Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2013 13:08:09 -0300
From: Matthew David <matthew.david.david@gmail.com>
Subject: Beach Wedding Slave - Part 9

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 9


    As I watched the key to my cock cage disappear into the ocean, I
wondered if I would ever get this thing off again.  I suppose I could
always try to break it - it's only plastic, the thought crept into my mind.
I debated swimming out further to see if I could find it.

    The lifeguard brought me back to reality, saying, "Your friend is
waiting for you."  Reluctantly I turned away from where I saw the key
disappear and swam until I could touch the sand below the water.  I
proceeded to put the speedo back on and once covered I continued to swim
back to the shore, heading towards our beach loungers.

    As I came out of the water I realized how transparent the yellow
swimsuit had become, the wet fabric was molded to the contours of my body
worse than ever - I must look obscene.  I hurried towards our spot in the
sand only to find the beach loungers empty and all of our stuff gone, no
towel or sandals for my return back the resort I realized.  Should I be
surprised?

    I hadn't noticed that the lifeguard followed me out of the water.  He
grabbed his tank top from the lifeguard station a short way down the beach
and was using it to dry himself off.  I stood dripping water into the sand,
feeling my dick stir in the cock cage as he approached.  His muscled legs
and defined chest were typical of the beach lifeguards, but he had a
handsome face and warm smile to set him apart from the others.

    He began speaking as he neared, "I must go with you."  With everything
that happened to me recently, I didn't bother asking questions or arguing.
Instead, I looked at the lifeguard and nodded before beginning to make my
way back to the resort.

    The lifeguard fell in beside me and we walked in an awkward silence.  I
kept trying to position my hands in front of my wet speedo as naturally as
I could manage in order to cover myself.  Was I trying to hide my
embarrassment from the people on the beach, or from the lifeguard?  People
were certainly taking notice of my little parade down the sand, tourists
turning their heads to stare.  I never knew for sure if it was because of
my chastity cage speedo display, or because I was being escorted by the
handsome Cuban lifeguard.  People aren't stupid, they were staring because
of both of these things combined.

    We made it to the back entrance of the resort and were detained by the
security guard.  I had never been stopped before coming from the beach, but
quickly realized it was because the lifeguard wasn't wearing one of the
resort's identification wristbands.

      "He's with me," I explained to the guard, an older man with a full
moustache.  He took one look at my tiny bathing suit and then turned to the
lifeguard, winking and saying something in Spanish.  The two men laughed at
whatever was said, and the lifeguard slapped me on the ass and we continued
on our way.  You would think these constant events of humiliation would be
getting easier, each one actually felt worse than the last as they began to
pile up.

      We made our way through the resort, I was so eager to get behind
closed doors to stop my public shaming.  We got to Trent's room and I
knocked on the door several times, but there was no answer.  I then
remembered the lifeguard had told me that my friend was waiting for me in
my room, he must have meant it literally.

      We crossed by the pool and climbed the stairs to my own room.  The
door was propped open slightly, and I knew this was where I was meant to
be.  I didn't hesitate and quickly walked inside, the lifeguard closing the
door behind us as he followed.

      I was expecting just about anything when I walked into the room, but
I was still surprised by what I found.  Trent and Wes were both sitting in
chairs in the middle of the room, facing me.  Bobbing up and down between
their legs were the heads of two young guys, obviously twinks.  Trent and
Wes were holding hands as they received blowjobs.  Trent caught my eyes
with his and then barked out, "Matthew, assume the position."

    It took me a second to understand what he was asking, then quickly
pulled off my speedo and placed my hands behind my back, standing naked and
exposed.  Wes said something to the lifeguard that I couldn't understand,
and he pulled off his shirt and laid himself down onto the bed, his
attention shifting between the sex scene in front of him and me standing at
attention.

    As if he wasn't in the process of getting his dick sucked, Trent
continued on in casual conversation.  "I see you chose not to be humiliated
at the price of your freedom, Matthew."  I broke his stare to look at the
floor, my caged cock clear in line of sight.  I was free to get fucked,
just not free to cum.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see the
lifeguard stroking himself through his black swimsuit.

    "We ran into a couple of the hustlers who donated clothes for you,"
Trent continued, his hand forcing the head in his lap down onto his shaft.
"Wes thought it would be a good idea to show them he was a man again."
Trent let out a low moan, distracted by the twink sucking his cock, before
adding, "We're going to fuck them."

    That doesn't explain the lifeguard, I thought.  Trent answered my
unspoken question.  "We wouldn't want you to feel left out, it wouldn't be
fair to deny you some local flavor.  Wes and I will have some Cuban ass,
you can have some Cuban dick."  Of course.  I wasn't going to complain.

    Trent motioned me towards the lifeguard, lying with his legs spread on
the bed.  I didn't have to be told what to do next.  I fell between his
legs, bringing my face down on the fabric of his swim suit.  With my mouth
I traced the outline of his hardening cock and I could taste the dampness
of the ocean water on his trunks.  As I worked on him, the tip of his prick
began to poke out of the top of his suit.  The lifeguard rested back on the
bed with his arms behind his head, his dark hairy armpits beautifully on
display.

    I hooked my hands inside the band of his swimsuit, grabbing at each of
his hips.  As I pulled the damp suit down, he lifted his ass up from the
bed to speed up the process.  My eyes focussed on his uncut cock and dark
hairy pubes, my nose just inches away.  He smelled spicy and musky, with a
light aroma of salt water.  His manhood was a good size, bigger than mine
but smaller than Trent's, of similar dimension to Wes's circumcised dick.
As my face hovered over his crotch, he moved his arms from behind his head.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand, and took hold of his cock in
the other.  He aimed his cock upward, pointing it at my mouth.  For a brief
moment I watched a glistening drop of precum appear.  He pushed my head
downward and I let his cock slide into my mouth, closing my lips around the
smooth shaft.  He released his cock and I tried not to gag as he pressed
himself into the back of my throat, my mouth now completely filled with
him.

    "Take that dick, cocksucker," I heard Trent call out to me.

    I pulled myself upwards, feeling the lifeguard's cock slide its way out
of my mouth.  He applied pressure to my head again, slowly pushing my head
downwards.  The salty taste of his precum filled my mouth as I ran my
tongue across the head of his prick.

    We fell into a cocksucker's rhythm, I would pull my mouth off of his
cock and he would push my head back down, bucking his hips to meet my face.
I would find my nose pressed into his thick pubes while his cockhead
tickled the back of my throat, taunting my reflex to gag.  The whole time,
Trent continued to offer me encouragement by meeting my eyes and calling me
a cocksucking faggot.

      When I wasn't looking at Trent, I would look up at the lifeguard's
body.  He had his head tilted back and I could often hear him sigh with
pleasure.  I reached a hand up to his flat belly, feeling the muscles
tighten each time he lifted his hips.  My fingers explored the trail of
hair leading up from his stomach to his chest.  His dark skin was warm
under my touch and I considered myself lucky to be sucking his cock, he
would have been out of my league under circumstances I was normally used
to.

    Trent and Wes were both still getting head as well.  I couldn't see
much of the pair of twinks between their legs, but I could understand Wes's
frustration in getting topped by them.  Though they were clearly past the
age of consent, it looked like the two of them together would only equal
half of Wes's size.  Even I was big compared to each of them and I was
surprised I was able to fit into their clothes.  By the bored look on Wes's
face and Trent's focus on me and the lifeguard, I guessed that the twinks
were lousy cocksuckers.

    Trent pushed his twink off of his cock and stood up from the chair.
"Time to fuck," he said.

    In the minutes that followed, Trent had the twinks lined up on the bed
on their hands and knees, their asses high in the air.  I was between them,
in the same position, and we were pressed together hip to hip in a lineup
of eager holes.  Trent and Wes stood by with the lifeguard between them, he
had a hand on each of their cocks and was stroking them unison.  The
lifeguard's own member angled towards the ceiling in anticipation.  Trent
took a moment to capture a couple pictures of the row of asses before
putting his phone down on the bedside table.  We were ready to fuck.

      The men took their positions side by side, the lifeguard in the
middle and Trent and Wes to his left and right.  Almost in choreographed
unison, each man spit into the ass of his boy, rubbing the head of his
prick along the crack of the boys ass.  My own pucker quivered in
anticipation at the warm touch of the lifeguard's dick and I eagerly
awaited penetration.  The twink to my left let out a deep moan as Trent
took the lead and pushed himself inside.

      A moment later, I felt the lifeguard slide into my tight chute.  He
worked his cock slowly past the tight opening of my ass and I savored each
painful moment.  I lost myself somewhere between the mix of pain and
pleasure as I became accustomed to the full feeling of him inside of me.
His cock was thick and hot and I could feel it throb as he pushed deep, his
thick bush of pubes scratching at my shaved ass.  My chastity cage scraped
along my leg as the lifeguard shifted his weight.  It was during these
moments, when a cock was buried as deep in my ass as possible, that I truly
missed the freedom of being able to stroke my own hard dick.

      To my right, Wes was being less considerate.  While Trent and the
lifeguard eased themselves inside our asses, Wes forced himself in as if
intending to make the experience unpleasant.  His twink howled in pain, the
discomfort of Wes's assault displayed plain across his young face.  I
hadn't paid either twink much attention up until now, but now noticed the
dark brows and thin stubble on his face, tears welling in his eyes as Wes
fucked him roughly.  Instinctively, I pushed my face into his and kissed
him full on the lips, hoping to take his mind off of the pain.  He returned
my kiss eagerly, and we both moaned into each other's mouths as our asses
got fucked.  The thought that I was kissing a teenager who must be ten
years younger than me didn't cross my mind until later.

      Trent had been pounding away at his own twink's ass, alternating
between saying 'take my cock' and 'fuck yeah' as he went.  He must have
noticed Wes's roughness because after a couple minutes he said, "Time to
switch."  He pulled out of his twink's ass pulled Wes away from his,
leaving me and the lifeguard still connected by cock and hole.  Wes took
the spot on the left and Trent the right, and the fucking continued.  The
twink that had been fucked by Wes let out another deep moan as his ass
adjusted to the bigger size of Trent's manhood.  To my left, the first
twink took Wes's forceful penetration in stride, his stretched hole easily
accommodating Wes's slightly smaller cock.

      The lifeguard reached forward and grabbed my shoulders as the fucking
continued.  He spit on his cock a few times while he continued to pump and
I could feel his shaft sliding into me with more ease.  I felt myself
moving backwards to meet each of his trusts, engrossed in the pleasure of
sex.

      Beside me Wes started pumping faster.  "That's right bitch," he
called out to his twink.  "Keep milking my cock like that, I'm going to
plant my seed in you.  Take my meat."  I don't think the twink understood
the words he was saying, but the message was loud and clear.  He reached to
stroke his own cock between his legs as Wes neared climax.  He pounded the
twink a few more times and then let out a roar of pleasure, filling the ass
with his cum.  It seemed to go on forever, his body shook in pleasure as he
dumped his load, until he finally pulled out and shot two more weak spurts
of cum onto the small of the twink's back.

      Wes had suddenly turned quiet, he had been very vocal during his
orgasm.  I turned to look over my shoulder, breaking off a kiss with the
twink he had just shot his seed into.  Wes was leaned against the
lifeguard, and the two of them were also sharing a hot looking kiss.

      The lifeguard must have been close as well, and Wes's climax
encouraged his own.  I felt his grip on my shoulders tighten, and he drove
his cock home.  I clenched my ass tight onto his cock, hoping to push him
over the edge.  With a satisfied grunt, he began to pump my chute full of
his creamy load.  I could feel the warmth of each spurt he shot into me and
I squirmed backwards to try and feel him deeper.  The lifeguard ground his
hips firmly into me and I could feel my caged cock straining in protest,
wet with my own leaking precum.

      "Take that cum, you slut," I heard Trent say beside me.  "Milk his
cock with your pussy."

      I tried my best to provide the lifeguard pleasure, flexing my ass
muscles tight around his cock.  Beside me, Wes used his cock to gather up
the semen he had shot onto the twink's back.  After a moment, the head of
his dick was covered in the remainder of his load, the shaft slick with the
rest.  He moved around the lifeguard and pushed his boyfriend out of the
way, leaving the second twink's puckered hole empty and available.  In one
quick motion, he buried his cum covered cock balls deep in the twink's ass,
ensuring they both had his load inside of them.  Trent showed no protest to
Wes's aggressive actions, and I imagined they must have intended things to
happen this way.

      The lifeguard had finished depositing his seed into me and again I
felt myself wishing I was allowed to cum.  He had collapsed onto me and was
holding me tight against him as he struggled to get his breathing under
control.  A moment later, he raised himself off of me and pulled himself
out of my quivering hole, leaving me feeling empty.  He had grabbed Wes's
first twink by the ankle and was pulling him off of the bed.  The twink sat
on the edge of the bed and the lifeguard took him by the head, forcing his
dirty cock down the twink's throat.

      On the other side of me, Wes continued to pump his softening cock in
and out of the second twink's ass, calling him 'little faggot' and 'fucking
queer.'  Just as I had time to wonder what happened to Trent, I felt a
something press against my freshly fucked hole.

      Even as I turned to look over my shoulder, I could feel Trent slowly
sliding himself into me.  The wicked smile on his face made me sigh in
pleasure and I pushed myself eagerly onto his cock.  It was like a dream, I
felt I had waited forever for Trent to finally fuck me.  The other four
people in the room seemed to disappear and I was focussed completely on
Trent.

      He grabbed my hips and began to work his cock in and out of me.  His
intense stare held my eyes and I found I couldn't break away from those
deep blue eyes.  "Can you feel my cock inside you, Matthew?" he asked.  I
certainly could feel it, it was a stretch to accommodate his substantial
size.

      "Yes Sir," I replied, losing myself in the pleasure of the moment.

      "Yeah, you're my pussy now, aren't you?" he continued, working his
cock in and out of my hole.  "You look so beautiful with my cock in your
ass, Matthew."  I loved hearing him say my name, especially now that he was
finally inside of me.  Over the next few minutes I was lost in the
sensation of his fucking, focused on watching him watch me as I shivered in
pleasure.  Trent continued his tirade of dirty talk and I became worried I
was going to hurt myself, my cock straining fiercely inside of the chastity
cage.

      What came next could only be described as pure bliss.  Trent
quickened his pace, pounding himself into my ass for about a dozen strokes.
I could feel his balls tighten as they pressed into the spot between my
hole and dick and I knew he was going to cum.  I felt his body tense and he
remained completely still for a brief second.  Suddenly, he broke his stare
and his eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a loud, deep moan.
"Uggghhhh..... Matthew!" he practically yelled as he began to shoot his
seed deep in my ass.

      I savored the feel of each burst of cum as it coated my insides with
warmth.  Trent easily convulsed for half a minute, thrusting himself
forward as each wave of semen travelling up from his balls.  I collapsed
onto the bed, and he fell on top of me, my cock cage pressed uncomfortably
into my groin.  I was panting in exertion, as if I had orgasmed myself.

      Trent pulled himself out of me and I could feel his sticky wetness
seeping from my hole.  Between his load and the lifeguard's, it felt like
my bowels were full of gallons of cum.  Trent moved to the side and I
rolled over in order to face him.  Our eyes met for a moment before he
covered my face with his own and we kissed with an almost desperate
passion.

      It was while we were locked in a lip-embrace that I remembered his
promise, he would allow me to cum whenever he came inside of me.  My mind
recalled the key to the chastity cage disappearing into the ocean and my
hope of cumming sinking forever with it.  Trent seemed to be reading my
mind.

      He broke away from our kiss and reached past Wes, still working his
cock in and out of the second twink's used hole.  He pulled open the drawer
on the bedside table and removed a loop of string.  A small brass key
dangled from it like a jewel.

      The wolfish grin on his face as recognition came over me was answer
enough, but still I had to ask.  "The key he threw in the ocean...?"  I was
having trouble putting my thoughts to words.

      "It was from your luggage lock," Trent answered.  "Don't worry, you
had two of them," he added to calm my obvious pang of anxiety.

      "But... but what if I chose they key over the speedo?" I asked.

      "You'd still be locked in your cock cage and your speedo would be
floating somewhere out in the Atlantic Ocean," he answered with a laugh.  I
suppose my cowardice at returning to the resort naked saved me incredible
humiliation in the end.

      Trent handed me the key to unlock myself just as Wes pulled free from
the second twink.  The young man wasted no time, he crawled over top of me
on the bed and swallowed Trent's cum-covered cock in a single gulp, his
semi-hard cock pressed into my chest.  I had to squirm out from under him
and began working on releasing my cock.

      The lifeguard was satisfied with the first twink's clean up job on
his own member.  He removed his dick from the boy's mouth and took a seat
in one of the two chairs vacated earlier by Trent and Wes.  Wes collapsed
into the opposite seat, leaving me and Trent on the bed with the two
twinks.
      Just as I finished fumbling with the chastity device, sliding the
acrylic tube off of my quickly hardening cock, Trent cut in.  "We should
show these two young men our appreciation for their participation, don't
you think, Matthew?"

      I had hardly been paying attention, my focus was on my own throbbing
cock.

      Trent took his cock from the second twink's mouth and rolled off of
the bed.  "I'm going to allow you to cum, Matthew," he said.  "But you're
going to do it while these two have their fun with you," he motioned
towards the two twinks.

      Wes said a few quick things in Spanish and the twinks positioned
themselves on either side of me while I lay in the middle of the bed on my
back.  Trent took a moment to collect up the different pieces of the
chastity cage, setting them safely on the table to the side.

      The twink that had just finished sucking the cum off of Trent's cock
was at my legs, and he pushed them up into the air to expose my leaking
hole.  He immediately shoved his dick into me, a piece of dark meat smaller
than my own.  The other twink was at my head.  He turned around and sat
over my chest, aiming his similarly sized manhood at my open mouth.  I was
able to reach a hand around him and grab at my own aching member, stroking
myself as the boys began to fuck me.

      As I lay there, struggling to swallow one cock while getting fucked
by another, I couldn't help but wish Trent was more actively involved
besides giving me permission to cum.  If it had been his cock in my mouth
or ass, I am sure I would have blown my load in a heartbeat.  He appeared
content enough to sit back and watch, and I had to settle for his eyes on
me instead of his hands.  However, he was doing more than watching I
realized, again he had taken out his phone and was taking pictures of me
getting fucked.

      True to the reality of most young men, it didn't take much to get
them to cum.  We couldn't have been fucking for more than a couple minutes
before the twink at my ass let out a groan and added his load to the two
already in my ass.  He pulled out of me almost immediately, and I could
feel the semen flowing from my loose asslips.  Almost simultaneously, his
friend began to bust his nut in my mouth, but after the initial blast of
cum he pulled out and shot the rest on my face.  I suppose I wasn't any
better, with a few short strokes I came in spurts in my first orgasm in
days.  I shot my seed all over my chest and several bursts splashed onto
the twink's back and ass as he was depositing his own on my face.  I closed
my eyes in ecstasy and let the warm glow of sex wash over me.

      When I opened my eyes a moment later, the twink was leaning back on
my chest catching his breath with his balls resting on my chin and his dick
laying semi-hard against the side of my face.  Trent was standing overhead
with his camera, smiling and taking close up pictures of my cum covered
face.  "Smile for the camera," he said.

      The twinks and I collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of arms and legs
and cum filled asses.  I certainly came out on top of things, I thought, I
had three loads in my ass while the twinks were forced to share one between
them.  Trent sat on the side of the bed, focussed on his phone as he
reviewed the photos he just took.  Wes and the lifeguard were talking
lively, like a couple of dudes shooting the shit despite the fact they were
sitting with limp cocks exposed between their legs.  I had been amazed at
being part of a threesome with Trent and Wes, it was a new and exciting
experience to me.  I never once dreamed I would be involved in a group of 6
- it felt like I was in a porno.

      After a few minutes I began to wonder what would happen next.  Trent
turned to me, once again in tune with my thoughts, and said, "We've got a
couple hours to kill."  I looked at him confused, "We promised to take
these guys to dinner."

    I laughed to myself.  The food on the resort was an extravagance us
tourists took for granted.  To the locals, even the most basic resort food
was a luxury they could scarcely afford at the best of times.  Trent
crawled into bed with us and if we hadn't been all tangled around each
other we never would have fit four.  Before I knew it, I drifted off into
the most peaceful sleep I'd had in days, grateful for the feel of Trent's
strong arms around me, but especially grateful to be rid of that
uncomfortable cock cage.