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Beach”This is a sex vacation,” Tommy said.”You know what that means.”I was quiet and did not reply feeling both excitement and trepidation atthe prospect of another beach vacation.”I know you know what that means,” injected Tommy into the silence.”Yes,” I said.”So be prepared.”Tommy had purposely given me 10 days notice of his intentions. 10 days towonder. 10 days to speculate. 10 days to be anxious. 10 days to thinkabout our past two beach vacations.One thing I knew for sure: I would be naked most of the time – whether inour rented condo or at the nude beach –while Tommy would be dressed.Tommy didn’t like being naked. While I slept naked at Tommy’s insistence,he always wore boxers and a t-shirt. In fact, the only times I saw Tommynaked was in the shower or when we had sex. He didn’t even take off hisclothes at the nude beach.I knew I would be naked except for five dog choke chains I would be wearingon each appendage and around my neck. Tommy created them from dog chainshe purchased in the Pet Department at Wal-Mart four years ago when we wentto Florida for our first beach vacation. Cut to size and then attachedwith a small oval link and some superglue, there was no way to remove themwithout Tommy’s help and a bolt cutter. It was humiliating. I remembergetting on an elevator at the condo and feeling stares from everyone. Youcan’t help but notice the dog chain I had around my neck which is no bigdeal until you notice the same chains around each wrist and each ankle.Tommy said he loved having me in these chains because he could (and did)quickly immobilize me with a couple of zip ties and release me just asquickly with only a pair of scissors.I prepared myself for Tommy to introduce something new. Some new behavior.Some new sex toy. Some new dynamic into our sexuality. On each beachvacation Tommy tested new components to our relationship. Starting fouryears ago when we first planned on going to the nude beach for a week,Tommy would plan, organize and surprise me with a new sexual twist. Afterthe vacation was over, we would have a candid discussion about theexperiences and decide what aspects we would integrate into our sex lifeback home.Four years ago at the beach. It is here that the story – and mytransformation began.—-The first beach vacation seemed to focused on my ass. Actually it is morecorrect to say that Tommy focused on my ass.It started on our drive south to the rented condo in Florida. We stoppedto eat breakfast and when we were done Tommy pulled out a chrome-platedmetal plug and set it on the table.”I know people don’t have dessert with breakfast but I have a dessert foryou.”He stood up and picked up the bill.”Go in the bathroom and put that in,” he ordered.”But I don’t have any lube, “I said.”I do. You can go to the bathroom and wait for me to put it in you or putit in yourself – use spit, soap – whatever you want for lube,” he said.I grimaced. I knew from experience that if I waited in the bathroom forTommy to bring in some lube he would make me strip completely naked beforeplugging me – an effort to humiliate me in front of some guy who needed totake a leak after his morning coffee. I looked around, slightly panickedthen saw two tabs of butter sitting on the table – left over from mymorning pancakes.”I’ve got it,” I said, grabbed the butter and the silver plug and headedtoward the bathroom.”Good boy,” Tommy said loudly.In the car Tommy shared his plans for the week. “I expect you to be filledall of the time. I brought a number of different sized butt toys with usfor you to use. In anything you do — sleep, eat, walk on the beach, relaxin the hot tub, swim in the pool – anything — for the next week you willdo it plugged.””What if I need to take a shit?” I asked.”Hold it ” Tommy said sternly. “But don’t worry. I brought the tools toclean you out every morning in the shower. I really doubt you will need togo at other times.”I was worried about this plan Tommy had to keep me plugged all week. Afterall the longest I had ever had anything in my ass was during sex and thelargest toy Tommy ever put in me was a small penis-shaped dildo.Tommy must have seen my concern because he put his hand on my thighassuredly and said, “Don’t worry baby. It will be OK. I have a harness tokeep the dildos in and the plugs are shaped so that they can stay inside ofyou. The plugs are nice because you will have something to clamp on tokeep the beer from leaking out.””What does that mean?” I asked.”You’ll see.—-We arrived at our condo and no sooner had we unpacked when Tommy told me tostrip and get in the shower / tub. Five minutes later, Tommy came into thebathroom carrying a very large fat flesh colored dildo, a white hose thathad a nozzle at one end and a tub spout attachment at the other end and adrinking glass. He affixed the hose onto the tub spout and switched thediverter from the shower. A steady stream of water flowed from the nozzle.”Turn around. It’s time for your cleaning.”. he said.I dutifully obeyed.”Put your hands on the wall and bend over,” he continued.I did as he instructed.He reached between my legs and tugged on the chrome plug. It popped outand I felt the coolness of some lubricant and his fingers in my hole”I don’t know about this,” I warned, not ever had an enema before.”Just relax,” he said as he inserted the nozzle up my ass.The pressure in my gut was unlike anything I ever felt before.”I can’t!” I cried.”It’s OK,’ said Tommy. “Just let it out. Good boy.”I did as I was told and no sooner had I crapped all over the shower thenTommy put the nozzle back up my ass. We did this three more times untilthe water that flowed from me was mostly clear.After he used the enema hose to spray down the shower from the mess Iexpelled from my ass, Tommy asked, “You ready for a deeper flush?””I don’t know – I guess so, “I said hesitantly.”Then hold on tight, here is comes.”And with that, Tommy inserted the nozzle up my ass again.”I started to relax my sphincter to let out the water as I had done theprevious three times but Tommy quickly pulled out the nozzle and placed thepalm of his free hand over my hole. He held it there as I arched my backand groaned.”I have to let it out,” I cried out.”Take a deep breath,” Tommy instructed.I did as I was told.”Now let it out.”I did.”Again. Deep breath.” Tommy said.I did.”Now let it out.”As I released my breath for the second time Tommy moved his hand andre-inserted the enema nozzle up my ass. I could feel pressure in my gut.I looked down and at my growing distended stomach.”I can’t take this,” I said.”Sure you can,” Tommy replied as he reached under my legs and startedmassaging my hard cock. “Besides, you clearly like it.”With each stroke on my shaft, my sphincter clamped down around the nozzleand more water filled my gut.”Please please Tommy,” I begged. “I can’t take any more.””Hold it,” Tommy demanded, ignoring me as he pulled out the nozzle andreplaced it with his hand as he had done before.”I can feel your hole expanding against my palm,” said Tommy “It is turningme on big time.”Tommy stopped stroking my cock to reach down and retrieve the dildo. Hequickly moved his hand covering my hole and pressed the tip of the didoagainst it. I could feel my ass lips expand around the girth of the fatdildo as Tommy penetrated my hole.”I can’t do this,” I pleaded.”Sure you can,” Tommy replied. “The water inside you want to escape and itwill help your ass gobble up the dildo.”He was right. The pressure to release was incredible and each time mysphincter convulsed and I pushed to expel the water inside me, Tommy pushedthe dildo further up my ass. When it was in all the way Tommy pushed myfeet apart with this right leg. The position was awkward and I foundmyself ever-so-slightly squatting. He pushed his body tightly against mineand pressed his right thigh against the base of the dildo that waspartially inside my ass. Tommy reached around and started jerking me off.As he did I found myself leaning back against him and impaling my holeagainst the dildo.”Easy. Easy,” I pleaded. “You are being too rough.””I’m not doing anything,” Tommy replied. “You are the one thrustingyourself onto the dildo.”He was right again. The sensations were driving me into a frenzied stateof sexual excitement. The cramping from the water in my gut, the pressureof the water against my prostate from the inside and the pressure of thedildo pushing against my prostate from the outside coupled with Tommy’sjerking my cock was overwhelming.I whimpered as I approached orgasm and as I shot my load I lost all control– impaling myself fully on the dildo repeatedly. As I came, Tommy held aglass under my cock and collected all my spunk.He stepped back, laughed and jerked himself off as he watched me expel thedildo and empty my bowels all over the shower tub. When he came hecollected it in the same glass that already had my cum.”Looks like a good quarter of a cup,” Tommy said to me as he got out of theshower.”Hungry?” Tommy asked as he dried himself off..”Sure am,” I replied. “I feel so empty right now I think I could eat ahorse.””OK, but before you consume anything I need to take these.” Tommy went tothe sink and returned with six tablets and a full glass of water.”What are they?” I asked.”Colon cleanser. Basically psyllium husks, acidophilus and aloe vera. Itwill keep you healthy so I can have at it with your ass with littleworries. Half hour from now you can eat.”The half hour seemed to take forever and when it had passed I asked Tommy,”What’s for dinner? Pasta? Pizza?””You plugged?” Tommy responded with a question.”You were serious?” I asked.”Go get the chrome plug and some lube then bring them here,” he instructed.Eager to eat, I did as I was told.”Give me the plug and lube then turn around.”I felt the pressure of the plug filling my ass and was aroused even thoughI had just had an orgasm an hour ago.Tommy placed his fingers under my chin and guided my lips to his. He gaveme a long passionate kiss.Still holding my chin with his hand he looked directly in my eyes and said,”All week all the time.”I nodded in the affirmative and then asked, “Pizza?””Nope. Protein drink,” Tommy replied as he mixed a heaping scoop of wheyprotein powder in a blender with some orange juice. When he finishedmixing what was to be the first of many meals throughout the week, hepoured it into the glass containing our combined cum. He mixed it slightlywith a spoon then looked at me and said, “Drink up!”—-The next morning Tommy led me through a process of packing up supplies forthe nude beach: towels, straw mats to sit on, sunscreen, windscreen – forboth the wind and privacy according to Tommy, water, Budweiser (Tommy’sfavorite beer) and cheap, generic beer. Tommy also produced an enemy bulb,lube and a new butt plug a bit larger than the chrome one I already hadinside me.”What’s that for?” I asked looking at the enema bulb and butt plug.”We are trying a new way to consume beer,” he said.”You mean I am trying a new way to consume beer,” I interjected.”Don’t worry it will be fine,” Tommy said, ignoring me.We had so much gear that we needed backpacks to carry it all. Plus Tommyinsisted that we walk as far as possible at the nude beach: past the”straight” section, past the “gay” section and past the “cruisy” section.We got all our gear set up and Tommy told me to get naked. He kept hisshorts on.Tommy opened four of the cheap generic beers and poured one into the enemabulb. It fizzed over a little bit and he put the tip on. He told me to laydown on the straw mat on my left side and pull my knees up.He reached between the crack of my ass and taking a firm grip on the chromeplug pulled it out of me.”Good,” Tommy said inspecting the plug.. “Nice and clean.”I felt strangely empty but not for long as I felt the lubricated tip of theenema bulb against my hole. I could feel the beer entering my ass, thefizz creating a strange cramp-like sensation.”You OK,” Tommy asked.”I don’t know,” I replied. “It is a little strange and I feel like I haveto take a crap.””It’s the beer. Hold on a moment and the alcohol will relax you.”Tommy pulled out the enema bulb and let it fill up with air so he couldcompletely empty it inside of me. He filled it with a second beer andrepeated the process. Then again with the third and then the fourth. Hewent really fast through this procedure and before I gave in to the urge toexpel the beer I felt the lubricated tip of the large plug pressed againstmy hole”That’s enough for today,” he said. “This will help you keep the beer in,”and he pushed the butt plug up my ass. I felt my ass lips slip over thewidest part of the dildo and then settle on the neck at the base.”If you feel like you can’t keep the beer inside, just clamp your assholetightly around the plug. Practice it now. C’mon do it.”Tommy observed me like a scientist as I practiced clenching around theplug. I could already feel the world spinning from the alcohol.Tommy told me to lay on my back and once I did he began to stroke my cock -first slowly then quickly. It was a nice distraction from the pressure ofthe beer in my gut.When I came, Tommy cupped his hand over the head of my dick to catch itall.”Eat it,” he said as he held my hand to my mouth.As I licked my cum from the palm of Tommy’s hand I was startled by moaningto my left. I turned my head to see two other naked men jerking off whilethey peered over the windscreen at the spectacle Tommy had made of me.Whether it was the beer that Tommy injected into my ass or the sexualstimulation or being exposed on the beach or a combination of it all – Iwas oblivious to my audience.So began our daily beach routine. I wasn’t allowed to drink any alcohol.I could only take it up my ass. Administered by Tommy. Administered oftenwith an audience.Tommy was diligent throughout all of our activities during the week. Hesaid he wanted us to learn my limits with this new initiative and to thisend he kept a log recording how much and when he injected beer up my ass aswell as the effects I felt and when I felt them. He kept my beer-filledass corked with a medium-large butt plug at the beach so I could walk backto the car at the end of each day without shitting myself.Each night when we returned to our condo, Tommy would have me shower andthen he would hogtie me on the bed using my ready-access dog chains andsome zip ties. He would shove the large flesh colored dildo up my asskeeping it in place with a creative use of duct tape then go off to enjoythe Jacuzzi. Although I wasn’t aware of the time, Tommy said he let me laythere bound and impaled for an hour each night before returning and feedingme his cock. After he shot his load down my throat he would jerk me offagain then have me lick my cum from his hand. Then he would inject me withmore beer.At night he let me sleep with a smaller pacifier-type plug as long as Ididn’t leak on the bed. I didn’t.Each morning before we packed up our beach gear, Tommy would remove my plugand let me sit on the toilet. He then insured that I was “clean as awhistle” by flushing me out in the shower / tub while he jerked me off thenfed me my cum.The week became a blur for me. Cleansing enemas in the morning, cumming,beer injected up my ass on the beach, lying naked in the sun, plugged,cumming while others watched, hog-tied on the bed, cumming, more beerinjected up my ass, asleep with a pacifier in my ass.By day two my ass lips felt like they were on fire and my sphincter feltlike it was going to explode. I came in buckets all week long.All of which Tommy had me swallow.Tommy raised the bar on our second beach vacation, which happened tocoincide with Spring Break.Initially Tommy did everything like he did from the first vacation. Hegave me a morning cleansing enema, plugged me with a dildo, jerked me offand made me eat my cum. He put a butt plug in my ass and as we packed forthe beach he told me I would only take illegal bahis alcohol up my ass – no drinkingallowed.Once we were unpacked and I was naked Tommy told me to lay down so he couldfeed me beer.”You should be an old pro at this by now,” he said as he injected the firstof 6 beers up my ass.It was a Thursday and it was overcast. There were few people on the beachso I had no audience to perform for Tommy corked me with the butt plug ashe had done in the past. As I laid there intoxicated, Tommy put twofingers first on my lips and then told me to open my mouth. I did and heput his fingers in my mouth. He pushed them farther and farther backtoward my throat until I gagged and pulled away.”Your throat needs some training,” he said as he once again moved hisfinger toward the back of my throat.I gagged and pulled away again.”See what I mean?” he stated more than asked.”But don’t worry, we’ll fix this by the end of the week.”The next morning Tommy said, “Get dressed, we’re going shopping.””For what?” I asked.”Training supplies,” Tommy replied cryptically.—-First stop was at a souvenir store. I aimlessly walked around while Tommysearched the shelves. He clearly was a man with a mission. He was lookingfor something.”Let’s go,” he ordered walking toward the cash register carrying a cleartube connected to a large orange funnel that was labeled “I got wasted atDaytona.”The clerk rang in the beer funnel then looked at Tommy and said, “Tendollars and fifty one cents. Planning to drink a lot of beer tonight?””Not drink,” replied Tommy handing the clerk a ten and a five.”Huh?” the clerk asked looking at Tommy.”There’s other ways to get beer inside of you besides your mouth,” Tommystarted, smiling at the clerk. Then, looking directly at me continued,”Right?” as if looking for a response.The clerk looked me in the eyes and then I followed his gaze, his eyeswide, as he surveyed the chain around my neck and then the chains around mywrists.He leaned forward over the counter half smiling to confirm that I didindeed have chains around my ankles.”Four dollars and 49 cents is your change,” he said to Tommy. Then added,”Sir.””You got that right,” Tommy said. “Let’s go.”I just stood there. Frozen. Blushing.”I said let’s go. You’ve got beer to drink – er I mean get inside of you.:”I looked up and noticed the clerk, almost chuckling now that he was in onTommy’s personal joke – me.”Have a NICE day you guys,” The clerk said. Then looking at me continued,:”Don’t drink too much if you can help it.”We walked out and as we got in the car I turned to Tommy and said, “Thatwas humiliating.””Get used to it, there’s more at our next stop.”——-I shuddered as we pulled into the parking lot of the hardware store.”What are we going to get here?” I asked.”I told you. training supplies,” Tommy said looking sternly at me.”C’mon.”Tommy walked directly over to the rope hardware section.”Great,” I thought, “He is going to ask which ropes tie off best to mychains.”You probably think we are here to buy rope,” Tommy said to me as ahandsome 18-year old college boy walked up to us.”Can I help you?” asked the clerk.”Do you have any stainless steel O-rings?” Tommy asked the clerk while helooked directly at me watching my eyes widen.”I just saw a checkout guy at a souvenir store with the same look as you,”Tommy said to me.”Yes,” said the clerk. “Follow me.”And Tommy did. And I did.In the next aisle we found a selection of various sized O-rings each in aseparate shrink wrapped packages.”Will this do?” asked the clerk of Tommy.”Too small for me,” said Tommy.”How about this one?” asked the clerk.”Too big for him,” said Tommy.Before the clerk could figure out what was going on, Tommy pointed atanother -O-ring on the pegboard display. “This one might just work.””Let’s see,” Tommy said to the clerk while looking at me. “Can I take thisout of the packaging to see if it is the right size – I mean I think it is- but I want to be sure.””Uhm, O.K.” said the clerk.Tommy ripped the package, took the ring out, looked at me and said, “Comehere.”I didn’t move. Blushing.”Coooommmmeeee heeeerrrrreee,” Tommy said again slowly but firmly.As I walked toward Tommy and the clerk looking at the ground I could feelmyself simultaneously blushing from the and getting erect.”Look at me,” Tommy said holding the O-ring in his hand.I complied.”Now open your mouth. Wide,” Tommy said.I complied.Then Tommy too the O-ring and put it in my mouth.”Perfect fit,” Tommy said to the clerk. “No tooth marks tonight.””I gotta go.” The clerk said uncomfortably.”O.K. but I need some twine – not nylon – but a nylon mix,” Tommy added.”For now.”We paid for the ring and the twine and after we got back in the car, Iturned to Tommy and angrily said, “What the hell are you doing?”Tommy stared at me steel eyed for what seemed like an eternity then spoke.”First, don’t ever ask me what I am doing. Ever. Second. Well. How elseam I going to recruit trainers?”He smiled like a young boy up to no good.My stomach almost turned when I heard Tommy say “trainers” and I was afraidto ask what he meant.We got back to the condo and Tommy insisted I get naked right away so hecould try out the funnel he got at the souvenir shop.As I lay on my back naked on the kitchen floor, Tommy lubed the tip of thehose. He pushed it on my asshole and I squirmed.”I can’t take that” I said. “The edges. They’re too sharp.””One minute,” Tommy said getting up to go in the bed room to get something.He quickly returned concealing something silver in is hands. He kneltbetween my legs then lifted them resting both of my ankles on hisshoulders.”Relax,” he said pushing something into my ass, “This will help a lot.”He reached down and began to do something with whatever it was he insertedin my ass. He counted out loud, “One, two, three, four…” and as he did Icould feel my sphincter expanding. Each passing number seemed to stretchme wider and wider.When he reached nineteen, I breathed hard and said, “O.K. That’s enough.””Shut up. Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two…that’s it. Now that’s enough.You OK?” Tommy asked.”Yes.””O.K. I am putting the funnel hose in now.””I can’t feel it.””That’s because your ass is stretched wide like the Grand Canyon,” Tommylaughed. “Alright I am going to close the speculum and take it out.”” Speculum” I wondered to myself. “Where does he get this stuff?””I don’t think you appreciate the amount of research and planning I putinto these vacations. I look everywhere for the tools, toys, plans andsituations to get you off and bring you pleasure,” Tommy said.Clearly I had been wondering aloud and not to myself.Tommy lifted the funnel up and poured a beer in. Then another. Thenanother. Then another. Then another. Five beers. It was wild watchingthe beer and the bubbles through the clear tube connecting the funnel andmy ass. I could see the progress of the liquid flowing inside me throughthe tube. It was flowing into me much faster than when Tommy used theenema bulb. I clenched my ass lips tight around the tube. Tommy would notbe happy if I made a mess on the kitchen floor. Finally I saw thewaterline for the last of the beer descending through the clear tube andinto my ass.”Ugh,” I said. “That is fast… I don’t think I can hold it.””Yeah,” Tommy replied. “It’s because this tube is so much bigger than thetypical enema nozzle you are used to. Just relax and let it go back up thehose – it is wide enough – just keep your ass clenched around the hose.”I did as Tommy instructed and I could see the beer going back up the tubeto the funnel along with what must have been fecal matter from my gut.”That’s gross,” I said.”Don’t worry about it. When you are ready to take it back in just let itflow back in.”Eventually my world was spinning and Tommy took out the hose and corked myass with a butt plug.”Just lay there for a while and enjoy the buzz. I have to work on yourring,” Tommy said as he got up.I don’t know how long I was there on the floor but it was long enough forTommy to wrap white twine all round the O-ring and then braid the ends. Hecame into the bathroom and asked me to sit up. Then he knelt behind me andtold me to open his mouth. Once I did he put the ring in my mouth and thentied it behind my head.”Nice fit,” he said. “Is it comfortable?”I nodded my head that it was.Tommy removed it and then kissed the back of my head.”You O.K.?” he inquired. “Nothing going to leak out.””I’m O.K. What’s in is staying in,” I replied.”C’mon then,” Tommy said as he stood then extended me a hand to get up.”Put on your shorts. We have some recruiting to do.”While I put on my shorts I saw Tommy put the beer funnel and six beers in abrown shopping bag.”What’s that for?” I asked.”Recruiting tools,” Tommy replied.”Aren’t you going to wash the funnel?” I asked.”Nope,” Tommy said with a grin. “C’mon.”—As we approached the outside hot tub we could see three guys sitting on theedge, dangling their legs in the bubbling water, drinking beer and talkingto what looked like a maintenance man. (Actually more of a maintenanceboy). We soon learned that the three guys in the hot tub were from thesame college in the Northeast and the maintenance man – who just graduatedfrom high school. He was asking them questions about college and collegelife in general.”Can we join you,” Tommy asked with a smile. “We have beer!””Sure” they replied in unison.Tommy set the bag down and got in the hot tub. I started to follow and hestopped me. “You better just sit on the edge and dangle your legs likethem,” he said to me then turned to the others saying, “He’s been drinkinga lot already.”For some 15 minutes we engaged in the usual superficial chit chat peopleengage in when they first meet. Then Tommy shifted the conversation todrinking and drinking strategies.”Some folks who party drink like little boys – they should have a nipplefor their beer bottle,” quipped Tommy.Everybody laughed and lifted their beers to toast what men they were. Ijust sat there staring at the bubbling surface of the Jacuzzi. I knew whatTommy was up to.Sure enough, a few moments later, Tommy reached in the brown bag and pulledout the orange funnel. “This how real men drink,” he said.”I don’t know how to do it,” One of the guys in the hot tub said.”It is easy,” said another daringly. “We should all do it together.””I’ve got the beer” Tommy quickly interjected. “Let’s get going.”They either didn’t notice or didn’t care that the funnel and hose wasn’tclean. Or maybe it was the speed at which Tommy poured the beers in thefunnel. But in no time the three guys had funneled a six pack – two beerseach.”Your turn,” one of the guys said to Tommy.”We are out of beer – we have to go back to the room. Why don’t you comeup and join us?” prompted Tommy. “We’ll have a good time.”As Tommy got up he turned to the maintenance man and said “You’re welcometoo.””I am only 19 and don’t drink,” he said.”That’s OK – you can still come up and have a good time.”With that, Tommy told everyone our room number then made each guy repeat itjust to be sure.”C’mon.” Tommy said grabbing my arm and helping me up. The rush from thealcohol in my gut and the warm water caused me to lose my balance and Ialmost fell into the Jacuzzi.”See I told you he has been drinking,” Tommy said as we walked away. “Andwhen he drinks, anything goes!” he shouted as we entered the building.”Think any of them will come?” I asked Tommy as we road up to our unit inthe elevator.”Free liquor. Sure will. The will show up and they will come,” Tommy saidassuredly. “We have to get you ready.”When we got to our condo unit Tommy immediately instructed me to take ashower and remove the plug from my ass. I found myself optimistic aboutthe night should the college boys show up. While I showered self Ifantasized about fucking their tight drunk college asses.As I emptied myself in the shower, I noticed how good it felt to relievethe pressure I had felt for most of the vacation. Yet I also felt, in astrange way, empty.No sooner had I finished my shower and toweled off when Tommy entered thesteamy bathroom carrying hair clippers, shaving cream and a straight edgerazor.”What’s that for?” I asked, completely oblivious to what was coming.”It’s for you.” Tommy replied. “I want you pretty for our guests when theyarrive.””O.K. have at it,” I said, still thinking I would be part of the party tocome and not a party favor.I leaned back against the sink and Tommy used the clippers to remove all ofthe hair around my crotch. As I gazed down at my cock, I felt strangelynaked and exposed.”You know I have had all of that hair down there since I was 14,” I said.”Soon you will look 13 again,” Tommy replied.And with that he lathered me up and used the straight edge to remove anysign of hair above my cock, around my cock, on my ball sac and under myball sac.”There you go, 13 again.” Tommy said, surveying his work. “Now comb yourhair and put some gel in it – I will be right back.”I looked down at my cock. It was rock hard and without all the distractinghair it looked huge. I combed my hair and put some gel in it so it wouldstay in place – I even brushed my teeth – all the while fantasying about myupcoming conquest tonight over the college boys.Tommy came up behind me and put his hands on my waist. I lowered my handsfrom my hair and face and rested them on his hands. We looked at eachother in the mirror.”You’re hot,” he said disarmingly.I smiled at him.Suddenly he grasped my wrists and pulled them behind my back. Zip! I heardthe zip tie as it tightened around the dog chains on my wrists.He looked at me through my reflection and added, “Hot, but untrained.””But” I said.”But nothing.” Tommy interrupted. “What did you think? Did you think youwere going to get to fuck college boys tonight?”Tommy laughed as he pushed me so I was bent over the bathroom sink. I feltlubrication and then the tip of a huge dildo pressing on my hole.”I know you’re loose – just lean back,” he said.”But that is three times as wide as the butt plug.””O.K. then don’t lean back.”And with that Tommy proceeded to penetrate me with the dildo.He put his right arm around my chest and while holding the dildo in placewith his left hand, forced me to stand up.”I want you to sit down against the bathtub with your head against theglass rub door,” Tommy directed as he guided me to walk backward and thensit down all the while holding the dildo firmly in place. I flinched as Isat down. The dildo against the floor seemed to penetrate deeper into myass.Tommy pressed his right hand against my chest and pushed my back againstthe cold tub and glass. He quickly reached behind the open bathroom doorand pulled out what looked like a broomstick with eyehooks screwed intoeach end as well as one in the middle. Zip! I heard the zip tie as ittightened around the dog chains on my ankles securing each ankle to theeyelets on each end of the broomstick.Tommy pushed the broomstick back toward the bathtub and as he did so myfeet were forced to move closer to my butt and my center of gravityshifted. I was a tripod against the bathtub – my knees bent up high and myfeet flat on the floor centering most of my weight on my core – firmlyplanting me on the dildo.”Uggh,” I said. “I can’t take this.””You can and you will,” Tommy said looking at me with loving but resoluteeyes. “Now be quiet, I have a few more things to do before our guestsarrive.”Before I could reply, Tommy reached into the back pocket of his shorts andpulled out what looked like a shoe lace. He proceeded to tie this aroundmy ball sac and then secured it to the third eye hook in the center of thebroom stick.”There we go,” said Tommy. “I would want you stretching out your legs andtripping anybody.”Tommy then turned toward the bathroom sink and opening the cabinet underthe sink produced a piece of climbing rope tied with what looked like ahangman’s noose on the end. Before I could say anything, youwin Tommy had therope around my neck and had it tied off to the towel rack on the tub’ssliding glass doors.”No zip ties?” I said sarcastically. “What’s the sense of me wearing achain around my neck if you are not going to use it?””Choose your next words wisely because you won’t be saying much for therest of the evening,” said Tommy as he walked out of the bathroom.A few moments later, Tommy returned with the O-ring.”Open up,” he said with a smile.It was then that I realized what his plans were for me and the collegeguys. I don’t know why I hadn’t put anything together until that point. Iwas too distracted by the prospect of fucking someone for once instead ofalways being fucked. I was too distracted by the swiftness in which Tommyimmobilized me. I was too distracted by the assortment of toys and toolsand ropes and other equipment that Tommy had so thoughtfully hidden in thebathroom.”Any last words?” Tommy asked.”Wait…”Before I could finish my sentence Tommy had the O-ring planted firmly in mymouth, forcing my jaws wide open and was tying it behind my head.”I really don’t care about your last words” said Tommy. “I just needed todistract you one more time so I could put the ring in and…”Knock. Knock. Knock.”Oh, I think the guests are here,” said Tommy a devilish smile across hisface.I looked up at him with pleading tear-filled eyes.He must have noticed because as he exited the bathroom, before he shut thedoor, he looked at me and said, “Don’t worry baby. I love you and won’tlet anything bad happen to you. It’s just for one night. You’ll be OK.”I could hear voices muffled in the kitchen next to the bathroom. It washard to make out what people were saying but I was able to surmise thatonly two of the college boys showed up. The third, it seems, was passedout back in their condo unit.”Where’s Griffin?” I clearly heard someone ask Tommy.”He is in the bathroom,” Tommy replied. “We’ll be with him shortly.Shooters anyone?”They didn’t connect what Tommy said. But I did. They probably thought, intheir drunken state, that Tommy said “He’ll join us shortly.” But I heardwhat he said and I knew what was about to happen. It was only a matter oftime.So there I sat, impaled on a dildo, my legs spread wide and tied to a barthat was secured to my scrotum forcing me to sit back with my weightcentered over that dildo. My head was pulled back by a hangman’s nooseforcing me to sit up straight. My mouth was wide open because of theO-ring. I could do nothing but sit there. Drooling on myself. Erect.Dribbling pre-cum. Waiting.It seemed like hours, sitting there drooling and dribbling. Then suddenlyI heard the door open.”Come in here and see for yourself” I heard Tommy’s voice.Tommy walked in and the two collage boys walked in behind him.”What the fuck?!” they said in unison, looking at each other.”I told you, when he drinks anything goes!”The two college boys stood there in silence looking at me then looking atTommy then looking at me again. I could see them swaying back and forth -evidence of the alcohol they consumed.”Look,” said Tommy. “You aren’t going to go out to a bar to get laidtonight. Neither of you is up to driving a vehicle and anywhere you go noone will serve you nor let you in. So this is your only option unless youare planning to go back to your condo and fuck your passed out buddy orfuck each other before you each pass out.”Silence permeated the bathroom for what seemed like an eternity. I couldhear the sink dripping.The Tommy broke the silence with some coaxing, “Go on fuck his mouth. Heisn’t closing it – you don’t have to worry about teeth.””Who goes first?” they asked in unison looking at each other.Tommy laughed then said, “You two seem to talk at the same time – I thinkyou should fuck his mouth at the same time.”The two college guys pulled down their shorts and walked toward mesemi-hard. Tommy put his hand on their shoulders to stop them as theytried to put both of their cocks in my mouth at the same time.Tommy spoke loudly but firmly, saying, “What I meant by ‘at the same time’is one person fucks his mouth a little bit then takes a break and the otherone gives it a try. You can go much deeper if you go one at a time. Haveeither of you been deep throated before?”They both looked at Tommy clearly confused.”Ughh,” Tommy let out a groan and a sigh. ” Look, you, put your hands onthe towel rack on either side of his head and center yourself.”One of the college guys followed the instructions.”Now put your dick in his mouth,” Tommy added. “Farther. Farther. Good”I started to gag.”Don’t worry he’ll be fine,” Tommy assured him. “Don’t stop. Keep goinguntil you can’t go any farther.”My face was red, I was drooling buckets. Choking. And I couldn’t help butnotice that first guy’s cock was smaller than the second guy’s cock-shorter but fatter. I felt panicked.He pulled out enough so I caught my breath and then he shoved his cock allthe way back in. I choked again.”You got it,” coached Tommy. “Now you want to give it a try?” Tommy askedthe other college boy.”Sure” he replied.He must have been carefully watching because he knew just what to do. Hiscock was a lot more slender than the first guy but it was longer so itdidn’t fill my mouth in quite the same way but significantly penetrated mythroat. I feared I might puke.He slowly and deeply fucked my mouth and when he pulled out his cock it wascovered with mucous.The first guy eagerly said it was his turn and they swapped. Clearly, ifthey had any issue about sex with another guy they had gotten over it. Orwere too horny to care.They both continued to take turns fucking my mouth for about ten minutes.During that time, I noticed that my gag reflex seemed less than it was whenwe started a few moments ago. I mean there was still a reaction when thetip of each cock reached the back of my throat but I guess I was morerelaxed about it. I guess I was more accepting.Suddenly the first guy started to tense up and his breathing sped up. Hestarted slamming his cock into my mouth in a frantic, sloppy way -evenmissing the gaping hole created from the O-ring a few times and fucking theair around my head like a small dog in heat.”Slow down cowboy,” Tommy said resting his right hand on the college guy’sleft shoulder. “Go slowly. Let his mouth do the work for you. And whenyou feel like you are ready to cum just push all the way in and let theconvulsions of his gagging throat bring you to orgasm.”Sure enough, a few minutes later, I felt cum shooting at the back of mythroat then filling my mouth. When he pulled out a trail of cum connectedhis dick with my lips then dribbled down my face. I attempted to swallowas he moved back.As soon as the first college guy stepped away, the second guy – the onewith the slender but longer cock – took his place. He clearly was payingattention because he needed no coaching from Tommy. He fucked my mouthslowly and methodically. I coughed each time he thrust into me. A fewminutes later I could feel him tensing up, his sweat dripping off hisstomach onto my nose. I knew that when he came it would not be easy likethe first guy so I concentrated on getting full breaths so I would not passout from lack of air.”I am going to cum!” he shouted.And, just as he did with the first guy, Tommy put his right hand on hisleft shoulder and told him to let my throat do the work. The college boyslid his cock down my throat and this time he stayed there. With my nosepressed up against his pelvis buried in his pubic hair I couldn’t breathe..I started gagging and instinctively tried to pull away but I could not.”Oh my god! Oh my god!” he said as he moved his hands from the towel rackon the glass doors to the back of my head.He pulled my head forward and I felt my stomach turn while I continuedgagging. I felt myself vomiting. The contents of my stomach came up intomy throat and with nowhere to go I was forced to swallow it again. His cumblasted down my throat for what seemed like an eternity. No cum in mymouth this time. When he pulled out there was no sign that he even came.Both college guys looked at Tommy and said “Thanks that was great.”Neither said a word to me nor even looked at me.They left the bathroom quickly and Tommy followed them out to the door. Ifigured the reality of what they just did was setting in and they needed toget out of there, get back to their condo, lie down, pass out and pretendit was all dream.I strained to hear their goodbyes then panicked when I heard Tommy clearlyask, “Same time tomorrow?”I heard the door shut and then heard Tommy go to the fridge and open abeer. He came back in the bathroom and leaned against the door frame.Smiling at me he said, “See baby I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.Now let’s get you untied.”I couldn’t wait for him to release my jaw from its tormented position so Icould ask him about his “same time tomorrow” comment but as he reach aroundmy head to untie the cord we both clearly heard a knock on the door.He paused and listened.Knock. Knock.”Hold on,” Tommy said, then stood up and quickly walked out of thebathroom, pulling the door to shut it behind him. But, in his hurry, thedoor did not shut all the way, so this time I could clearly hear theconversation. It was the 19 year old maintenance guy.”Everybody’s gone,” Tommy said. “And we we’re just about to go to bed.Sorry, party’s over.””That’s too bad. Well some other time,” said the maintenance man.I expected that would be it. Then I heard the maintenance man’s voicegetting louder as he said “Would you mind if I took a leak before I go – Ihave to take a monstrous piss” and walked right into the bathroom.Tommy quickly followed him in, a look of concern on his face.Setting up two intoxicated college guys was one thing. But an employee ofthe condo development? A sober employee of the condo development? Thatwas quite another.”I can explain,” Tommy said.The maintenance man looked at Tommy then at me then at Tommy again.”That’s fucking hot,” he said.I could sense the wheels turning in Tommy’s brain and he quickly regainedhis composure then asked, “Why don’t you piss down his throat?””Would he mind?” asked the maintenance guy.”Does he look like he’d mind?” replied Tommy.I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Tommy and I had talked aboutwatersports before and I told him I didn’t like the idea. “Urine is nasty”I said. “Not for me.””How can you tell?” The maintenance man asked Tommy.”Look at his cock – it is ready to explode at the thought of swallowingyour piss,” said Tommy pointing at my hard-on.I couldn’t look down because of the noose but knew from the sensation thatthey were correct: my cock was ready to explode! Could I really be turnedon from the thought of drinking another guy’s piss?The maintenance man walked over to me and pulled his cock out his pants.He put his left hand under my chin so I could look up at him while he heldhis cock with his right hand.”Now listen,” he said. “I am going to put my cock in your mouth and Idon’t want you doing anything. Don’t move your tongue, Don’t move yourhead. Don’t even swallow until I tell you to. If I get hard I am going tohave a hard time pissing. So don’t get me hard. Understand?”I nodded.”Now because your mouth is held open I am going to have to put the palm ofeach hand on your cheeks to block my pee from running out the sides of yourmouth. OK?”I nodded again.He closed his eyes for a moment then put his dick in my mouth. He pushedforward so my face was buried in his crotch. I could feel him peeing andhe told me to swallow, as if I had any choice.Once he finished using me as his own personal toilet he started to take hisdick out then slowly went back in.I shifted my eyes toward him and saw him looking down at me.”What?” he asked, smiling at me. “You thought you were through?”As his dick grew in my mouth I could tell it was as wide as the firstcollege guy’s and as long as the second’s.I knew what I was in for. And gladly accepted it. Tommy just watched andsmiled. I gagged a little. And when he came, his dick clogging my throat,I regurgitated his piss from my stomach. But it had nowhere to go and I wasforced to swallow it again. And gladly did so. I was trained.Once he came he looked at Tommy then looked down at my throbbing,pre-cum-dripping cock.”I think it’s your turn,” he said as he laid down on his stomach in frontof me and started sucking on my cock.”And it’s mine!” exclaimed Tommy.Tommy stood, straddling, over the maintenance man, pulled out his cock andplaced it in my eager, trained mouth.As the soft sucking motions of the maintenance guy brought me to climax Ifelt the warm salty sensation of Tommy’s piss cascading down my throat.I couldn’t wait until the same time tomorrow.”What could he do?” I thought to myself.”Really, what else could he do?”In my mind, I reviewed our previous vacations at the beach in Florida.”Chains all week long. Check. Public humiliation. Check. Public enemas.Check. sleeping with a butt plug. Check. Shaved crotch. Check.Vomiting on someone’s cock. Check. Alcohol enemas, check. forced toswallow piss, Check. Really, what else could he do?”I would soon loon what else he could do. And what he did on this vacationwould forever change my life and our relationship.—–The Drive SouthWe had stopped at a Rest Area in Pennsylvania when Tommy said, “Time to getdressed.””Give me the chains and the plug” I said with resignation.”You have a new outfit this trip,” he replied and pulled out a bag with theusual chains, super glue and chrome butt plug plus a metal penis-lookingdevice. I looked at it confused.Tommy noticed my expression and said, “It’s a chastity cage.””A what?” I said.”You heard me,” he commanded. “Now get dressed up so we can get it on. Ordo you need me to take care of it?””I got it,” I said. “Any tips for putting on the cage?””Yeah, actually I do,” Tommy replied. “Put your balls through the ring.Then your cock. So the ring is at the base of your cock and balls. Thenput your cock in the cage. Slip the metal prong through the cage and thenput the lock in the hole.”I looked at him in shock.”You want help?” he asked.I knew what help meant when Tommy offered. It meant humiliation and I hadno intention of sucking off some random trucker.”I said I’ve got it,” looking at him sternly but passively.I went into the first stall in the Men’s Room. I sat down on the toiletand set the paper bag on the floor. I reached in and put on the wristchains, first the right then the left, securing each with a link. Iapplied some super glue to the threads of the link and tightened it. I wasfeeling like an old pro at this.I quickly pulled my socks down and put the chains around my ankle, securingthem as efficiently. I threw the superglue back in the bag and put thechain around my neck – Tommy would need to superglue that in place.I got a packet of Astroglide out of my right pants pocket, pulled down mypants and reached into the bag for the butt plug. Coating two fingers ofmy right hand with lube I smeared it on the plug and then, reaching betweenmy legs, fingered my hole while I sat on the toilet. When I knew I couldaccommodate the metal intruder, I inserted the plug with my left hand whileI moaned with unaware abandon.It was then that I noticed a large hole next to the toilet paper holder Icould see an blue eye watching me.My heart was racing. I was sure I was alone when I entered the rest roomand I was also sure no one came into the rest room while I was chaining andplugging myself. I realized then my anxiety around the level of control Iwas giving up by putting the chastity cage on my cock. So pre-occupied wasI that I hadn’t even noticed my stalker in the next stall.My sensitivity was on edge. I could hear water dripping in the sink. Icould feel sweat building on my brow. It seemed like time was at astandstill.”What else is in the bag?” the guy youwin giriş in the stall next to me whisperedgruffly.I reached in the bad and pulled out the metal chastity cage.I was completely hard by this time and knew I could not put on the cage.”Crap,” I moaned.”What’s the matter?” he whispered.”Can’t you see? I am too excited to be caged.””Stick your dick through the hole and I will help you — chug-a-lug you –so you can release and imprison yourself, he said.”I smiled at the strange phrasing. “Chug-a-lug.” It was what Tommy, a RedHot Chili Peppers fan, said instead of “blowjob” when we had sex.And I so I stuck my dick in the hole and looked up at the ceiling.I came in a few minutes, partly because I was so excited at the prospect ofa blow job in a public bathroom but mostly because Tommy had years ofpractice sucking my cock and knew exactly what to do to get me off.After I came I sat down on the toilet to catch my breath. I didn’t evennotice that I was alone again. I wiped my dick off with some toilet paperand quickly put my nuts through the metal base followed by my now flaccidcock as Tommy had instructed me to. I slid my cock into the metal cage andsecured the metal cage to the base with a small lock.Tommy was sitting in the driver’s seat in the car with the window rolleddown exactly where he was when I left him to go into the bathroom.”Any trouble?” he asked. “You were gone a long time.””Nope,” I replied with s mile looking directly into his blue eyes. “Allset to go.”Tommy just smiled back at me.We both knew what had happened in the rest room. We both knew that we bothknew. We spoke nothing of it.”Give me the key,” he demanded in a way I had not heard him speak before.I did.Then he said, “You know your days of touching your cock are over, don’tyou?”I nodded with a smile because what I heard Tommy say was “You won’t begetting yourself off during this vacation, I will do it for you.””Hmmmm.” Tommy mused scratching his head. ‘OK.’—–Forty Eight Hours LaterTommy had not engaged me sexually for the next two days. No enemas. Noshaving. No fucking. No nothing.Yet I was so horny.And while I found myself increasingly aroused, I could not get hard. Don’tget me wrong. I certainly got erect but only to the point where thechastity cage would let me. I would wake in discomfort in the middle ofthe night with a would-be erection begging to be released but I couldn’t doanything about it.My thoughts started focusing more and more on sex even though we weren’tdoing anything.I never realized how much I actually touched my cock throughout the day andhow often I rubbed my erection during the night.Not until now. When I couldn’t touch myself.Each day we would go to the beach and I would lay on a towel naked exceptfor the chains on each appendage and my cage. I had been naked on thebeach before during our vacations but this time it was different. The cageencapsulating my cock acted like a man magnet. It seemed to draw every guyon the beach to come and survey my predicament. And stare. And smile.And grab their semi-hard cocks. One time, Tommy even had to be mean to anonlooker who was trying to immortalize me in a photo.This just made me feel more sexual and sexually frustrated.—–Twenty Four More HoursBy the third day I felt like I as going to explode. I pleaded with Tommyto take off the cage and fuck me or let me fuck him.”First you have to suck my cock,” he said.”Sure, anything,” I begged.Tommy walked into the bathroom and returned with a zip tie.”Take your clothes off,” he commanded.”Now put your hands behind your back.”Zip. I heard the zip tie secure the chains.”Now, suck me off and you better not make a mess. Swallow it all,” he saidas he took off his pants and sat down in a chair.I went to work and was voracious and unstoppable. It was like the firsttime I ever had sex with a guy – there was so much pent up energy that Iwas completely consumed. Consumed with cock.As I brought Tommy to climax my mind drifted off to first time I had sexwith a guy. .I remembered coming so quickly when the other guy simply puthis hand on my cock.As Tommy filled my mouth with his cum, I realized I would not be coming soquickly this time: my hands were secured behind my back and my cock was ina metal cage”Shit,” Tommy said. “You certainly did that with gusto.”Tommy put his pants on, stood up then told me to turn around. Using a pairof scissors he cut the zip tie and freed my hands. Then he knelt in frontof me and put his warm mouth over my caged cock. He reached in his pocketand pulled out the key.He looked up at me and asked, “You want it?”I couldn’t even speak. I just made a sound that was somewhere between amoan and a whimper.Once again Tommy put his mouth over my caged cock.He looked up at me again and asked again, “You want it?””Please,” I replied.He cupped my nuts with his left hand and I moaned with pleasure. Then hepinched the lock of the chastity cage between two fingers so he couldinsert the key with his right hand.Then, just as he was about to unlock me, he stopped, stood up and said,”Maybe later. I’ll have to see how you do.””What?!” I exclaimed.”Maybe later, I’ll have to see how you do,” he replied. “Are you stillplugged?”I nodded.”Good. Go put four beers up your ass then re-plug yourself”I had never given myself a beer enema before and every time Tommy hadinjected beer up my ass he fondled my cock to keep me distracted from thecramping and pressure to expel the alcohol.This was new territory for me.I just stared at him – still reeling from the fact that I didn’t get offand still massively sexually excited and frustrated.”You want to come?” Tommy asked.I nodded.”Then, go put four beers up your ass and re-plug yourself.”I wasn’t even thinking straight at this point I was so sexually charged. Ijust did as I was told.I struggled as I lay on the bathroom floor while the beer filled my ass. Icould see my gut extending and the cramping and pressure was awful. I heldmy breath then forcefully exhaled to try and alleviate the discomfort whileI waited for the alcohol to kick in an numb my awareness.”Keep it in!” I heard Tommy yelling from the other room. “Do you need abigger plug?””Uggh… I am fine,” I huffed back.”Good, now get your ass out here. Bring a towel with you in case you havean accident.” Tommy demanded.I obliged but no sooner had I walked to where he was sitting that I got abig need to expel the beer up my ass.”Oh my gosh,” I said.”Lay down here on your left side,” Tommy instructed.I threw the towel down and lay down next to his chair. Naked by his feet,I felt like a family pet.”I want to be clear with you,” Tommy said sternly. “You let one drop ofbeer leak out of your ass and you will never come again. Do you hear me?””OK,” I replied. “Just tell me when it is alright for me to go.””You didn’t hear me,” Tommy said. “This is not like the other times whereyou eventually got to release your enema. You will keep the beer insideyou so that it gets completely absorbed by your intestines. You can pissit out. But don’t you dare shit it out. Do you understand me?”I just stared up at him. My eyes must have told him that I was freakingout over all this because he reassured me saying, “You can do it, just laythere and keep it in. You’ll come soon and it will be like no other orgasmyou have ever had. I promise.” He gave me a pillow to rest my head onthen stroked my hair.Sure enough, in less than a half hour I had to pee and most of the pressureto expel the beer in my gut was gone. Of course I was a little wasted.More than a little waster actually.I woke up in the middle of the night to my partially erect cock trying toget out of its cage. It was no use fighting it I thought and I shiftedonto my back and tried to get some sleep.Tommy woke up around 8:30 the next morning. Actually I woke Tommy uparound 8:30. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think. Actually I could thinkbut only about sex. I was depraved from being deprived.”I can’t take this,” I said to him frantically. “This thing is driving mecrazy. I can’t sleep. I can’t think. It is making me crazy.””OK, OK. I will take care of you,” Tommy assured me. “But you have totake care of me first.””Another blow job?” I asked.”Nope,” Tommy replied. “And I won’t tie you up either – though I would askthat you not use your hands.””OK, what?” I sighed.”It’s morning and I need to take a monstrous piss. I want you to swallowit all. Of your own free will. With no hands.”I just looked at him wide-eyed.”I promise,” started Tommy. ‘You do this for me and I will make sure thatevery last bit of spunk inside you is completely drained.”Tommy knew that his request was no small proposition. I had been tied upand had a mouth gag in during all of my other forays into water sports.And each time, the people pissing on me and in me were inebriated so theirpiss was almost as clear as water. Morning piss was different. It wasconcentrated. Powerful. And I wouldn’t be forced. This would be achoice.”It is not really free will when my cocks in this cage and you are holdingit hostage, you know,” I pointed out.”That’s fair,” Tommy replied. “OK, I will make you a deal. If you promise- and uphold your promise — not to touch your cock – I will release you.But you have to promise and uphold your promise. Can you do that?””I don’t know if I can,” I said.”I could zip tie your hands behind your back,” Tommy suggested.”Where’s the free will in that?” I objected.”Well you would have to ask me to tie your hands behind your back to helpyou not touch your cock. Then there is free will,” Tommy replied.”OK, do it,” I said. “I feel like I am going to explode from my cum notbeing able to get out.””Alright,” Tommy said as he sat up in bed, “Let’s get in the shower.”I saw Tommy grab his pants on the floor and take the key to the chastitycage out of his pocket, then grab a zip tie.I quickly followed him into the bathroom and as he turned on the showerTommy turned to me and said, “You know ‘OK do it’ really isn’t a request.””What do you mean?” I asked.”If you really want to show your free will you have to say ‘Tommy will youplease tie my hands behind my back so I won’t touch my cock when yourelease it’.””OK” I said.”Then say it,” Tommy commanded.”Tommy will you please tie my hands behind my back so I won’t touch my cockwhen you release it,” I asked.”I will,” Tommy replied and with that he zipped my hands together and thenunlocked the cage.The cage came off and I was instantly erect. My dick was purple from theengorged blood.”You know I can’t get the base off when you are that way,” Tommy pointedout. “Close your eyes, take a deep breath and relax. But do it quicklybecause I really gotta piss.”As soon as my cock was somewhat soft Tommy pushed my nuts through and ringand wrenched off the base.”I really gotta piss,” he said in response to my whining. “Now get down onyour knees.”I did as I was told. “Now just to be sure this is of your own free willtell me one more time what you want,” said Tommy.”Please piss in my mouth. I want to swallow it all.” I said as I openedmy mouth and closed my eyes.”No. Look up at me – look me in the eyes while you drink my piss so I knowyou really want it.,” instructed Tommy.And with that he began to piss – only a little – then directed the streamat my open willing mouth.I was horrified at the strong, pungent, putrid and almost stale taste ofhis piss. But I swallowed and swallowed – all the while looking up at hiseyes while he looked down at mine.”Don’t spill a drop,” said Tommy as he leaned forward guiding the head ofhis penis so it touched my upper lip.”Make a nice seal with your lips so you get it all,” he said.I did as I was told, continuing to look up at him.It seemed that a seal of my lips around the head of his cock was all he waswaiting for, because once my lips were pressed around the head of Tommy’scock he sighed and the stream of his warm urine increased. I feverishlyswallowed, afraid to take a breath, afraid to breathe in his piss, afraidto wretch, afraid to spill a drop.He soon finished but before he pulled away, he looked down at me and said,”Get it all – don’t spill anything.” As if on cue I pushed my tongue intohis urethra and sucked it clean.”That’s good,” Tommy said. “Now, are you ready to be drained of all yourcum?””Oh my god yes! Finally!” I exclaimed.And with that, Tommy grabbed my arms and helped me first to my feet, thenhelped me out of the shower. Standing in the middle of the bathroom, Tommypressed on my shoulders.. “Get on your knees.” He said. “I need to get acouple of things.”Tommy left the bathroom and returned some 30 seconds later with a dildo,some lube and strange wooden looking thing that I had never seen before.”What’s that?” I asked, nervously.”It’s called a humblr,” Tommy replied. “It will keep you in the rightposition so I can milk every last drop of cum out of you.”Tommy then knelt behind me and reached between my legs and grabbed myballs. As he pulled backward, I had no choice but to bend forward until myhead was on the cold bathroom tile floor. Tommy released my nuts brieflyonly to slip them between the wooden pieces of the humblr contraption. Hethen tightened two wind nuts and the two pieces were pulled togetherclamping on my ball sack and securing my nuts tightly in place. It waslike they were in a vice. He then pulled the humblr back and twisting alittle, secured it between my back thighs.He got up to survey his work. He smiled and stood there with his armscrossed looking me over thoroughly. From my head on the floor, to my handstied behind my back, to my ass sticking up in the air completely exposed tomy balls pulled back between my legs.”Good,” said Tommy. “Now you are ready for some milking action.”Tommy sat down cross legged behind me in between my legs. I felt alubricated finger penetrate my ass. Tommy slowly worked up to threefingers before I felt the pressure of the dildo against my ass lips. Icould do nothing but maintain my ass in its passive position while Tommyslowly pushed the dildo inside me. I couldn’t press against it because themovement caused the humblr to stretch my balls tight. Nor could I moveforward to slow the penetration for the same reason. I was powerless.Tommy took his time to make sure I could accommodate the dildo and once hewas certain I was used to it he not only began to move it in and out butalso angled the way he penetrated me so that the tip and shaft rubbedagainst my prostate.”Please milk my cock like you said you would,” I said.”I never said I would touch your cock.” Tommy replied. “This is adifferent kind of milking.”Tommy started to rub the area between my ass and my nuts while he continuedto fuck me with the dildo. He wasn’t rough. He wasn’t fast. But he wasconsistent.After about 15 minutes of this constant stimulation I started feeling verystrange – like I was about to have an orgasm — but I wasn’t having anorgasm. It was at the same time pleasurable and at the same timeincredibly uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to do. To moan in ecstasy orcry in despair.Then I felt the pressure build and build and build and then cum – lots andlots of cum – began to drip uncontrollably from my cock. But I wasn’tejaculating – at least not in the way I had experienced before.Tommy continued to fuck me with the dildo while rubbing my prostate fromthe outside and I continued to leak cum all over the floor. There was nopleasure in this – just the edge of an orgasm – but to intense climax.Slowly the stream of cum slowed to a drip and when it did, Tommy stoppedand smacked my ass hard with his hand.”Consider yourself milked,” he said as he inserted a butt plug back in myass.”That’s not what you promised,” I said while Tommy unclamped the humblr andreleased my nuts.”It is exactly what I promised,” Tommy said as he grabbed my arm and helpedme stand up. “I told you I would make sure that every last bit of spunkinside you was completely drained and I did,”He knelt in front of me and put my now flaccid cock back in the chastitycage.As he clicked the lock closed on the cage, he looked up at me and said, “Ialso promised you that your days of touching your cock were over.”

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