Better than Breakfast
© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
All characters in this story are 18+
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….”
Bryson and Aiden looked hungry — and not for breakfast.
They were already kicking off their shoes and their designer shorts followed in short order.
“I wasn’t planning on getting off this early,” Aiden said. “But he looks like he wants it so bad and it’s making me want it.”
Bryson didn’t have anything to add, he just stepped up to me and tipped his still soft cock towards my lips.
I barely had time to appreciate how beautiful it was before the reflection of the morning sun caught on Bryson’s expensive, silver watch and blinded me. Before I knew it, his dick head was in my mouth, tender and warm. No sign yet of the unforgiving intruder it was about to become.
“You forgot to make him beg,” Tyler cooed.
“Right!” Bryson said, withdrawing his slightly longer shaft from my mouth, a trail of spit connecting his dick to my lips. “What do you say, Tommy?”
I looked up at Bryson, his black hair shimmering in the sun, his pale blue eyes stern and demanding.
“Can I please suck your dick, Bryson, Sir?” I begged.
“More,” Tyler instructed.
Bryson tapped his half hard pole on my lips for emphasis.
As if I needed more encouragement. These boys were even hotter now than they’d been back in school. I took a deep breath and humiliated myself some more:
“Bryson, I need your cock in my mouth so badly. I want it more than I want my fancy hotel breakfast. Please give it to me. I’ll suck it so good. Ask Tyler. I did such a good job for him.”
Aiden chuckled. Tyler doubled over laughing with his arms around his waist.
Bryson just smiled at me and said, “We might have to hold you to that, Tommy. Don’t want you throwing up later from too much cum AND all that rich hotel food!”
I wasn’t sure if he was serious, but I didn’t care because the next thing he did was to shove his fully hard dick in my mouth giving me the only thing I needed in that moment.
Bryson’s dick tasted perfect — just like all of their cocks did. I don’t think he’d showered since I’d sucked them all off last night. There was a faint hint of cum still clinging to his cock where the head met the shaft. I mentally scolded myself. I’d have to be better about cleaning the loads off their dicks after I blew them. I didn’t want them to notice and get upset.
As soon as the thought crossed my mind I wondered if I’d gone insane but a forceful shove of Bryson’s cock down my throat pushed it from my head.
Bryson gripped my hair tightly, holding my head steady as his hips began to move. His dick slid easily into my mouth, slick and hot against my tongue. There was an urgency to his movements—nothing playful, just raw, early-morning desire. His fingers dug into my scalp, asserting ownership as he fucked my throat with smooth, deliberate strokes.
“Goddamn, Tommy, you really do suck cock like a champion,” Bryson groaned. His voice was low and husky, mixing with the faint sound of waves crashing beyond the resort walls. I felt myself swelling helplessly inside my cage again, painfully aware of how turned on I was by his dominance, by being used this way by someone who’d treated me more-or-less as an equal for years.
“Eyes up,” Tyler coached from the side, still directing every moment of the encounter.
I lifted my gaze obediently, looking straight up at Bryson’s ice-blue stare as he watched his cock disappear between my lips. Bryson smiled down at me, smug and satisfied, basking in the view. He withdrew just enough to trace the head of his dick over my lips, smearing precum along my skin before pushing it slowly back into my mouth, making me taste him again.
“You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth, Tommy. You love being our little cock-sucker, don’t you?” Bryson taunted, his cock twitching and pulsing on my tongue as he spoke.
Unable to reply, I simply nodded eagerly, letting a muffled moan vibrate around his shaft, desperate to please him even more.
He let out a short, breathy laugh of satisfaction before tightening his hold on my hair again and starting to thrust faster, harder. My throat tightened reflexively, gagging slightly, but Bryson only seemed more encouraged, groaning as he bottomed out deep in my throat.
“Relax, Tommy,” Tyler instructed calmly from the sidelines. “Show Bryson you’re his perfect little fuck toy.”
Humiliated and desperate to comply, I opened wider, breathing slowly through my nose as Bryson relentlessly fucked my mouth, his pace growing erratic, his breathing becoming heavy.
“That’s it,” Bryson said roughly. “Fuck, your throat feels incredible. I can’t believe how much you love this.”
Behind us, Aiden chuckled softly. “He’s definitely eager. I can’t wait for my turn.”
Bryson ignored him, too lost in the sensations, his hips jerking sharply as his cock throbbed and pulsed on my tongue. I could taste him now, salty and slick, my mouth watering uncontrollably around his thick shaft. He tightened his grip again, forcing my head forward until my nose was pressed against the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair at the base of his cock.
“Fuck, Tommy. I’m—”
His voice broke off into a choked grunt as he exploded, hot jets of cum spurting deep into my throat. He held me there tightly, forcing me to swallow, to taste every drop of his release, groaning loudly as his orgasm rippled through his body. Finally spent, he released my hair with a gentle shove, sliding his softening dick slowly from my swollen lips.
“Show me,” Bryson demanded, breathing heavily.
I opened my mouth wide, tongue extended obediently, clean and empty.
“Good boy,” Bryson praised, smirking at Tyler as he stepped back, leaving me on my knees, ready and waiting for the next command.
Aiden stepped forward. At some point, I hadn’t noticed when, his cock had gone fully hard. He held it in his hand like a shotgun pointed directly at my face. And I could tell he was ready to fire a big round.
This time we both knew what to do. Aiden stopped short before sliding his big, gorgeous cock between my lips and stood there looking at me expectantly.
Aiden stood patiently, a cocky grin sliding onto his face. His dick, fully hard and thick as ever, hovered mere inches from my face, his fist wrapped loosely around the base like he was showing off his favorite toy. He wasn't making a move until he heard what he wanted.
My cheeks flushed hot again. Aiden was waiting for me to beg, just like Bryson had, but he wanted it even more desperately. He wanted to hear just how much I needed him, how badly I craved the privilege of sucking his beautiful cock. I took a breath, swallowed my pride, and looked up into his mocking, confident eyes.
“Aiden… Sir,” I started, voice trembling with genuine desperation, “your cock looks so fucking good right now. I can’t even remember what breakfast tastes like—I just want to taste you instead.”
Aiden smiled indulgently, cock twitching slightly at my praise, but stayed perfectly still, forcing me to continue.
“Please, Aiden, I’m literally begging you. You know how good I am at this—I promise I'll make it feel amazing for you. Just let me taste your dick. Tyler and Bryson both saw how desperate I was, but I’m even hungrier for you. You have no idea.”
Tyler snorted quietly nearby, clearly amused by my degradation. Aiden tilted his head, pretending to consider, eyes playful but merciless.
“Keep going,” Aiden urged, giving his shaft a gentle stroke. “I’m not convinced yet, Tommy.”
Humiliation burned through me, and I felt more desperate than ever.
“Aiden, Sir,” I pleaded even harder, voice catching slightly in embarrassment, “your cock is literally perfect, and I've thought about it nonstop since the last time I sucked you. Please—let me suck you off, Sir. Let me be your slut. I'll swallow every drop—I swear.”
Aiden’s smirk widened, clearly satisfied. “That’s what I wanted to hear, Tommy. Good boy.”
He stepped forward, guiding his cock into my waiting mouth.
Aiden slid into my mouth with deliberate confidence, a slow, purposeful thrust that filled my mouth completely. He tasted faintly of sweat and desire, and I felt my own cock swell inside its cage, responding helplessly to his dominance.
His hand settled lazily atop my head, fingers tangling softly in my hair, guiding me as he started thrusting gently at first, savoring the sensation of my wet, eager mouth. Each movement was smooth and controlled, nothing rushed or frantic; Aiden took his time, fully appreciating my humiliation and submission.
“Yeah, Tommy, that's it,” Aiden murmured, almost lazily. “You really know how to treat my dick. That begging was so good—maybe we'll make you beg every morning.”
The other boys laughed softly behind him, but I was focused entirely on Aiden. I sucked firmly, sliding my tongue carefully around his shaft, tasting every inch of him. Aiden’s cock felt like a weighted stone on my tongue, thick and imposing, but he moved with a casual arrogance, clearly accustomed to this level of devoted attention.
“Look at those eyes,” Tyler commented quietly to the side. “He’s totally cock-drunk already.”
Aiden laughed easily, pushing himself deeper until his cock nudged the back of my throat. My eyes watered slightly, but I forced myself to relax, eager to please him.
“See how deep you can take me,” Aiden instructed calmly, gripping my hair slightly harder, guiding himself deeper still.
I fought the urge to gag, swallowing repeatedly, forcing myself to accommodate his impressive length. Aiden rewarded me with a low moan, his breathing quickening for the first time.
“Oh fuck, Tommy,” he sighed appreciatively. “You really missed my cock, didn’t you?”
He thrust faster now, more assertively, fucking my mouth steadily. My jaw ached, my throat burned, but I didn’t dare slow down. I felt my caged dick leak a humiliating amount of precum onto the ground beneath me, evidence of just how much I was enjoying being his toy.
“Tongue out, Tommy,” Aiden commanded suddenly, pulling back to let his slick cock slide free.
I immediately complied, extending my tongue obediently. Aiden tapped his dick against my tongue, slapping it softly in a playful, degrading gesture before sliding himself fully back inside.
“Perfect,” he praised softly. “You're the best cock-sucking slut we could ask for.”
The praise hit me even harder than the humiliation, sending a shiver of pleasure straight through me. Aiden was close now, his hips moving urgently, thrusting deeply with increasing abandon. He held my head firmly, using my mouth roughly now, abandoning any pretense of gentleness.
“Get ready, Tommy. You're gonna swallow everything,” he warned, voice tight with pleasure.
I opened wider, readying myself just as he gasped sharply, driving his cock deep into my throat as he erupted, flooding my mouth with hot, salty cum. His hand gripped my hair tightly, holding me firmly in place as wave after wave of his release filled my throat.
“Swallow,” he ordered roughly, voice shaking. “Every fucking drop.”
I obeyed, gulping down his load obediently, feeling utterly humiliated yet proud as he finally released me, stepping back with a satisfied sigh.
Aiden smiled down at me, satisfied and smug, and simply nodded.
“Good boy, Tommy. Really good.”
Tyler, Aiden, and Bryson quickly dressed again, pulling on shorts and shirts with practiced ease while I knelt awkwardly on the stone patio, still naked. None of them even looked my way as they got ready, as if it were completely normal for me to remain nude and caged in front of them.
“Alright boys, breakfast time,” Tyler announced cheerfully, giving me a playful slap on the shoulder. “Come on, Tommy, wouldn’t want you to miss out on the feast.”
I got to my feet slowly, self-conscious about how quickly the other guys had transitioned back into casual mode. My knees were still sore from being on the hard patio, and I was acutely aware of my continued nakedness. Still, hunger began to gnaw at me as we walked toward the dining area.
The dining room was set beautifully, sunlight streaming in through open windows that overlooked lush greenery. A massive wooden table, polished to a mirror shine, held a breakfast spread so expansive it seemed surreal that it was meant just for the six of us.
There were platters overflowing with fresh tropical fruit—mangoes sliced like golden jewels, ruby-red watermelon wedges, and thick chunks of pineapple arranged like sculpture. Beside those sat bowls of yogurt drizzled with honey, granola mixed with dried fruits, and small porcelain ramekins filled with various preserves.
At the center was a towering stack of Belgian waffles dusted lightly with powdered sugar, next to silver syrup dispensers that gleamed invitingly. There were ornate platters of crispy bacon, thick slices glistening in their own juices, alongside trays of perfectly cooked sausages, plump and browned. Scrambled eggs, whipped to creamy perfection, sat next to slices of rich smoked salmon sprinkled with fresh dill.
On a separate sideboard sat a selection of pastries: chocolate-filled croissants that looked as though they'd been flown in from Paris, sticky cinnamon rolls dripping with icing, and blueberry muffins dusted with a crunchy sugar crust. Nearby, crystal pitchers were filled with freshly squeezed orange and passionfruit juice, condensation sliding lazily down their sides.
“Jesus,” I muttered softly, unable to hide my surprise. “This is insane.”
Bryson laughed, nudging me with his elbow. “Welcome to the good life, Tommy. Better dig in fast before Tyler eats all the bacon.”
Everyone took seats casually, reaching immediately for plates and piling them high with food. It struck me how effortlessly the others moved between casual banter and dominance, as if the morning’s humiliations were already distant memories for them.
As I filled my plate hesitantly, Tyler wasted no time steering the conversation back to our earlier activities.
“You should have seen him, Connor,” Tyler crowed, spearing a sausage on his fork. “You think he was begging for it last night? Tommy was practically crying for our dicks by the pool.”
Connor leaned back in his chair, eyes lighting up with amusement. “Oh, really? Sounds like our boy’s even more eager than we thought.”
“Yeah,” Aiden jumped in, chewing a mouthful of waffles. “You should’ve heard him. He told me he wanted my dick more than his fancy breakfast.”
Grant erupted in laughter. “That’s actually pretty impressive, Tommy. Maybe you should give us a demonstration.”
My cheeks flushed red instantly, and I froze mid-bite of my muffin. The boys went silent, all eyes turning expectantly toward me.
“Uh, right now?” I asked nervously, hoping somehow they might spare me.
“Right now,” Connor confirmed, smirking as he folded his muscular arms. “Start with Grant. Make it good.”
Everyone leaned forward slightly, eagerly awaiting my humiliation. Grant put down his fork and grinned at me, his eyes shining with excitement.
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, accepting there was no escape from this particular embarrassment.
“Grant, Sir,” I started hesitantly, voice cracking slightly, “I know we’re supposed to be enjoying breakfast, but honestly, all I can think about is how amazing your cock tasted last night. Please let me suck you again. I promise I’ll swallow every drop like I did before.”
The table erupted into cheers and laughter. Grant clapped enthusiastically, clearly delighted.
“Not bad, Tommy,” he said, clearly amused. “Connor’s turn now.”
Connor leaned back further in his seat, clearly entertained. He gave me a nod of encouragement.
Feeling my humiliation grow, I turned toward Connor and tried again. “Connor, Sir, your cock was incredible last night. I can’t stop thinking about how perfect you felt sliding down my throat. Please, let me suck you again. I’m pleading with you, Sir.”
Connor applauded slowly, laughing with genuine delight. “Well done, Tommy. You’re really embracing your new role.”
I shrank back into my seat, cheeks still burning. But now the laughter around the table was warmer, more playful. Even though I was still embarrassed, their amusement felt less cruel, more good-natured.
The boys quickly turned back to their breakfasts, casually filling the air with chatter again as if nothing had happened.
“So, what are we doing after breakfast?” Bryson asked around a mouthful of smoked salmon. “We haven’t checked out half of this place yet.”
Grant leaned forward, topping off his orange juice. “I vote tennis courts. We paid enough to be here; might as well pretend we’re classy and shit.”
Aiden laughed, wiping syrup from his chin. “Yeah, let’s play. I haven’t had a good match in ages.”
“Think they’ll have equipment for Tommy, too?” Tyler joked, nudging me with his elbow again.
“Maybe just a tennis ball collar,” Bryson chimed in, smirking. “It’d be cute.”
I rolled my eyes slightly, but couldn’t help smiling a little at their teasing.
“Alright, tennis courts it is,” Connor confirmed decisively. “I heard they’ve got like six different courts, all pro-quality.”
Aiden nodded enthusiastically. “Perfect. I’ll school you all out there.”
“In your dreams,” Grant fired back. “I’ve been practicing all semester.”
“You mean playing Mario Tennis doesn’t count?” Bryson teased, drawing another laugh from the table.
I picked quietly at my waffles, feeling strangely comfortable despite my continued nudity. The conversation had finally drifted away from humiliating me, settling instead into the relaxed, familiar rhythm we’d shared years earlier. It almost felt normal—until I looked down and was reminded again of my exposed state and caged cock.
“Hey, Tommy,” Tyler called out playfully, interrupting my brief moment of peace. “You’re awfully quiet. Worried about your tennis skills?”
“More like worried about bouncing around out there naked,” I admitted softly, glancing down again.
Bryson grinned, raising his eyebrows. “Don’t worry, Tommy. We won’t make you play naked. You can wear a sweatband or something.”
The table laughed, but the teasing felt good-natured. As the plates began to empty and the meal wound down, I realized that for all the humiliation, this strange arrangement had somehow brought me closer to my friends again.
I leaned back in my seat, full and relaxed. The boys chatted excitedly about their tennis matches, making friendly bets about who’d win and who’d embarrass themselves most spectacularly. Connor argued that Bryson was most likely to fake an injury if he started losing, while Tyler insisted Grant wouldn’t last ten minutes without complaining about the heat.
Listening to their banter, I felt oddly grateful to be there—even naked, caged, and humiliated. Somehow, the teasing and submission had begun to feel like inclusion, like belonging to something bigger and more intimate than simple friendship.
“All right, boys,” Connor finally announced, standing up and stretching his powerful arms above his head. “Finish up eating. Time to show you losers how tennis is actually played.”
“You’re on,” Aiden challenged immediately, leaping up from his chair.
As everyone got up to leave, I glanced around at the remains of the breakfast feast, now scattered with crumbs and abandoned plates. It still amazed me how casually these guys took their wealth, how effortlessly they moved between playful dominance and relaxed camaraderie.
Connor looked back at me, gesturing toward the exit. “You coming, Tommy? You still gotta beg for your tennis racket.”
I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
They all filed out ahead of me, leaving me momentarily alone in the extravagant dining room, naked and amused at how quickly this surreal experience had become something almost natural.
With a resigned smile, I followed the boys out, ready for whatever they had planned next.
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