Coercive Control

“Matt, please don’t make me go!”

I was in Orlando with Matt at a work convention. Last night I had discovered that the convention was in the hotel across the street, and our hotel was hosting a gay kink convention this weekend. I knew one of these was going to be extremely boring, and I knew one of them was going to help me achieve my chastity goal of taking one hundred loads before I’m allowed to unlock. I was only twenty-two loads in and was desperate for more.

“That convention doesn’t even start until tomorrow. You’re coming to the law convention with me. That’s final. I’ve got plenty of people I’ve talked to about you professionally, and I want you to meet them.”

“I’d rather meet them unprofessionally. In the men’s room…” I muttered to myself.

Matt and I got dressed and headed across the street to the convention. We made the rounds at a meet and greet, and Matt introduced me and showed me off. He bragged about my work ethic and speed at which I had been learning things. He was really laying it on thick. I exchanged business cards with many people from top national firms, which was exciting. Matt introduced me to a few friends as well. Some were his old mentors, college friends, and people from the old firm he used to work for.

Matt introduced me to one of his old buddies, Lucas. He was a skinny, nerdy-looking guy and wore Clark Kent glasses. Insanely tall and stick thin. He had blond hair, shorter than mine, and a very attractive face, younger looking than Matt, though they were the same age. I thought he might be gay at first, but then I saw his wedding ring and he later mentioned his wife. This disappointed me, as I was still incredibly horny from my chastity challenge. After scouting the place out all morning, I saw that there were hardly any attractive guys here.

We sat down for the first lecture of the day. It was some old jackoff who thought he was charismatic, talking about marketing and branding. Apparently, this was the first, most important topic for lawyers to learn at this thing. I took to doodling in my notebook after about twenty minutes. I sketched a dog and a cat, then a sea monster, then the sea monster’s tentacles wrapping around an unsuspecting diver. Then I drew the tentacle monster spreading the diver’s arms and legs and stroking the guy’s four-foot-long cock. I nudged Matt to show him my important work. He just rolled his eyes at me and went back to his lecture. I spent the rest of the lecture doodling. I drew my chastity cage, then I added a body to the cage, much more muscular than my own. I was never good at faces, so instead, I sketched a cartoon toilet bowl in place of a head. Its seat was open, and its tank had eyes and nose. I drew a speech bubble, saying “feed me piss” and then finished my masterpiece with two veiny, bulging cocks floating above and filling it up with their streams. I nudged Matt again. He looked down, saying nothing, and then reached for my pen, taking it and ending my fun. After the lecture was a short break, then another lecture. I couldn’t take it. Matt and I stood up to stretch, and I whined to him.

“Sir, can I just go back to the hotel room? I don’t need to be here. I’ve met your friends already.”

“Grant, you could really learn a lot, especially if you weren’t so busy thinking about cock.”

“I can’t help it, it’s your fault I’m in this cage and can’t stop getting distracted. C’mon, Sir. Give me a load. Now, before the next lecture.”

“I’m not giving you a load, you greedy cunt.”

“Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? I swear I’ll behave after.”

“Fine, deal, but you have to actually shut the fuck up and behave.”

I nodded in agreement. That had convinced Matt. He led me down a hallway to an empty men’s room. He grabbed me by my shirt collar and threw me into the furthest stall. I dropped to my knees, and he whipped his cock out. He shoved it in my mouth, and I sucked it until it was erect. Matt pinned my head to the wall behind me and fucked me forcefully. I was not at a good angle to swallow him deep, and his cock rammed into the back of my throat, causing some discomfort. I think Matt was being extra rough on purpose, punishing me for being such a brat this morning. I was loving every second of it. My dick grew in my cage, and I played with my nipples until Matt blew his load on my tongue. Twenty-three of one hundred.

I held up my end of the bargain, and I behaved the rest of the day. I even earned my pen back after I promised that I wasn’t going to be drawing smut anymore. Instead, I just thought about it, inventing sexy fantasy scenarios, like my sea monster, in my mind. Chastity was turning my brain into its own porn factory. My mind wandered and I started thinking about myself as a sexy brainless muscle slave drone with a massive cock and never-empty balls. Then it clicked to me that I was essentially picturing the Bull from Cal Ellis’s ranch. He had raped me in the mud, and I had despised that situation. Now I was fantasizing about it, getting hard at the thought. I was still turned on, even after realizing I thought of the bull. Either hindsight is 20/20 or horniness is 20/200.

After dinner, Matt invited a few of the guys back to the hotel bar of the place we were staying in. Seven of us guys occupied a corner booth in the bar, and I was smack dab in the middle. Matt was to my left, Lucas to my right, and four other random men I had probably met earlier today flanked our sides. We drank a few rounds of beer, and as the night wore on, I felt like they became sexier and sexier. Eventually, I zoned out and was busy imagining myself getting gang banged by them all on this table we were sitting at. After a while, most of the guys called it a night, as we had another conference event in the morning. Lucas was the final one with us, so in the end, it was just us three. We were all pretty tipsy, but Lucas was the most drunk. His small frame was the worst at holding his alcohol. I noticed that he got a little handsy as the night wore on. He occasionally would touch or grip my thigh as he spoke. I wondered if he was coming on to me or if he was just incoherent.

“Lucas, buddy, how’s the wife?” Matt asked.

“Oh, she’s great. Going on three years now. First baby is on the way.”

“Congrats! That’s good to hear. Good thing this conference came now when you could still come and see me before things get too hectic at home.”

“Yeah man, love you buddy. I’m having a blast. Grant here is a hoot too.” Lucas said, having barely spoken to me all night. I was definitely not being a hoot. “So, tell me about you two, how’d you meet and how long has you been together and all that jazz?”

“Well, it’s gonna be six months soon,” Matt started explaining. “Grant was a rising star on our paralegal team, and I plucked him of the crowd for his talents. Then, one night we went out for drinks, and the rest is history.”

I chuckled at Matt’s retelling, especially glossing over our first time at the bar. He had made me drink his piss for the first time. Looking back now, though, it was child’s play.

“Why do you laugh?” Lucas asked me. “You remember it differently? I bet Matt gave you plenty of hell.”

“Hah, yeah you could say that” I replied. Lucas chuckled and gripped my knee playfully. Matt noticed it as well.

“He was trouble back in college, you know.” Lucas said, pointing at Matt. “Always being ornery with the boys. Convincing the guys in the frat to play strip poker, and I heard they still make the pledges wrestle naked and oiled up like he used to make them. Matt always pulled all the tightest ass and looks like he still does.”

“Grant and I get into plenty of trouble, still. I guess you could say my wild side never went away.” That was an understatement. “Show him your collar, Grant,” Matt ordered. Lucas was definitely intrigued now. I pulled the padlock out from under my shirt and laid it on top of my shirt buttons. Lucas looked intently at it, his mouth slightly open in awe and he had a twinkle in his drunk eye. “Tell him about it, fag.”

“Uh, well Lucas.”

“Call him Sir as well, Grant.”

“Uh, well Sir. Matt put it on me when we first started dating. Or I guess when he started owning me. See here, the padlock is etched with the date I started serving, and our names.”

FAGGOT GRANT COLLINS, PROPERTY OF MASTER MATT ANDERSON

“You wear it every day?” Lucas asked, leaning in to get a better look.

“And night, Sir. I’ve only taken it off rarely, like when we got on the plane to come here.”

“Grant is a good sub. Very obedient. His main focus lately has been the chastity cage on his little dick.”

“Chas… what cage?” Lucas was obviously not very versed in all things kinky.

“Ask him to show and tell you. He’ll obey.” Matt chuckled. I looked around the bar, and it had cleared out a good amount, as it was getting late. I had done plenty of public tasks, but it never stopped scaring me when strangers were around.

“Well, show and tell, fag,” Lucas said, with a grin, sadistically enjoying the words leaving him lips.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, reaching down to my crotch and unzipping my pants. I fished my caged dick out of my pants and rested it over top of my waistband. “It’s hooked around my balls and keeps me from being able to get hard and jerk off or top. Matt locked me in it last weekend.”

“Haha, happy Valentine’s Day to you,” Lucas giggled like a little boy.

“I have to keep it on until I’ve taken one hundred loads. Not just Matt’s; any guys. I’m well on my way but am constantly horny for more. Even today my mind was clouded with sexy daydreams. It’s so hard to focus on anything but submitting, Sir.”

“Fucking fuck, fag. I couldn’t go a day without jerking off when I was your age. That takes balls. I gotta run to them men’s room, but when I get back I wanna hear more.”

“Nonsense, Lucas. You think I would train a fag to lock his dick away and not make him love the taste of piss too? He’ll beg you to drink it. Watch this.” Matt swallowed the last of his beer bottle and then pulled it under the table. He fidgeted with his pants, and we heard the stream of piss gurgling and filling the bottle. The bottle reappeared, practically overflowing with Matt’s golden liquid. He set it down in front of me and then just said “Beg.”

“Please Sir. I need to drink it right now. I’m so thirsty. I need it while it’s still hot and fresh. Feed me your piss, Sir. Please Sir please.”

“Drink it, bitch.” I picked up the bottle and Matt put his cock, away, watching me intently. Lucas was resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. He watched me with wide eyes and a huge grin on his face. I put the bottle to my lips and chugged it all down in one go. I tilted my head fully back and stuck my tongue out to lick up the last drop before setting the bottle down. Matt looked pleased at the situation, and Lucas had a greedy look in his eye.

“Do mine, now. Hold it steady down there.”

I grabbed the empty bottle and placed it in front of Lucas’s crotch, at an angle for him. He unzipped his pants and I stared out of curiosity. He pulled out his semi-erect nine inches, that sat under a nicely trimmed blond bush. Tall skinny guys always had great cocks. Lucas let out a stream of piss and did his best to get it in the bottle, but plenty of it ran down my hand and dripped on his shoes and floor. He also had too much piss to fit in one bottle, but he wasn’t able to stop once he started, and a small puddle formed on the floor below him.

“Ah shit, fuck,” Lucas muttered. I raised the bottle back to my lips and guzzled Lucas’s salty, delicious urine. “Fuck yeah faggot. I don’t suppose you work as a mop as well, too?”

I didn’t register Lucas’s drunk rambling as a joke, and I checked to see if the coast was clear before ducking under the table, getting on my hands and knees, and licking the piss off his shoes and the tile floor. I came back up to my seat and both men looked at me with jaws wide open.

“Well shit, Grant, that was a nice surprise,” Matt said.

“Fuck, man. You really are just a fucking degenerate, aren’t you? What’s he giving you that makes you wanna be such a nasty fag?”

“Well Sir, I’ve been trained by Matt to realize what a slut I am. I want to be of service to him and anyone he wants me to. I want to be there for your pleasure or entertainment. Lately, Matt has really been pushing me to embrace my true self, especially in public. Six months ago, I would have never gotten under the table and licked your piss off the floor, but a superior man like you deserves it from a fag like me. Matt has been incredible at guiding and supporting me, and the dick is incredible too of course.”

“He took to it like a fish to water,” Matt said, tousling my hair. “He was shy at first, but I saw the potential. He’s really been blossoming into a confident little slut. Credit where it’s due, Grant has pushed himself to become a better version of himself, and I appreciate that drive about him. He’s definitely earned this incredible dick tonight, for this performance.”

Lucas listened to every word we said with great intent. I could see a raging boner in his pants, and I know the whole thing was so foreign to him, so it must have been incredibly shocking but obviously arousing.

“Lucas, would you like me to help you with that tonight? It would mean a lot if you helped me get closer to unlocking my chastity cage.” Lucas nodded his head and licked his lips.

“Alright boys, least head up to the room, stat,” Matt barked, and the three of us filed out of the hotel bar. Matt closed the tab while Lucas and I walked to the elevator, waddling awkwardly, trying to hide our erections. We got into the room and Matt immediately threw me on the floor in front of them. The door closed behind me, and I turned and looked up at the two silhouettes looming over me. I quickly shimmied out of my pants and took my shirt off. Matt grabbed me by the collar and led me to the bed. I crawled up onto it and shook my ass a little. Matt spanked me.

“Alright Lucas, you’re in charge. What’s the plan?”

“Uh, I dunno Matt. What do you usually do? The wife and I don’t do anything crazy, but I’m sure you guys do all kinds of whack stuff.”

“Get on the bed, Grant start blowing him. I’ll get his ass warmed up.”

Lucas climbed up on the bed and I helped him out of his pants. I grabbed his cock and stroked it until it was fully erect. I bent down and put it in my mouth, slobbering all over it. Lucas moaned softly. I went to work, taking the meat all the way to the base. Lucas moaned deeply and muttered “shit” and “fuck” a lot. Matt spat on my hole and buried himself into me quickly and skillfully.

“Holy shit, Grant. I’ve never gotten head like this.”

“Fags… know how… to work… a cock… the best,” Matt said between thrusts. I moaned in agreement. “You want… a turn… at his… pussy?”

“Nah I think I’m fine, ah fuck,” Lucas replied. “The beer’s wearing off but I wanna finish still.”

Lucas grabbed the back of my head and thrust into me, and Matt continued using my hole. Lucas brought himself to orgasm quickly, and Matt released his load when he noticed Lucas finishing. The two men stood up, and I rolled over onto my back to rest without crushing my caged dick. Lucas looked much more uncomfortable now that he was more sober and no longer horny.

“Thanks, Matt. And Grant. I guess I should go for the night. We gotta be up early and I told Becky I’d call her in the morning before we started.”

“No, thank you Lucas.” Matt reassured. “Don’t stress about it. You didn’t make any mistake or anything. You fucked a fag; you didn’t cheat on Becky with a woman you have feelings for. Hell, you didn’t do anything worse than jerking off. Used him for your pleasure, and he didn’t even cum. You’re in the clear. Now get some rest, we’ll chat tomorrow.”

Lucas nodded and Matt led him out before joining me in bed.

“Holy fucking shit, Grant. You were really feeling it tonight at the bar.”

“Yes Sir, I’ve just had blue balls for so long, and it was turning me on how much Lucas was getting into it. Swallowing straight loads feels like such a big accomplishment.”

“It is fag. Lucas never joined us in our drunk gay experimenting back in college. You were sexy enough to get him willing. You did good tonight. I think you’ve earned a little reward.”

“Yeah, Sir?”

“Yeah. You wanna skip the conference tomorrow? I still have to go but I know you don’t want to.”

“Can I really? Thank you, Sir!” I was excited. I wouldn’t have to sit through more boring lectures and mixers, and I could go hunt down guys who were here for the kink convention and work on my load count.

“Haha don’t act so excited! Now get some rest, before you get horny enough to try to force another load out of me.”

I woke up the next morning with a big smile on my face, excited that I got to skip the law conference today. I sat up in bed and noticed Matt had gotten out of bed, gotten fully dressed, and was now digging through his suitcase.

“Morning Sir, what’s up?”

“Good morning, Grant,” Matt said cheerfully. “I’m just getting you prepped for your day. You’re much too immature to be left on your own, and with that cage keeping you horny, there’s a big chance you’ll get into trouble.”

Matt pulled a bulky black mass of leather out of his suitcase. He had packed the straitjacket he bought me recently! Matt tossed the jacket on the bed and retrieved a leather hood as well. I held my arms out as he slid it up to my shoulders, before buckling the back. As he crossed my arms across my chest and fastened them together behind me, he explained the agenda for today.

“I’ve got events all morning and will be unavailable until about 2PM. That leaves you here for six-ish hours. I’m gonna get you all set up then post a few pics on the hookup apps for the guys to come find you. I’ll leave the door cracked open, and you’ll leave your hole open for anyone and everyone. You said you wanted to work on your chastity challenge, right? Why the anxious look on your face, you should be thanking me for being so kind.”

“I’m not anxious, I’m excited Sir. I really do appreciate it. I hope you’re planning on being my first customer.”

“I don’t think I have time,” Matt said, checking his watch. “How about I round out the afternoon once you’re all sloppy?” I nodded eagerly, my dick straining in my cage. “Oh, and I almost forgot. I brought the fake smoke alarm hidden camera. I’ll set it up so I can keep an eye on you. Make sure you’re doing alright but always keeping busy.”

Matt reached back into his bag and pulled out the hidden camera. He linked it to his phone so he could watch the live video feed, then he reached up to the low ceiling and attached it with some double-sided tape. As Matt lifted his arms, I caught a glimpse of his hairy belly peeking out from under his shirt. The small camera lens faced me on the bed, where I would spend the rest of my morning. Matt then put me on my knees and knelt in front of me. He grabbed the hood and draped it over my head, before tightening it to my face and locking the buckle shut. The hood had a mouth hole, but no eye holes, so I knelt there in the darkness, and Matt gently laid me down so that I was chest-down, ass-up on the bed. I felt him stand up then I heard him taking pictures of me. He playfully spanked my bare ass and leaned down to my ear.

“Have fun, fag. Play nice.”

I heard Matt stuff our suitcases into the closet and then the door slamming shut on the deadbolt, preventing the door from latching shut. I waited in silence, anticipating the first man arriving to take my body for his pleasure. I listened intensely at every set of footsteps walking down the hall. The first three people to pass the room walked straight past, but then I heard footsteps slow to a halt. I then listened as the door slowly opened, and someone made their way into my room. He made no sound as he walked up to me. I felt him gently place his hands on my bare ass and slowly rub in circles. He climbed up into bed and knelt at my ass. I then felt a thick glob of spit land directly on my pink, puckered hole, and the man’s thumb rubbed it. He applied pressure until his thumb popped past my sphincter and my hole swallowed him.

“Am I first?” The man asked softly.

“Yes Sir.”

“Raw?”

“Please Sir.”

The man wasted no time getting his cock out, dropping another glob of spit on his tip from above, and then he pressed against me. I gasped in shock as I felt his fat mushroom head pop into me. My fresh, unworked hole clenched around his head, locking him into me. He waited a moment and then slowly pressed forward until his full length was inside me. He was probably six inches long. He laid down on top of me and started humping. We both moaned softly, and I began leaking precum. Through the sounds of our sex, I heard more footsteps approaching. The next man stood at the side of the bed watching but was too shy to initiate while the first man was still using me.

“Come here, Sir,” I asked of the new guy, gesturing with my hooded head for him to sit in front of me. He climbed up in bed and knelt in front of my face. He guided my mouth to his cock, and I swallowed it with skill. He moaned and held onto the sides of my head as I bobbed on his seven incher. I continued getting dicked down from both ends for a few minutes, before I could feel the man in my ass breeding me. The head of his cock became even more engorged and grinded into my prostate as he pumped me full of his semen. He slowly pulled out, and my hole audibly popped!

“You gotta feel that cunt, man.”

Without a word, the guy I was blowing pulled away and shimmed over to my ass. His meat was already slick with throat slime and my hole was already slick with cum. The man penetrated me quickly and with force, mixing the fluids. He pounded my hole for only a few minutes before he was adding his load to my guts. He pulled out, gave me a quick ‘thanks’ and headed out.

I laid on the bed alone for about ten minutes. My hole gaped and I clenched it shut. It took a few tries, but I finally felt it close back up, even when I was relaxing it. After a bit, I heard a bit of chatter in the hall, and then two more men entered.

“Man, I’m too fucking hungover for this shit,” the first guy said.

“Then close the fucking curtains dipshit,” the other replied. They sounded younger and must have been friends or boyfriends. One of them walked over to the curtains and I listened to them close. The other started fingering my hole, coating his finger in cum.

“Get a load of this!” he said, pulling his finger out and presumably wagging it at the other guy. I heard him swat the finger away, which got a giggle out of finger guy. I then felt the cummy finger being pressed into my mouth. I opened up and then sucked the cum off of him. This got more giggling out of the boys.

“Enough fucking around, I’m horny as hell.”

The boys stripped, climbed up in bed, and rolled me over so I was laying on my back. One of them climbed up on my face and sat his ass on me. I started eating his tight, hairy hole while he reached for my ankles and held them up. This exposed my hole for the other guy to stick his dick in me. He then grabbed the backs of my knees to support himself, and the guy on my face started stroking himself off instead. The two boys made out with each other on top of me, as if I wasn’t even there. I was nothing more than a sex toy these guys were using to help get themselves off. The guy in my ass bred me first, then the guy on my face backed off so he could aim his dick at my tongue, which I stuck out to accept his hot load. The boys cleaned themselves up and quickly left, without a word to me. The fact that they had not even acknowledged my existence during their time with me made me strain hard in my cage.

Over the next hour or so, I took five more loads, all in my ass. Each man had used me by himself and left before the next arrived. I could feel the massive amount of cum flowing deeper into my ass, as the most recent cock had been long enough to core me open deep. I noticed that none of the men moaned too loudly or spanked too hard. There was a level of quiet that they all seemingly tried to maintain, as to not get caught by hotel staff. I had been erect in my cage all morning, and my balls began to get sore from the pain. My dick decided it had been hard for too long, though, and I was no longer erect. This gave my nuts some much needed relief.

The next guy to come in was muscular and furry. I was positioned on my hands and knees again, and he came right up to my mouth. He greeted me by wagging his cock in my face, and I felt the cool touch of metal on my lips. He must have a piercing on his cock. He pressed his cock into me and I accepted it in my mouth. I used my tongue to gingerly play with the thick metal ring running through his piss slit, and he chuckled.

“You like the Prince Albert? Never sucked a guy with one, huh? Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.”

With that, he pressed his cock deeper into my throat, until the piercing was tickling the back of my tongue. I gagged a little, but once I got acquainted with the piercing rubbing on my throat, I was able to take it decently well. The man fucked my throat and brought himself to climax. He shot his salty seed down my throat and I guzzled it happily, but I was a little sad that I wouldn’t get to feel the piercing pound my prostate. I was very curious what it would have felt like.

“Nice work kid, you’re practically a pro with the prince, now.”

Six more anonymous men came in one by one to use my holes. Mushroom head guy even came back for round two. None of the others were particularly unique, but I was happy to receive every load. My dick had woken back up at the excitement of being so much closer to unlocking. While I was still coming off of the last solo guy, three guys came in together. They chatted a little but got down to business quickly. One mounted my ass, another mounted my face, and the third knelt next to me, stroking himself. It did not take long for the first guy to seed my hole. He then pulled out and backed away, sitting on the couch across the room to watch the rest of the show. The guy I had been blowing moved to my ass, and the guy who had been stroking moved to my mouth. I sucked on his skinny uncut cock as I got fucked and bred by the second guy. After he finished inside me, he joined his buddy on the couch, and the final guy was finally getting his turn at my sloppy hole.

The final guy bent down to eat my ass out first, the only guy today to do that. I felt his thick moustache tickling my taint as he stuck his tongue in my hole and sucked his buddies’ loads out. He came back up to my mouth and spat them in. I swallowed them and thanked him, licking the excess off my lips. As he pounded my hole, his buddies sat on the couch, cheering him on and chit chatting.

“Hey, are we still on to hang at the pool later? I know Eddie mentioned that idea.”

“Yeah, we can see. After dinner if we feel like it, I can let the rest of the guys know.”

I wondered if Matt would want to stop by the pool later with me. I got lost in that daydream and barely noticed when the guy fucking me came inside me. He pulled out, kissed my hole, then made me suck the cum off of his dick. I was happy to oblige, and then the three amigos headed out. The rest of the session went much more slowly. Only two guys came by over the next forty-five minutes or so. It had to have been close to two at the point, when Matt would be returning. I was starting to get hungry, so it was well after lunch time.

“Well, well, well. What have we got here? A sloppy bottom cum slut?” Matt chuckled as he walked in, latching the door behind him. “How do you feel, Grant? You want Master’s cock in that cummy hole?”

“More than anything Sir,” I begged. “Please breed me.”

Matt chuckled at my begging and stripped down. He mounted me doggy style and rammed into my hole. He grunted and moaned as he fucked me.

“Please Sir, harder Sir, rougher. I need your alpha cock. I need your seed.” I was desperate at this point, my dick about to break out of my cage from the sheer force of my erection alone.

“You’re a greedy little pig? You didn’t beg this hard earlier. That’s right Grant. I had a little free time before lunch and stopped by to check in on you. Dumped a load in you without a word.” I moaned loudly, extremely turned on by this confession. “You like that? Having no idea, I used you? Having no idea who used you at all? Maybe one of your old buddies was here? Maybe your high school math teacher was here? Maybe your fucking dad was here? They wouldn’t have known it was you, and you’ll never know if it was them.”

“Fuuuuck, Sir… Yes, I like that.”

“Good slut. We’re going to the street fair tomorrow, and there will be guys there you’ve taken before. Who’s cum you’ve tasted. Twenty of them if my count is correct. I gave you load twenty-one of your gang bang earlier, and I’m about to give you load twenty-two.”

“Please Sir, breed me Sir!” I exclaimed loudly, surely loud enough for our neighbors to hear. Matt complied and pushed his cock deep into me. I felt his cock pulsing vigorously, dumping his second load of the day into my ass. Je laid on top of me for a moment, catching his breath. He then unfastened my hood and pulled it off. He then did the same with my straitjacket. I was sweaty and smelly, so Matt and I showered together. I rinsed myself off, then scrubbed Matt’s sexy furry body up.

“Sir, I heard a few guys planning on going to the pool after dinner, maybe we could go find them?”

“Haha, sure Grant. I actually came prepared. The pool is usually pretty popular at these things, so I packed you a proper outfit.”

Matt stepped out of the shower, toweled off and left the bathroom. He returned with a bathing suit for me. It was a fiery red speedo brief. I had never worn anything like it, and it was much skimpier than the trunks I had brought along. I was excited to please Matt and show off in it though.

“Thank you, Sir. You’re so smart!”

Matt and I got dressed and grabbed a late lunch/early dinner. We went back to the hotel room with a clean change on sheets from the front desk, remade the bed, and then snuggled in to watch a movie. I rested my hole and my balls which had been tugged on all day, and Matt gave me a shoulder massage with lots of neck kisses to relax my muscles after having my arms crossed in the straitjacket the whole time. At around 8PM, we got our swimsuits on, preparing to make our way to the pool. I looked in the mirror after I slipped the speedo on. I flexed my muscles and checked out my fag bulge. The outline of my cage showed through very clearly. I would normally be nervous, but right now I was just excited to go find and hang out with (and maybe fuck) more kinky guys. I turned around to check out my ass in the speedo as well. My butt cheeks were spilling out the sides of the skimpy fabric, and I chuckled at the sight. I slipped on some short and a tank top or else the hotel staff may not be too happy with me in the lobby.

Matt and I walked out to the pool, and there were about twenty people there. I saw the group of gays sitting with their feet in the hot tub and immediately knew that at least one of them had used me earlier. One of them was a skinny Middle Eastern man, and he had a thick bushy moustache that I knew had been tickling my taint earlier. Matt and I walked over to the group and sat down with them.

“Hey fellas, mind if we join?” Matt asked, already sitting down.

“Plenty of room,” One of them replied. “So, you finally let him out in the open, huh?”

“Yeah, he heard there was gonna be a party down here and didn’t get enough this morning. Isn’t that right, slut?”

“Yes Sir, hi everyone. How’d you know it was me?”

“I’ve got a photographic memory when it comes to asses, and yours is not one I’ll forget any time soon.”

“He really does have an impressive memory,” The mustached guy chimed in.

We hit it off with the guys and chatted for a long while. As the night wore on, the rest of the crowd at the pool thinned out.

“Grant, show Eddie here the cage. He’s being coy now but he was really interested when we were telling him about it earlier.”

“Haha, uh, yeah. I’ve never seen one before.” Eddie blushed a little.

I glanced around at the rest of the pool. Other than us guys at the hot tub, there was just a man and woman standing in the shallow on the opposite end of the pool. I dipped into the water so that I was a little more hidden, and I slipped the red speedo down my thighs and to my knees, revealing my cage. I lifted my hips up just enough so that my caged dick was floating on the surface of the water.

“Holy fucking shit, y’all weren’t lying.”

I proceeded to answer Eddie’s questions about the cage then explained my load count challenge to the whole group. I looked at the circle of men around me, and all of them had growing bulges in their swimsuits. One by one, everyone dipped into the water and pulled their dicks out. They all started jerking off, slowly and discreetly as to not draw the attention of the man and woman across the way. The anticipation was killing all of us, though, and it took twenty minutes of edging before the couple finally left. That’s when the fun really began.

Everyone got back up out of the water, cocks in hand. I watched as they all fapped. Their balls were all hanging low and loose, shimmering, and steaming with the water from the hot tub. I swam across the way to Eddie, deciding to start with his cock. I began sucking him and reached a hand to either side, stroking the cocks adjacent to Eddie. After a few minutes, I moved one position to the right. I swallowed the next cock, and stroked Eddie and the mustached guy. It took me a long time, but I eventually made a full ring around the circle. One my second pass, I started finishing guys off. I took Eddie’s load first, swallowing his penis and fondling his nuts until he pumped thick wads of cum down my throat. I quickly moved on, as I had many more men to service. By the time I was complete, I had swallowed five loads.

Matt had not given me another load, as he had already drained his balls twice since this afternoon. The party ended shortly after, and the men dispersed quickly. Matt and I went back upstairs, rinsed off, then crawled into bed. I nestled my bare ass against Matt’s cock, and slept hard after my busy, busy day today.

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