Morning Mouth
© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
All characters in this story are 18+
I woke up before the sun even had a chance to spill over the cliffs. The villa was quiet and dark, my chastity cage heavy between my legs, a constant reminder of the new reality I’d willingly stepped into. Figuring out how to piss with the thing on had been a chore, and a mess, but fortunately I didn’t have to share my bathroom with anyone else.
After a quick shower to rinse off last night’s humiliation and the mess I’d made of myself trying to pee standing, I headed out barefoot, naked except for my cock cage. Tyler had said to meet him by the pool in the morning, but he hadn’t given me a specific time. I wasn’t about to fuck this up by showing up late.
The stones on the path were still cool from the night, the air damp and sweet with the scent of flowers and ocean water. My heart hammered as I neared the pool, half-expecting Tyler and the boys to be waiting for me, ready to pounce.
But no one was there. Just the endless stretch of water, glassy in the pre-dawn stillness. I knelt down by the edge, feeling exposed and foolish and undeniably turned on. My cage tightened painfully, reminding me exactly where I stood.
The waiting was worse than the humiliation of the night before. I felt every second tick by, my imagination running wild with scenarios of what Tyler would demand next. When footsteps finally echoed along the path behind me, I flinched and tried not to turn around.
“You’re early,” Tyler said, his voice rich with amusement. “Eager much, Tommy?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied softly, keeping my gaze fixed downwards. Tyler circled slowly, stopping right in front of me. Even from this angle, his tanned calves and muscular thighs looked sculpted, impossibly perfect. He wore swim shorts, low-slung enough to tease the V-line of his hips. My cock throbbed hopelessly in its cage.
“Look up, my eyes aren’t down there,” he ordered.
I raised my eyes, stopping when they met his, but I couldn’t help but look down again. I followed the line that traced between his abs down further until my gaze settling hungrily on the prominent bulge under the thin fabric of his shorts.
“You missed this, didn’t you?” Tyler teased. He adjusted himself, deliberately showing off the outline of his cock, thick and tempting. “Tell me how much you want it, Tommy. Beg for it.”
The flush of embarrassment warmed my cheeks, but Tyler’s sharp gaze demanded obedience. “Please, Sir,” I whispered hesitantly. “I really want your cock.”
He clicked his tongue dismissively. “Pathetic. That’s not begging. Do better.”
Heat surged under my skin. “Please, Tyler—Sir—I need your cock in my mouth. Let me suck it, please.”
He laughed lightly, clearly enjoying the desperate edge in my voice. “Better. But still nowhere near good enough.”
Without warning, Tyler reached down and gently slapped my cheek. Not hard, it was almost friendly, but just enough to remind me how vulnerable I was. My breath hitched, the sting of humiliation blending with an undeniable arousal.
“Show me how much you crave it,” Tyler instructed, voice low and commanding. “Convince me you deserve it.”
I swallowed hard, humiliation burning hot in my chest, fueling the words that spilled desperately from my lips.
“Please, Sir, let me worship your cock,” I pleaded earnestly. “I’ve missed it since school. It’s all I’ve been able to think about. Please, Sir, I’ll do anything. I need it.”
Tyler smirked, satisfaction dancing across his face.
“Better, Tommy,” he praised. “Now you’re starting to get it.”
Tyler stepped closer, his hips level with my face. I could almost taste him through the thin fabric of his shorts. My cock strained uselessly in the cage, pulsing with every desperate heartbeat.
“Show me what you’d do for it,” Tyler coaxed softly. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband, teasing the promise of his perfect cock. “Tell me why I should let you have it.”
I licked my lips, eyes glued to the outline beneath the fabric. “Please, Sir, I’d worship it so good,” I begged, voice trembling. “I’d do anything you say. I’ll make it feel better than any girl could.”
He chuckled low, clearly savoring my desperation. “Better than any girl, huh?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed, leaning forward instinctively. “No one could ever worship you like I will.”
Tyler finally pulled his shorts down, just enough to reveal his cock, thick, flushed, and already half-hard. My mouth watered at the sight. It was even more beautiful than I remembered, smooth and perfectly shaped, just begging for attention.
“Alright,” he said casually, offering it toward me. “Show me what you got.”
My heart leaped. I leaned forward, lips parted eagerly, but the moment I moved to wrap my mouth around him, Tyler jerked back sharply, laughing.
“Oh, wow, Tommy. Look how desperate you are!” His voice dripped with amusement, humiliation coloring my cheeks red. “You couldn’t even wait one second.”
“Please, Sir,” I whimpered. “I want it so bad.”
He shook his head slowly, feigning disappointment. “Not good enough, Tommy. I need to believe you. Try again.”
Frustration clawed at my chest, mixing with the intense arousal of being denied. I took a shaky breath, eyes locked on Tyler’s cock, still tantalizingly close but deliberately just out of reach.
“Please, Sir, I need your cock so badly,” I pleaded softly, voice dripping with sincerity. “Let me show you how grateful I am to be here, to be yours. Please, Sir, I’ll worship you like you deserve.”
Tyler’s eyes darkened approvingly. He stepped forward once more, presenting his cock temptingly close. “Better, Tommy. Much better.”
Again, I leaned in, desperately eager to taste him, only to have him pull back yet again, leaving my mouth empty and aching.
Tyler laughed again, louder this time, relishing my frustration. “Oh man, Tommy, you should see your face right now. Completely pathetic. Are you that desperate?”
“Yes, Sir,” I confessed shamefully, not even caring about my dignity anymore. “I’ll do anything you want, please.”
He reached down again, gently slapping my cheek again, just enough to emphasize the humiliation. “I know you’ll do anything, Tommy. But begging is an art. Make me believe that sucking my cock is the most important thing in the world to you.”
I felt stripped bare in every way, emotionally and physically exposed. I swallowed down my pride, staring up into Tyler’s commanding gaze.
“Please, Sir, please give me your cock,” I whispered, my voice raw with need. “I’ve missed it every day since you left for college. I’ll be your perfect, obedient slut. Your cock is everything to me, Sir. I exist to worship you.”
Tyler finally smiled, genuine satisfaction in his eyes. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Tyler stepped forward once again, finally guiding his cock towards my open mouth. “Just a taste,” he teased. “Don’t disappoint me now.”
My lips wrapped around his cock eagerly, and I moaned softly as I tasted him for the first time in years. He was perfect, thick and velvety, already firming rapidly against my tongue. The faint, musky scent of him filled my senses, sending waves of desire pulsing through my caged cock.
“Yeah, Tommy,” Tyler murmured approvingly. “Show me how much you love it.”
I pressed forward, slowly taking more of him into my mouth, feeling his shaft grow harder with every second. My tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, lips tight around the base of his head. Tyler’s fingers threaded through my hair, guiding me deeper.
“I think you can do better, Tommy,” Tyler urged, his voice a low, dominant purr. “I want you to slobber on it, get it nice and messy. Make me feel it.”
My face flushed hotter, humiliation mixing with the overwhelming desire to please him. Saliva flooded my mouth as I obeyed, letting drool drip down the length of his shaft, slicking my lips and his cock until they glistened in the early morning light.
Tyler pushed his hips forward gently, testing how much I could handle. I gagged slightly as he touched the back of my throat, eyes watering, but he didn’t relent. He just held me there firmly.
“You can take it deeper, Tommy,” he encouraged, gently forcing himself further. “I want to feel you choke on it, understand? Prove to me how much you want it.”
I gagged again, tears spilling down my cheeks, but I pushed through, desperate to please him. My throat opened slightly, and Tyler slid in another inch, filling me completely. I sputtered, helplessly gripping his thighs for support. The boys had never expected me to choke on them before, but I didn’t care anymore, I was so desperate for his dick.
“That’s it,” Tyler groaned, holding my head steady. “Fuck, Tommy. Didn’t know you had it in you.”
He pulled back slightly, allowing me a brief, shaky breath before plunging in once more, forcing me to take his cock to the base. My vision blurred as I fought to hold him, my humiliation at being used like this fueling my desperate desire.
“Beg me for more, Tommy,” Tyler demanded roughly, thrusting gently now, letting me breathe but never fully pulling out. “Tell me you need it.”
I sucked in ragged breaths, saliva dripping down my chin, and looked up into Tyler’s eyes, pleading.
“Please, Sir, don’t stop,” I begged hoarsely, voice thick with genuine need. “Use my throat. I want to choke on your cock. I need it so badly.”
Tyler grinned broadly, clearly delighted by my debasement. “Now that’s the enthusiasm I’m looking for.”
He increased his pace, sliding deeper into my throat each time. My hands tightened reflexively around his legs, desperate for control that was no longer mine. With each thrust, Tyler’s breathing grew heavier, more ragged, pleasure clearly overwhelming him.
Then, abruptly, he pulled free from my mouth, leaving me panting, lips swollen, empty, and aching.
Tyler laughed softly, enjoying my immediate, frantic confusion. “You looked way too comfortable, Tommy. I don’t think you fully appreciate what I’m giving you here.”
My eyes shot up to meet his amused gaze, desperation and frustration building inside me.
“Beg me again, Tommy,” Tyler ordered, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Convince me to let you finish what you started.”
Tyler slowly stroked his spit-slicked cock, smiling down at me with lazy arrogance. My eyes tracked every movement, desperate and yearning. Without warning, he slapped his cock across my cheek, sending droplets of saliva splattering across my face. My breath hitched, humiliation surging as heat burned my cheeks.
"Look at you," Tyler mocked, amusement coloring his voice. "Face all messy and desperate. Is that how you imagined your vacation going, Tommy?"
"No, Sir," I admitted quietly, looking up into his eyes, hoping my obedience would earn me what I craved.
He laughed softly, brushing his cock lightly across my lips, then smearing it slowly along my cheek, leaving a slick trail in its wake. "But you love it anyway, don't you? Tell me how much you love having my cock rub all over your face."
My cage tightened painfully, my cock throbbing with intense, frustrated desire. "Yes, Sir. I love it. I need it. Please let me taste it again," I begged, voice thick with desperation.
Tyler grinned broadly, gently slapping his cock across my lips once more, delighting in the wet, humiliating sound. "Beg better, Tommy," he demanded. "I want to believe you're completely obsessed with my cock."
I drew a shaky breath, eyes locked hungrily on his glistening shaft. "Please, Sir," I whispered urgently. "I dream about your cock. I crave it every second. I need you to use me, to own my mouth with your dick me. I'll do anything to earn your cock again."
His eyes flashed with pleasure. "That's my good little slut," Tyler praised, finally pressing his cock back into my mouth. "Show me how much you mean it."
I groaned in relief and gratitude, eagerly sucking him deep again, allowing saliva to pour freely down his shaft. Tyler immediately picked up his pace, thrusting vigorously, his hands gripping my head with possessive authority. I gagged and choked helplessly, but Tyler didn't relent, each thrust hitting the back of my throat, sending fresh tears streaming down my face.
"Look at you, Tommy," Tyler taunted, breathing heavily now, his voice rough and thick with pleasure. "So desperate to please. You're such a good little cocksucker."
My cage felt like a vice around my cock, pleasure and humiliation intertwining into an overwhelming, irresistible ache. My hips shifted helplessly, seeking any friction I could manage, but there was none to be found. I whimpered around Tyler’s shaft, my desperation palpable.
He noticed my frustration, laughing breathlessly. "Poor Tommy," he mocked gently, pulling out briefly to slap his soaking cock across my cheeks again. "Trapped and pathetic, needing me to feel good. Bro, I wouldn’t want to be you." He laughed.
"Yes, Sir," I gasped, saliva and precum dripping freely down my chin, my eyes filled with frantic longing. "Please, Sir, I live to worship you."
Tyler smiled triumphantly, sliding his cock back into my mouth once more. His thrusts grew faster, deeper, more demanding. He was close, his breathing becoming ragged, his grip tightening painfully in my hair.
"Get ready, Tommy," Tyler warned, voice taut with anticipation. "You're going to earn every last drop."
Tyler’s hips rocked faster, his cock thrusting deeper into my mouth with each stroke. I struggled to breathe, eyes watering, my throat raw from his relentless use. But the humiliation and desperation only made my trapped cock ache more intensely, throbbing uselessly against its cage.
“Fuck, Tommy,” Tyler growled, voice breaking with pleasure. “That’s it—take it all. Swallow every drop I give you.”
His grip on my hair tightened painfully, holding me firmly in place. His cock pulsed heavily against my tongue, and I knew he was seconds away. My entire world narrowed down to the slick shaft buried deep in my throat, my mind clouded with the need to please, the need to earn Tyler’s approval.
Then, with a deep, guttural moan, Tyler erupted. Hot, thick cum shot into my mouth, flooding my throat and spilling onto my tongue. I swallowed rapidly, desperately trying to keep up with his powerful climax. Tyler held me tightly, his cock buried deep, not allowing a single drop to escape. My body trembled, helplessly straining in its cage, my own release denied yet again.
When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Tyler slowly eased his cock from my mouth, leaving me gasping, lips swollen and glistening. He wiped the last traces of his cum across my cheek, smirking down at me with supreme satisfaction.
“Good job, Tommy,” Tyler praised, gently patting my cheek in a gesture both affectionate and humiliating. “You’re really turning into the perfect little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I managed weakly, still panting and flushed. “Thank you, Sir.”
Tyler chuckled, stretching casually, utterly relaxed and pleased with himself. “I bet you won’t need much breakfast after that meal.”
Before I could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed along the path behind me. My heart skipped, embarrassment surging fresh once again. I turned my head slightly, just enough to see Bryson and Aiden approaching the pool, both dressed casually, their eyes bright with anticipation.
Bryson raised an eyebrow as he took in the scene, grinning knowingly. “Starting the morning off right, huh, Tyler?”
Tyler laughed easily, nodding towards me. “Just taking care of some early business. Tommy here’s been very accommodating.”
Aiden smirked, folding his arms across his chest, his gaze lingering hungrily on my kneeling, cum-streaked face. “I can see that. Did you leave any for the rest of us?”
Tyler leaned back casually, clearly enjoying their envy. “Oh, there’s plenty more where that came from, boys,” he assured them. “In fact, I think you’ll be impressed with what Tommy’s learned.”
My stomach twisted nervously as Tyler’s words sank in. I wasn’t done being used—not even close. My cock pulsed sharply in its cage, desperate and betrayed by my own overwhelming excitement.
“Can’t wait,” Bryson replied, his eyes darkening with lust. He glanced at Aiden, then back to me. “I think we’re both ready to see exactly what Tommy can do.”
Tyler smiled lazily, his gaze flickering over me possessively. “Trust me, you’re both gonna love it.”
Bryson and Aiden closed in like predators descending on their prey; Tyler looked at me like prize he’d just won at a carnival.
As I shifted on my knees, that were already starting to get uncomfortable, and prepared for round 2 of the morning, Tyler started on like a pro tennis instructor:
“Alright boys, here’s the thing. You can’t just let him have your goods. You gotta make him beg….”
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