Gold Stars
© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
Tyler stepped in close, circling behind me like he was sizing up a piece of equipment before a job. He hooked a thumb in the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down slow, grinning at the others.
“Alright, boys,” he said, loud enough for it to carry. “You’ve all had your fun. You know what they say: save the best for last.”
Aiden laughed. “Big words.”
“Big everything,” Tyler replied, giving his cock a lazy stroke. “And you’re about to see it put to work.”
His shadow stretched over me. “You ready, princess?” he asked.
"Yes, Sir," I replied, showing my enthusiastic consent for everything that had happened so far and anything that was about to happen in the next few moments.
Tyler reached down, squeezing my ass, then tugged at the rope holding my hips in place. “Who tied this?” He loosened it just enough to lift my hips higher, pulling my knees in closer to the log. My ass was now angled up and open, fully on display.
“Better,” he said, giving me two quick pats like a coach satisfied with the setup. “Gotta give the audience the right view.”
The first touch of his cock at my entrance sent my stomach into knots. I was already slick and sore, every nerve raw. He didn’t ease in. He pushed hard from the start, filling me in one steady drive that forced a sharp cry out of my throat.
“Damn,” he said to the others. “He’s still tight. What’ve you guys been doing, tickling him?”
Bryson barked a laugh. Grant rolled his eyes.
Tyler began moving right away, long, deep strokes that rocked me against the log. “Look at him,” he said. “Ass like a vise, face like he’s meeting God.”
Then he leaned in so only I could hear. “Don’t worry, Tentpole. I’ll make sure you remember this one.”
His hips hit harder, enough to make the log shift under me. This was a show, and he was working the crowd.
“Gotta make sure the boy knows exactly what we’ve been giving him,” Tyler said, pulling out in one long, wet drag. The air hit me hard, my hole gaping and leaking for everyone to see.
He took his time walking around the log to my front, his cock still slick and dripping. When he stepped into view, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and tilted my head back so I had to look up at him.
“Open up, Tommy,” he said, voice low enough to cut right through me.
Before I could react, he pushed his cock between my lips. The taste hit instantly, tang, musk, and the thick mess from every boy before him. He kept a firm grip on my hair, holding me in place as he pushed deeper until the blunt head nudged the back of my throat.
“Yeah,” Tyler said, glancing at the others with a smirk. “Our boy’s getting the full experience.”
The others laughed, tossing out their own comments while Tyler gave a few slow, deliberate thrusts, letting me choke on the mix before pulling free with a wet pop.
He wiped the head across my cheek, smearing it in. “That’s just your first taste,” he said, stepping back toward my ass. “Now I can really get started.”
I felt his hand on my hip again, the rough grip that meant he wasn’t easing me in. He lined himself up and shoved forward, filling me in one hard drive that made my arms strain against the ropes. The log shifted beneath us.
“There we go,” Tyler said, settling into a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Right where you belong.”
He gave a few deep strokes, each one heavy enough to make my ribs press into the wood. Then the pace jumped, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin getting louder until it echoed across the court.
“See that?” he called to the others. “That’s how you break a boy in. You get the angle, you keep it, and you control his body for maximum pleasure.”
I wasn’t sure he had as much experience as his speech tried to convey, but Tyler always knew how to put on a show.
He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back so he could talk close to my ear. “You with me, Tommy? Still holding up?”
I couldn’t speak clearly so I just nodded gently, my hair falling into my eyes with each movement.
“Good,” he said, letting go so my face pressed forward again. Then quieter, “Help me make it look good for the boys, and I’ll make it worth your while. I know boys have a g-spot too.”
The pounding didn’t stop. If anything, it got harder, his hips drilling into me with short, brutal thrusts before switching to long, dragging strokes that made me feel every ridge of his shaft. Each time he bottomed out, it pushed a slick mess out around him, dripping down my thighs in warm streaks.
“Jesus,” Grant muttered. “You’re gonna tear him in half.”
“Nah,” Tyler said, still moving. “He’ll be fine. Might even start begging for more if I give him enough.”
He slowed just long enough to slide a hand down between my thighs. His fingers brushed over my balls, rolled them, then traced up to where the base of my cage dug into swollen skin. He gave it a light tap, just enough to send a shiver through me.
“Locked up and still leaking,” Tyler said, laughing. “Guess we’re doing something right.”
He pulled his hand away, spit on it, and gripped my ass cheek to spread me wider. “Let’s give them a better view.”
The next thrust slammed all the way in, his pelvis grinding against me so hard I could feel the coarse hair against my skin. He stayed there, holding me open, making the others look.
“Yeah,” Tyler said, satisfied. “That’s a perfect fit.”
Tyler pulled back slowly, letting me feel every inch drag through me before snapping his hips forward again. The sudden force punched the breath out of my lungs.
“See that?” he said to the boys. “That’s control. You make him wait for it, then give it to him so hard he can’t think straight.”
The next few thrusts came fast, almost machine-like, his grip on my hips locking me in place so I had no choice but to take it. Tyler was right though; he was hitting something inside me that was sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. My toes curled against the sand. My chest scraped on the rough surface of the log. I let out a long, loud moan to let everyone know how good it felt.
“Sounding like a porn star back here,” Tyler said, his voice carrying over my muffled groans. “Guess the little virgin’s found his calling.”
That got more laughter from the others, Bryson’s especially sharp.
Tyler leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back for a moment. “You feel that, Tommy? Every one of us still in there, all mixed together, and I’m just stirring it deeper.”
I couldn’t help the choked sound that escaped me.
“Yeah, you feel it,” he said, straightening back up and resuming that brutal rhythm.
The noises were obscene now—wet slaps, slick squelches, his breathing loud and steady. Every few thrusts he’d grind in deep and give a little swivel of his hips, making the stretch sharper, holding me open just to prove he could.
Grant called out, “You trying to make him cum without touching his dick?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Tyler shot back, driving in hard enough to make the log shudder. “But if it happens, it happens. He’s already leaking like a broken faucet.”
One of his hands left my hip and smacked hard across my ass, the sound cracking through the air. The sting spread instantly, my body jolting forward into the ropes.
“That’s for not thanking me yet,” he said. “I expect some manners when I’m giving you my best work.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I croaked. I could picture Tyler’s satisfied smirk behind me.
He grabbed my hips again and sped up, really pounding now, the slap of his skin against mine rapid and unrelenting. My arms ached from straining, my legs trembled, and every thrust sent another jolt through my lower spine straight into my caged cock.
Tyler laughed low in his throat. “Let’s see how long you can keep from drooling on that log.”
Tyler eased his pace just enough to shift his grip, sliding one hand up my back until it closed around the back of my neck. He pressed me down harder against the log, forcing my cheek to rest flat on the wood.
“Good view from up here,” he called to the others. “I can see every flinch he makes when I hit the right spot.”
He gave an exaggerated thrust, pulling a strained gasp out of me. “There it is.” Another thrust. “And there.”
Bryson laughed. “Gonna wear him out before you finish.”
“That’s the point,” Tyler said. “I want him so used to it he twitches when he sits down tomorrow.”
He dragged his free hand down my back, nails scraping lightly, then squeezed my ass with both hands and pushed himself in to the hilt, grinding until my whole body tensed. “Hold that,” he said, making me keep him buried for several long seconds while he rolled his hips in small, tight circles.
The sensation was overwhelming. I could feel every inch of him inside me, the pressure unrelenting, my body tightening against the intrusion.
“Look at that,” he said to the boys. “Perfect little hole for my cock. Doesn’t even know if he wants me to stop or keep going.”
He pulled out halfway, then slammed back in with enough force to make me grunt into the log. He repeated it, each time punctuating the thrust with a comment.
“For Aiden.” Slam.
“For Grant.” Slam.
“For Connor.” Slam.
“For Bryson.” Slam.
“For me.” Slam.
The boys howled with laughter.
Tyler leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear. “And now for the encore.”
He straightened and set into a punishing rhythm, faster than before, his hips snapping so hard the ropes dug into my wrists. My thighs burned from holding steady, my body jostled forward with each hit.
He tightened his grip on my hips and looked over at the others. “Alright, boys,” he said, “It’s time for the final round and I’ve still got a few things to show you all.”
He didn’t waste another second. His hips slammed forward, the force jolting my whole body against the ropes. Each thrust landed like he was trying to pound me into the log itself. The slap of skin on skin grew louder, wetter, until it was the only rhythm I could focus on.
“Watch close,” Tyler said over the sound of his own breathing. “This is how you finish a job.”
He pulled almost all the way out, just the head inside, then drove back in so fast and hard that my chest hit the wood with a dull thud. Over and over, he repeated it, making me jerk forward each time, my arms and shoulders screaming from the strain of the ropes.
Aiden let out a low whistle. “You’re gonna split him in two.”
“Not a chance,” Tyler said, never slowing. “He’s hanging on. He can take it.”
He changed the rhythm suddenly, giving a string of quick, shallow thrusts that made a slick squelch with every push, then burying himself deep and grinding hard enough to make me grunt. His grip shifted from my hips to my waist, hauling me back into each drive until my ass was flush against him.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, voice thick.
The pace got frantic, his cock pistoning in and out so fast I couldn’t keep track of the strokes. His breathing turned ragged, a rough groan slipping out between clenched teeth. The boys knew what was coming, their laughter turning to shouts and encouragement.
Tyler gave one last crushing thrust, holding me there, and I felt the hot pulse deep inside as his cock twitched hard. He stayed buried, forcing every drop into me while his hands clamped down on my hips like he was claiming the moment.
He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, a grin in his voice. “And that, gentlemen, is how it’s done.”
Tyler finally pulled out, his cock glistening in the dim light, and gave my ass a quick slap that made me jolt against the ropes. “Nice and stretched for the next time,” he said with a smirk, stepping back to admire his work.
I sagged against the log, my body shaking, every muscle strung tight from holding myself together. My hole felt raw, slick with the mess of all of them, dripping steadily down my thighs.
Connor stepped forward, clapping his hands once like he was calling a team huddle. “Alright, boys,” he said, grinning, “I think that’s officially it. Tommy here has taken five cocks in one afternoon. That’s a hell of a performance.”
The others laughed, a few giving mock applause.
Connor’s grin widened. “And I think a performance like that deserves a proper send-off. Got the idea from Aiden earlier, actually.” His eyes flicked toward Aiden, who smirked knowingly at the reference to Hawaiian Showers.
“What kinda send-off are we talking about?” Bryson asked.
Connor’s tone turned playful. “Well, they give out gold stars in school for good work, right? Seems only fair we give him some gold of our own.”
It took a beat for everyone to get it. Grant burst out laughing first, then Tyler joined in.
“Piss on him?” Aiden said, half grinning, half incredulous.
“Exactly,” Connor said. “Line up, keep your distance so you don’t splash yourselves, and let’s give him a memory to take home.”
Bryson shook his head. “Not my thing. But I’ll watch. Maybe get a video for… posterity.”
“Your loss,” Tyler said, already moving to one side of me.
They formed a loose semicircle around where I was still tied, their cocks hanging heavy, flushed from the day’s use. I knew what was coming, but the reality of it sent a rush of conflicting feelings through me — part humiliation, part curiosity I didn’t want to admit.
Tyler grinned down at me. “Open up, Tommy. Might as well get the full taste after the day you’ve had.”
Connor stepped in before I could answer. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said. “This is just for the grand finale.”
They shifted into position, keeping a few feet of space so none of them would get splashback. My skin prickled under their stares, every inch of me still exposed and used.
The first hit came from Tyler, a sudden hot stream that splattered across my chest and ran down my stomach in thin, erratic lines. The smell was sharp and earthy, mixing with the heavier musk of the sex already clinging to me.
Aiden’s followed from the other side, a steady arc that landed high on my ribs before trickling toward my hip. The warmth spread fast, and the contrast against the cooling evening air made me shiver despite myself.
Connor aimed lower, deliberately soaking my groin until the piss pooled in the crease where my thighs met the log. It slid down over my inner legs, catching on the hair there before dripping to the beach.
Grant’s was slower, splattering against my knee and calf in a scattered rhythm.
I kept my mouth shut, even as the thought lingered in the back of my mind — not out of disgust, but because if I took one of their piss, I’d feel like I owed the same to all of them. And that felt like a different kind of vulnerability I wasn’t ready to test.
Tyler adjusted his aim up toward my throat, the hot stream running sideways along my neck and over my shoulder before dripping down my back. He chuckled and stepped back so the others could see the rivulets tracing across me.
The streams hit in different spots, overlapping, warming my skin wherever they landed. Droplets clung to me, some rolling slowly down my sides, others racing straight to the ground.
The boys kept up their banter, tossing comments back and forth, comparing aim, seeing who could draw the longest line or hit the same spot twice. Bryson’s laugh cut through them all as he filmed from the side, narrating in a mock sports voice.
The smell thickened around me as they finished one by one, their cocks still appetizing to me as they shook off the last drops. I hung there dripping, hair plastered to my forehead, skin wet and sticky in patches. The log beneath me felt rougher against my chest, soaking up some of the mess and leaving faint, damp imprints on my skin.
Tyler was the last to step away, giving me one final splash across the small of my back before shaking himself off and zipping up.
The mood shifted once the last stream hit the ground. The laughter softened, and the energy in the air eased from rowdy to something looser, almost satisfied. Connor stepped forward, untying the knots at my wrists and ankles. The ropes fell away, and I eased back from the log, my limbs shaky from holding position so long.
“Easy,” Grant said, moving in on my side. His hand steadied me as I straightened up, my legs trembling under me.
“Let’s get him cleaned up,” Aiden said, already heading toward the showers at the far end of the beach.
They guided me there as a group, keeping close enough that I didn’t have to walk on my own. The spray from the shower head came down hot, cutting through the lingering chill on my skin. The streams of water sluiced away the sweat, cum, and piss clinging to me, leaving the concrete beneath my feet swirling with pale, cloudy runoff.
Grant handed me a bar of soap. “Here,” he said, watching to make sure I got my arms and chest before he took it back to work over my shoulders and back. Tyler rinsed me off after, the water running in clean sheets now.
Bryson, of course, couldn’t resist getting in one last shot. He stepped up behind me, gave my ass a firm slap that made me jolt forward, and laughed. “That’s a hell of a fuckable butt you’ve got, Tommy. You’ve got a future as a bottom boy if you want it.”
“Cut it out,” Grant said, though he was smiling.
We toweled off, the air warm enough now that the steam drifted lazily away. By the time we walked back to the pool area, the sun had dipped low, the lights strung along the fence casting soft reflections across the water.
Tyler moved to the outdoor speakers, queuing up music that thumped low and steady. Connor dropped into one of the loungers, stretching out with a satisfied sigh.
Grant leaned toward me. “What do you want to drink?”
“Water,” I said, voice rough.
He nodded and returned a minute later with a tall glass, condensation beading along the sides. I drank deep, the cold shocking after so much heat and salt.
We settled in together, the night air warm on our skin, the day’s chaos slowly giving way to quiet conversation and the occasional laugh.
I sank back into my lounger, muscles loose in a way I’d never felt before, every inch of me still humming from the hours before. My hole throbbed faintly with each small shift, and I knew without checking that some of their cum was still working its way out of me, sticky against my skin beneath the towel.
I took another sip of water, feeling the cool slide down my throat. For the first time all day, no one was asking anything of me. No commands, no teasing. Just the sound of music, the splash of water, and the low murmur of their voices around me.
If this was what being well and truly fucked felt like, I couldn’t say I minded.
Out of earshot of the others, Grant plopped down into a chair next to me. He spoke to me in hushed tones.
“You did great tonight, Tommy. Really amazing.”
“Thanks, Sir,” I replied.
“When it’s just us, you can stick with Grant,” he said. Then he went on, “You’re enjoying all of this right? We’re not going too hard on you?”
I was shocked that he even cared, but his concern seemed genuine, I could see it in his eyes so I responded with the sort of honesty I thought his inquiry required.
“Yeah, Si— Grant, I’m enjoying this. I wasn’t sure I would, but I am. I missed you all. Spending time with you like this, just hanging out… and the other stuff too…”
Grant chuckled at that.
“Yeah, don’t tell anyone I told you but we all kinda suspected you had a submissive streak since before college. The way you used to get on your knees for us without asking any questions or needing anything in return. You always came back for more; you always looked up at us like a little puppy dog when you were doing it. We figured you might get off on this stuff. That’s why we set you up. I mean, the no girls rule was real too, and we were going to invite you either way, but the whole locked in the villa thing… that was never gonna happen.”
Part of me was stunned by Grant’s admission, but a large part of me wasn’t. I had been a bit surprised by my friends’ odd proposition at the beginning of this vacation. It had seemed a bit extreme — even for them, crazy as they were.
Grant didn’t give me much time to think before he carried on explaining.
“We weren’t sure if you’d come out of your shell though so Connor came up with this brilliant plan to… nudge you along? The villa thing was Tyler’s addition, shocker, right? He wanted it to be a big spectacle. But now that you’re into it, we don’t need the pretense right. You’re doing this stuff willingly, one way or another, I could tell. You’re with us, Tommy Tentpole, that hardon you’re sporting right now tells me everything.”
I hadn’t even noticed it, but Grant was right. I was hard as a rock in my cage again. Just from the thought of what my friends had planned for me. They saw something in me, knew how shy I was and decided they’d help coax… or maybe force it out of me and now I was here loving every minute. It was almost sweet, if you forgot the foot licking and the spanking, and the piss…
And I guess we were all getting something out of this. They got to feel out their dominant, kinky sides, and I got to explore the submissive desires that had been lingering under the surface — apparently plain for everyone to see too.
Grant had one more bomb to drop though.
“This week is going to be fire, Tommy. I agree with the rest of them. I think you’re gonna enjoy doing what you’re told too, but if things get too intense, or you need a break, you just let me know, OK?”
I looked into Grant’s eyes again and I could see that same sincerity. I knew he meant what he said and while I had never truly felt in jeopardy on the island, for the first time since arriving at Kāhea, I truly felt safe.
The night wound on in bliss. Easy tunes in the air, the sound of the surf in the background and a new understanding of my friends that hummed through my consciousness.
I couldn’t wait to see what came next.
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