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"This is a sex vacation," Tommy said.

"You know what that means."

I was quiet and did not reply feeling both excitement and trepidation at
the 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 to
wonder. 10 days to speculate. 10 days to be anxious. 10 days to think
about our past two beach vacations.

One thing I knew for sure: I would be naked most of the time - whether in
our 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 Tommy
naked was in the shower or when we had sex. He didn't even take off his
clothes at the nude beach.

I knew I would be naked except for five dog choke chains I would be wearing
on each appendage and around my neck. Tommy created them from dog chains
he purchased in the Pet Department at Wal-Mart four years ago when we went
to Florida for our first beach vacation. Cut to size and then attached
with a small oval link and some superglue, there was no way to remove them
without Tommy's help and a bolt cutter. It was humiliating. I remember
getting on an elevator at the condo and feeling stares from everyone. You
can't help but notice the dog chain I had around my neck which is no big
deal 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 as
quickly 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 beach
vacation Tommy tested new components to our relationship. Starting four
years 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. After
the vacation was over, we would have a candid discussion about the
experiences and decide what aspects we would integrate into our sex life
back home.

Four years ago at the beach. It is here that the story - and my
transformation began.

----

The first beach vacation seemed to focused on my ass. Actually it is more
correct to say that Tommy focused on my ass.

It started on our drive south to the rented condo in Florida. We stopped
to eat breakfast and when we were done Tommy pulled out a chrome-plated
metal plug and set it on the table.

"I know people don't have dessert with breakfast but I have a dessert for
you."

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 put
it 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 for
Tommy to bring in some lube he would make me strip completely naked before
plugging me - an effort to humiliate me in front of some guy who needed to
take a leak after his morning coffee. I looked around, slightly panicked
then saw two tabs of butter sitting on the table - left over from my
morning pancakes.

"I've got it," I said, grabbed the butter and the silver plug and headed
toward the bathroom.

"Good boy," Tommy said loudly.

In the car Tommy shared his plans for the week. "I expect you to be filled
all of the time. I brought a number of different sized butt toys with us
for you to use. In anything you do -- sleep, eat, walk on the beach, relax
in the hot tub, swim in the pool - anything -- for the next week you will
do 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 to
clean you out every morning in the shower. I really doubt you will need to
go at other times."

I was worried about this plan Tommy had to keep me plugged all week. After
all the longest I had ever had anything in my ass was during sex and the
largest 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 thigh
assuredly and said, "Don't worry baby. It will be OK. I have a harness to
keep the dildos in and the plugs are shaped so that they can stay inside of
you. The plugs are nice because you will have something to clamp on to
keep 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 to
strip and get in the shower / tub. Five minutes later, Tommy came into the
bathroom carrying a very large fat flesh colored dildo, a white hose that
had a nozzle at one end and a tub spout attachment at the other end and a
drinking glass. He affixed the hose onto the tub spout and switched the
diverter 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 out
and 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 then
Tommy put the nozzle back up my ass. We did this three more times until
the water that flowed from me was mostly clear.

After he used the enema hose to spray down the shower from the mess I
expelled 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 the
previous three times but Tommy quickly pulled out the nozzle and placed the
palm of his free hand over my hole. He held it there as I arched my back
and 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 and
re-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 started
massaging my hard cock. "Besides, you clearly like it."

With each stroke on my shaft, my sphincter clamped down around the nozzle
and 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 and
replaced it with his hand as he had done before.

"I can feel your hole expanding against my palm," said Tommy "It is turning
me on big time."

Tommy stopped stroking my cock to reach down and retrieve the dildo. He
quickly moved his hand covering my hole and pressed the tip of the dido
against it. I could feel my ass lips expand around the girth of the fat
dildo 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 it
will help your ass gobble up the dildo."

He was right. The pressure to release was incredible and each time my
sphincter convulsed and I pushed to expel the water inside me, Tommy pushed
the dildo further up my ass. When it was in all the way Tommy pushed my
feet apart with this right leg. The position was awkward and I found
myself ever-so-slightly squatting. He pushed his body tightly against mine
and pressed his right thigh against the base of the dildo that was
partially inside my ass. Tommy reached around and started jerking me off.
As he did I found myself leaning back against him and impaling my hole
against the dildo.

"Easy. Easy," I pleaded. "You are being too rough."

"I'm not doing anything," Tommy replied. "You are the one thrusting
yourself onto the dildo."

He was right again. The sensations were driving me into a frenzied state
of sexual excitement. The cramping from the water in my gut, the pressure
of the water against my prostate from the inside and the pressure of the
dildo pushing against my prostate from the outside coupled with Tommy's
jerking 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 a
glass under my cock and collected all my spunk.

He stepped back, laughed and jerked himself off as he watched me expel the
dildo and empty my bowels all over the shower tub. When he came he
collected 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 the
shower.

"Hungry?" Tommy asked as he dried himself off..

"Sure am," I replied. "I feel so empty right now I think I could eat a
horse."

"OK, but before you consume anything I need to take these." Tommy went to
the 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. It
will keep you healthy so I can have at it with your ass with little
worries. 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 though
I had just had an orgasm an hour ago.

Tommy placed his fingers under my chin and guided my lips to his. He gave
me 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 whey
protein powder in a blender with some orange juice. When he finished
mixing what was to be the first of many meals throughout the week, he
poured it into the glass containing our combined cum. He mixed it slightly
with a spoon then looked at me and said, "Drink up!"

----

The next morning Tommy led me through a process of packing up supplies for
the nude beach: towels, straw mats to sit on, sunscreen, windscreen - for
both the wind and privacy according to Tommy, water, Budweiser (Tommy's
favorite 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 had
inside 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 Tommy
insisted 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 his
shorts on.

Tommy opened four of the cheap generic beers and poured one into the enema
bulb. It fizzed over a little bit and he put the tip on. He told me to lay
down 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 chrome
plug 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 the
enema bulb against my hole. I could feel the beer entering my ass, the
fizz 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 have
to 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 could
completely empty it inside of me. He filled it with a second beer and
repeated the process. Then again with the third and then the fourth. He
went really fast through this procedure and before I gave in to the urge to
expel the beer I felt the lubricated tip of the large plug pressed against
my 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 the
widest 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 asshole
tightly around the plug. Practice it now. C'mon do it."

Tommy observed me like a scientist as I practiced clenching around the
plug. 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 of
the beer in my gut.

When I came, Tommy cupped his hand over the head of my dick to catch it
all.

"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 moaning
to my left. I turned my head to see two other naked men jerking off while
they 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 sexual
stimulation or being exposed on the beach or a combination of it all - I
was 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 often
with an audience.

Tommy was diligent throughout all of our activities during the week. He
said he wanted us to learn my limits with this new initiative and to this
end he kept a log recording how much and when he injected beer up my ass as
well as the effects I felt and when I felt them. He kept my beer-filled
ass corked with a medium-large butt plug at the beach so I could walk back
to the car at the end of each day without shitting myself.

Each night when we returned to our condo, Tommy would have me shower and
then he would hogtie me on the bed using my ready-access dog chains and
some zip ties. He would shove the large flesh colored dildo up my ass
keeping it in place with a creative use of duct tape then go off to enjoy
the Jacuzzi. Although I wasn't aware of the time, Tommy said he let me lay
there bound and impaled for an hour each night before returning and feeding
me his cock. After he shot his load down my throat he would jerk me off
again then have me lick my cum from his hand. Then he would inject me with
more beer.

At night he let me sleep with a smaller pacifier-type plug as long as I
didn't leak on the bed. I didn't.

Each morning before we packed up our beach gear, Tommy would remove my plug
and let me sit on the toilet. He then insured that I was "clean as a
whistle" by flushing me out in the shower / tub while he jerked me off then
fed 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 beer
injected 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 felt
like 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 to
coincide with Spring Break.

Initially Tommy did everything like he did from the first vacation. He
gave me a morning cleansing enema, plugged me with a dildo, jerked me off
and made me eat my cum. He put a butt plug in my ass and as we packed for
the beach he told me I would only take alcohol up my ass - no drinking
allowed.

Once we were unpacked and I was naked Tommy told me to lay down so he could
feed me beer.

"You should be an old pro at this by now," he said as he injected the first
of 6 beers up my ass.

It was a Thursday and it was overcast. There were few people on the beach
so I had no audience to perform for Tommy corked me with the butt plug as
he had done in the past. As I laid there intoxicated, Tommy put two
fingers first on my lips and then told me to open my mouth. I did and he
put his fingers in my mouth. He pushed them farther and farther back
toward my throat until I gagged and pulled away.

"Your throat needs some training," he said as he once again moved his
finger 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 Tommy
searched the shelves. He clearly was a man with a mission. He was looking
for something.

"Let's go," he ordered walking toward the cash register carrying a clear
tube connected to a large orange funnel that was labeled "I got wasted at
Daytona."

The clerk rang in the beer funnel then looked at Tommy and said, "Ten
dollars 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," Tommy
started, 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 eyes
wide, as he surveyed the chain around my neck and then the chains around my
wrists.

He leaned forward over the counter half smiling to confirm that I did
indeed 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 on
Tommy'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, "That
was 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 my
chains.

"You probably think we are here to buy rope," Tommy said to me as a
handsome 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 he
looked 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 a
separate 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 at
another -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 this
out 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, "Come
here."

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 feel
myself 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, I
turned 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 else
am 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 afraid
to ask what he meant.

We got back to the condo and Tommy insisted I get naked right away so he
could 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 the
hose. 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 knelt
between my legs then lifted them resting both of my ankles on his
shoulders.

"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 inserted
in my ass. He counted out loud, "One, two, three, four..." and as he did I
could feel my sphincter expanding. Each passing number seemed to stretch
me 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," Tommy
laughed. "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 put
into these vacations. I look everywhere for the tools, toys, plans and
situations 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. Then
another. Then another. Then another. Five beers. It was wild watching
the beer and the bubbles through the clear tube connecting the funnel and
my ass. I could see the progress of the liquid flowing inside me through
the tube. It was flowing into me much faster than when Tommy used the
enema bulb. I clenched my ass lips tight around the tube. Tommy would not
be happy if I made a mess on the kitchen floor. Finally I saw the
waterline for the last of the beer descending through the clear tube and
into 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 the
typical enema nozzle you are used to. Just relax and let it go back up the
hose - 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 tube
to 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 it
flow back in."

Eventually my world was spinning and Tommy took out the hose and corked my
ass with a butt plug.

"Just lay there for a while and enjoy the buzz. I have to work on your
ring," Tommy said as he got up.

I don't know how long I was there on the floor but it was long enough for
Tommy to wrap white twine all round the O-ring and then braid the ends. He
came into the bathroom and asked me to sit up. Then he knelt behind me and
told me to open his mouth. Once I did he put the ring in my mouth and then
tied 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 a
brown 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 the
edge, dangling their legs in the bubbling water, drinking beer and talking
to what looked like a maintenance man. (Actually more of a maintenance
boy). We soon learned that the three guys in the hot tub were from the
same college in the Northeast and the maintenance man - who just graduated
from high school. He was asking them questions about college and college
life 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 he
stopped me. "You better just sit on the edge and dangle your legs like
them," he said to me then turned to the others saying, "He's been drinking
a lot already."

For some 15 minutes we engaged in the usual superficial chit chat people
engage in when they first meet. Then Tommy shifted the conversation to
drinking and drinking strategies.

"Some folks who party drink like little boys - they should have a nipple
for their beer bottle," quipped Tommy.

Everybody laughed and lifted their beers to toast what men they were. I
just sat there staring at the bubbling surface of the Jacuzzi. I knew what
Tommy was up to.

Sure enough, a few moments later, Tommy reached in the brown bag and pulled
out 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't
clean. Or maybe it was the speed at which Tommy poured the beers in the
funnel. But in no time the three guys had funneled a six pack - two beers
each.

"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 come
up 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 welcome
too."

"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 it
just to be sure.

"C'mon." Tommy said grabbing my arm and helping me up. The rush from the
alcohol in my gut and the warm water caused me to lose my balance and I
almost fell into the Jacuzzi.

"See I told you he has been drinking," Tommy said as we walked away. "And
when 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 in
the elevator.

"Free liquor. Sure will. The will show up and they will come," Tommy said
assuredly. "We have to get you ready."

When we got to our condo unit Tommy immediately instructed me to take a
shower and remove the plug from my ass. I found myself optimistic about
the night should the college boys show up. While I showered self I
fantasized about fucking their tight drunk college asses.

As I emptied myself in the shower, I noticed how good it felt to relieve
the pressure I had felt for most of the vacation. Yet I also felt, in a
strange way, empty.

No sooner had I finished my shower and toweled off when Tommy entered the
steamy bathroom carrying hair clippers, shaving cream and a straight edge
razor.

"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 they
arrive."

"O.K. have at it," I said, still thinking I would be part of the party to
come and not a party favor.

I leaned back against the sink and Tommy used the clippers to remove all of
the hair around my crotch. As I gazed down at my cock, I felt strangely
naked 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 any
sign of hair above my cock, around my cock, on my ball sac and under my
ball sac.

"There you go, 13 again." Tommy said, surveying his work. "Now comb your
hair 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 distracting
hair it looked huge. I combed my hair and put some gel in it so it would
stay in place - I even brushed my teeth - all the while fantasying about my
upcoming conquest tonight over the college boys.

Tommy came up behind me and put his hands on my waist. I lowered my hands
from my hair and face and rested them on his hands. We looked at each
other 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 heard
the 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 you
were going to get to fuck college boys tonight?"

Tommy laughed as he pushed me so I was bent over the bathroom sink. I felt
lubrication 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 place
with his left hand, forced me to stand up.

"I want you to sit down against the bathtub with your head against the
glass rub door," Tommy directed as he guided me to walk backward and then
sit down all the while holding the dildo firmly in place. I flinched as I
sat down. The dildo against the floor seemed to penetrate deeper into my
ass.

Tommy pressed his right hand against my chest and pushed my back against
the cold tub and glass. He quickly reached behind the open bathroom door
and pulled out what looked like a broomstick with eyehooks screwed into
each end as well as one in the middle. Zip! I heard the zip tie as it
tightened around the dog chains on my ankles securing each ankle to the
eyelets on each end of the broomstick.

Tommy pushed the broomstick back toward the bathtub and as he did so my
feet were forced to move closer to my butt and my center of gravity
shifted. I was a tripod against the bathtub - my knees bent up high and my
feet flat on the floor centering most of my weight on my core - firmly
planting 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 resolute
eyes. "Now be quiet, I have a few more things to do before our guests
arrive."

Before I could reply, Tommy reached into the back pocket of his shorts and
pulled out what looked like a shoe lace. He proceeded to tie this around
my ball sac and then secured it to the third eye hook in the center of the
broom stick.

"There we go," said Tommy. "I would want you stretching out your legs and
tripping anybody."

Tommy then turned toward the bathroom sink and opening the cabinet under
the sink produced a piece of climbing rope tied with what looked like a
hangman's noose on the end. Before I could say anything, Tommy had the
rope around my neck and had it tied off to the towel rack on the tub's
sliding glass doors.

"No zip ties?" I said sarcastically. "What's the sense of me wearing a
chain around my neck if you are not going to use it?"

"Choose your next words wisely because you won't be saying much for the
rest 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 college
guys. I don't know why I hadn't put anything together until that point. I
was too distracted by the prospect of fucking someone for once instead of
always being fucked. I was too distracted by the swiftness in which Tommy
immobilized me. I was too distracted by the assortment of toys and tools
and ropes and other equipment that Tommy had so thoughtfully hidden in the
bathroom.

"Any last words?" Tommy asked.

"Wait..."

Before I could finish my sentence Tommy had the O-ring planted firmly in my
mouth, 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 to
distract 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 his
face.

I looked up at him with pleading tear-filled eyes.

He must have noticed because as he exited the bathroom, before he shut the
door, he looked at me and said, "Don't worry baby. I love you and won't
let 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 was
hard to make out what people were saying but I was able to surmise that
only two of the college boys showed up. The third, it seems, was passed
out 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, in
their drunken state, that Tommy said "He'll join us shortly." But I heard
what he said and I knew what was about to happen. It was only a matter of
time.

So there I sat, impaled on a dildo, my legs spread wide and tied to a bar
that was secured to my scrotum forcing me to sit back with my weight
centered over that dildo. My head was pulled back by a hangman's noose
forcing me to sit up straight. My mouth was wide open because of the
O-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 suddenly
I 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 at
Tommy 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 laid
tonight. Neither of you is up to driving a vehicle and anywhere you go no
one will serve you nor let you in. So this is your only option unless you
are planning to go back to your condo and fuck your passed out buddy or
fuck each other before you each pass out."

Silence permeated the bathroom for what seemed like an eternity. I could
hear the sink dripping.

The Tommy broke the silence with some coaxing, "Go on fuck his mouth. He
isn'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 think
you should fuck his mouth at the same time."

The two college guys pulled down their shorts and walked toward me
semi-hard. Tommy put his hand on their shoulders to stop them as they
tried 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 other
one gives it a try. You can go much deeper if you go one at a time. Have
either 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 on
the 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 going
until you can't go any farther."

My face was red, I was drooling buckets. Choking. And I couldn't help but
notice 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 all
the way back in. I choked again.

"You got it," coached Tommy. "Now you want to give it a try?" Tommy asked
the other college boy.

"Sure" he replied.

He must have been carefully watching because he knew just what to do. His
cock was a lot more slender than the first guy but it was longer so it
didn't fill my mouth in quite the same way but significantly penetrated my
throat. I feared I might puke.

He slowly and deeply fucked my mouth and when he pulled out his cock it was
covered with mucous.

The first guy eagerly said it was his turn and they swapped. Clearly, if
they had any issue about sex with another guy they had gotten over it. Or
were 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 when
we started a few moments ago. I mean there was still a reaction when the
tip of each cock reached the back of my throat but I guess I was more
relaxed about it. I guess I was more accepting.

Suddenly the first guy started to tense up and his breathing sped up. He
started slamming his cock into my mouth in a frantic, sloppy way -even
missing the gaping hole created from the O-ring a few times and fucking the
air around my head like a small dog in heat.

"Slow down cowboy," Tommy said resting his right hand on the college guy's
left shoulder. "Go slowly. Let his mouth do the work for you. And when
you feel like you are ready to cum just push all the way in and let the
convulsions of his gagging throat bring you to orgasm."

Sure enough, a few minutes later, I felt cum shooting at the back of my
throat then filling my mouth. When he pulled out a trail of cum connected
his dick with my lips then dribbled down my face. I attempted to swallow
as he moved back.

As soon as the first college guy stepped away, the second guy - the one
with the slender but longer cock - took his place. He clearly was paying
attention because he needed no coaching from Tommy. He fucked my mouth
slowly and methodically. I coughed each time he thrust into me. A few
minutes later I could feel him tensing up, his sweat dripping off his
stomach onto my nose. I knew that when he came it would not be easy like
the first guy so I concentrated on getting full breaths so I would not pass
out 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 his
left shoulder and told him to let my throat do the work. The college boy
slid his cock down my throat and this time he stayed there. With my nose
pressed 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 rack
on the glass doors to the back of my head.

He pulled my head forward and I felt my stomach turn while I continued
gagging. I felt myself vomiting. The contents of my stomach came up into
my throat and with nowhere to go I was forced to swallow it again. His cum
blasted down my throat for what seemed like an eternity. No cum in my
mouth 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. I
figured the reality of what they just did was setting in and they needed to
get out of there, get back to their condo, lie down, pass out and pretend
it was all dream.

I strained to hear their goodbyes then panicked when I heard Tommy clearly
ask, "Same time tomorrow?"

I heard the door shut and then heard Tommy go to the fridge and open a
beer. 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 I
could ask him about his "same time tomorrow" comment but as he reach around
my 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 the
bathroom, pulling the door to shut it behind him. But, in his hurry, the
door did not shut all the way, so this time I could clearly hear the
conversation. 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 voice
getting louder as he said "Would you mind if I took a leak before I go - I
have 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 of
the condo development? A sober employee of the condo development? That
was 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 regained
his 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 about
watersports 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 swallowing
your piss," said Tommy pointing at my hard-on.

I couldn't look down because of the noose but knew from the sensation that
they were correct: my cock was ready to explode! Could I really be turned
on 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 held
his cock with his right hand.

"Now listen," he said. "I am going to put my cock in your mouth and I
don't want you doing anything. Don't move your tongue, Don't move your
head. Don't even swallow until I tell you to. If I get hard I am going to
have 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 of
each hand on your cheeks to block my pee from running out the sides of your
mouth. OK?"

I nodded again.

He closed his eyes for a moment then put his dick in my mouth. He pushed
forward so my face was buried in his crotch. I could feel him peeing and
he told me to swallow, as if I had any choice.

Once he finished using me as his own personal toilet he started to take his
dick 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 first
college guy's and as long as the second's.

I knew what I was in for. And gladly accepted it. Tommy just watched and
smiled. 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 was
forced 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 front
of me and started sucking on my cock.

"And it's mine!" exclaimed Tommy.

Tommy stood, straddling, over the maintenance man, pulled out his cock and
placed it in my eager, trained mouth.

As the soft sucking motions of the maintenance guy brought me to climax I
felt 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 to
swallow piss, Check. Really, what else could he do?"

I would soon loon what else he could do. And what he did on this vacation
would forever change my life and our relationship.

-----

The Drive South


We had stopped at a Rest Area in Pennsylvania when Tommy said, "Time to get
dressed."

"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 the
usual chains, super glue and chrome butt plug plus a metal penis-looking
device. 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. Or
do 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. Then
put your cock in the cage. Slip the metal prong through the cage and then
put 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 had
no 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 toilet
and set the paper bag on the floor. I reached in and put on the wrist
chains, first the right then the left, securing each with a link. I
applied some super glue to the threads of the link and tightened it. I was
feeling like an old pro at this.

I quickly pulled my socks down and put the chains around my ankle, securing
them as efficiently. I threw the superglue back in the bag and put the
chain 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 my
pants and reached into the bag for the butt plug. Coating two fingers of
my right hand with lube I smeared it on the plug and then, reaching between
my legs, fingered my hole while I sat on the toilet. When I knew I could
accommodate the metal intruder, I inserted the plug with my left hand while
I moaned with unaware abandon.

It was then that I noticed a large hole next to the toilet paper holder I
could see an blue eye watching me.

My heart was racing. I was sure I was alone when I entered the rest room
and I was also sure no one came into the rest room while I was chaining and
plugging myself. I realized then my anxiety around the level of control I
was giving up by putting the chastity cage on my cock. So pre-occupied was
I 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. I
could feel sweat building on my brow. It seemed like time was at a
standstill.

"What else is in the bag?" the guy in the stall next to me whispered
gruffly.

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 Red
Hot 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 of
a blow job in a public bathroom but mostly because Tommy had years of
practice 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 even
notice that I was alone again. I wiped my dick off with some toilet paper
and quickly put my nuts through the metal base followed by my now flaccid
cock as Tommy had instructed me to. I slid my cock into the metal cage and
secured the metal cage to the base with a small lock.

Tommy was sitting in the driver's seat in the car with the window rolled
down 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. "All
set to go."

Tommy just smiled back at me.

We both knew what had happened in the rest room. We both knew that we both
knew. 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't
you?"

I nodded with a smile because what I heard Tommy say was "You won't be
getting yourself off during this vacation, I will do it for you."

"Hmmmm." Tommy mused scratching his head. 'OK.'

-----

Forty Eight Hours Later


Tommy had not engaged me sexually for the next two days. No enemas. No
shaving. No fucking. No nothing.

Yet I was so horny.

And while I found myself increasingly aroused, I could not get hard. Don't
get me wrong. I certainly got erect but only to the point where the
chastity cage would let me. I would wake in discomfort in the middle of
the night with a would-be erection begging to be released but I couldn't do
anything about it.

My thoughts started focusing more and more on sex even though we weren't
doing anything.

I never realized how much I actually touched my cock throughout the day and
how 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 except
for the chains on each appendage and my cage. I had been naked on the
beach before during our vacations but this time it was different. The cage
encapsulating my cock acted like a man magnet. It seemed to draw every guy
on 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 an
onlooker who was trying to immortalize me in a photo.

This just made me feel more sexual and sexually frustrated.

-----

Twenty Four More Hours


By the third day I felt like I as going to explode. I pleaded with Tommy
to 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 said
as he took off his pants and sat down in a chair.

I went to work and was voracious and unstoppable. It was like the first
time I ever had sex with a guy - there was so much pent up energy that I
was completely consumed. Consumed with cock.

As I brought Tommy to climax my mind drifted off to first time I had sex
with a guy. .I remembered coming so quickly when the other guy simply put
his hand on my cock.

As Tommy filled my mouth with his cum, I realized I would not be coming so
quickly this time: my hands were secured behind my back and my cock was in
a 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 pair
of scissors he cut the zip tie and freed my hands. Then he knelt in front
of me and put his warm mouth over my caged cock. He reached in his pocket
and 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 a
moan 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 he
pinched the lock of the chastity cage between two fingers so he could
insert 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 still
plugged?"

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 had
injected beer up my ass he fondled my cock to keep me distracted from the
cramping 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 off
and 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. I
just did as I was told.

I struggled as I lay on the bathroom floor while the beer filled my ass. I
could see my gut extending and the cramping and pressure was awful. I held
my breath then forcefully exhaled to try and alleviate the discomfort while
I 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 a
bigger plug?"

"Uggh... I am fine," I huffed back.

"Good, now get your ass out here. Bring a towel with you in case you have
an accident." Tommy demanded.

I obliged but no sooner had I walked to where he was sitting that I got a
big 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 of
beer 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 where
you eventually got to release your enema. You will keep the beer inside
you so that it gets completely absorbed by your intestines. You can piss
it 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 freaking
out over all this because he reassured me saying, "You can do it, just lay
there and keep it in. You'll come soon and it will be like no other orgasm
you have ever had. I promise." He gave me a pillow to rest my head on
then stroked my hair.

Sure enough, in less than a half hour I had to pee and most of the pressure
to 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 to
get out of its cage. It was no use fighting it I thought and I shifted
onto my back and tried to get some sleep.

Tommy woke up around 8:30 the next morning. Actually I woke Tommy up
around 8:30. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't think. Actually I could think
but only about sex. I was depraved from being deprived.

"I can't take this," I said to him frantically. "This thing is driving me
crazy. 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 to
take care of me first."

"Another blow job?" I asked.

"Nope," Tommy replied. "And I won't tie you up either - though I would ask
that you not use your hands."

"OK, what?" I sighed.

"It's morning and I need to take a monstrous piss. I want you to swallow
it 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 that
every last bit of spunk inside you is completely drained."

Tommy knew that his request was no small proposition. I had been tied up
and 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 their
piss was almost as clear as water. Morning piss was different. It was
concentrated. Powerful. And I wouldn't be forced. This would be a
choice.

"It is not really free will when my cocks in this cage and you are holding
it 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 help
you 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 not
being 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 chastity
cage out of his pocket, then grab a zip tie.

I quickly followed him into the bathroom and as he turned on the shower
Tommy turned to me and said, "You know 'OK do it' really isn't a request."

"What do yo