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 14

I remember waking up during the night and pushing my face into Trent's ass, rimming his hole as he lay half asleep. I am pretty sure we fooled around a bit after that, but by the time morning came around much of the night seemed like a blur. I could hardly believe today was my last day on the resort and tomorrow I would leave and return home to my boring sex life. I was struggling with posing my question to Trent, what will happen between us when we return to our normal lives?

I knew from Wes that they came in on the same flight as I did, but aside from that we hadn't discussed the subject further. Were they even from the same city as me? People commuted to the airport from miles around. What kind of arrangement did Trent and Wes have at home? Were they just open while on vacation? Did they already have a string of guys they got together with and I was just another hole? All of these questions ran through my mind as I lay in bed beside Trent.

We got out of bed together, starting our morning as the sun pushed above the horizon and the air was quiet and still. We showered together, kissing and touching each other's bodies. Trent had been tender with me since he fucked me against the wall last night and I didn't want to risk ruining the moment by asking him questions about returning home.

As we got dressed, Trent in yesterday's clothes and me in some fresh from my suitcase, Trent said, "Wear your new swimsuit today." I pulled the yellow speedo on before throwing on some shorts and a tshirt. The leather bracelet fit snugly around my cock and you couldn't see the dried cum on the light fabric of the speedo, but I was content knowing both were there.

We left my room and made our way across the quiet resort to wake up Wes. Trent let himself into their room and I followed, I could hear the shower running and figured Wes must be out of bed already. I went into the main room and took a seat on the edge of the bed as Trent let himself into the bathroom. A second later Trent called out angrily, "Having fun in there, honey?"

The shower stopped abruptly and I could hear a bit of a commotion happening, Trent and Wes were arguing. I bent my head to focus on listening when I noticed a familiar looking swimsuit on the floor by the bed. Just as recognition came to me, Javier came striding out of the bathroom with a towel draped around his shoulders, water dripping down his naked body. The lifeguard looked embarrassed and by the erection he was sporting I suspected he hoped to duck out before Trent even knew he had been here. I smiled and said hello as Javier grabbed his swimsuit, he nodded in response but otherwise ignored me. He found his white lifeguard shirt on the other side of the bed and quickly ran the towel over his legs and groin. In less than a heartbeat, he had his trunks on and was scurrying out the door.

As soon as he was gone, Trent was hauling Wes into the room by his arm. Wes was dripping water, his cock half hard between his legs. I scooted out of the way as Trent pushed his boyfriend down onto the bed.

"Did you have my permission, Wes?" he questioned, his face flushed in anger. "Because I'm pretty sure the last time you fucked Javier you asked me for my permission first."

Wes didn't reply, he sat on the bed looking red-faced and guilty. Trent continued, "I own your ass, Wes. I own your cock, I own your mouth. Did you forget that? I've been lenient with you because I trust you, but when you do shit like this behind my back how am I supposed to trust you?" I backed myself towards the wall, I didn't want to get caught between them as they fought.

Trent continued his tirade, "If you had asked me, I would have said yes. I've never denied you anything you've wanted, Wes. But we need to have an understanding between us, we need to have trust. Would you have said anything if I strolled in here 15 minutes later he had already left? It makes me think that if you've gone behind my back with this, what other things have you done without me knowing?"

Wes must have worked up some courage, because instead of hanging his head in shame he practically yelled at Trent, "You've been fucking that little whore since you set eyes on him! How is that supposed to make me feel? You didn't ask me if I wanted him in our bed! Do you think I wanted to spend our holiday with you glued to his side! I'm your partner, not him!" Wes started to tear up and I knew he was about to cry.

Trent's rigid body softened and he turned to me, his anger quickly washing away as his boyfriend began to sob. "Matthew, why don't you go on ahead and get some breakfast." I ran from the room as fast as the lifeguard. Before I closed the door behind me I heard Trent say, "Babe, don't cry... I love you, don't cry."

I made my way towards the buffet restaurant before noticing it wasn't even open yet, it was so early in the morning. I went to check the time on my phone, but remembered Trent hadn't given it back to me since confiscating it. I sat in a lounger by the pool and waited for the restaurant to open.

I pondered my situation while I waited, wondering what would happen now that they were fighting. I was worried that this was the end of my sex vacation, and that Trent and Wes would spend this last day on the resort avoiding me. This didn't bode well for continuing the relationship in some capacity once returning home, I thought. I was flattered that Trent was clearly into me, but his boyfriend seemed to go from hot to cold at the drop of a hat and I was always wondering where I stood.

The restaurant opened and I shuffled in with all of the other early risers. I debated sitting at a small table meant for two, unsure whether I should take one that sat four. In the end, the waitress that usually served us saw me and motioned for me to sit in her section, pulling out a seat for me at a table for four. I didn't object, and when I ordered my coffee she asked if I wanted three. I decided to gamble, and consented to three.

The coffee was starting to get cold and I was picking at my food when Trent and Wes finally showed up. I was so relieved to see them, I had begun to worry things were falling apart around me. Wes avoided looking at me but I could see that his eyes were red from crying. Trent seemed reserved, still confident in his manner but also something else, cautious perhaps? They took their seats at the table without saying a word, and Wes crossed his arms over his chest looking sullen and annoyed.

I didn't know what to say, my instinct was to apologize but I wasn't exactly sure what I was apologizing for. Trent beat me to it by placing my keycard on the table and pushing it towards me, "I should give this back to you."

My heart dropped in my chest, it felt like we were breaking up. My mouth tightened and I felt my hand shaking as I picked up the keycard from the tabletop. "Thanks," I mumbled.

After a moment of silence, Trent continued, "Wes and I had a long talk. I'd like to begin by apologizing to you, Matthew." I didn't like where this was heading. "Wes and I have always prided ourselves on our commitment to each other, we have a solid relationship built on trust and communication. I should have been more open and honest with you from the beginning."

I took a deep breath, waiting for the ball to drop.

"We disagree on a lot of things, particularly when it comes to you. But Wes and I also agree on a lot of things, and these are what make our relationship work as well as it does." I waited for Trent to explain what these things were that made the relationship work, but he left my unspoken question unanswered.

"Wes and I have come to an agreement. Our partnership is built on love and trust, but also on the understanding that I am to be obeyed. It is not Wes's place to decide who I fuck, nor is he free to fuck whom he choses. I am not fickle or cruel, but I do require to be treated with respect. Respect me, and I will respect you, it's as simple as that."

I held my breath and continued to listen. "Wes and I will enjoy today by ourselves. I am releasing you from your obligation to serve me as you originally agreed to. Perhaps under different circumstances, we could have made something work out that was mutually enjoyable to us all." There it was, I was being dumped.

"I hope there won't be any hard feelings," Trent added as Wes still sat across from me with his arms crossed. I didn't have anything to say in response, frozen in disbelief as Trent pushed his chair back and stood up to leave, Wes standing as well.

"Goodbye, Matthew," Trent said, holding me in that intense stare of his. He was saying goodbye, but the way he looked at me told me another story. They turned to walk away and Trent hesitated, pulling something from his pocket. He set my phone down on the table and said, "I almost forgot to give this back to you."

I barely looked at the phone, I was stunned as my mind processed what was happening. In the blink of an eye, my wonderful sexual relationship with this beautiful, masculine man was gone in a puff of smoke. My hopes of continuing our affair once returning home now nothing but an idle fantasy. I watched Trent and Wes walk away without being able to say a word to stop them.

They took a table on the other side of the restaurant and I lost sight of them, the place was so full of people. I remained at my table, confused and feeling dumbfounded. What was I going to do with myself? How would I recover from this sudden loss? How could this have happened? God damn you, Wes, I thought.

I caught a glimpse of Wes up at the buffet, juggling two plates as he filled them with food. I had practically forgotten about my phone from the moment Trent put it in front of me - I had been so focussed watching him walk away. The familiar buzz of the phone vibrating broke me out of my haze and I picked it up to investigate. It was a text message from an unknown number.

'Don't worry, he will come around. Keep your evening free. xoxo - T.'

I spent the morning on the beach. I had put on the swimsuit for Trent and decided I may as well get some use out of it. I grabbed a towel from my room and found a spot by the water to call my own. The beach wasn't very busy yet, it was still pretty early, but the sun was already out in full force. I put on some sunscreen and sat back to work on my tan. Javier was sitting with another lifeguard in their station further down the beach and waved when he noticed me.

I read for some time and enjoyed the heat. After a while I decided to get myself a drink at the beach bar, strutting through the sand in my yellow speedo. I couldn't believe the difference I felt since the last time I wore the swimsuit on the beach. I had been trying to hard to hide the cock cage trapped under the yellow fabric, but now I felt confident and sexy knowing that my cock was free from chastity. The leather strap around my manhood added to my secret enjoyment and I felt my dick beginning to stiffen in my trunks.

I got myself under control before I became further embarrassed while waiting in the short line at the beach bar. I ordered myself a pina colada and remembered Javier, asking the bartender for three instead of one. I returned to my lounger and continued walking, heading to the lifeguard station with the drinks. Javier and his coworker were more than happy to accept the drinks, and I spent a few minutes talking with them. The conversation was casual, and neither Javier or I mentioned anything about Trent, Wes or my encounter with the lifeguard's American soldier boyfriend. I returned to my lounger a few minutes later.

I was just getting ready to go for a swim in the ocean when I heard that familiar buzz of my phone. I pulled it out of my shorts, bunched up in a bag beside my lounger. Again, a text message from the unknown number.

'How much tip $$$ do u have left?'

I looked at the phone's screen, slightly confused. Why was Trent asking me that? Maybe he was having some financial problems? Why wouldn't he just type the word money? Finding the $ sign on the phone would have been just as much work I thought. I punched in a reply, '90 pesos i think.' Between the wedding party and Trent taking charge of everything afterwards, I had barely spent any of the money I brought to leave as tips.

A moment later my phone vibrated a reply. 'Get $5 notes from the money converter in the lobby.'

'Ok, then what?' I typed. What was he up to?

Another delay as I waited for the reply. 'I'll let u know.'

Maybe I was buying Wes's approval, I laughed to myself. 'Can i have a hint?' I texted. I waited for a reply for several minutes, but none came. I figured I had time for a swim before lunch, I planned to stop at the conversion counter to get my bills before eating. I splashed into the ocean, slightly remorseful that I was washing away the dried cum from the facial a couple nights before.

I checked my phone again when I got out of the water, but found nothing new. I scrolled through my old text messages and saw that I had received one from Ryan sometime after handing my phone over to Trent. 'Hope you are enjoying the rest of your vacation ;)'

If he only knew.

I converted my left-over tip money into $5 peso bills, making my way to lunch with a thick wad in my pocket. I still couldn't figure out what Trent had in mind for me and I was constantly checking my phone for new messages.

I sat through lunch barely eating, picking at my food from time to time as I looked around to see if Trent or Wes were anywhere in sight. I finally gave up and wandered back towards my room, stopping to enjoy an ice cream outside of my villa. Just as I was finishing the melting dessert, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

'Your room, 2pm. Door open, leather hood on.' My dick started to get hard immediately.

As I was typing in my reply, the next message buzzed onto my screen. 'Leave the bills on the dresser, spread out without touching.' I was a bit puzzled, but texted back with a, 'Yes Sir.' I waited several minutes for a reply but nothing came. Wes must have gotten over his little tantrum sooner than expected, I thought, Trent had told me to keep my evening free.

My phone told me I had less than a half hour before 2pm. I decided not to waste any time and headed straight up to my room. I pulled open the drawer where I had stashed all of Trent's gear, pulling out the leather hood from beneath the rope and ballgag piled on top. I undressed in the bathroom, leaving only the leather strap tied around my cock and balls. I looked at myself in the mirror, still a bit shocked at my hairless body. It had been days since Wes shaved me and though the hair was starting to grow back in, I still looked completely hairless. I debated if I had enough time to run a razor over my groin and ass but decided against it, I didn't want to be rushed for whatever Trent had in store.

I fanned the $5 bills out on top of the dresser, then remembered to spread them out so none were touching. The seventeen pieces of paper took up almost the entire top of the dresser and I hoped this is what Trent wanted. I told him I had $90 to convert, but ended up losing a bit in a service fee.

I positioned myself on the bed and made sure my ass was well lubricated. Ryan's bottle of lube was already half gone, I wondered what he'd think of how I was putting it to use. Satisfied that my hole was ready, I concentrated on getting the hood on. It was just difficult as the first time, the leather cut off my vision completely and I fumbled with the straps on the back. Once I had it on I adjusted the zipper to make sure it was comfortable, opening the mouth-hole over my lips. I was on the bed ready and waiting with time to spare.

It wasn't long before I could hear the muffled sound of someone entering the room. I fantasized about Trent taking me unaware like this and my body shivered in anticipation. But if I had learned anything from wearing this hood, the owner of any cocks coming my way were going to be a mystery. I heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor, ending up near the dresser.

Nothing happened for quite a while after that. I lay on the bed in anticipation and whoever was in the room with me seemed to be content on remaining quiet and uninvolved. I considered trying to talk to the stranger, but figured whatever Trent had planned for me would become apparent sooner or later.

Just as I was getting overwhelmed with restlessness, I heard the door open and shut again. I could barely make out the sound of voices and could tell whoever was talking was trying to keep the volume down. I decided to speed things along and positioned myself face down on the bed, ass up in the air. My pucker twitched as I spread my legs, exposing my ass to any cock that might want it. My hole was ready and open for business.

Again, I found myself waiting. With the hood obscuring my vision and hearing, I wasn't sure what was going on but worried that maybe I wasn't going to get my ass fucked after all. In the next moment, however, I felt the mattress shift behind me and a rough pair of hands took hold of my hips. A cock pressed against my hole and without any ceremony or sugarcoating began to force it's way inside. Slow and steady the stranger pushed until his dick was completely buried inside of me. He leaned in and his body was pressed against my back, I could feel his soft flesh warm against me. My skin was being tickled and I could tell he was hairy. Who was this stranger?

I didn't have time to think, he adjusted his position and started to work his hips into me, sliding his cock in and out of my lubed hole. With each stroke he pushed himself deep into my ass, fucking me roughly. His cock wasn't big, probably a little under average actually, and I was able to adjust to his size quickly. However, his rough fucking was leaving me panting and five minutes of pounding felt more like an hour. Finally, he pushed my hooded head down into the bed and began to pump his load into me, groaning as he came. A few quick thrusts followed and he pulled out of me and sat back on the bed. He took a few seconds to recover while I remained with my ass up in the air, clenching and unclenching my sphincter and savoring the feel of a load warm inside me.

The stranger stood from the bed and I could hear him speaking with the person sitting but couldn't make out any details. It suddenly dawned on me that I couldn't make out what they were saying because they weren't speaking English. The I heard the door open and close and knew that the man who just fucked me had left.

I held my position on the bed for a few more minutes but began to get bored and tired, I wasn't even sure if anyone was still in the room. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs wide, sliding a finger into my hole. With my other senses hampered by the leather hood, I had to focus on touch and taste. I worked my ass for a moment before sinking the same finger into my mouth to savor the delicious taste of the stranger's load. I heard the chair by the dresser creak as the other stranger shifted his weight and knew I wasn't alone after all. I hoped he was enjoying the show.

Again the door opened someone new joined us in the room. Only a few words were exchanged before I could feel a new pair of hands on my body. This new stranger pulled me from my back, and I rolled on the bed to assume the same position as my previous fuck. I felt his cock enter my hole and he held the tip inside me, just past my sphincter. I let out a sigh of pleasure and began to push myself back onto his member. By the time I felt his groin tight against my cheeks I was feeling the warm glow of pleasure. Unlike the last man, this one didn't seem to undress. I could feel the rough fabric of pants against my legs and the tickle of his shirt on the small of my back.

His cock was bigger than the first, a comfortable step up without forcing a big adjustment. I began to work myself on his manhood, fucking myself as he remained still. I was picking up the pace when he grabbed my hips and took over, really getting into the moment. I was moaning like a bitch in heat when I heard the door closing, barely audible above the sound of our fucking. Shortly after, the mattress shifted in front of me and I knew we had a third joining us on the bed.

The stranger at my ass said something in Spanish and I heard the man in front of me laugh just as his cock pressed into my lips. I wasted no time in foreplay, swallowing his dick whole while I was getting fucked from behind. I can't begin to describe how amazing it feels to have a cock in your ass and a cock in your mouth at the same time, getting used by two men simultaneously. I worked my mouth around that pole while I worked the muscles of my ass around the other. My cock was stiff and leaking under me, it felt like heaven.

The stranger at my ass didn't hold out much longer. He quickened his pace and let out a moan. He pulled his cock out of me and exploded a volley of hot cum all over my back. Another squirt of hot semen landed on the back of my arm. He shoved himself back in my hole and added the last few spurts to the first load. I heard other voices in the room, I had been so caught up in the sex that I didn't realize more men had joined us.

The stranger behind me pulled out and traded places with the man in front of me. Two quick strokes and he was buried in my ass and I was gulping down the slimy cock that had just fucked me. He pulled out of my mouth and immediately his cock was replaced by another.

After the snail's pace of waiting for things to pick up initially, the next hour was a constant barrage of cocks. Dicks of all shapes and sizes found their way into my ass and mouth, shooting in me and on me. I remained in the doggie-style position the whole time and could feel a cooling pool of cum collecting on my back and knew that the leather hood must also be a sticky mess. But unfortunately, for all the cocks that went in me that afternoon, I was still longing specifically for one. Somehow I would have known if one of the men had been Trent, but none of them were.

The men fucking me came and went, I had lost track of how many guys had been inside of me after the first few. The last couple guys to work on my holes took their time, fucking me slow and sensually even after all the other men left. I had collapsed onto the bed near the end and was now laying on my side, my leg held in the air as a stranger fucked me from behind. He worked his pole slowly in and out of me, stirring all of the loads in my hole with each deliberate stroke. My head hung over the side of the bed and the second man was fucking my face.

I had forgotten about my own cock until now, my focus had been the pleasure of all of the mysterious men. As these last two strangers worked their cocks in and out of me, I grabbed my own throbbing member. I stroked myself in time to the dick in my ass and it wasn't long before all three of us came in a chain reaction of orgasms.

The man in my mouth went first, spurting his load deep down into my throat. At the moment that I began swallowing his cum I felt my own cock begin to erupt. The man behind me pushed my hand away and stroked me through orgasm and I felt my body convulsing in overwhelming pleasure. This sent him over the edge and as he worked his hand on my cock I could feel him explode in my ass. He slowed his pace while he came, inching his dick in and out of me as if in slow-motion. He trailed his hand in the cum that I had just shot over stomach, massaging the wetness into my skin.

The man at my mouth got off the bed and spoke briefly, I assume to the man in the chair by the dresser. The stranger in my ass continued his slow fucking, reluctant to let the moment end. I wasn't in any hurry either, his body felt amazing against me and I could feel the firmness of his muscled torso.

But before I was ready I felt him pull out of me, leaving my ass feeling empty and abandoned. I must have been leaking a stream of cum from my fucked hole without any cocks to plug me up. I felt him kiss me lightly on the shoulder before he got up from the bed. I rolled over onto my back, exhausted and spent.

A brief dialogue between the person in the chair and the last stranger happened, and I was sure he was the last man to leave. I heard the chair being dragged across the floor again, being returned to it's original location. I was almost out of it, laying there on the bed, when I felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me.

I fumbled with the laces on the back of the hood and wasn't told to stop, so I continued to remove the hood. By the time I pulled the leather off of my head I could feel my face and hair wet with sweat. My eyes adjusted slowly to the dim lighting in the room as I focussed on the stranger beside me.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn't a stranger. One of the two hustler twinks from the beach was leaning over me, Romano I think, smiling from ear to ear. He was clutching a handful of money, $5 bills no doubt, pocketing the cash as he stood up straight. I looked up at him from my spot on the bed, curious about what he wanted.

"I make sure you are safe," he said, his English rough but understandable. "Are you not hurt?" he asked with a look of concern. I shook my head to indicated that I was ok.

"Your friend tell me I can have any money left," he said, explaining his pocket full of money. I didn't have the energy to think about what he meant, I just nodded again in approval.

"Will you take me for dinner?" He asked, a pleading look on his face.

I had enough in me to let out a chuckle. Here I was laying on the bed after getting gang fucked by countless men and the kid was asking me if I'd take him to dinner. "Sure," I said, smiling as I shook my head at my situation. I must have confused him, he must have interpreted my head shaking as a 'no' by the look of sadness that came over his face.

"Yes," I said, trying to reassure him. "Yes, I will take you to dinner." He immediately perked up, but then looked at me again with those big puppy-dog eyes.

"Shower?" he asked. I hoped he didn't want me to shower with him, all I wanted was a moment to rest. I nodded my head before letting myself sink into the bed. Romano flashed his big smile and a minute later was in the bathroom enjoying the shower.

I checked my phone quickly for the time, about an hour before dinner, and then settled into the bed to have a post-fuck nap.

I woke up some time later with Romano sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV. He must have used my hair gel again because his hair was considerably bigger and more dramatic than it had been earlier. He pulled a sheet up over me as I slept, my naked body was comfortably covered by white fabric.

Romano flashed me his smile as I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I debated a shower but wanted to make sure that my ass remained full of cum for Trent when I saw him next. I then remembered the buttplug was still in my bag of souvenirs from the market, as well as the pieces of the chastity cage. I wandered back into the room to retrieve the plug before returning to the bathroom, Romano barely noticing me as he watched the TV.

I slid the plug up into my hole and felt my cock begin to harden. I started to stroke myself, thinking about being the center of the amazing orgy that just took place. Who were all those men, I wondered. But then a feeling of guilt washed over me. Even though Trent had 'released' me from my obligations to him, I still felt like I shouldn't cum without his permission. I'm sure he would have wanted me to cum during the orgy though, I quickly added to rationalize my earlier orgasm.

I showered and dressed, reminded of the plug in my ass every time I moved my body. Romano's show was almost over, so I let him finish watching it before leaving for dinner. As I waited, I tidied up some of my things in preparation of leaving tomorrow morning and noticed a half sheet of paper on the dresser where all the $5 bills had been. It was some sort of score sheet, with marks in two different columns. As I examined it closer I could make out Trent's handwriting at the top, the first column headlined ASS and the second headlined MOUTH. I can't believe he had Romano keeping score! There were considerably more marks in the ASS column I was happy to see as I folded the paper and slid it into my pocket.

Romano and I made our way to the buffet for my last dinner on the resort. We took a table for two and I kept my eye out for Trent or Wes throughout the meal but didn't catch sight of either. The hustler twink easily ate three times as much food as I did, and spent much of his time hovering around the dessert section of the buffet.

Romano wasn't bad company, his English wasn't great but we were able to understand each other well enough. He told me about growing up not far from the resort and how his family worked as farmers. Though his parents didn't approve of his hustling, he was able to provide his family with many things they could never have hoped to afford otherwise. Romano confessed he was even able to afford sending his two younger sisters to a private school by bus every day. I felt ashamed of myself for thinking so poorly of him earlier, he was so much more complex than I had imagined. I was more than happy to shift the conversation when he began asking me questions about what life was like in Canada.

We finished and I left a small tip with the change remaining from my money conversion earlier in the day. I was wondering what to do with Romano, I didn't want to risk having him around when Trent made his appearance - I wanted Trent all to myself. Luckily he solved the problem for me and told me that he was excited to return home to show his mom all the money he made today but had to wait to give Trent his phone back. Why on earth does he have Trent's phone, I wondered.

I guessed Trent would come knocking on my door at some point so decided to return to the room. Romano was glued to the TV once again and I busied myself packing my things for my return home. A thought came to me and I left the twink alone in the room as I made a run to the gift shop. I came back with a bag full of treats, cans of pop and an expensive box of chocolate. The look of surprise on Romano's face was well worth it when I passed him the bag, telling him to share these with his family.

I joined him on the bed and found myself drifting off as we waited. I remembered vaguely watching a Spanish reality show styled after an American singing competition while Romano sipped a can of pop. The next thing I knew, the twink was shaking me awake with Trent looming over me in the bed.

"What time is it," I asked, groggy from slumber.

"Time to get your ass out of bed," Trent laughed. As I tried to stir myself awake, I could hear Trent and Romano talking.

"How many men were here?" Trent asked.

"Nine. I had your list but I don't know where it went," Romano said. The list was folded in my pocket.

"No one roughed him up? He was ok?" Trent's voice was full of concern.

"No, he was not hurt. He enjoyed it," I heard the twink reply.

"Excellent, thank you for keeping an eye on him." By now I was awake and watched as Trent handed the twink some more money. Romano thanked him before scooping up his bag of treats. He turned to me and waved, flashing me his big warm smile.

"Goodbye," I called to him as he left, I could tell he was excited to get home.

And then we were alone, just Trent and me. With one look I was caught in that wonderful stare of his, his eyes like endless pools. He crawled onto the bed, kneeling at my feet. Without looking away, he reached forward and opened my shorts, yanking my underwear down with them. I was exposed and my dick was hard and starting to leak precum. I felt Trent's hand press into the buttplug lodged in my hole and I let out a sigh of pleasure.

"I hear you have some cum in there for me," he said with hungry look on his face.