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No Break by Master Lou
Part VIII
Things sure can happen fast. One day you're studying, wishing the relentless snow would just stop and hanging out with your best buddy and the rest of your friends on campus. A week later, you end up controlling your hunky friend's entire access to his own cock and using that to exhibit and humiliate him on a warm beach. You gotta love spring break. Of course, there was no break for Mark.
Mark was in a tough place and still he was thriving there. I had the only keys to the cockcage that was locked onto his balls and through his P.A. jewelry. I had his dick completely trapped, unable even to get hard without causing the sharp teeth on the top of his CB2000 to dig painfully into his wood. Of course, this didn't stop him from having sex with the couple of women we hooked up with, or learning to suck my cock. It just kept him from getting any release himself during sex.
I did let him out of the cage each night so his morning stiffie wouldn't cause him any agony. With the vibrating buttplug in his ass as a substitute for any stimulation on his cock he started drawing a large crowd each morning while he fetched his ice. I think Greg and Shannon were quietly advertising Mark's humiliation. Everyone found it funny and sexy seeing Mark out in the hallway, hands bound behind his back, clutching an empty ice bucket. Bare assed. Cock rock hard, curving up to the ceiling, and dripping from the action going on in his ass. Mark never outright admitted that he wanted the phallic object buzzing away in his butt. He definitely cooperated after that first time in getting his ass filled with the buttplug. Who could blame him? It was his only chance to have any sexual stimulation at all outside of the cockcage. And remember, the cage wouldn't allow him to get hard.
While out in the hallway getting his ice, the guys who started to gather would taunt him and ridicule him. A couple of the ladies would grab at his oozing meat or grab the bit of his ass not covered by his bound hands and the ice bucket. I don't suppose they would have noticed the vibrations of the plug because it was so deep inside him, but I can't tell that for sure. I never did feel his ass for myself while it was stuffed and stimulated.
I shouldn't say that the buttplug was the only stimulation he got while out of the cage. There was the morning after his date with Joanna.
It started when she looked him up and asked him out. I'm skeptical that Mark would have asked her himself that week. His enforced chastity and exposure was causing a change in Mark. He became so desperate to please -- especially me who held his key - and a little less aggressive in dealing with people in general. Joanna knew the score from the night of the banana contest when she taught him to deepthroat the fruit. He accepted her invitation.
I went to dinner alone that evening, had a beer at a nearby haunt and ended up returning to the room earlier than usual. I was comfortable but bored when Mark returned to the room around midnight. He had Joanna with him.
"Hi, Lou." he started. "Thought you wouldn't mind me bringing Joanna back here. We had some great seafood and got to dance some. Both of us are partied out for the night."
After Joanna and I said hello to each other, she headed into the bathroom. Mark came over close to my bed and stunned me by admitting, "Joanna said her roommate Andrea would be in their hotel room and the way Andrea freaked out about my chastity device Saturday night, it wouldn't be a good idea for me to go there. Anyway, Joanna and I want to have sex and you'll have to help me out by unlocking me or fucking her for me, Lou."
My cock answered for me even before I could find my voice to agree.
The sex was hot, heavy and passionate. Mark never mentioned getting unlocked again. All three of us on the bed, the floor and our room's only couch together. I fondled Joanna's and Mark's butts at the same time while they kissed. Joanna wanted to see whether Mark remembered his coaching so with only a slight hesitation, he sucked my cock all the way to the root while she watched. Joanna was so turned on, we could smell her pussy juices flowing down her leg. Then I sat back and cooled off (only a little) watching him tongue her. Unlike with Donna, we insisted Mark join in as I screwed Joanna's pussy. He held, stroked and licked us both in turns while I stuffed her cunt.
In the end, we fell into one of the double beds all together with Joanna in the middle. I could not leave Mark in the cage. He was accustomed to being tied to the bed at night, not locked in the CB2000. I tied his wrists above his head and his ankles together at the bottom of the bed and unlocked each of his locks. Joanna did the honors of slipping the cage off Mark's neglected dick.
I fell asleep easily, waking the next day to Mark's animated moans. It seems Mark's cock didn't stay neglected all night. Whenever Joanna stirred during the night, she'd spoon up to him with me behind her and tickle his cock. His stomach was a mess with precum and his cock was boned and looked more swollen than it had from his usual morning wood. Joanna had behaved herself admirably by not going far enough to make Mark cum. She sensed that only his keyholder should have charge of that. I told her how happy I was with her for that and Mark responded with his most lurid and pleading moan yet.
We spared Mark and thrilled the men in the crowd in the hotel hall that morning by sending out the very adventurous Joanna, naked with the ice bucket. She was not bound at all, just strolling freely to the utility room and back for ice. I don't know what the crowd really thought about Mark's daily humiliation, but I'm pretty sure they were more confused and envious after Joanna helped him out that day.
At any rate, Mark ended up stimulated, frustrated and once again locked securely in his cock restraint before the two of them went to breakfast and he took Joanna home to her own hotel.
(to be continued)