This story is total fantasy, based on some of my experiences. I had a few parts prepared before I started posting. Now, I'll be taking some time to write the rest of Lou and Mark's weeks at the beach.
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******** No Break by Master Lou
Part VII
On Tuesday morning, Mark and I were wakened by a knock on our hotel room door. Mark couldn't answer. He was tied spread eagle to the bed. He probably didn't want to answer, because he was nekked the way I left him and he had a full-blown morning erection he could not hide or get rid of without his usual ice pack.
I noticed it was half an hour earlier than I usually sent Mark out to fetch his ice. I hopped out of bed and swung the door open wide. If I was lucky, whoever was knocking would be able to see into the room to Mark's bed and I could show off my studly roommate.
It was Greg and Shannon, the twinks from across the hall, with a shopping bag in hand. "We came over to take care of our deputy keyholder duties." They walked into our room and explained that before Mark went down the hall of the hotel for his ice, they wanted to trim his bush. Any guy openly displaying his crotch the way Mark was forced to, should have tidy clipped pubes.
I was practically rolling on the floor laughing. Mark was so shocked, his boner started to wilt just a little.
Shannon said, "No problem. We can fix that too. We figured just because Mark misses out on using his cock this week, there were still other kinds of stimulation he should be allowed." Then Greg pulls a long thin vibrating buttplug still in the package and some lube out of the bag. Now I did have to sit down, my laughter getting the better of me.
Mark expressed his uncertainty with a groan but resigned himself to obey. The three of us worked together to untie Mark's ankle ropes from the bed frame and reattach them above his head, taking in the slack until his feet were above his ears and his ass was obscenely exposed. Once again, Mark's only response to the young gay man gently lubing up his hole was an ambiguous moan. I sat back and watched quietly, enjoying the show and ready to step in if Mark was too freaked out. He didn't appear to be.
In fact, his hardon came back to full, rock-hard strength by the time Greg had his boypussy stretched and loosened. Another groan accompanied Shannon's inserting the freshly washed buttplug into Mark. There was no clear protest. Did he crave having his ass filled with the cock-like object or was he so conditioned to obey anything we did to him that it didn't matter whether he wanted it? Mark's face and general bearing seemed to relax when the plug hit bottom and his sphincter could tighten some around the narrower base of the phallus. His body instinctively knew the tough part was over.
If Mark wasn't tied down to the bed, he would have jumped off it when Shannon pushed on the green spot on the end of the buttplug and the thing started humming in Mark's ass. The little toy must have packed a significant punch in stimulating the virgin butt.
We lowered Mark's legs and in token restraint tied them back loosely to the bottom of the bed. The twinks produced a comb and some barber scissors from their bag and without much further ceremony gave my friend a great close trim of his black and curly pubes. By the time they were done, his pubes matched much better to the short patches of black hair on his treasure trail and chest. And his dick was dripping precum.
I showed Shannon and Greg how to bind Mark's hands safely and securely behind his back and we sent him on his way to the ice machine. He was still plugged and very very hard. The precum was just flowing from his unused cock. When he got back a few minutes later, Mark told us about meeting another two of the hotel guests in the hall, a male-female couple. It seems the guy smirked at Mark and his girlfriend grabbed the guy's crotch just after they passed Mark and started saying, "That looked like a kinky idea."
We removed the plug before icing his cock and nuts. No use letting the stimulation continue. We wanted him soft so we could fit the chastity cage back over him.
Greg and Shannon figured prominently at the beach that afternoon too, though I didn't know at the time that they would. A few of Mark's wrestling buddies were also at the beach for spring break. We hooked up with the four of them right after lunch and got ourselves a volleyball team together to challenge some other guys in the ongoing game in the sand. None of us were remarkable in our volleyball skills. Still, it was a good way to spend an afternoon in the sun. We all headed into the surf after the game to rinse off the sand and enjoy the refreshing water. Mark and this teammate Larry stayed to catch some waves, body surfing when the rest of us headed to our towels.
Fifteen minutes later, Larry returns with Mark's swim trunks, laughing his ass off. He looked straight at me and just kept shaking his head. The rest of the wrestling team figured out what it meant to see Larry with Mark's swimsuit. Of course, they started asking questions. Larry simply told them they had to see to believe.
It didn't take long for Mark to walk up from the water bare assed except for the cockcage and dripping wet. Fuck, he looked hot. Was funny as hell to see him on the beach that way but it was even more sexy. There was so much laughing and loud teasing from the wrestlers, nobody could have noticed my arousal. Steve actually went right over to Mark for a close look at the male chastity device. I bet he had never seen anything like it before. You can bet that all heads were turned toward the nekked athlete with the locked dick. Mark was pretty quick to grab his towel and wrap it around himself. Nobody tried to stop him, though as he began relating how Larry ended up with his trunks and what he was doing in the cockcage, Jason did snatch the towel away once. Jason tossed it to Steve, who pitched it to Larry, who lost it to Mark's frantic tackle in the sand.
At that point, what could Mark say? Any cover story was likely to sound more bizarre than the truth. Greg and Shannon saw Mark in the chest deep water and insisted on a surprise inspection as deputy keyholders. Mark obediently removed his trunks just before Larry swam back from the wave he had ridden. Mark trusted the twinks not to expose him in any shallower water. He didn't count on Larry grabbing the shorts and heading for the sand. Mark knew Larry well enough to believe he wasn't ever coming back with the swimsuit.
Like at the wet t-shirt contest, Mark acted embarrassed about his situation but confident of himself at the same time. It caused all of us to admire his poise and self-assurance.
Mark answered the inevitable questions about the cockcage truthfully but left out many details. He cautioned, "Never make a bet you're not prepared to lose. Lou bailed me out this time but I'm sure learning my lesson." As far as sex, Mark just said, "Yeah, I'm starting to get horny. Lou doesn't have to worry about giving me any privacy to jack off though."
Mark worried about word going around campus. The guys told him they were a team and they'd look out for him, although with the turned heads and active conversations going on among the people around us, word had clearly spread in south Florida.
Finally, Mark shook the sand out of his trunks. He didn't even try to towel change at that point. He just dropped his towel and stepped into his shorts to the whistles of a couple of the women nearby.
(to be continued)
Thanks to Steve for one of the pics that goes along with this part and to my bitch for his good service in posing for the other.