Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2013 14:26:56 -0300
From: Matthew David <matthew.david.david@gmail.com>
Subject: Beach Wedding Slave - Part 7

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 7


      Well, one thing I can say about Cuba in the winter, the sun sets
awfully fast.  Trent, Wes and I left the buffet and the resort was already
dark as midnight.  We passed along the pool and I thought how odd it was no
one swam at night.  The pool was open 24 hours a day and was lit
beautifully at night, practically glowing from submerged lights.  Yet I had
never seen anyone in the water after sundown in the entire time I had been
here.  I guess the fact that the pool bar closed and the lifeguards left at
five were reason enough.

    Trent stopped us as we came into sight of their villa.  He pointed up
to the balcony and said to me, "You see the curtain on the balcony door
there, Matthew?"

    It was pulled shut and I could make part of it out through the palm
trees, I guess we had left a light on when we went out for dinner.  I
confirmed I could see the curtain.

    "We're going to go up to the room and get Wes ready for tonight's fun.
I want you to wait by the pool until you see that curtain drawn back.  That
will be your sign that we're ready for you to come up."

    Easy enough I thought, I nodded my head in understanding.

    "Why don't you take a dip in the pool while you wait," Trent said, a
smirk growing on his face.  My heart began to pound.

    "I'll take your clothes up for you so you don't have to worry about
anyone taking them while you swim."

    No. No. No... what if someone saw me I thought.  My panic began to
grow.

    Trent just looked at me and said, "Anytime you're ready, Matthew."

    What choice did I have?  At least it was pretty deserted by the pool at
the moment and aside from the water the poolside was poorly lit.  I caught
a glimpse of Wes, he was barely hiding a look of enjoyment.

    Trent was still waiting, looking at me with that intense stare of his.
I began to unbutton my shirt, pulling it off my shoulders and feeling the
cool night air on my hairless skin.  Trent held his hand out to take the
shirt.  I bent over and removed my sandals, picking them up to hand them
over as well.  Nervously, I scanned the area to make sure we were still
alone - thankfully there was no one in sight.  I unbuttoned the jeans and
pulled them off as fast as I could, shoving them into Trent's hands as I
turned to jump into the water.  It would be hard for anyone to see me
wearing the g-string once I was in the pool.  But before I could take a
step, Trent grabbed my arm with his free hand.

      "Not so fast, boy," he commanded, "stay put."  He handed the clothes
to Wes and pulled out his phone.  He took a step away from me before taking
a picture, the flash illuminating my hairless body and tiny red g-string.
I was trembling in embarrassment, this was so humiliating.

      "Turn around," Trent said.  The phone flashed again as he took a
picture of my backside.  I stood at the poolside virtually naked, my caged
cock barely covered by the g- string.  If anyone were to walk by they would
catch a glimpse of my shaved legs and exposed ass.  Suddenly, the sound of
someone whistling cut through the night, loud and shrill.  Someone out in
the darkness had noticed us by the pool and the whistle was a humiliating
cat-call.

      Trent began to laugh at my expense and said, "I think we have an
audience."  He made me stand there for what felt like an eternity before
saying, "You can go for your swim now, Matthew."

      I didn't waste a second, I dove into the pool for the protection I
felt the water would provide. When my head came up from under the water, I
saw that Wes and Trent were already walking back towards their room.

      I swam to a shallower part of the pool, where I could touch the
bottom and keep my head above water and still be in sight of the balcony
curtain.  I may as well have been swimming naked, it would have been less
humiliating than being seen with the tiny red g- string barely covering my
caged cock.  I moved back and forth in the water in order to obscure the
sight of my embarrassment.

      Time seemed to drag on forever, what could they be doing up there I
thought?  People would pass by the pool every couple of minutes on their
way to their evening's activities, but thankfully no one paid me much
notice.  I could hear a small group of young men coming towards the pool,
they were being loud and rowdy - clearly they had been drinking.  Just as I
saw the three guys come around the bend, the curtain on the balcony pulled
open.

      For fuck's sake, I thought, this is the worst possible time - I'm
going to be seen.  But even as the thought entered my mind, I knew Trent
must have been watching for the perfect time to call me out of the pool.
In a fraction of a second, I debated in my head whether or not to obey and
reveal myself to these guys, or wait until they passed and return to the
room unnoticed.  Wes was already getting punished for displeasing Trent, I
didn't want to risk it myself when I could run past the men and be in the
room in a matter of seconds.

      I swam to the edge of the pool and pulled myself out of the water as
the young men came closer.  I was going to have to pass right by them I
realized, they were directly between me and Trent's room.  My face reddened
in shame and I hung my head low as I began to hurry along my way.

      Immediately they noticed me and started laughing.

      "Holy shit, nice panties dude," one called out.  I couldn't bring
myself to to raise my head.  The laughing continued as I brushed past them,
and a flash of light lit the night.  One of them was snapping pictures of
me with his phone I realized.  As I hurried away a second and third flash
followed and their laughter echoed into the night.  I was already running
up the stairs towards the door to room 1102.

      I reached for the doorknob, frantic to get safely out of sight.  It
was locked.  I banged on the door in my urgency and waited for it to open.
The three young men had stopped to watch me and I was in their direct line
of sight, illuminated clearly by light above Trent's door.  The one with
the phone raised it up towards me again and called out, "Smile!" as he
continued to take my photo as his friends laughed and jeered.  Just when I
thought it couldn't get any worse, the door opposite Trent's opened and a
middle aged man emerged from his room, his eyes widening in shock as he saw
me.

      The lock turned on the door in front of me and suddenly I was in the
safety of Trent's room.  I could still hear the young men laughing, or so I
thought, until I realized it was Trent's laughter.  He stood before me in
the darkened doorway.

      "Well I wasn't expecting all of that to happen," he said after a
moment.  "I'm going to have to try to find those guys and get copies of the
pictures," he said and began laughing again, pointing at my groin.  "Look
at you!"

      I looked down at myself.  At some point after leaving the pool, the
g-string must have shifted to the side.  It was still covering the shaft of
the cock cage but my hairless balls were dangling loose, exposed for the
world to see.  I groaned in my humiliation, pulling the g- string back into
place to provide what modest cover it could.

      Trent came close to stand beside me, putting his arm around my
shoulder.  "Someday, Matthew, you're going to look back at this moment and
laugh," he said with a mock seriousness to his tone.  I broke into laughter
myself as he said this, he may be a hardass with his boyfriend but he
definitely has a good sense of humor I thought.

      In the commotion of my escape, I hadn't even noticed what Trent was
wearing.  He had changed from his dress clothes into something more erotic,
a pair of leather chaps and black jockstrap, leaving his ass beautifully
exposed.  He was wearing nothing more.

      Suddenly I became very conscious of his arm around me, his warm skin
pressed against my own; cold and wet from the pool.  I hadn't been this
close to Trent since our midnight ocean swim the day I met him and his
nearness was intoxicating.  He stepped away from me and a moment later was
wrapping a towel over my shoulders.  "You're cold," he said.

      We had been standing in the short hall between the exit and the
bathroom this whole time.  He led me forward and we were in the dimly lit
bedroom.  Sometime during my dash from the pool, Trent must have turned out
the lights.

      I turned towards the bed and saw Wes, bound face down with his ass in
the air.  Each wrist was tied behind a bent knee with what appeared to be a
stretched tshirt.  It was the same position we took earlier when Trent made
me kneel for inspection after I had been shaved, only Wes no longer had the
luxury of free movement.  He was looking hot and vulnerable, ready to be
taken advantage of.

      "You still have all the rope," Trent explained, motioning at the
tshirts used to bind Wes down.  Trent took a seat in the chair positioned
by the bed and waited for me to get started.  "Go on," he said.

      Wes lay there on the bed, wearing only the leather harness from
earlier.  His ass was still filled with the black buttplug and I could see
his full balls and fleshy prick dangling between his legs, a metal cockring
accentuating his manhood.  I remembered how the harness disappeared into
his jockstrap while he had been shaving me, it must be attached to the
cockring I thought.

      Beside him on the bed was the banana Wes had chosen from the buffet.
Trent had instructed us when we finished dinner that I was to fuck him with
the piece of fruit, and if he could take it like a man Trent would be ready
to treat him like a man once again.  All of this on the condition that Wes
eat the banana after I'd fucked him with it.  How I wished my dick wasn't
locked away, it would have been hard as a rock and Wes would be feeling
something better than a banana up that hot ass of his.

      I climbed up on the bed and bent my face down to get a close look at
Wes's ass.  Already I could see the dark stubble of hair growing back after
just a couple days.  I wondered if mine would grow back as fast?  The plug
in his ass jerked as his sphincter twitched.

      Trent was providing no instruction, he just sat by and watched us
with that intent look of his.  He had already made it clear what we needed
to do and I decided to take the lead with what needed to be done.

      I pulled the g-string down and kicked it off, happy to be rid of it.
I reached a hand between Wes's legs and grabbed his big, full balls in a
firm grip.  I could feel his cock jerk to life as I began to touch him and
he turned his head away so he wouldn't need to face me.  Still pulling
gently on his balls, I grabbed the buttplug with my other hand and slowly
worked it out of his hole.  His asslips quivered each time I drew the plug
further out of him.  As the bulb of the plug emerged, his muscles clamped
down and Wes let out a deep moan and it slid from his ass in one quick
motion.  I held the buttplug in my hand and examined the slick sheen on its
black rubber surface - the loads of the three hustlers who had fucked him
earlier.  I tossed it down onto the bed so I could focus my attention on
the task at hand.

      Wes's asshole was twitching with anticipation.  Though it was wet
with cum I decided he needed more lubrication before I fucked him with the
banana.  Eagerly I spread his cheeks apart further with my hands before
diving face first into his beautiful crack.  My tongue touched his puckered
hole and Wes's body jerked in response, his arms straining against the
restraints.  I teased his sweet ass for a few moments, my tongue tracing
its way over his rosebud and along the crack.  I pushed my tongue into his
loosened hole and I could feel the resistance of his asslips against my
mouth.  His taste was musky and smelled of sex, the masculine flavor of him
was delicious.

      Wes began to softly moan as I rimmed him.  I did my best to get his
hole nice and wet, ready to be fucked with the banana, enjoying the task as
much as him.  I could feel him shifting his legs apart to allow me more
access to his sweet ass as I pushed my tongue in and out of him.  The
thought of his reluctance to give his hole up to those three twinks was
such a turn on while I fucked him with my tongue.  His own cock was now as
hard as I knew mine would have been if it wasn't for the chastity device.

      As much as I loved tasting his ass and poking my tongue into his
cum-filled chute, I knew we had other business to attend to.  I pulled away
from him, my face slick with the wetness of his ass.  I grabbed the banana
beside him and aimed it at his hole.  The stem had been cut off at the
buffet and the tip of the fruit was showing through the banana's yellow
skin.

      I held it up to his exposed hole, pressing the fruit lightly against
his opening.  I looked towards Trent and asked, "May I, Sir?"  He nodded in
permission.

      And with that, I pushed the banana deep into Wes's ass in one smooth
motion.  A moan of pleasure escaped him and he pushed himself backwards
into me, attempting to force the banana even deeper.  He obviously likes
having things up his ass, I thought, his reluctance to bottom must be more
of an issue with giving up control to another. I didn't give it much more
thought though, instead I turned my attention to working the banana in and
out of his hole.

      It was a beautiful sight, this yellow dildo sliding in and out Wes's
ass.  The ring of muscle that made up his sphincter clung to the banana
every time I pulled it out, reminding me of lips around a cock.  Wes was
rocking himself backwards against his restraints, meeting my rhythm with
his own.  He was clearly getting into the experience.

      From time to time I would pull the banana free from his ass and tease
his hole with my tongue, tasting the pleasant flavor of the fruit.  This
would cause Wes to moan in pleasure, and he would whisper 'put it back in,'
the pleading evident his tone.

      Unfortunately the banana was beginning to deteriorate, becoming
softer as it started to squish within its peel.  The hole left when the
stem was removed was coming apart and peel began to come away in flaps.  I
had to hold the tip closed when I slid the banana back into his ass to
prevent the thing from completely peeling as it went in.  His ass was
becoming a mess of mashed banana and leaking cum.

      I pulled the fruit from his hole one last time and knew it was too
far gone to continue fucking him with it.  Trent took the opportunity to
speak up and said, "Very good, boys, you've done well."

      I fell back onto my butt on the bed, sitting facing Wes's twitching,
sticky ass.

      "Matthew, can you place the buttplug back into Wes's ass, please."  I
fumbled around on the bed looking for the plug before finding it had fallen
to the floor.  I slid the plug back up Wes's warm chute with a wet sounding
plop.

      "You took that fucking like a man, Wes.  I am proud of you.  This
afternoon you sulked and showed no enthusiasm to those boys who so kindly
gave you their clothes, I was embarrassed for both of us.  But tonight you
showed me you are ready to change.  You just have one last thing to do..."

      I took that as my cue.  Wes turned his face towards me and opened his
mouth.  I held the ruined banana up to his lips and squeezed the mashed
fruit onto his tongue.  The first mouthful was probably equal parts banana
and cum, and Wes gobbled it down like a starving man.  I squeezed out the
rest of the banana and Wes finished eating it just as fast as the first
mouthful.  I tossed the empty peel towards the garbage can near the hall,
surprised that my aim was true.

      "Excellent," Trent commented.  He had begun to stroke his cock
through his black jockstrap.  "Matthew, would you be so kind as to untie
Wes?"  I obeyed.

      When Wes was free from his restraints, he knelt on the bed beside me,
both of us facing Trent.  Where my body was lean and compact with a limp
caged dick, Wes's was muscled and solid and his cock pointed upwards in an
uncomfortable looking hardon.  We could not have been any more opposite
aside from our hairless members.

      "Very nice, boys," Trent commented.  "Wes, you have shown me you are
ready to be a man again.  However, you are still under probation and will
wear that buttplug until I say otherwise.  Is that understood?"

      Wes nodded, his face flushing slightly.

      "To celebrate your return to manhood, I will allow you to fuck
Matthew."

      I didn't want to express my disappointment, I had been hoping to
finally get fucked by Trent.  I didn't have time to complain however; Wes
grabbed me and pushed me down onto the bed as he prepared to mount me like
a dog.  He spit onto my hole and pushed himself into me, wasting no time
for pleasantries.  As his cock forced its way into my ass I met Trent's
eyes and he held me in his stare as his boyfriend fucked me.  I'm not sure
what was more of a turn on, Wes's rough fucking or Trent's intense stare.
Either way, I was in heaven - aside from once again being denied access to
my own desire to cum.

      After a few minutes of Wes's quick, hard thrusts he blew his load up
my ass.  He was loud as his orgasm overcame him, roughly holding me down as
he deposited his load deep in my bowels.  Trent never broke his stare the
entire time, and even as he stood and walked towards the bed he maintained
his eye contact.

      As he stood before us, with Wes still buried deep in my ass, he
pulled his jock to the side and released his huge cock.  The beautiful head
was partially wrapped in foreskin, looking wet and delicious.  It was
obvious what he wanted as his prick pointed towards my face - I opened my
mouth and let him fill me.

      Wes began to pump at my ass again and I could feel his warm cum
inside my chute.  He continued to slowly work his cock in and out of me as
I sucked on his boyfriend.  I have never had a threesome before and I took
to this new experience with enthusiasm.

      Trent began to speak.  "You may be a man again, Wes, but you need to
remember you are still my boy and I expect better behavior from you.  To
show Matthew you have no hard feelings towards him, I want you both to
share my cock."  I couldn't think of anything more exciting.

      Wes continued to pump himself into my ass, slow and deliberate, when
Trent interrupted.  "I said I want you to share my cock with Matthew, Wes.
Now."

      Ah, so it wasn't the metaphoric 'we are a family unit and you bitches
can take turns with my cock' kind of sharing I realized.  Wes completed my
thought by pulling out of me and falling onto the bed beside me, his mouth
open and his tongue outstretched as he moved towards his boyfriend's
swollen member.

      Trent rested a hand on the back of each of our heads as we passed his
dick back and forth between our mouths, sharing in the taste of his
manhood.  As one sucked, the other licked, and we took turns pleasuring his
cock and balls, our tongues and mouths often coming together in unison.
Each of our backs remained arched, our asses pushed up and on display,
Wes's hole twitching around his buttplug and mine wet with leaking cum.

      Trent enjoyed the attention he was receiving, constantly telling us
what good boys we were.  Wes no longer displayed any hostility towards me
with his body language and we were both able to enjoy our shared treat,
along with brief moments of enjoying each other.

      After a while, Trent was ready to cum.  He pulled his cock away from
us and gave it a couple strokes, instructing us to put our faces together.
If we had hesitated even a moment in following his lead we would have
missed the first blast of his hot semen.  As it was, we had just went cheek
to cheek when he shot his first squirt of cum over our faces.  Sticky
wetness splashed across my brow and down over my cheek, splattering on the
side of Wes's nose and running down over his mouth.  The following spurts
of jizz practically coated our faces as Trent stroked his prick before us.

      As he finished cumming, he pushed his cock into my mouth for a brief
taste before pulling out and pushing past his boyfriend's parted lips.  He
passed himself back and forth like this as we milked the last remnants of
cum from his cock.  He would rub his dick over our faces, collecting the
cum he had shot with the tip before having us suck him clean.  When he was
completely finished with his orgasm, Trent joined us on the bed and we
collapsed together into a pile of warm bodies, kissing each other back and
forth as we passed the taste of Trent's load around the bed.

      At some point Trent removed his chaps and jock, and Wes slipped out
of his harness.  We lay tangled in the king size bed, our naked bodies
wrapped around each other.  For a while, I could almost forget that I was
still locked away in a cock cage and not free to enjoy myself as the
others.  However, the closeness of these two men was very enjoyable and Wes
was much more pleasant now that Trent had decided to again treat him like a
man.

      As I lay sandwiched between them, I thought of how lucky I was to
have this opportunity to be used by such a hot couple.  This was really
turning out to be a vacation adventure of a lifetime.  Though Trent had yet
to fuck me, I drifted into a peaceful slumber with the thought of his
impressive cock happily on my mind.