Beach Wedding Slave

Author's Note:

This story is intended for people over 18 only. All characters are over 18. Please understand that although this story depicts unprotected sex with multiple partners and/or complete strangers, such actions are unwise and unsafe. Please always use protection.

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Beach Wedding Slave Part 12

For once I woke up before Trent. My ass was sore from all the rough fucking during the night and I had to piss badly. It was degrading having to piss through the chastity cage, if I stood I ended up splattering urine all over the place - sitting down was my only choice.

I managed to slip from bed and relieve myself without waking Trent. As I came back into the room I took a moment to admire his sleeping form. He was sprawled on the bed, sheets tangled around his muscular legs. The sunlight was shining on his chest and his dark hair had a golden glimmer to it when the light caught it just right. His limp cock was resting heavily against his leg looking impressive even when not aroused.

I decided to wake Trent up with a blowjob and crawled back onto the bed and sunk my head between his legs. His cock responded to my wet mouth before the rest of his body did, and he had a full hardon when he finally woke.

He let me work on his manhood for a few minutes before pulling me up in bed beside him, planting a wet kiss on my lips. "I'm a bit sore," he said afterwards. I could imagine after the night we had just had.

"We need to get Wes and have breakfast," Trent said after a few minutes of holding me in his arms. "We have to catch a shuttle after we eat." I was wondering what Trent had in store for us today, it was already Friday and tomorrow would be our last full day together on the resort.

I got up to use the bathroom again and found that Trent had laid clothes out for me when I returned. He gave me a quick kiss and turned to leave, "I have to change and grab a shower. Wes and I will meet you for breakfast in 20 minutes, we don't have much time." As he swung the door open he added, "Wear shoes today." What did he have up his sleeve?

I grabbed a quick shower myself and washed all the dried cum off of my body, still disappointed I was locked in the cock cage again. My ass was feeling tender and was still slick with last night's lube. I looked at Trent's clothing choices, a tank top and shorts I had made by cutting the legs off of a pair of jeans last summer. The speedo used to wipe off the second facial, Rick's, was laid out as well. As I picked up the swimsuit to start getting dressed, I found a surprise beneath it. A black rubber buttplug was barely hidden under the speedo.

I chuckled to myself, recognizing the buttplug as the one Wes had been punished with. The thought of the same plug up my own ass made my dick stir in its cage. I lubed myself up and slid the buttplug into place, letting out a sigh as the bulb slipped past my assring. I felt full and my muscles twitched periodically as I adjusted to having the thing inside of me. I finished dressing and made my way to meet the others for breakfast, walking a bit slower because of the odd feeling of the plug as it rubbed against the walls of my butt. Climbing down the stairs had certainly been a stimulating experience.

I met them at our usual table and as I sat across from Trent he managed to kick the seat of my chair from under the table. The jolt under me forced the buttplug further into my ass and I jumped from my chair by a few inches in surprise. He didn't have to ask if I had been obedient in getting myself dressed for the day and the wink he gave me made my cheeks redden in embarrassment.

We had a quick breakfast together. Wes was in a good mood after fucking the lifeguard all night long and was quite talkative. He relayed to Trent and I how Javier loved to be held down as he got his ass plowed and was sad that he had to leave so early this morning. Javier had told him about some fun things to do outside of the resort and I think Trent was disappointed that Wes ruined today's surprise - we were going on an excursion to see the countryside.

We boarded the shuttle in front of the resort and got to see the Cuban countryside. When I arrived at the resort it had been dark, and I was now taken back by the beauty of the land. We drove for about half an hour before the shuttle stopped and we got off in a small village. The village boasted a large marketplace and it was crowded with tourists and locals alike.

Despite my uncomfortable state, between the buttplug and chastity device, I found myself enjoying our outing. Trent and Wes were happy and excited about browsing the different market stalls. I ended up picking up a few trinkets to take back home and Wes bought all three of us pieces of fried pastry from a tiny lady who looked to be about 100 years old. Trent put a leather bracelet around my wrist, fastening it snugly with the end's pulled through a wooden bead. It wasn't much more than a strap of leather worked with a simple pattern, but at the moment it really meant the world to me.

"Are you ready for some adventure?" Trent asked after we finished looking through the market. I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was always up for an adventure with him.

It turned out Trent had made arrangements for us to rent a jeep and drive the country roads ourselves. The lifeguard had told Wes about some great backroads to explore and had even drawn him directions on a map he picked up in the resort lobby. After a brief transaction at a building beside the marketplace, we were seated in our jeep and driving out of the village.

Trent drove with his boyfriend sharing the front, I had the back to myself. The view was even better than the bus, we really got into the countryside and Trent took us off road in several places. Trent would see something interesting, a landscape or a rundown building, and we would stop and take pictures. Wes was constantly consulting the map, making sure we were on the right track - we seemed to be heading towards an area circled in red.

The backroads were pretty rough and almost as bad as when Trent took the jeep offroad. The constant bouncing up and down was causing the buttplug to send jolts up my body every time we hit a bump and it was constantly stimulated. Trent would catch my eye in the rearview mirror and give me that intense stare of his and I knew he was aware of my predicament. On the third stop for pictures, Trent turned to me before we left the jeep.

"It's pretty hot out here Matthew, why don't you get more comfortable," he said with a leer. I pulled off my shirt, hoping he would be satisfied. The look he gave me clearly said that wasn't enough, and I pulled off my shorts over my sneakers. The speedo I was wearing was black with a colorful floral pattern on one hip. Rick's dried cum was obvious on the dark fabric.

"That's better, boy," Trent commented. I breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't make me strip completely nude. Though we were out in the middle of nowhere without a person for miles, I still felt exposed and vulnerable. When we got out of the jeep, Trent grabbed the cock cage through the swimsuit and asked, "You still safe and sound in there, slut?"

"Yes Sir," I answered.

I figured he wanted to mess around, we had stopped to look out over a field of sugarcane with some steep hills off on the horizon and could see all around us for miles. But after a couple pictures of the scenery, and a swat on my ass to send the buttplug deeper into me, we climbed back into the jeep and were on our way.

I have to admit it felt pretty good to be sitting in the back of the vehicle wearing only the tiny speedo. The sun was hot and the wind was racing over my body and I was getting turned on by the plug in my ass. "Are you comfortable back there, boy?" Trent asked, reaching a hand back to feel my smooth leg.

I wanted to say I'd be more comfortable if I wasn't locked in a cock cage, but instead said, "Yes Sir."

Wes pointed out something on the map to Trent and they both smiled. We seemed to be heading towards the southeast side of the island and I wondered what was circled in red. Before long we came up to a big chain-link fence cutting across the road and stretching out on each side as far as I could see. Behind the gate was a rundown looking booth, perhaps a guard post. There wasn't anyone there and it looked like it had been abandoned for years. A large metal sign was hooked on the chain links of the gate saying, "NO ENTRY by order of the Military of the United States of America." And if that wasn't warning enough, the loops of razor-wire stretching two feet above the chain fence certainly was.

Holy shit I thought, we're right outside of Guantanamo Bay. I tried to recall my history, but could only remember that the US still held the bay as a naval base and were unsurprisingly disliked by the rest of Cuba. My heart began to beat faster and I wanted to beg Trent to turn around and leave before we got in trouble.

Trent must have had the same idea, he threw the jeep in reverse and began driving back the way we came. I could barely make out what they were saying in front but I'm sure I heard Wes exclaim, "We must have already passed it."

We took a turn down an even rougher dirt road after driving for several minutes. As if out of nowhere, a small collection of buildings appeared before us and we found ourselves on the outskirts of a small settlement. There couldn't have been more than 6 buildings and it looked almost like a movie set for an old cowboy western film. As soon as the little settlement came into view Wes jabbed his finger into the map and exclaimed, "There it is."

I wanted to put clothes back on, I didn't want to be paraded through wearing just a speedo. But before I could ask permission Trent turned and said, "This place has the best medianoche in all of Cuba." The look of confusion I gave him prompted him to add, "It's a sandwich."

Wes turned around to contribute, "This place may look like a hole in the ground, but the American soldiers sneak off base and eat here all the time. They don't care for most Cuban food, but the medianoche is very popular with them. Three of these shacks are actually restaurants, if you can imagine. Javier said they make it better than anywhere else outside of Havana."

By this time we had pulled into the settlement and I still hadn't asked if I could put my clothes back on. There were a few people milling about, a couple men unloading a truck and hauling crates of groceries into the biggest building which looked to be a sort of store. The three restaurants were obvious, and another building clearly the settlement's source of power based on the fence around it and the generator chugging away behind it. The last building was off to the side and looked pretty run down, it looked to be abandoned. There were three military vehicles parked between two of the restaurants, soldiers must be inside enjoying their lunch.

"We're going to find which place has the best sandwich," Trent said over his shoulder as he parked the jeep beside the third restaurant, away from the military vehicles. "You're going to wait here and make sure no one messes with the jeep."

"What, no... I can't just sit here... I'm not even..." I started to protest before Trent stopped me short.

"Shut your faggot mouth," he barked. "You will do as you're told or else you'll be walking back to the resort. Is that understood?"

I was stunned and it took me a moment to recover. "Yes Sir," I weakly replied, hanging my head in defeat.

"Grab his clothes," Trent said as he climbed out of the jeep. Wes snatched up my shirt and shorts, folded on a pile beside me, and followed Trent into the first restaurant.

I sat alone, nearly naked, in the back of the jeep. There was nothing to provide me with any cover and I had never felt so exposed before. Even at the resort, with Trent constantly humiliating me, I usually had the cover of darkness and places to hide - and there was always the promise of safety if I could just get from point A to point B. But here in this little settlement, I was left to sit in the back of an open vehicle, wearing a speedo too small for me covered in dried cum, chastity cage locked on my cock and a plug up my ass. How long would I have to suffer through this? How long would it take Trent and Wes to have their lunch?

My anxiety began to lessen after about ten minutes of waiting. Not much had happened since they left. Trent and Wes had left the first restaurant shortly after entering it and went on to the second. The workmen unloading the groceries finished and hadn't come back out of the store since closing up the truck. The only other person I saw was an ancient looking woman who came out of the second restaurant, poured out a pail of dirty water into the dirt, and went back inside.

Just when I was starting to relax a group of four soldiers came out of the third restaurant. Everything was so close together that they had a clear view of me sitting in the back of the jeep. I was hopeful that with their angle of vision, I only looked to be sunning myself without my shirt on. As a group, they eyed me up suspiciously and my heart began to race. But after a moment, two of them got in one of the military vehicles and started up the engine, while the other two disappeared into the store. I could hear obnoxious rock music blaring from their running vehicle and I held my breath in tense anticipation while they waited for their companions to finish shopping. An eternity later, the two men emerged from the store carrying bottles of pop. They joined their friends without a second glance at me and a moment later they were gone, a trail of dust marking their departure down the dirt road.

I sat in solitude for quite a while after that. I was now more bored than anxious, nothing interesting had happened since the soldiers drove away and I was beginning to get restless. I debated getting out of the jeep to stretch my legs but was distracted from my thought when the door to the second restaurant opened.

Another group of four soldiers emerged, this time they could see right in the side of the jeep and it would be obvious I was wearing only a speedo. They noticed me right away and suddenly they were huddled together, talking in hushed tones. My stomach dropped and I felt a wave of terror wash over me, I had a feeling this was going to be trouble.

The soldiers broke their huddle and one of them returned inside the restaurant. The other three made their way over to the jeep, hard looks on their faces. If I could have turned and ran, I would have done just that. Instead, I found myself frozen as they descended upon me.

"Well well well, what do we have here," the first solder drawled as he got closer, his accent had a country sounding twang to it. He was as big as Trent, but solid muscle and a masculinity that just oozed from his pores. The patch over his breast bore the name Johnson. One of his companions moved to the side and came up on the other side of the jeep, cutting off any hopes of my escape.

His companion, the one that remained beside him, looked me up and down, squinting his eyes the sunshine. He had a moustache on him that made me think of porn stars from the 70s. He looked to be in his early 20s and I suspected the facial hair was an attempt to appear older. His patch identified him as Keller. "Looks like we have a little snowbird out sunning himself."

The men laughed and I reddened in embarrassment. The one on the other side of the jeep put his hand on the passenger seat in the front and leaned in towards me, causing me to shift myself into the middle of the backseat in fear. "You're a far way from home, aren't you whiteboy?" he said, sounding menacing. I glanced his way and noticed his name patch read Sabo before looking up to his dark face, a camouflage hat shielding his eyes from the sun. He had full lips and white teeth that contrasted his black skin and I noticed he was not smiling.

I held my breath and prayed for an escape from this situation that I felt was heading out of my control. Maybe I could make a break for it and call for help from Trent and Wes.

Johnson cleared his throat and I turned to look at him. "Do you have your passport, sir?" he said. I shook my head 'no' and he continued, "Any other identification on you? Driver's license or other photo ID?" Again is shook my head 'no.'

From behind me Sabo taunted, "Looks like the cat's got his tongue."

Keller interrupted before I could respond, "He could be a spy."

I felt as if my heart stopped beating and the world had gone deadly still. The next moment felt like an eternity and I knew I was in a heap of trouble, I was fucked.

"He looks more like a faggot to me," said Sabo from behind me.

"Looks like he has something concealed in his swimsuit," said Keller, pointing towards the sharp edges of the chastity device outlined in my speedo. "Could be a weapon," he added.

Johnson stepped forward and grabbed my arm with his meaty hand, his crushing grip like a vice. "Sir, you're going to have to come with us," he said as he pulled me from the jeep.

I managed to stammer, "Where are you taking me?" The thought of being brought back to their naval base in my current condition was overwhelming. I'd be documented and exposed for being a whore in the best case scenario and I couldn't even bring myself to think of worst case scenario situations - I could be detained on their base indefinitely!

"You're coming with us for questioning." Johnson had me out of the jeep and Keller grabbed my other arm, the two of them dragging me towards their vehicle. I tried to struggle but it was useless. My mind clouded in confusion though, they dragged me right past their truck and seemed to be heading towards the last abandoned looking building on the settlement.

Sabo darted ahead and held the door open as the other two marines dragged me inside. He looked around quickly to make sure no one had witnessed my abduction before pulling the door closed behind him.

We were in a large room with debris and broken furniture scattered around the walls. Sunlight came in through the shuttered windows, and motes of dust shone like glitter as they drifted lazily through the air. Before I knew what was happening, Johnson threw me to the ground and I found myself surrounded by the three soldiers.

I was so panicked I hadn't realized I landed on a grimy mattress on the floor in the center of the room. My eyes focussed and I saw used condoms and empty beer cans littered on the ground around me. As I began to realize what kind of mess I was in I heard Sabo say, "Welcome to the love shack."

Fear overcame me and I bolted to my feet and ran for the door. Before I could make it two steps, the soldiers intercepted me and threw me back down onto the mattress.

"Where do you think you're going, faggot?" said Johnson. I enjoyed it when Trent called me that, but Johnson's use of the word just sent fear through my body.

"No ID, no clothes, nowhere to run... looks like you're fucked," Keller added as the three soldiers towered over me.

"Let's start our questioning with what do you have hidden in your shorts?" Johnson began.

"Nothing," I stammered, and saw the hard look on their faces and knew my answer was only making my situation worse. "It's a cock cage," I blurted.

The soldiers responded with mocking laughter. "Aw shit, you better show us man," Sabo said between laughs, "we need to make sure you don't have a weapon of mass destruction hidden in there." More laughter.

I wasn't sure if they were being serious so I just hung my head and tried to draw my limbs in close to myself.

"Take off your swimsuit," Johnson demanded, suddenly the laughter had stopped. With a lump in my throat the size of a fist, I pulled the speedo over my caged cock and down past my sneakers. I hugged my arms around my knees as I sat on the mattress trembling in fear.

Johnson hooked the speedo with the toe of his boot and with a flick of his leg sent the swimsuit flying across the room. "Show us what you have hidden in there," he commanded.

My mind was beginning to go numb, I obeyed like a robot while trying to keep my thoughts away from the reality of my situation. I leaned back on the mattress and opened my legs so the soldiers could get a look at my chastity cage, get a look at my shame.

"What the fuck is that?" Keller said as he saw my groin.

"It's one of those chastity things," Sabo answered, "little whiteboy here has his junk locked away." The two began to laugh.

"That's not all he's been hiding from us," Johnson said, his voice deep and commanding. "What's that you've got in your ass there, boy? Turn over."

I had been hoping things wouldn't get any worse, but knew right away they were quickly spiraling out of control. I was afraid. Once again obeying without trying to think about it, I rolled over onto my stomach and spread my legs apart before Johnson had to ask. My buttplug was on clear display and I could feel tears beginning to well up in the corners of my eyes.

"Looks like we have ourselves a faggot," Johnson slurred, pressing his boot onto my ass, forcing the plug deeper. I couldn't help but squirm at the unexpected sensation.

"What does he have in his ass?" Keller questioned.

"It's a buttplug, dumbass," Sabo replied.

"Take it out and show him," Johnson ordered me.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I would have done anything to be safely back on the resort. Not wanting to put up a fight, I reached behind me to pull the plug out of my ass. A boot kicked my arm away and I recoiled at the jolt of pain. "Use your ass, fag," Johnson barked.

I could feel the tears starting to run down my face as I clenched my ass muscles down, forcing the plug from my hole. It emerged slowly at first, but as the bulb slipped past my sphincter the buttplug shot out of my lubed chute and landed on the ground beside the mattress.

"Sabo, that thing is fucking bigger than your dick," Keller teased.

"Well that makes it three times bigger than yours now, doesn't it?" he retorted.

"Both of you, shut up," Johnson barked.

I don't know what came over me, my survival instincts must have taken control. I realized it was now or never, and I turned over onto my back and looked straight at Johnson, he appeared to be the one in charge.

"Please sir," I heard myself begging, "please let me go. I'll do anything you want, I just want to go. I haven't done anything wrong." I must have looked pretty pathetic laying naked on the dirty mattress begging for my freedom with tears running down my face.

Johnson looked at me for a long moment, his companions for once keeping silent. Finally he broke the silence and said, "You'll do anything, faggot?" I nodded my head. "Well we were going take you back to base for questioning, but I suppose we could work something out here."

My hopes started to lift, I knew that if I could avoid being taken back to their base things could work out alright. The tears stopped coming and I pleaded, "Please sir."

"Well it's been a few weeks since the boys got their dicks wet," Johnson said as he looked down on me. "I guess we could let you go after we fuck you. If you cooperate, you won't get roughed up." He had already begun to unbuckle his pants as he spoke.

Keller looked to Johnson nervously and said, "I'm out of rubbers, should I run over to the store and get some? Do you have any I could borrow?"

Sabo chimed right in as soon as Keller stopped talking. "Who wants to borrow a condom? You don't give that kind of thing back to a person once you've stuck it on your dick, dumbass. Besides, you're not fucking some bitch who can get pregnant, so what do you need a condom for anyway?" I was pretty sure Johnson's sneer faltered for a second and it looked like he was going to laugh as he listened to the banter of his companions.

"We're going to take turns on your pansy ass, me and then him, and then him," Johnson said, motioning to Keller and then to Sabo. "You keep us happy, you get to leave happy. Got it?" I nodded in agreement, I had so much practice pleasing men this week that a couple more would be well within my abilities.

"Why the hell do I have to go last?" Sabo complained.

"Dude, you're black," Keller replied to Sabo's confused look, assuming his statement was a sufficient explanation.

"You've got the biggest dick, that's why," Johnson clarified. He pointed at Keller and said, "Keep an eye on the door, we don't want anyone ruining our fun." Then he turned to me, "Get back on your hands and knees, ass in the air." And with that, I began my ordeal to freedom.

I assumed the doggie-style position on the mattress, and Sabo moved to face me. He opened his pants and pulled out his fat cock and said, "You're gonna blow me while he fucks you." He began rubbing his dark meat and full balls over my face as his cock hardened. It was huge, at least an inch longer than Trent's. A moment later he shoved his cock in my mouth. I was gagging and trying to breathe and he just kept pushing it in, choking me.

At the same time I could feel Johnson at my ass. He roughly pushed a finger into my hole to test how ready I was. I had put on a lot of lube when I slid the buttplug in this morning and thankfully my hole was still slick. Had I known I'd be using Ryan's lube indirectly in order to be fucked by three American soldiers I am not sure I would have believed it. Satisfied that I was lubed, Johnson pulled out his finger and then drove his cock in. I tried to yell in pain but with Sabo's manhood halfway down my throat all I could manage was a groan.

The two soldiers fucked me hard on each end, roughly using my holes. It took a few minutes of riding out the pain in my ass and choking on the cock as it rammed into the back of my throat before I started to feel pleasure. I wasn't exactly sure when it happened, but the horror of getting raped by three soldiers somehow turned into lust for cock. I wanted to get fucked and I wanted to be used by these men. My only complaint was that I was envious of their cocks, wishing I had the same freedom to enhance my own pleasure.

I started to match their rhythm, pushing my ass back onto Johnson's cock as he pushed forward, straining to take as much of Sabo's meat down my throat as I could manage. Johnson noticed the change in my attitude as well. "Look at the faggot working our cocks like a pro," he said. "I knew he'd be begging for dick the second I laid eyes on him." I suppose a part of me had wanted to fuck these hot men as soon as I saw them.

Johnson quickened his pace and continued to trash talk me. This drove him to the edge and with a loud groan he came. I could feel the exact moment when he began filling my ass with his cum and I clenched my muscles down on his dick to make sure I milked out every last drop of his precious seed. Almost simultaneously, Sabo's dick began to swell in my mouth.

"Oh fuck -- here it comes," as he said and started to tremble. He shot a huge load in my mouth, down my throat. Spurt after spurt flooded me from both ends. "Oh yeah... fuck... swallow it whiteboy, eat my spunk," Sabo growled as I was gagging, and then he pulled out and blew one last spurt on my face.

Jonson followed suit and pulled out and I was left feeling empty. Their warm loads had been deposited in each end of me and it was a new sensation to be used like that - I wanted more.

"You got another load in there man?" Johnson said to Sabo over my back. "You haven't even gotten your turn at its ass." I should be feeling degraded, especially being talked about like an object, but it was just making me feel hotter. My caged cock was causing me a great amount of discomfort and I wished I could stroke myself. Just a few minutes ago I had been fearful of my life and now I was spreading my legs and begging for dick.

"I haven't had a piece of ass in ages, I could cum five more times - easy," Sabo replied.

"Well you work yourself up to your next one while you watch the door, fucker," Johnson joked as he took Sabo's place. He grabbed me roughly by the chin and ordered, "Clean me off." His slimy cock was jutting out from the open fly of his fatigues and he had a wet splotch on his tshirt where he had been making contact with my ass. I didn't say a word, I just opened my mouth and complied.

Keller came up from behind me as he traded door watching duty. He must have pulled his cock out before he came over because the moment I felt him behind me he shoved his prick deep into my ass. My groan of protest was muffled, I had my face pressed hard into Johnson's pubes as I swallowed his manhood. I adjusted to Keller's cock quickly and was enjoying his quick, rabbit-like strokes. These military guys must be in a hurry, I thought to myself, they're fucking me so fast.

Johnson's dick was softening in my mouth and I had savored the taste of him as I cleaned him with my tongue. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, fag," he said, pulling on my chin so he could gaze into my eyes, a cold look on his face. He opened his mouth and a gob of spit dropped out, hitting my upper lip as I blew him. Another gob landed on my forehead, mixing with the cum Sabo had shot on me. I had to reach underneath me to readjust the cock cage, my dick was trying to get hard so badly at Johnson's abuse. "Go on and grope that little prick of yours," he sneered as he saw me touching myself.

Keller's jackrabbit pace didn't last very long. He grabbed me tightly by the hips and started to make a weird sound, part groan part whimper. His volume increased and I could feel him filling my ass up with his cum, adding his load to Johnson's. I was starting to crave having my ass flooded with cum, each load adding to the next. I wondered if I would ever be truly satisfied with just one now that I'd become such a whore.

"Jesus dude, what are you? Like 14 years old? You busted your nut faster than a teenager!" Sabo yelled from the door. I didn't have to see Keller's face to know he was blushing in embarrassment.

"I last longer when I go the second time," he defended.

"Shit, you're not gonna get a second time. It's my turn next and then we need to haul ass back to base," Sabo was already behind me, pushing his friend aside. "Get your skinny ass back to the door." I could hear Keller's sigh loud and audible as he zipped up and went back to the door.

"You better hurry, Tony's out there talking to those queers from the restaurant," Keller said from the door. Trent and Wes, I thought, I had prayed for them to save me a short while ago but wasn't so eager for their help now.

"Make it quick," Johnson barked at his companion, his dick still working its way in and out of my mouth.

"It's a good thing your pussy has been fucked, whiteboy, you'll be able to take my monster easier." I could feel Sabo press the head of his cock against my wet hole and I quivered in anticipation. He held it there, as if testing me. I hope I passed the test when I shoved my hips backwards and speared myself as far as I could on his big cock. He was so big, it felt like someone had punched me right in the asshole.

"Aww yeah, faggot wants my cock? Look at this bitch fucking himself on my pole," Sabo beamed as I began to work myself back and forth on his huge member.

"Quit messing around," Johnson ordered. "Fuck him."

Sabo knew how to take a command, he grabbed my hips and began to pound my ass in earnest. I was thankful the other two went before him, I was able to adjust quickly to his size and enjoy him plowing my hole. I had never had a cock so big inside of me and the way he was rubbing against my prostate was sending jolts of pleasure all through my body. My poor caged cock was in agony and I could feel precum dripping down the inside of my leg.

He worked his cock in and out of my hole like a man on a mission. Sabo was panting now, concentrating on his pleasure. I was moaning like a whore while he fucked me, my lips still wet around Johnson's half-hard cock. Every jab against my prostate caused me to whimper and I felt like I was in heaven. And then the most amazing thing happened; without touching myself and without being able to become truly erect - my cock erupted in its cage. I was having an orgasm! My body shook in uncontrolled pleasure as Sabo fucked me, my own cum oozing out of my cock in a constant flow. Johnson's cock fell out of my open mouth and I found myself moan, "I'm cumming!" It wasn't like any of my usual orgasms, where my jizz would shoot out in spurts. This caged orgasm was like a slow eruption, the cum just drained out of my balls in a slow and steady gush. My own wetness smeared against the insides of my thighs as my caged cock swung back and forth.

The soldiers ignored my orgasm and Johnson shoved his dick back into my mouth. Sabo seemed to take my shaking body as a sign of pleasure from his rough fucking. He sped up his pace and it felt like he was hammering my ass, getting ready to part with his load. I took every hard thrust with a grunt, feeling Sabo's cock swell in my rectum.

"Fuck yeahhhh, here it comes..." Sabo hissed between clenched teeth. "I'm going to flood your pussy, whiteboy." He pumped in and out of me, slamming into my hips with each thrust. "Aaaarrrrhhhh...." Sabo yelled, filling my ass with another load of semen. My hole clamped tight around his cock in response. Though he had cum down my throat just minutes before, clearly this soldier had another load ready and waiting.

In unison, both men pulled out from me and I collapsed onto the dirty mattress. Sabo and Johnson tucked their cocks back into their fatigues, zipping up as they moved towards the exit. I couldn't do anything but lay there and try to catch my breath as I watched them go.

Johnson turned at the doorway as his companions filed outside and said, "You're free to go, sir. Enjoy the rest of your stay in Cuba." His smile was half a smirk, half a sneer. And with that he turned and disappeared outside.

I rolled onto my back to collect myself. I was covered in sweat and cum, my ass was leaking and my face was wet. I looked down at myself to see the clear plastic of the cage was coated with my own load. I thought about the soldiers' rough treatment, and wondered if it was a rape if I had been willing? Though the encounter started out fearful and I was worried for my safety, in the end I was left with an ass full of cum and the delicious taste of semen still fresh in my mouth.

My thoughts quickly returned to reality and I got up off the mattress to find my speedo. I had forgotten about the buttplug and saw it laying in the dirt beside the mattress as I bent to pick up my swimsuit. I walked back over and scooped it up, using the speedo to clean it off as best as I could. I didn't have anywhere else to put it, and without a second thought I squatted down and slide the plug back up inside of me, trapping the soldier's loads deep in my hole. I stepped back into the swimsuit, pulling it up over the cum-coated chastity cage. It felt good to have the plug back in my ass, I thought, as I walked towards the exit.

The soldiers were just pulling away in their vehicle, Trent and Wes were waving to them as they drove away. I hurried my way over to the jeep, thankful no one else was outside any of the buildings to witness my walk of shame.

Trent and Wes both eyed me up as I approached, and I knew I didn't have to explain to them what had just happened to me. They may not know the details, but the fact that I was covered in sweat and dirt and cum was answer enough, I had been getting fucked while they enjoyed their lunch.

My clothes were sitting in the back of the jeep and I climbed in without a word. Wes shook his head in disapproval and walked around to take his seat. Trent looked at me and smiled before handing me a bottle of water and something wrapped in brown paper. "We brought you a sandwich," he said as he climbed into the jeep.

He started up the engine and turned around, putting his arm on the back of Wes's seat as he drove out of the lot in reverse. Before he returned his attention to the road, he met my eyes and with a knowing look said, "You'll never guess who we ran into. Did you know Javier's boyfriend is an American soldier?"