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 4
Morning came and I tried to pull myself from slumber. I lay in bed with a throbbing headache, squeezing my eyes tight against the sunlight - I had way too much to drink last night. Recollections came to me in bits and pieces. I remembered having dinner with Ryan and the rest of the wedding party... a moment later I remembered the hot sex I had with Wes in the night club washroom. And then I remembered Ryan at the door late last night, after I'd returned from being a slut for Wes's hard dick.
Ryan was wandering around drunk, said he couldn't sleep. Apparently he was keeping his new wife awake and she insisted on getting a full night of rest. He had been stumbling around the resort grounds half-dressed before he found my door. I remembered letting him in and wrapping a towel around my waist to hide my erect cock tenting in the dirty jockstrap. I was too tired to listen to his nonsense rambling, this wasn't the first time I'd experienced him in a drunken state. I told him he could stay but I was going to get some sleep myself, and crawled in bed under the covers.
As all of this came flooding back to me I realized I was no longer under the covers and could feel that the towel was no longer wrapped around my waist. In fact, I could feel the elastic of the jock bunched up under my balls and knew that my cock was laying flaccid and exposed. Furthermore, my leg was pressed up against something warm and I knew immediately I was not alone in the bed.
I opened my eyes a crack to take in the situation without revealing that I was awake. I almost bolted out of bed, lying beside me was Ryan! I calmed myself down and assessed the situation. Ryan was passed out beside me, his face pressed into the pillow as he lay asleep on his stomach. He was still wearing the same tshirt from before, but his bare ass was exposed and the bed sheets were tangled around his feet. My breath caught for a moment as I examined the sun shining on his hairy cheeks, two perfect mounds of flesh practically shining golden in the morning light. At the top of his crack was a light mat of golden brown hair and I could just imagine what was hidden between the fold of his cheeks.
I looked down at my own body and shifted in the bed to pull up the jock, covering my hardening cock. I had a film of cum dried on my chest, pulling at my smooth skin uncomfortably - was this from my encounter with Wes? I couldn't remember.
I must have disturbed Ryan's sleep, because he let out a soft moan and rolled over onto his back. His legs fell open as he turned and his manhood was displayed between his furry thighs. Though his cock was soft, the circumcised head was large and fleshy and the shaft rose substantially from a thick patch of pubes. My eyes followed the tip of his prick up from his belly, examining the definition of his abs showing from under his shirt. I had seen him naked countless times over the years, at the gym or swimming in the lake, but never up close like this. I was in awe.
Perhaps if I had any self-control I would have noticed he was awakening from sleep. While my eyes were glued to his crotch, Ryan turned to me and said, "Good morning."
I jerked upright in bed and flushed in embarrassment - pulling a blanket up over myself to hide my erection. Ryan made no attempt to cover his nakedness. Instead he kicked his legs out and stretched his arms over his head, yawning as he worked his muscles out of their slumber.
"Hell of a night last night, hey?" he said as he finished his stretch.
I stammered something about how we had been drinking too much as Ryan lazily turned his head to look out the window.
"What time is it," he asked and I turned to sit on the side of the bed and check my phone. As I reached for it on the nightstand I spotted his underwear on the floor at my feet... on my side of the bed. My head was racing, I strained to remember if anything had happened last night after I let him in. All I could remember was going to sleep... I hope to god I hadn't done anything stupid.
"It's almost 7," I finally said.
I heard Ryan rise from bed and looked over my shoulder to see him raise his arms overhead for another stretch as he gazed out the window. His shirt jumped up several inches in this position and I caught another look at his furry ass.
He turned and caught me looking, again. "Fuck...," he drawled, "have you seen my shorts?"
I looked away to save myself further embarrassment, and replied, "You weren't wearing any shorts when you showed up last night. You were only wearing these," I held his white briefs up to him, looking at my feet as he approached.
"Thanks man," Ryan said and walked around the bed to retrieve his underwear. He made no effort to hide his dick as he took the briefs from my hand. He stretched one last time almost directly in front of me and I couldn't help but feel he was doing it deliberately. But was it to tease me? Or was there something more to this display? Before I had time to decide he pulled on his briefs and scooped up the shorts I was wearing the night before from the floor.
"Can I borrow these?" he asked even as he pulled them on. All I could think of was how my cum must be dried and crusting inside those shorts.
"Sure," I said, still looking at the floor.
"Man, I hope Felice is still asleep. She was pissed with me last night," Ryan complained. "A woman should be prepared to have sex with her husband on their wedding night, you know what I mean?" he said with a laugh.
I was beyond embarrassed and managed to mumble 'uh huh' without looking up from the floor.
"I gotta run," Ryan continued. "Thanks for helping me out last night. I guess I'll see you in... ummm... like an hour, right?" We were all meeting for breakfast before the day's boat trip.
Ryan stuck out his hand and mussed up my hair as he made his way to the door. "Catch you soon, bud," he said and then he was gone, leaving me sitting on the bed in confusion. I have never seen him act this way before, it was so strange and I was worried I was missing out on something.
I rose to look out the glass door of the balcony. Ryan was hurrying down the path towards his own villa across the compound, his bare feet padding along the pavement. He turned and waved when he noticed me, and then was gone from sight. I lifted my hand to my chest as I watched him go, rubbing at the dried cum. As much as I was beginning to love the feeling of being covered in cum, the thrill lost its magic when the stuff dried out. Amazingly, my ass was still moist from last night's fucking and my thoughts returned to my confusion with Ryan's visit. We didn't? For the life of me I could not remember.
Breakfast was pretty quiet. Felice's girlfriends were both nursing hangovers and the newlyweds were barely speaking to each other. I ended up having a lengthy conversation with Ryan's mom about her garden, but every time she said hose or plow my mind wandered to her son. I had to smarten the hell up, I was acting like a fool.
There was extra space on the boat tour and Felice's mom had managed to get me included on their outing. As our shuttle departed for the marina I found myself wondering when I would see Trent or Wes again. Now that I knew Trent hadn't been the one fucking me in the leather hood, I was looking forward to introducing my ass to his cock in the same way I had with his boyfriend Wes. Kim mentioned that I looked distracted and I made up my mind to focus on my friends for the day - after all they were leaving tomorrow and I still had a few more days to be a whore after they were gone.
The boat ride was pretty breathtaking. We all piled onto a catamaran and sailed along the coast for a couple hours before stopping for lunch at a dolphin habitat. Ryan and Felice had worked out whatever was going on between them and decided to swim with the dolphins, changing into wetsuits for their safety. The rest of us spent the next couple hours drinking and eating before we all piled back onto the boat and headed back to the marina. We returned to the resort late in the afternoon and went our separate ways for a siesta before tonight's farewell celebration.
I dropped my things off in my room and took a walk around the pool. I wasn't sure what I was going to do if I saw Trent or Wes, but I was hoping that I would run into at least one of them and things would just fall into place. Neither were by the pool, and after a few minutes I walked down to the beach to see if they were there.
Again, neither one was anywhere to be found. I did get to stop and watch a beautiful sunset however, and I was moved by how stunning it was. The sunsets up in Canada were considerably less exciting. As I sat in the sand I noticed that the beach had virtually cleared itself of tourists, there were only a handful of others also watching the sunset. Empty beach loungers stretched as far as the eye could see.
The beach was far from empty, however. Walking up and down the water were a handful of handsome men and women, dark skinned and most wearing tiny bathing suits. Tourists were easy to identify because of the wrist bands the resorts made us wear, these were clearly locals. I had heard rumors that hustlers roamed the beaches, hitting up the tourists for free food and drinks from the resorts - often in exchange for certain favors. I had thought it was just an urban legend, I hadn't noticed anyone like that on the beach until now.
Surprisingly, the men far outnumbered the women. There were a couple muscled dudes roaming about, but most of the male hustlers appeared to be younger twink types. They were all cute and lean, walking alone or in pairs. Most were wearing bright colored speedos but occasionally designer looking underwear that could pass for a swimsuit. As the sun passed over the horizon I could honestly say I was enjoying the view.
It was while I sat there that I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see who it was. There, standing in the dusk of the setting sun, was Wes - looking tall and lean and pleased with himself.
"Cruising for cock, slut?" he laughed as he sat in the sand beside me. He didn't wait for my answer, instead continued, "I've got something you might like up that ass of yours."
"Is that so?" I replied, feeling bold all of a sudden, but then flushed with embarrassment and looked out over the water. For a moment, neither of us said anything and sat in silence.
"I've been looking for you all day, where have you been?" Wes finally said. I explained how I had spent the day with the wedding party sailing on the ocean.
He nodded as I spoke before saying, "Do you have some time to go back to your room?" From what little I knew of him, he appeared to be acting strange. He wasn't this nice to me yesterday, either perfectly silent or slurring profanities in my ear when he fucked my ass. Maybe he was just being friendly.
I was a bit reluctant; I told him I had to meet up with the wedding party at 8pm for our last night together. Wes looked at his watch: 6:15, and said, "We've got time. Let's go."
We walked side by side back to my room, my hands in my pockets and Wes fidgeting with the beach tote bag slung over his shoulder. It was a bit of a distance and we had time for some small talk, chatting about how cold it was back home, which coincidentally was the same place.
"Didn't you see us on the flight?" Wes asked doubtfully, "We were sitting three rows behind you." In my defense, there were a lot of people on the plane and I had always been a nervous flier - too concerned with the plane falling out of the sky to pay much attention to other passengers. However, my mind was suddenly considering the possibility of continuing these hot encounters when I returned home.
We made it to my room and I followed Wes in after opening the door. He set his bag down by the bed stand and took a seat on the side of the bed, motioning for me to sit beside him. He put a hand on my bare knee and turned to face me.
"Matthew, I want you to do something for me," he said. He was being very kind and considerate and I wasn't sure I liked where this was going with this, it certainly wasn't doing much to turn me on.
"I'm listening," I replied with a definite lack of enthusiasm.
"I want you to take off your clothes and let me tie you to that chair," he pointed to one of the two chairs in the room. Well this was more on track, I thought, and my cock began to stiffen in my shorts.
"I promise I won't do anything to hurt you," he continued. "I will have you loose with time to spare for your dinner, you won't be late. And you will enjoy what you've got coming. Trust me." His request almost sounded like a plea.
But you know how it goes, you get a boner and all the blood leaves your brain and you find yourself making stupid decisions. "Ok," I said.
What followed was a bit surreal, and lacked the sexual energy I had always imagined getting tied up butt naked would have. Wes pulled the chair into the empty space before the bed, scraping it's legs along the tiled floor. I took off my clothes and sat in the chair, already beginning to lose my erection, while he fished around in his beach bag for rope. He looped rope around my legs and arms, fastening to the chair as he went. With the last of the rope, he criss-crossed my chest and secured me snugly to the chair. He hadn't touched me sexually and hadn't taken off any of his clothes; he wasn't even showing any sign of being aroused when I snuck a glance at his crotch.
"Wes, what's going on? This is getting kind of weird," I complained.
He fished something out of his bag said over his shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." I was beginning to think that's exactly what he had in mind and a wave of panic washed over me.
Wes turned towards me, holding a ball-gag in his hand. The thing was a leather strap with a red rubber ball about the size of a small apple connected in the center. I began to struggle against my bonds as Wes moved behind me and put the gag on me, forcing the ball into my mouth.
"Settle down," he said and took a seat on the bed in front of me. He knew what he was doing when he tied me up, the bonds were not budging and the best I could manage was rocking the chair. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number. After a moment I heard the other end pick up and Wes said, "I got him. Room 5326." He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket.
What the fuck was going on, I wanted to scream - but of course all I could do with the ball-gag in my mouth was drool. I was really starting to panic. What had I gotten myself into? What was Wes going to do to me? Who was he talking to? These questions were racing through my mind and all I could focus on was my own shame. This is what you get for being a reckless slut, the little voice in the back of my head kept saying.
I tried to look at Wes, pleading for him to release me with my eyes, but he wouldn't look at me - he just sat there staring at his feet. After a few minutes Wes had not budged and I began to calm myself down. But then a knock at the door sent my heart racing once again. Wes sprung up from the bed and rushed to the door, opening it to let someone in. "Sorry, I thought I left it unlocked," I heard him say.
Wes and his boyfriend Trent came into view a moment later. Instantly my panic dissipated, I should have known it would be Trent. This must be some little game they're playing with me to get me to submit to their wills - after all they had spent the past two days treating me like their personal cum orifice. Immediately my cock began to harden once again.
"Well take a look at this sorry whore," Trent said, his voice deep and commanding. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of me naked and bound. He laughed to himself as he put the phone away. He took a seat on the bed facing the chair and examined me for a moment, Wes remained standing off to the side.
"You sure are one hot piece of ass, Matthew," Trent continued, "It's no wonder Wes has been so busy fucking you. Isn't that right, boy?"
I tried to agree through the gag, but my words came out muffled and wrong. Suddenly it became clear to me, Trent was speaking to Wes.
"Yes, Sir," Wes said quietly. I hadn't paid Wes much attention since Trent came in the room, but now could see Wes was standing with his hands clasped behind his back and his head hung low in shame.
Trent took a moment before he continued, shifting his gaze from his boyfriend back to me in a slow, deliberate manner.
"It would appear Wes has overstepped his bounds," Trent said, "and has been punished for it. Why don't you go ahead and show Matthew your punishment, boy." It was not a request, it was an order.
Wes obediently slipped his shirt off, followed quickly by his shorts. He stood momentarily in a pair of black boxer briefs and I could see an odd contour to his bulge. Trent barked, "Take it all off," and Wes bent over, pulling his underwear down along the way.
He stood at attention, again folding his hands behind his back, this time holding his head high in defiance. My eyes fell upon his groin, and had my mouth not been gagged it would have dropped open in shock.
Wes no longer had a bush of thick, black pubes. His groin was completely hairless, cock and balls as smooth as a newborn. But even more shocking, he appeared to be wearing some sort of cage over his cock - made of clear plastic and fastened with a small metal padlock. The flesh of his cock was squashed up against the sides of the cage and bulging out slightly, preventing him from getting hard. Wes was locked in a chastity device.
Trent motioned for his boyfriend to come closer and Wes moved to stand beside him, still seated on the bed. Trent reached a hand up to flick his finger against the chastity cage before cupping Wes's balls in his hand.
"Why don't you tell Matthew here what your punishment was," Trent said as he looked into my eyes with that intense stare of his.
Wes hesitated a moment and Trent gave his balls a hard tug. He grunted in discomfort and then said, "Sir shaved me bare as punishment for fucking you without his permission the first time. He said only real men deserve to have hair, all I deserved was a smooth boycock." He certainly looked like he was taken down a peg, his masculine cock and balls now looked like an adolescent boy's.
"Go on," Trent ordered.
"Sir locked me in a chastity cage as punishment for fucking you the second time without his permission. I am not allowed to take it off until he has fucked me in front of you." Wes hung his head in shame even as my cock began to throb in erection. Things were starting to fall into place in my mind and I was no longer afraid for my own safety.
"So what do you think, Matthew? Should I fuck him?" Trent flashed me a wicked grin. "I could always fuck you instead, and little Wes here will have to keep wearing this cage," he gently slapped Wes's enclosed cock for emphasis.
Wes met my eyes and shook his head slightly, pleading for me to release him with a look. Trent pushed him away and leaned forward, his head close to mine. "Should I do it? Should I fuck him?" he said. I nodded in agreement.
"Well it looks like your lucky day, boy," Trent said as he stood up from the bed. "You aren't even going to have to wear that cage for a full day, what a disappointment." His hands went to his cargo shorts, opening them and pushing them down his thighs. His huge cock sprang into view and he gave it a stroke as he slid his tshirt off with the other hand. "Get it nice and wet, boy. You're going to get fucked."
Wes dropped to his knees in front of me and began to suck on his boyfriend's cock. I couldn't believe it, I had never seen anyone else have sex before and suddenly it was happening two feet in front of my face. My cock was throbbing in lust, if I wasn't tied to the chair I could have stroked myself to orgasm in a matter of seconds.
Wes got Trent's cock wet with slobber. It seemed to be less of a blow job and more of an effort to get his dick as wet as possible. The sight of his full lips and stubble covered face sliding back and forth over Trent's huge cock was mesmerizing. Trent grabbed the back of his boyfriends head and bucked his hips forward several times until Wes sputtered and choked.
He pushed Wes's face away and took a step back. "Get on the bed and spread your ass," he barked. Wes jumped up onto the mattress and got down on his hands and knees, sticking his ass high in the air. His puckered asshole was in my direct line of sight, and his cock fell limply between his legs encased in hard plastic. Apparently a smooth 'boycock' also included a hairless ass.
Trent followed him onto the bed and pushed him around so I would have a better angle to watch them fuck. He wasted no time mounting his boyfriend's hips, plunging his huge cock into the prone ass in one quick movement. Wes howled in pain, the only lube he had was from his frantic blowjob moments before.
"Keep it down, boy. You don't want Matthew's friends hearing you squeal," Trent said as he thrust himself again into Wes's ass. As his boyfriend stifled another yell I was thankful that none of my friends were in the same villa for they surely would have heard the ruckus Wes was making.
Trent began his assault in full on Wes's ass. He was not being gentle, he pounded himself into Wes with no thought of consideration other than his own pleasure. Wes's caged dick was swinging back and forth between his legs as Trent's cock hit home, coming up to hit the shaved skin where his pubes had been with each thrust. The sight of the two of them fucking in front of me, on my bed, was amazing. I thrust my own hips forward in the chair, straining against my bonds and pointing towards their sweaty bodies with my stiff member. It was driving me crazy that I was restrained, I was desperate for my own erotic release.
Wes's pain soon turned to pleasure and he let his head fall to the bed as he moaned into the sheets. That was the very same position I was in when Wes had fucked me practically 24 hours ago in the same spot.
Trent kept grunting. "Take my cock, take my fucking cock," he said as he pounded his boyfriend's ass. Before long, he pulled hard on Wes's hips and held himself still, his prick balls deep in warm cunt. The look on his face spoke volumes, and it was clear he was depositing a load of cum deep inside Wes.
Trent let out a shudder and his body shook as he came. He thrust into Wes's ass a few more times, grunting with each plunge. And with that he was done, he pulled his cock out with a wet plop and pushed Wes away from him. He turned and collapsed on the bed, laying with his legs spread open before me. His member was slick with semen and it flopped lazily on his abdomen. His hands were propped behind his head and his face held a look of smug satisfaction.
"Was it good for you too, bitch?" he said and I was unsure whether he was speaking to me or his boyfriend. Wes had fallen off of the bed when Trent pushed him away, and he pulled himself to his feet standing in front of me. His hips looked red where Trent had gripped him and the crack of his ass was slick and wet.
He remained with his back facing me and pleaded, "What about this?" His hand pushed the chastity cage up and away from his body.
"You know what you need to do," was all Trent said.
Wes stood silent for a moment, and then looked back over his shoulder at me. I was still so turned on by their fuck session I hadn't been paying much attention to their conversation. All I could think of was how badly I wanted to cum.
Before I knew what was happening, Wes backed himself into me and pulled his cheeks apart to expose his cummy asshole. He didn't need to hold my cock up, it was already standing at attention. He centered himself on my lap and sat down, plunging my cock into his wet, slimy ass. I could feel Trent's warm cum acting as a lubricant as Wes slid himself down my member. He pushed himself down until he was sitting firmly in my lap, cum oozing from his hole, matting into my pubic hair and sticking to my balls. I tried to moan in pleasure and managed instead to lose a mouthful of drool around the ball-gag.
Wes raised himself up until just the head of my cock remained in his hole, then sat back down taking me fully as more cum seeped from his ass. I was already so close to cumming just watching the two men fuck, I knew I couldn't hold out to this sensation. I hadn't fucked another man for years and had forgotten how good a warm, wet hole could feel.
Wes raised himself up and down two more times before I lost control and blew my load. I added my seed to Trent's deep in his ass and struggled against the bonds as my body convulsed in ecstasy. Wes kindly sat still when he realized I was cumming, I wasn't sure I couldn't handle the intensity of the sensation otherwise, the loss of personal control was frustrating.
I let my head fall backwards and I attempted to catch my breath through my nose while looking up at the ceiling. Trent began to clap, slow and deliberate, congratulating us on putting on a good show. He leaned over the bed and pulled a small key from his shorts, tossing it to Wes as he still sat on my lap with my softening cock buried inside him.
Wes worked the key into the lock on his chastity device. He removed the lock and began to disassemble the cage, releasing his cock after separating several adjustable pieces. In a matter of seconds, his prick was free from confinement and already stiffening into a considerable hardon.
He pulled himself up off of me and I immediately missed the feeling of his warm insides. My cock had gone soft and it flopped loosely down against my thigh, slick with cum and Wes's ass-juices.
Wes turned around and knelt before me, I wanted to say I wasn't ready for a blow job just yet but the ball-gag kept me quiet. Instead, he reached forth and took my soft prick in his hands.
"I'm sorry," he said as he began to fasten the chastity device onto my cock. I tried to yell, kick out my legs or flail my arms - anything to protest, but I was helpless against him. Wes snapped a thick ring around the base of my cock and I could see the cage was made from a clear acrylic plastic. Through the a small hole in the seam of the cockring, he slid a peg to lock the device closed. He then slipped my soft prick into a short tube of clear acrylic with two matching pegs before attaching it all together with the cock ring peg. In a heartbeat he hooked the padlock onto the device and snapped it closed. I was locked into chastity.
Wes stood up and gave the key to Trent. In my horror of having my cock locked away, I hadn't even noticed Trent had gotten dressed. He slipped the key into his pocket and came forward to give the cock cage a tug. It did not budge, though my prick was beginning to swell up in the confines of the plastic tube.
"Looks good on you, whore," he said. "They're much easier to put on right after you've shot a load. Your dick is soft and it slides right in without a problem."
I was at a loss for words, not that the ball-gag would have let me convey them anyway.
"So your friends leave tomorrow, am I right?" Trent asked and I nodded in agreement. "You come find me after they're gone and maybe I'll let you out of that thing." He must have seen the look of relief wash over my face, his chuckle was almost friendly. "But you're mine for the rest of your vacation. Your ass belongs to me. Your mouth belongs to me. Your cock belongs to me. Your body belongs to me. I will do whatever I want with you, is that understood?" His look was no longer friendly.
I didn't have a choice, I nodded once again in agreement. I wouldn't have passed up the opportunity if I had been given the choice anyway, but I saw no reason to let Trent know I was so eager to serve him.
Trent smiled and said, "I thought so." He turned to Wes and said, "I'm going for dinner, meet me at the buffet in 10 minutes." And with that, he turned and left.
Wes stood before me for a moment before saying, "I suppose I should thank you, that cage is a pain in the ass to wear." I could see what he meant, already it felt quite uncomfortable with my cock straining to get hard trapped inside. "I knew he wouldn't go very hard on me. Your sweet ass was worth it."
I think I was beginning to understand the complexity of Trent and Wes's relationship. Wes began to put his clothes back on. Once he was finished he stood behind me and removed the ball-gag and untied the rope across my chest, leaving only my arms and legs tied to the chair.
I mumbled a thank you as he positioned himself in front of me to remove the rest of the bonds. He hesitated though, and stood up before me and opened up his shorts, pushing them down to expose his ass. He lifted a leg and put his foot on the arm of the chair beside my bound hand. He leaned forward and at the same time pushed a hand behind himself, sliding a finger into his slick chute. He let out a soft moan as he pulled his finger out, holding it in front of my face slick with cum.
"A little present for you," he said as he pushed his finger into my mouth. I sucked and held the mix of cum on my tongue, savoring the taste of my seed mixed with Trent's. Wes pulled away and pulled his shorts back up.
"You might not get to taste your cum again for a while, slut. You should savor that taste," he said to me as he knelt to loosen the ropes restraining my wrists. Though I was positioned above him, he looked up into my face with a look of authority. "Pecking order goes like this; Trent. Me. Then you. Got it?" he swatted his hand into my caged dick as he waited for my response.
"Yes," I managed to say.
"Good. You should be able to work your way out of those bonds yourself now." He rose to stand and then turned to leave. "Enjoy the rest of your evening." And he was gone.
I wiggled my arms free of the ropes and released my legs. I stood up to stretch my sore limbs, conscious of my caged cock. I looked down to examine the chastity cage and it didn't take long to realize my dick wasn't going to slip out without breaking the thing to pieces. Though I had just cum a few minutes ago, I was already pining over losing access to my most favorite toy. I gave the lock a tug in frustration, it did not budge.
Defeated, I checked the time. Wes was true to his word, I wouldn't be late for dinner. I still had enough time for a shower and a shave - which made me think of Wes's shaved pubes. At least I still had mine, I thought, as I gathered up the ropes from the floor and shoved them into a drawer with the leather hood and ball-gag. I was beginning to amass quite a collection, who knows what else would end up in this drawer before the end of my holiday.
I flipped the lock on the door closed as I passed to the bathroom, hopping in the shower to clean myself up. I was excited to submit myself to Trent tomorrow and couldn't wait to see what the rest of the week held in store for me. But first, dinner with Ryan and the wedding party. If my cock hadn't been caged, I am sure it would have sprung to attention as I showered, remembering Ryan's lovely, furry ass in my bed this morning.