Guys' Retreat Pt. 02

Part 2: Friends or "Friends"?

This whole thing of me being caged in a male chastity device in front of my two friends could have been laughed off. Sure, they'd humiliated me by stripping me naked and making me display my cock cage to them. But still, even after all that and the "pussy-whipped" comment, we could have laughed about this and moved on.

There was no need for our friendship to be destroyed. But Vince and Kent had another plan and it was one that would completely destroy the friendship.

Though I think Vince was the instigator of the plan they'd hatched, Kent was the one to deliver the message. When he stood in front of me, I felt the power differential even more forcefully. He was dressed; I was naked. He was in his cabin; I was a guest. He was part of a two-person team; I was alone.

"So, here's the deal, Brian," he began. And just then I saw a flash. Instinctively, I turned toward its source. Vince was taking pictures of me.

"Stop it!" I yelled, furious. But, turned toward him as I was now, I gave him an even better view and he was taking advantage of it, shooting photos in burst mode.

"Stop it!" I yelled again, to no effect.

Kent turned me toward him. "Ignore him, Brian. I have something important to tell you."

I wasn't able to ignore what Vince was doing but I turned toward Kent and listened.

"We've got a plan. You're not going to like it. But you're going to go along with it. Unless, of course, you want this story, and these pictures, to get out to everyone we know."

I didn't really have a choice. I'd be the laughingstock of our circle of friends. It would never be forgotten. Years from now, I'd have to wonder whether some new person I was being introduced to had just been filled in on my history by someone who knew it. My life would be ruined.

So, the advantage Vince and Kent had over me was just multiplied tenfold.

"Vince and I had been talking about ending whoring activities. I've been living on borrowed time with Ann, I think. Nicole hasn't told her anything, but I could wind up in the same situation you did. And Vince is actually starting to date a chick he's interested in. So, maybe it's time to end that part of Guys' Retreat."

Vince chimed in, "And you wouldn't be part of those activities anyway, not with your little steel trap on." And he kind of snorted.

"So," Kent continued, "we're not going in to town to try to pick up chicks or hire hookers."

"I think that's a good idea," I said, not understanding yet why I wasn't going to like this plan. It sounded fine to me. Then the hammer dropped.

"But we're horny and we're not willing to settle for just whacking off. We can do that alone at home."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "No! I'm not going to jack you guys off."

"Oh, Brian ... a hand job wasn't what we had in mind."

"NO! Absolutely not!"

"I told you you wouldn't like it. But I also told you you're going to go along with it. And you are. If you find it hard—difficult, I mean—just visualize what your life will be like if we tell everyone and show them these pictures."

That drew only silence from me. I had no response.

"So, you're going to take care of our needs." I watched Kent issue these words. He seemed so cold, like no one I'd ever known.

"Starting now." I was momentarily frozen. "I said, starting now!" Kent barked.

And, with that, he pressed down on my shoulders. I was forced to my knees, more by the force of his voice and acceptance of my powerlessness in this situation than from the physical force he was applying.

I was on my knees, before him. Kent had never zipped up after he was stroking himself to the porno flick, so all he needed to do was pull his pants apart to expose his slightly hard cock. As he lifted his cock and pulled my head toward it, the flash went off over and over again.

My face was burning and my pulse pounding as Kent's cock, now nearly at full staff, brushed my lips.

"Open your mouth, Brian. ... Open your mouth or Vince will hold you and I'll force it in."

I let Kent's cock invade my mouth. At first he was just fucking my face. I wasn't doing anything. But then he ordered me to suck him. What was I going to do at this point? I began sucking his hard cock.

He started barking out orders to me: "Now kiss my balls ... lick my balls ... run your tongue up and down the underside of my cock ... just use your mouth now ... now cup my balls in your hand and stroke my cock with the other." I followed them all, to the best of my ability.

Then it got harder. I mean the tasks, not his cock. But that got harder, too.

"Swallow it, bitch!" Kent ordered. (So now it was not 'Brian' anymore; it was 'bitch'.) "Take it all the way down."

Kent forced his rigid rod to the back of my throat and then down. I choked; I gagged; my eyes watered. He didn't relent. He was holding my head tightly against his abdomen.

He kept me in that position, unable to breath, for what felt like a long time. When he finally released my head and I pulled away from his cock, strings of sticky saliva drooped from my lips to his shiny cock. I gasped for breath and stared at Kent's cock. It bounced with excitement and oozed pre-cum.

Vince took this as a photo-op. Shooting lots of stills. But, then, I think, he switched to taking a video. Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see him holding phone up, but there were no more flashes for a while.

"Okay, now suck me off and do a good job. If I don't like how you're doing it, I'll just fuck your mouth like I was just doing. It's up to you."

So, now, I began working Kent's cock to get him to blow his load. I wasn't planning to take his spunk in my mouth. I'd suck him until he was about to cum and then jack him off onto the floor. Good plan—quickly scotched.

"And be sure to take my nut on your mouth. Show it to me before you swallow it."

Those were the terms. And that's what I did. Kent had pretty much told me what he liked when he was giving me all the commands. There weren't any surprises there. He liked what every guy liked. If I wanted this to end soon, I knew it would be by giving him what he wanted.

I licked the underside of his shaft, cupped his balls, and began stroking his hard cock into my mouth. I bounced my head on and off his cock more and more quickly, jacking him ever faster with my hand.

All this time, Kent was leaking pre-cum. But I could definitely feel it when he was just about to cum. His balls pulled up against his body, his cock got even harder, and the muscles in his thighs clenched hard.

I felt an anticipatory gag and tried to pull off his cock for a breather. No luck! His hand was on the back of my head, making sure I finished the job now.

Suddenly, I heard Kent roar loudly. I felt a spurt of semen shooting down the length of his shaft and I felt it begin to fill my mouth. One ... two ... three ... four hard gushes of cum filled my mouth.

It was hot and salty and a little slimy. Really, no different from my own cum, at least not that I could taste. But, while I've tasted my own cum, I don't make a habit of swallowing my load. Now I was confronted with the task of swallowing a huge load of cum.

I remembered that I was supposed to show Kent the cum in my mouth before swallowing. I had to wait for a minute or so because his eyes were closed. That gave the cum in my mouth a chance to hit all of my taste buds and fill my nostrils with the scent of his nut.

When Kent finally looked down, I opened my mouth wide, showing him his creamy load, and, when I was sure he'd seen, I closed my eyes and gulped to swallow it all at once.

"There," Kent said. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"It was awful! It was disgusting! And you're both shits!" I shot out stuccato, getting up to grab my beer in the hope of killing the taste in my mouth.

"Well," Kent replied, "you'll get used to it. You're going to be doing a lot of it for the next few days. Starting with Vince. ... Take a look at his cock, Brian. I think the thought of blowing his nut in your mouth got him excited."

Vince's cock was completely erect, sticking out of his pants that had been unzipped and pulled apart. I knew that no sooner would I flush out my mouth with a swig of beer than it would be filled again by my "friend's" cum. But I still needed that beer. I took a big slug of beer and flushed it around in my mouth, swallowed, and did it again.

I didn't know either of these guys anymore. But if you'd make me bet on it in advance, I would have picked Vince as being more cruel and brutal. I would have been wrong. I mean, it was clear that he knew he was in charge. But he was nicer than Kent had been.

"I'm ready for you, Brian. ... Get over here and get to work."

Vince was still on the couch, with his feet on the floor but most of his body lying flat on the couch. It looked like he planned to stay there. So, I walked over and got down on my knees beside the couch.

"Get going," was all Vince said. No barked commands and, thankfully, no deepthroating. It's strange to say this but I was relieved that I was going to be able to give him a blowjob on my own terms.

As I leaned in to service Vince, I saw Kent pull out his phone and begin recording. Well, in for a dime, in for a dollar. They had plenty of blackmail material on me already. What difference could it possibly make that they were getting more.

It wasn't taking long to get Vince started toward an orgasm. I think Kent must have been right that watching me suck him off had gotten Vince revved up.

I was bobbing my head up and down Vince's big, hard cock and pumping him furiously with my hand. It wasn't going to be long before he exploded in my mouth. The sooner the better. That sounds awful, of course, but the sooner he shot his load in my mouth, the sooner I could end this whole scene.

And it didn't take long. Vince's hips bucked up with urgency and his cock began exploding in my mouth, filling it with jet after jet of his salty cum.

When he finished filling my mouth, I swallowed with his cock still in my mouth and pulled back away from him. I was panting hard.

As I reached for my beer, Kent put his phone away and said, "Wow, Brian! You're good at this. You're a natural. We should have thought of this years ago.

No! We shouldn't have! I thought, but I didn't say anything. I just grabbed my beer and flushed the taste out of my mouth.

As I got up to grab my clothes, I noticed that I was leaking pre-cum from the tip of my cock cage. What's that about? I wondered.

I didn't take time to think about it. I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a leak. I just wanted to get to bed and to sleep. I wanted this day to end. Maybe things wouldn't look so dark tomorrow, I thought. But then I remembered Kent saying, "you're going to be doing a lot of this the next few days." Shit, I thought, I'm screwed! I didn't know how right I was.