Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2013 10:47:34 -0300
From: Matthew David <matthew.david.david@gmail.com>
Subject: Beach Wedding Slave - Part 6

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 6

    The next morning passed in a blur.  I stuffed my caged cock into
another baggy pair of shorts and dreamed of getting rid of the thing.
Breakfast was over before I knew it and everyone ran off to pack up their
things, leaving me alone with Felice's mom; she had packed to go the night
before.  Ryan was warm and friendly with me, but no more than usual.  He
was getting along with his wife much better than the day before and in a
way I was glad to provide her with some 'resolution.'  I began to think of
how open they were in their sexuality with each other and knew, as odd as
it sounded, it must take a strong commitment between them to make it work
for so long.  My mind wandered to Scott, how his cheating caused our break
up - how did Ryan and Felice make it work when it fell apart for me?  Well
it's not really cheating if each partner is in agreement I concluded.

    As anal retentive as Felice's mother was, she was still a pretty
entertaining woman.  Over the past few days she began to warm up to me and
her personality improved considerably.  We sat by the pool and she told me
all about how her second husband used to dress up in her clothes and makeup
and for years she was convinced it was Felice ruining her cosmetics.  She
learned the truth after catching him in the act one day, coming home sick
from work.  She confessed to buying him several pairs of high heels larger
than her own - she was tired of having hers stretched by his large feet!
They remained happily married until he passed away several years ago from
cancer.  She never remarried, and began to tell me about all the men she
started to meet online.  Currently she had 3 boyfriends and didn't want to
be tied down by any of them.

    Ryan and the others checked out of their rooms and left their luggage
with the bellboy before joining us for a few more minutes of sun by the
pool.  And then it was time for them to go.  It was an odd farewell, they
were all leaving and I was the only one staying.  I guess I had made it out
to be much more in my mind as I watched them pile onto the airport shuttle.
Danielle and Jasmine waved goodbye and Felice gave me a hug and wished me
well, no hint of any hard feelings.  Ryan's parents promised to see me
again in the summer and Kim gave me a kiss on the cheek as she left.  Ryan
grabbed me in his strong arms and gave me his typical bear hug, only this
time I felt him kiss me light and brief on the neck.

    "Thank you for last night," he whispered in my ear.  He had been so
tender and considerate, I wondered if sex with his wife was the same.  He
released me from his grip and looked me in the eye.  "Enjoy the rest of
your vacation," he said and grabbed his groin and I couldn't help but
laugh.

    With a wink and a goofy smile he bid me farewell and climbed onto the
shuttle.  I waved to them as they drove away, but in all honesty I was only
thinking of Ryan.

    I returned to my room not knowing what to do with the rest of my day.
Trent had instructed me to come find him after the wedding party left and I
wasn't sure I was ready to wander the resort in search of him.  I decided
to wait until the afternoon.  To my dismay, the maid was in the process of
cleaning up my room and I contemplated asking her to leave the bed
untouched.  After watching Wes get his ass plowed by Trent, and Ryan's
lovemaking session with me, I felt like those bedsheets and I had a lot of
happy memories together.

    Of course I didn't say anything, in fact I turned and left her to her
business before she even knew I was there.  I still had over an hour before
lunch and tried to figure out how to kill some time.  I certainly wasn't
going to go swimming, in the pool or in the ocean, while wearing this
ridiculous cock cage.  A clingy wet swimsuit would emphasize the hard
plastic locked on my dick, it was not an option.  I had dressed in loose
gym shorts and tshirt, the bruise on my neck having faded to a less obvious
mark.  I may as well go and work out, I thought, and headed towards the
resort's gym.

    It was a small and compact room, with your basic equipment and not much
more.  Several treadmills faced the window, and the only other person in
the gym occupied the single elliptical.  She was a girl about my age, she
wiped sweat from her brow as she smiled at me - her ponytail swinging side
to side.

      I didn't have anything with me, no towel or change of clothes, and
decided I didn't want to risk getting sweaty.  Besides, I couldn't very
well do cardio exercise wearing flip flops and the chastity cage rubbed
against my legs enough with just simple walking.  Instead, I opted for a
workout with the weights.

      Even so, working my arms and chest put new kinds of pressure on my
groin and I was very conscious of the hard plastic between my thighs.  I
had to adjust myself countless times and hoped the elliptical girl was not
misreading my actions.  I wondered how much longer I'd have to be locked
away.

      I gave up on my workout after half an hour of readjusting my dick.
Thankfully, the maid had finished up and my room was tidy and clean.  I
decided another shower was in order and stripped down to just my birthday
suit... and the chastity cage.  After I finished showering, I wandered
around my room naked, allowing my locked cock the opportunity to air dry.

      What will the next few days hold in store for me, I wondered.  It was
already Wednesday and I was leaving for home Sunday morning.  I still
didn't know where Trent and Wes were staying on the resort and though the
thought of having to search for them was erotic, I wasn't looking forward
to the reality of tracking them down.

      I got dressed and decided to head out for lunch.  I chose a simple
pair of briefs, white with a blue band, and a baggy pair of cargo shorts to
hide the chastity device.  It was going to be a pretty hot day out and I
opted for a tank top to keep myself cool.  I grabbed a book and some
sunglasses and headed out towards the buffet restaurant.

      I flipped through my book while I ate, constantly peering around to
see if Trent or Wes were anywhere to be seen.  I hung around the buffet
long after I had finished eating, pushing around some fruit on my plate in
an attempt to not look out of place.  Finally I gave up and returned to my
room.

      There was a folded scrap of paper just inside the door.  The cock
cage pinched against my balls as I bent to pick it up, causing me to grunt
in discomfort.  My eyes had to adjust for a moment as I tried to read the
writing on the note, the contrast between the darkened room and the glaring
sun was drastic.

      My eyes began to focus and I was able to read the small handwriting
on the note.

      Report to room 1102 at 4pm, for service.  Bring a razor and shaving
cream.  Wear only a swimsuit and footwear, nothing else.  You will
surrender your room key when you arrive and you shall not return without
permission.  Do not be late.

      Well there it was, my path to submission was laid out before me.  I
was turned on but reluctant at the same time, confused after my encounter
with Ryan the night before.  I could ignore Trent's instruction, just go
about the rest of my holiday enjoying peace and quiet like I had originally
planned.  If I was careful I could easily avoid both of them for the
remainder of my stay.  But they would be on the same flight home... and
Trent had the key for the lock on my cock.  What was I to do?

      I realize now I was only internalizing this debate in my mind.  I had
decided to submit to Trent the moment he forced me down in the sand to suck
him off.  Granted, a lot of strange things have happened to me between now
and then, but the fact of the matter was I wanted Trent to dominate me, to
use me, to humiliate me.  I knew I was going to go through with it even as
I pretended to debate my options, perhaps my hesitation was intended to
make me feel like less of a slut.  The amount of cock I'd had over the last
few days, and the fact that my dick was locked away, were easy to overlook
as long as I pretended to not want to go down this path.

      I hadn't brought shaving cream with me, I never needed to use it for
the dismal amount of hair that grew on my chin and cheeks.  Ironically, I
grew more hair on my neck than the rest of my face and I always told people
I could grow a nice neck-beard.  I decided to head over to the gift shop to
see if I could find the supplies.  I tried to avoid thinking about what
Trent wanted them for.

      A new razor and shaving cream were easy to find.  I took a bit of
time looking at the swimsuits they had for sale.  The selection was large,
ranging from the modest surf shorts typical of North Americans, to smaller
and more revealing more common of European styles.  I got distracted
quickly by the souvenirs, mostly cigars and liquor, remembering that I had
promised to bring some back home for my friends.  I wasn't sure what my
life would be like once I walked into room 1102 and thought I better get my
souvenir shopping out of the way while I still had the freedom.

        I headed back towards my room with my purchases and took a detour
after consulting one of the many large resort maps posted around the
grounds.  Room 1102 wasn't that far away from my own, it was in a villa
just across the pool.  I returned to my own room after figuring out where
to go, making note of the time it took me to travel the distance.

      I checked my phone and confirmed I had over two hours to spare.  I
tidied up my clothes in the suitcase, looking over my swimsuit options.  I
had brought a pair of surf shorts that went down almost to my knees, and a
shorter pair of bright blue trunks that reached mid-thigh.  I opted for the
trunks, thinking Trent would like them better.  They had been the pair I
was wearing when I first saw him on the beach.

      I loosely packed my things in case I wasn't going to see much more of
this room.  I felt a little guilty, only just a little, when I rolled up
Trent's jockstrap and hid it in my suitcase with the cigars and liquor.
Now that's a souvenir I'll never forget, I laughed to myself.

       The next couple hours passed quickly.  I took a nap and set my alarm
for 3:30.  I freshened up in the bathroom before stripping out of my
clothes and sliding into the swimsuit. I could see the chastity cage
outlined clear as day, but felt confident that it wasn't that noticeable
unless you were looking directly.  It's a good thing room 1102 was close,
and I wouldn't look out of place by the pool walking around in only my
trunks.

      I gathered up my shopping bag with the razor and shaving cream,
grabbed my keycard and closed the door as I walked out into uncertainty.  I
glanced at my phone to check the time as I stood in front of 1102, it was
3:59.  I began to wonder if I should have even brought my phone, the note
had only said not to wear anything else.  But before I had time to complete
the thought, the door swung open before me and Trent stood there in his
masculine glory wearing only a loose pair of boxers.

      "Get your ass inside," he instructed and snatched the phone out of my
hand.  "Who told you to bring this?" he barked.

      "No one..." I stammered.

      "What?" he barked again.

      "Uh... no one, Sir."

      "That's better," he said and pulled me into room 1102.

      It was the same layout as my own, located on the second level with a
staircase leading to all the upper flats.  His balcony faced the pool but
enjoyed a bit more privacy than my own from the palm trees in front.  The
bed and TV were on opposite walls compared to my room, but otherwise it was
identical.  He took the bag from my hands and placed it down on the
bed-stand along with my phone.

      Trent stood me in the centre of the room before taking a big step
back to look me over, his arms crossed on his hairy chest.  Wes was nowhere
to be seen.

      "Strip."

      I obeyed, kicking my trunks off along with my sandals.  I stood
before him, covering my caged cock with my cupped hands.  I could feel it
struggling to get hard as it expanded in the acrylic tube until it could
grow no more.

      "Hands behind your back, legs spread," he commanded.  He assumed the
same position for a moment to show me what he wanted.  "You will stand like
this whenever you are in my presence unless otherwise instructed."

      I followed his lead and he appeared to be pleased.  He reached a hand
up to touch my bare chest, and ran it down over body until his fingertips
rested on the padlocked chastity device.

      "Very nice, boy," he said.  "Turn around."

      I did as I was told and he began to fondle my ass, my own hands
clasped together at the small of my back.  He pushed his fingers up into my
ass crack and I felt his rough touch on my pucker.  "You've got a bit of
hair in there, don't you boy?"

      "Yes Sir," I meekly replied.

      "Men have hair, not boys," he lectured.  "When I fuck a man I expect
to feel his hairy balls and his furry ass.  When I fuck a slave, I expect
it to be hairless.  Do you understand?"

      "Yes Sir," I answered.

      "Are you a man?" he asked, still moving his fingers around in the
crack of my ass.

      "No Sir," I answered.  I was beginning to feel humiliated.

      "What are you, boy?"

      "Your slave, Sir."

      "That's right, you're my slave, boy.  So what are we going to do
about all this hair?"  He reached around to my front and grabbed a handful
of my pubes.

      I let out a gasp as he gave the hair a quick tug.  "I... I don't
know, Sir."

      "I think you do know," Trent replied.  "Wes, get in here."

      He had been in the bathroom the whole time, listening to our
conversation.  He came around the corner and stood before us.  He was
wearing a leather harness that crossed over his chest, a thick leather band
running down his abdomen towards his cock.  A black jock hid the end of the
leather strap and his own shaved pubes.  Wes also stood with his legs
spread and his hands behind his back.

      "Wes, I want you to take little Matthew here into the bathroom.  I
want you to take off his cage and then shave him bare.  If you miss any
hair on his cock, balls or ass you will be punished, do you understand?"

      "I understand, Sir," Wes replied.

      "After you are done, you will put the cage back onto him and you will
both await further instruction kneeling here, on the floor.  You can show
Matthew how to kneel when the time comes."

      "Yes Sir," Wes answered.

      "If he cums while the cage is off of him, you will wear it for a
month as punishment.  Do you understand?"  I could not imagine having to
wear a chastity device for that long, it would be beyond torture.

      "Yes Sir."

      "Good, you boys get your asses in the bathroom.  I will be relaxing
on the balcony."  I turned to follow Wes into the bathroom.  "I look
forward to examining your smooth pussy, Matthew," Trent said as I passed.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, it was degrading to hear him refer to
my ass as a pussy.

      Wes and I slipped into the bathroom.  It was a reasonable size and we
had a bit of space to maneuver.  His ass looked pretty hot framed in the
black jock, and the leather harness accentuated his muscular chest.  While
wearing the jock you would never have known he was shaved bare, his
treasure trail and hairy legs were left untouched.

      Wes produced a small key and got to work disassembling the chastity
cage.  He wasn't saying much and told me several times to shut up when I
tried to engage him in nervous conversation.  As he knelt in front of me,
he pulled the cage off and immediately my cock stood at attention.

      He looked up from where he knelt and said simply, "Don't you fucking
dare cum."

      I resigned myself to the fact that he was in a bad mood for some
reason and allowed him to shave me in silence.  Wes began by covering my
bush in cold shaving cream before scraping the razor over my sensitive
skin.  My balls were next and he spent much longer pulling and stretching
my sack as he went, making sure no trace of hair remained. He had me stand
away from him, a foot propped up on the rim of the bathtub to get good
access to my ass.  I shifted to the other leg part way through and soon he
had shaved me bare from behind as well.

      Just as I thought we were finished, he began to cover my thighs with
the shaving cream too.  I broke the silence by saying, "Stop. What are you
doing?"

      He gave me a dark look and said, "Shut up.  I will hold you down and
do this if you don't cooperate."  I knew he could do it, he was almost
twice my size.  I sighed and let him shave my legs from groin to ankle, my
erection wilting with each passing minute.  Just when I figured he was
done, he smeared more cream up my treasure trail and over the small patch
of hair between my pecs.  He even shaved my armpits. I wasn't very hairy,
but I had that hair since puberty and I felt more than naked without it.
When he was finished, he pushed me into the shower for a quick rinse.  As I
towelled off Wes was waiting for me with the cock cage.

      "Better lose that hardon, slut," he warned.  I was barely hard, the
only thing turning me on was the newness of my completely hairless body.  A
shaved crotch did have its advantages I noticed, my cock looked bigger
without the hair surrounding it.

      Wes reattached the chastity cage to my limp member without a word.  I
couldn't figure out why he was so upset with me, he had been quite friendly
yesterday.  I hope he wasn't going to keep this up for too long.

      Wes led me back into the main room and instructed me to kneel on the
floor with my hands placed in front of my head, almost as if I was praying.
Praying with my hairless ass stuck up in the air, my balls on display
between my legs.

      As Wes assumed the same position, I noticed he had something black
between his ass cheeks.  I shifted myself to get a better look, realizing
he had a buttplug up his hole the entire time he was shaving me, I had been
too focussed on my own situation to notice his.

      We waited on the floor for less than a minute before Trent came in
off the balcony.  He greeted us by saying, "Good boys."  He then walked
around me, examining my hairless body.

      Trent ran a hand over my smooth ass and placed a finger on my pucker.
A shiver of ecstasy came over me and I could feel my cock begin to swell
against the sides of the cage.

      "You did a very nice job shaving Matthew," Trent said to his
boyfriend.

      "Thank you Sir," Wes answered in response.

      "Did I ask you to shave his legs?" Trent added.

      "No, Sir."

      "I don't believe I asked you to shave his chest or armpits either."
Trent paused for a moment, standing above us with his arms crossed over his
chest.  "When are you going to learn, Wes?  If you keep acting like a boy I
am going to have to treat you like a boy.  Haven't I punished you enough
today already?"

      Wes remained silent momentarily, perhaps choosing his reply
carefully.  "I'm sorry, Sir," he finally answered.

      "We can discuss this later.  You boys need to get ready for dinner,
I'm hungry.  Wes, help Matthew get dressed."

      Wes got up from the floor and I took that as my cue to follow suit.
He led me to the bathroom once again, and opened the closet opposite the
sink.  "Put these on," he said, handing me a pile of clothes.  I wasn't
sure what I was expecting, something humiliating or degrading I guess - the
thought of what I was going to have to wear was turning me on.  I was
disappointed to find a pair of jeans and a fitted dress shirt, the clothes
were actually quite nice.  I started to wonder where they came from,
obviously they too small to fit either man.  Wes interrupted my thought by
handing me something else, what appeared to be a handful of string.  "And
this," he said.

      I knew I had gotten off too easy.  Wes handed me the smallest looking
g-string I had ever seen, it was essentially a couple pieces of string
attached to a small scrap of red fabric.  When I slid it up over my caged
cock it barely covered the hard plastic, the fabric stretching to
accommodate the size.  I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my
hairless body and the cock cage bulging out of the tiny red g-string.  My
reflection in the mirrored closet door showed the red string disappearing
down the crack of my ass.

      I finished getting dressed, and so did Wes.  His was similar, dress
pants and a buttoned shirt, only his cock was still covered by his black
jockstrap.  The leather harness was barely noticeable under the shirt, but
occasionally I caught a peek of the edge of a black strap as he shifted his
arms.  It was very hot knowing his ass was plugged under those tight pants.

      Trent interrupted, saying, "Are you whores ready to go?"  He had also
dressed in the other part of the room, looking handsome in a collared shirt
and dress shorts.

      Off we went, heading down to the buffet restaurant as the sun dipped
low on the horizon.  We actually made a pretty good looking trio, I
thought, but if they only knew what was hiding under our nice clothes...
Trent told me that I was not to speak during dinner unless he instructed,
the only exception would be to reply to any questions a waitress may ask
me.  Aside from that, I was to enjoy myself as he intended this to be fun.

      Trent chose a table along the edge of the restaurant, overlooking one
of the resort's many gardens.  He ordered drinks for all three of us, a
cocktail for him and sodas for me and Wes, and we went up to the buffet to
get some food.

      Apparently the don't speak without permission rule didn't apply to
Wes, because he talked all through dinner.  After eating lunch by myself, I
was thankful for company during a meal, as unusual as this company was.

      Wes was still in a bad mood and was being argumentative with his
boyfriend.  Trent was handling it well, not letting Wes's mood darken his
own.

      He turned to me and said, "Wes here is upset with you, Matthew.
Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong." He must have seen the concern
on my face.  "We needed to get you something to wear that would fit.
You're not much bigger than the hustlers on the beach, you know.  I
instructed Wes to get you some clothes, whatever it took.  Do you know what
it took?"

      I shook my head, unsure whether that was permission to speak.  I
could see Wes's face getting red, he was getting angry.

      "It took a group of three hustlers to piece together your clothes.
Wes brought all three back to our room to make the trade, in time for
lunch.  He had hoped a free meal would be enough, but of course it wasn't.
Why don't you tell Matthew what else you had to do to get those clothes?"

      Wes shot his boyfriend a cold look, his defiance clear as day.  Trent
waited patiently though, showing no change in his friendly demeanor.
Eventually Wes let out a sigh and said, "I had to fuck them."

      Trent laughed and Wes hung his head, looking down at the table.
"Don't you mean you had to let them fuck you, Wes?  You had to let three
twinks fuck your ass to get those clothes?  You big manly man, you had to
let three teenagers blow their loads up your hairless cunt?  They couldn't
have been older than 19, hey Wes?  And they had their way with you, isn't
that right?"

      I was getting turned on thinking about my clothes, enjoying Wes's
obvious humiliation.

      When Wes didn't reply, Trent continued, "You see, Matthew, Wes
fancies himself a real man.  He likes to fuck, he likes to be in control.
He submits to me, but for anyone else he is the alpha male.  He didn't
appreciate me taking him down a peg, letting those twinks fuck him.  He
didn't appreciate me taking away all of his pubic hair, leaving him bare as
a boy.  And he has been acting like a child ever since, isn't that right
Wes?"

      After a pause, "Yes Sir," Wes replied.

      "I put that buttplug in Wes's ass to remind him that he is my boy,
and my word is law.  He is going to hold the cum of those twinks in there
until I decide he is ready to begin acting like a man again."

      I sat back in shock, I could not believe we were having this
conversation in a crowded restaurant.  Thankfully, the surrounding tables
seemed to be more concerned with their meals than with what Trent had to
say.

      Trent seemed to be composing his thoughts, after a few moments of
silence he continued.  "Wes only likes to be fucked by me.  But a boy's
hole is for fucking, I think we can all agree.  Before you can show me you
are ready to be a man again, Wes, I think you need to show me you can take
a fucking like a man.  No more pouting, no more sulking.  Those hustlers
may have been turned on by your reluctance to take their dicks, but I
wasn't.  I think we will head back to the room and Matthew here is going to
fuck you.  If you can prove to me that you can take it like a man, then you
will prove to me you deserve to be treated like a man again.  How does that
sound?"

      The look on Wes's face said he thought it was a terrible idea, but he
obediently answered, "Yes Sir."  I was thrilled with the idea of not only
getting to take this cock cage off, but with the idea of getting to fuck
Wes with the seed of three hustler twinks still warm in his ass.

      My excitement was short lived, unfortunately.  Trent continued,
"Don't worry, Wes, he's not going to fuck you with his tiny little cock."
Hey, my cock wasn't tiny I thought.  Well, tiny in comparison to their huge
members maybe, but still above average!

      "I want you to go up to the buffet and pick something out for Matthew
to fuck you with.  Don't disappoint me with your choice.  If you can take
it like a man I will be ready to treat you like a man.  But not until you
have eaten whatever you choose to be fucked with.  Understood?"

      Holy shit, I thought, this is fucked up - but at the same time such a
turn on.  I would not be surprised if my hardening cock burst through the
chastity cage at that very moment.  Wes nodded his head and got up from the
table, heading towards the buffet.

      Trent looked at me and smiled, "You're not getting out of your cock
cage that easy, Matthew."  I exaggerated a pouty face and Trent laughed,
the tension at the table suddenly gone.  "I like you Matthew, I knew this
would be a good fit."

      As Trent finished his cocktail I began to think of what Wes could
possibly bring back from the buffet to get fucked with.  The only thing
that would really work would be a banana from the fruit table, I thought,
and that is exactly what Wes chose.  It was a large yellow thing, the stem
had been cut off and the tip of the pale fruit showed through the small
opening.

      "Very nice choice," Trent said as he dropped some pesos on the table
for the waitress.  "Let's go have some fun."