedding party seemed reluctant to return home to
the cold winter weather.  As the night progressed the group got smaller.
First Ryan's parents left for bed, and then Felice's mother.  Danielle and
Jasmine convinced Felice to have one last drink and a dance at the
discoteque, leaving me alone with Ryan and his sister.

    It wasn't long before we decided it was time to call it a night too.
We parted ways knowing that we still had a couple of hours tomorrow morning
before they were shuttled off to the airport.  Brother and sister departed
arm in arm and I returned to my room alone.  I knew I was being foolish
thinking Ryan and I had done anything inappropriate last night, we were
just good friends, nothing more.

    I kicked off my shorts and turned on the TV before laying down on the
bed.  I thought about the events of the last few days while staring at the
ceiling, hardly paying attention to the rerun movie on the television.  I
groped at the chastity cage through my boxer briefs, probing the hardness
of the plastic underneath the fabric.  I was beginning to get aroused and
could feel my cock straining against its confines as it tried to grow.  I
wouldn't say it was painful, but having my erection completely denied in
this way was certainly uncomfortable.

    A knock at the door startled me from my thoughts.  I had a good idea
who I would find on the other side of that door - Trent coming to get his
rocks off at my expense, or Wes sneaking around for another pass at my ass.
To my surprise, it was Ryan.

    I invited him in and was thankful I had chosen the black boxer briefs
to hide the chastity cage.  The hard plastic and padlock were not obvious,
you really had to look at my package to notice anything unusual.

      Ryan held out my shorts he had borrowed this morning, "I didn't want
to forget to give these back to you," he said.  He plopped himself down on
the bed and I took a seat on the opposite side, a couple feet between us.
It was just like our teenage years all over again, the two of us watching
TV in his bedroom.  Well, not exactly the same I thought, remembering how
many people had fucked on this same bed in the last 24 hours.  The maid
hadn't even been by to change the sheets since Trent blew his load up Wes's
ass.

      We watched the movie in silence for a while, and I knew Ryan had
something on his mind.  I didn't want to force anything, so I waited
patiently for him to come around.

      "I want to thank you for coming to my wedding, Matt.  You can't
imagine how much it means to me," Ryan finally said.  "You know we invited
over 100 people?  I didn't think many would come, but I guess I had hoped
someone would have made the effort."

      I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, had Scott and I not broken
up I doubt I would have made the effort either.

      "Things haven't been going so smooth with me and Felice lately, you
know.  We just bought the house and she's been talking about having a kid.
It felt like the time to get married, but I don't know..." he trailed off.

      I turned towards my friend and put my hand on his arm for comfort, it
felt like the right thing to do.  "It's going to be ok, Ryan.  You're just
getting cold feet.  Being married isn't going to change your guys'
relationship, you've been together so long already."  I wasn't sure if I
was saying what he wanted to hear.

      "I guess," he said after a pause.  And then out of the blue, "I
fucked Danielle the other night."

      I was at a loss for words, it felt like my eyes were big as
saucers. "Ryan... I..."

      He just started talking over me.  "It's not a big secret, Felice
knows.  We've had an open relationship for years already.  She's fine with
it.  I have needs, she has needs, we fuck around."

      I didn't know what to say.  "Yeah, man... but Danielle?  She was a
bridesmaid," I heard myself blurt out.

    Ryan laughed and I looked at him in confusion.  "I've been fucking
Danielle for almost as long as I've been fucking Felice, how do you think
they met?  We're all good on that front, no one has any hard feelings."

    This was a side of Ryan I never knew existed.  I suppose we all have
our private sides, and I imagined what Ryan's reaction would be to my
recent sexual adventures.  Would he be as open minded?

    Still, I knew there was something more he wanted to say.  "So what's
the problem then?  It doesn't seem like that's what's bothering you."

    He looked at me and I knew I had hit a sore spot.  "Well Felice is fine
with me fucking other girls," he began to say, "but she gets all bent out
of shape if I show any interest in a guy."

    My jaw must have hit the floor.  "What?" was all I managed.

    "Now don't get me wrong, I'm not gay or anything.  Sex is sex, you know
what I mean?  A wet hole feels good no matter if it's a mouth or a pussy or
an ass."  I suppose I could see logic in this.

    "You remember Tommy Haine?" Ryan asked.  How could I forget Tommy
Haine.  He was one of Kim's friends, a couple years younger than Ryan and
me.  The summer before I moved away I spent three months trying to get into
Tommy Haine's pants.  He was one of those dreamy guys that was confident
and good looking, never once ashamed of being gay.  The best I got out of
him was a few minutes of making out on the deck after a BBQ one warm night
before he confessed I was not his type.  Of course I remembered Tommy
Haine.

    "Yeah, I remember him," I replied.

    "He goes to the same gym as me, we started working out together about a
year ago.  Kim still goes out drinking with him and their mates a couple
times a month."  I waited for him to continue.  "Well... he blew me in the
shower a couple of times... and then he started texting me, asking me if I
wanted to hook up with him.  You know, like fuck buddies."

    I could not believe what I was hearing.  "Go on," I said.

    "Well, we hooked up a couple of times.  He would suck me off and I
would fuck him.  I guess technically that's pretty gay, but to me it was
just sex, you know what I mean?"

      I tried to stifle a laugh when he said this.  "Technically," I said
with a smile.

      "Aw, piss off," Ryan said, "I'm pouring my heart out to you here."  I
gave him my most reassuring look and waited for him to continue.

      "Anyway, I tell Felice about him and she gets pissed.  We're always
open with each other about who we're fucking, its always worked well to not
keep secrets about anyone we have on the side.  God knows she's just as bad
as I am.  But then she has the nerve to tell me she doesn't like me messing
around with guys, says she can't compete with a dude the way she can with a
girl.  That's bullshit man, I don't get jealous when she fucks another
girl."

      Again I laughed.  "Of course you don't," and immediately said,
"sorry, I couldn't help myself."

      "She's been pretty weird about it since then and we haven't really
talked it over again.  And then this morning she gets all bent out of shape
again, I thought we had moved past this."

      My stomach dropped and my mouth went dry.  "What do you mean this
morning?  What am I missing?"

      "You don't remember?  I didn't think you were that drunk."

      "What?  What are you talking about?" I heard myself plead.

      "You and me - we... kind of got together last night."

      Silence.  "Kind of got together?  What do you mean?"

      "Uh, well... it's not like I took advantage of you or anything, but I
guess you were kind of half out of it..."

      "Ryan, tell me what happened," I demanded.

      He hesitated, then confessed, "I sat on your face and jerked off
while you licked my ass."  His cheeks flushed red and he shrank into
himself a bit, awaiting my reaction.  "You pulled yours out to jerk off too
but you sort of fell asleep."

      I thought he must be joking... Unfortunately though, it was all
beginning to make sense; Ryan naked in bed beside me, my cock hanging out
of my underwear, the dried cum on my chest.  I was feeling overwhelmed and
confused.

      I turned away from him and sat on the side of the bed, trying to
collect my thoughts.

      Ryan gave me some space, but eventually said, "I didn't think you'd
be so upset about it.  I always thought you were attracted to me.  I'm
sorry."

      The thing was I have always been attracted to him, and in all honesty
I wasn't upset with him - but my mind needed a little time to process this
revelation.  I had dreamed of having sex with Ryan for over half my life
already, it was just a shock it happened without me remembering.

    "If it's any consolation, you're a better ass eater than Tommy Haine,"
he joked.  I couldn't stop myself, I burst out laughing.

    Ryan was relieved to see my spirits rise.  He came up behind me and
started to massage my shoulders and I began to relax immediately.  "I don't
want things to be weird between us, if you want me to stop just say the
word."

    I most definitely didn't want him to stop, but I had to say it.  "What
about Felice?"

    "She told me to not come back until I had gotten it out of my system."
He then added, "Gotten you out of my system."

    I shivered with excitement, but then remembered my cock was locked away
in that goddamn plastic cage.  How would I explain it to Ryan?  I couldn't
see any way of avoiding the topic if we were going to go through with what
I thought was coming.

    Ryan pulled his shirt off and then unbuttoned mine, pulling it down off
my shoulders.  He inched himself closer and I could feel his warmth against
my back.  The soft hair on his chest ticked me and I could feel the
hardness of a pierced nipple press into my skin.  His mouth was against my
neck and he was suddenly doing to me what I had daydreamed doing to him.
His hands reached around my chest and he pulled me against him in an erotic
hug.

    "Do you want me to keep going?" he whispered in my ear.

    I turned my face and kissed him hard on the mouth, twisting my torso as
I answered him with my body.  We fell backwards onto the bed in unison, our
chests pressing together as I lay on top of him, exploring each other's
mouths as we kissed.  He slid his hands down under my boxer briefs and
grabbed two handfuls of my ass.

      "Take these off," he said.

      A wave of panic hit me, the time to stay and reveal my shameful
secret, or run and hide, had arrived.  I pulled away from him and he could
feel my anxiety.

      "Stand up," Ryan instructed, his voice gentle.  I stood up at the
side of the bed and turned to face him, his head level with my abdomen.  He
reached his hands to the waist of my boxer briefs and began to pull them
down over my hips.  I hung my head in shame, certain our sexual adventure
was at an end.

      In a heartbeat my underwear was removed and my caged cock was
exposed.  I don't think I'd ever been so humiliated in my life, I felt
tears beginning to gather in the corners of my eyes.

      And then Ryan released all of the built up tension with a few simple
words.  "Nice, a cock cage.  I thought you had something weird going on
down there."  My panic began to subside.  "Felice makes me wear one of
these when she goes out of town.  They're pretty hot, hey?"  I could feel
myself able to breathe again, reassured our friendship was no longer
hurtling towards disaster.  I was surprised Ryan was so familiar with the
chastity device, I had never seen one before in my life.  "Who put this on
you?  That guy from last night?"

      Though relieved, I didn't want to further my humiliation by
explaining how I ended up with my cock locked away.  "Yeah," I said.

      Ryan ran his hands down my sides, starting above my hips and ending
at my knees.  "Do you still want to go through with this?  I'm not going to
get you into trouble, am I?"  I wouldn't stop for the world, I had dreamed
of this moment for years.

      "No, it's good.  I want to continue."  I pulled Ryan up off of the
bed and kissed him, pushing my naked body into his, my caged cock banging
against his belt buckle.  I had one hand behind his head pulling his hair,
the other wrapped tight around his waist.  Ryan was unbuckling his belt,
working the front of his shorts open as he went.

      I broke off our kiss and dropped to my knees before him.  I eased his
shorts down, followed by his boxers.  They had a woodland pattern on them,
repeated images of a moose and maple leaf proclaiming his Canadian roots in
an almost ridiculous manner.  Gladly, my attention was focussed on
something much bigger.

      Ryan's cock stood before me, pointing lazily at my face.  It rose up
from a thick bush of warm brown pubes, and hair grew down his legs and up
his belly in a delicious looking trail.  The head of his cock was
glistening with precum, the circumcised shaft fleshy and pale.  It was a
beautiful sight, and I could have looked at it for hours if it hadn't
disappeared down my throat.  I was in heaven.

      I worked my mouth over his cock, savoring his sweet taste and musky
scent.  My sucking was slow and deliberate, I wanted to make love to him
with my mouth.  With my own cock denied to me, I was able to focus
completely on making Ryan feel good.

      He moaned in pleasure as I blew him, breathing slowly and deeply.
"You gay guys sure know how to suck dick," he said between breaths, "you
could teach women how to do it right."  I tried not to imagine what a woman
could teach me about eating a pussy, the thought was frightening.

      I continued my considerate blow job for a few more minutes before
Ryan reached for my chin, pulling my face to look up at his.  My lips were
wrapped wet around his shaft when he asked, "Can I fuck you?"

      I looked into his eyes and nodded my head, I would have said 'please
fuck me' had my mouth not been full with his member.

      He pulled himself out of my mouth and then told me to lay on the bed.
I wasn't sure what way he wanted, and assumed a doggy-style position to
hide my caged dick.

      "No, on your back," he said.  "I want to look at you."

      I was beginning to think mr. big talk had been bullshitting me with
his speech about how a hole was a hole and sex was just sex.  Maybe it was
just my imagination and the fact that he clearly cared for me as a friend,
but I was certain we weren't just fucking - Ryan was going to make love to
me.

      He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and positioned himself before
me.  His moist cock touched my hole and he reached for something under the
pillow.  He pulled a bottle of lube out from hiding and squirted some over
his prick and more onto my exposed ass.  The little bastard had been
planning this from the start, I thought, he even hid a bottle of lube under
the pillow while he had been laying there.

      My mental complaint was short lived, Ryan eased his hips forward
slowly and began to enter my ass.  As he pushed into me he maintained eye
contact the whole time, watching my face for my reactions.  I wanted
nothing more than to feel him inside me and moaned softly each time he
pushed himself deeper.  As he sunk the last bit of his cock into my ass, he
pushed his mouth onto mine and we shared a kiss.

      As he began to make love to me, Ryan either maintained eye contact or
broke away for a kiss.  He was being passionate and gentle and I felt
myself melting into his touch.  I wanted this feeling to go on forever,
though my aching cock crammed into the chastity device reminded me of my
predicament.

      As if reading my mind, Ryan said, "I wish I could take that thing off
of you.  It would be so hot if we could blow our loads at the same time."
I couldn't agree more, it would be very hot.

      Sadly, my locked cock was the reality and I had to go without my own
pleasure - at the worst possible time.  But then it occurred to me, I was
feeling intense pleasure - I was able to concentrate on the feeling of Ryan
inside of me instead of squandering my attention on my own selfish desire
to cum.  Maybe this cock cage was a blessing in disguise?

      Nah, I think I really just wanted to cum - old habits are hard to
break!

      Well at least one of us was able to cum, and Ryan did so with a
gentle passion.  As he neared orgasm, he began to frantically kiss me.  His
thrusts sped up and he began to moan with his mouth pressed into mine - he
was cumming.  He dropped his weight onto my body and held his cock still
inside of me, I could feel it pulse as he deposited his load deep in my
ass.  He let out a soft whimper as he finished, this sound coming from such
a masculine man was almost comical.  It made me understand just how
endearing he was as a friend, and as a lover.  This intimacy we shared
would remain in my memory forever.

      Ryan pulled himself out of me, rolling onto his side.  He gently
pushed me to my side as well, and spooned me from behind.  He flashed his
goofy smile and said, "Was it good for you too?"

      I could only laugh, it was good for me but how I wished I was allowed
to cum too.  We lay there for some time, I listened to his breathing as he
held me close to his body, his warmth radiating pleasantly.  I could
certainly fall for someone at times like these, the intimacy between us
fanning the fire in my heart.  Even as I daydreamed we could be something
more than friends, I knew we could never be lovers.  At least not in the
way I needed him.

      Ryan began to run his fingers through my hair.  I reached a hand
behind me, resting it along the top of his thigh.  I didn't think I would
see this tenderness with Trent and Wes, and I tried to savor my time
together with Ryan.

      We must have been in bed for quite a while, the movie on the TV had
long since finished and the screen was fuzzy with off-air static.  Without
getting up, Ryan said, "I have to go."

      "I know," I replied, a hint of sorrow in my voice.

      "Matty, you're one of my best friends.  I really care for you."  He
hardly ever called me Matty, my mother was the only other person who called
me that.

      "I know," I said again.

      "Nothing is going to change between us, ok?  Things are just a little
different now.  A little more special, ok?"

      I rolled over to face him, my nose practically touching his as I
looked into his eyes.

      "Did you get me out of your system?" I asked, trying not to sound
sarcastic.

      He stared into my eyes for a long moment before he answered.  "No."

      I closed my eyes as he said this, afraid of what may happen next.  I
felt his lips soft upon my brow and he kissed me gently.

      Before I had time to respond, he reached a hand around me and swatted
me hard on the ass - my body jerked in surprise.  "But as far as the old
ball and chain is concerned, you are officially out of my system!" Ryan
said with a laugh.

      He reached over to tickle my ribs and we rolled around on the bed
like a couple of kids horsing around, each of us trying to get the upper
hand over the other.

      Just as I was about to pin him down and claim victory, he slipped
from my grasp and sprung out of the bed, clapping his hands together in a
foolish gesture of defiance.  There it was, he was out of my bed and it was
time for me to come back to reality.  Ryan must have sensed this too, and
he reached forward to stroke his hand down the side of my face.

      "I won't forget that I owe you one ejaculation," the word sounded
weird coming from his mouth, "it's only fair since you didn't get to cum."

      I looked down at my caged cock and sighed.  "Maybe this summer?" I
said.

      "Maybe this summer," he replied.

      He gathered up his clothes and I slipped on my underwear, feeling
slightly uncomfortable sitting before him naked.  He dressed and I stood to
meet him as he prepared to go.

      Ryan pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly on the mouth.  He
whispered a thank you in my ear and then he was off.  "See you in a couple
hours," he said as he walked away.

      I returned to my bed after switching off the television.  I certainly
didn't see that one coming, I thought, and I wasn't altogether unhappy with
the end result.  I was hopeful that our friendship would become stronger
because of our shared intimacy.  I always knew I loved Ryan, but it had
always been the love of friendship.  I wasn't a fool, I knew it was
pointless to wish for anything more from him - he had already given all he
was able to give.  Still, it didn't hurt to dream.