A Day at the Beach
I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee with sunlight peering through the blinds. Music was playing downstairs. I heard Ryan in the kitchen, singing along to Hendrix's All Along the Watchtower. I turned toward the other side of the bed, burying my head in Ryan's pillow. Taking a deep breath, I could smell his scent that I loved so much. Outside, the sun was shining in a clear blue sky.
I made my way to the bathroom to relieve myself. On top of the toilet bowl was a new chastity device. Not my CB-6000. It was one somewhat similar, but made of silicone. Next to it was a small padlock. I instantly understood. Before my dick could have time to get hard, I put it on. Somehow, I started to like the feeling of having my cock caged and controlled. This cage felt better than mine. It would probably be easier to stay caged for longer period of times. In the bedroom, I looked for something to put on. Ryan had taken my clothes upstairs from the playroom. I slipped into my boxer shorts and went down to the kitchen.
Ryan welcomed me with his usual broad smile. "Good morning sleepy head! Did you sleep well?"
"'morning! Slept like a baby, yeah. Coffee?"
"Yup. And some fresh orange juice, looks like you need it." I walked behind him to hug him and give him a kiss on the neck. He turned around and grabbed my crotch. "I see you found what I left for you to wear. Do you like it?"
"Probably more than mine. Seems a lot more comfortable but as secure as the other. We'll see over the next few days." Ryan answered with a wry smile and a passionate kiss.
I leaned on the kitchen counter and slowly sipped my steaming coffee. Ryan was busy fixing us breakfast. He was only wearing a pair of trunks outlining his perfect ass and big dick. I took in the sight of this gorgeous hunk busying himself in the kitchen. "Did I already tell you how beautiful you are?"
"Stop it you, you'll make me blush. How do you like your eggs?"
After breakfast, Ryan suggested we take advantage of the beautiful weather and get out a bit. After a good shower where I again took pleasure in drinking his piss from the tap, we decided to hike the Marin Headlands, just north of San Francisco, after a short detour to my place to grab my hiking shoes. As we approached the Presidio, a thought crossed my mind: it was the first time I would cross the Golden Gate bridge as a resident of the city.
I had never been to the Marin Headlands. The place is peppered with relics of past wars. Bunkers and abandoned building amid waves crashing on the beautiful shores. We stumbled upon a very large and decaying concrete building known as Battery Mendell; it once held two enormous anti-ship guns. From thetop, the view was breathtaking. Because of the somewhat cold temperature and the strong wind, we were alone in this place that seemed so out of time.
Ryan knew the place quite well and told me to follow him inside the complex. The place is closed to the public, but there's a hidden entryway if you know where to look and can squeeze yourself between bent window bars. Inside the decrepit structure reigned an atmosphere of solemn reverence disturbed only by the graffiti covering the walls. This fortification had been built more than a hundred years ago and served during both world wars. It was pitch black only a few meters from the windows. Using the light from our phones, we continued deeper into the structure. We arrived in a room with no windows. It had probably been used as a storage room and still had hooks and chains dangling from the ceiling.
"I have an idea... Drop your bag and put your hands in the air." I complied with Ryan's command. He took a pair of handcuffs from his bag and passed them through the loop of a chain hanging a bit higher than my head. He closed the handcuffs around my wrists. If the idea of getting caught having sex in a public place was somewhat scary and exciting, the idea of getting caught doing it while tied up was scarier and more exciting.
"Imagine you all tied up in this place that was abuzz with military men some sixty years ago... All those soldiers leaving their loving wives, spending months at a time with other men for sole company. What would they have done to a gorgeous guy like you, bound and at their mercy in a room where no one would disturb them... Imagine..."
My dick was starting to respond to his tale, but was quickly halted by its silicone encasement. Ryan took something out of his bag. "First, they'd blindfold you to make sure you wouldn't be able to identify them." Not that I could see much in the darkness of the room, but the leather blindfold added to the sensation of helplessness.
"Then, they'd gag you so you couldn't make any sound." He held something in front of my face. It was a sock. By the smell of it, one he had already worn for a few days. With one hand, he grabbed my jaw and pressed it open. He shoved his sock in my mouth with his other hand. Then, he used duct tape to make sure I wouldn't be able to spit it out.
"After that... I'd better show you what they'd do to you after that." As always, he had probably planned this all along.
He undid my belt and dropped my pants and shorts to the ground. I was expecting to feel lube or his fingers. Instead, I felt his tongue to my hole. As he was eating my ass out, I started to moan in my saliva soaked gag. Once he was satisfied with his work, he stood up. "I hope it's wet enough. I forgot the lube at home, so it'll have to do." I had been fucked so much over the last two days, I wasn't very worried. But still, he had a huge, thick cock. I felt the tip on my hole, the gentle pressure followed by the pop of the head entering my ass. The lack of lube made it painful. It was as if he was ripping my hole apart. I screamed in my gag.
"Sorry about that. I'll try to be gentle... Relax."
He continued to bury his monster down my hole. Soon, I felt his balls on my ass. He was all the way in. He started his back and forth movement slowly. I was thankful for that. It was still painful and I needed time to adjust. As soon as I started to moan again, he picked up pace. As he fucked me, I imagined him in his marine uniform, with me handcuffed to the ceiling of a storage room inside a military complex full of hunks at their prime, in need of sexual release. I imagined them taking turns fucking me after Ryan. After a few minutes of this delicious fuck filled by my vivid imagination, I felt Ryan come. A few more thrusts and he removed himself from my gaping hole.
I heard him move around me. I heard the sound of his phone's camera going off, taking a few shots. He then removed my blindfold and uncuffed my hands from the ceiling. He locked them again behind my back and pushed me down on my knees. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and spat on my face. His cock was still out of his pants. He removed the gag and took the sock out of my mouth. Then, he removed the condom from his dick. "Open your mouth and keep it that way." He squeezed his cum from the condom into my mouth. "Don't swallow yet. I want you to taste my cum. Use your tongue to stir it in your mouth." He bent down over me and let a wad of spit drop into my open mouth. "OK, now you can swallow."
After unlocking me from the chain and putting our clothes on, we departed the complex just in time as a group of teenagers arrived. We saw them disappear in the building by the same window we had used. We couldn't help but burst into laughter, imagining the situation if we had stayed there a little bit longer.
Ryan had brought lunch for us and found a spot on the beach to eat. My ass was still sore from Ryan's pounding, but I had loved every minute of it. Ryan proposed that we have dinner with his gang then go to the Eagle, a leather bar that had just reoponed after years of being closed. I loved the idea of seeing his friends again. We finished our lunch and cuddled for a while, taking in the view of the Pacific ocean. The sun kept us warm in the chill of early spring. Using my phone, I took a picture of us. Since he had taken pictures of me in the most intimate situations, it was only fair that I could have a few pictures too.
Letting my eyes wander aimlessly on the horizon, I murmured: "Thanks, Ryan."
"For what?"
I turned my head and looked into Ryan's blue eyes. "For this", embracing the landscape with my arm. "This hike. The tour of San Francisco. Introducing me to new people. I love when you fuck me like you did. I love cuddling in your arms too. Most of all, I feel grateful to have you now. It's difficult enough to relocate to a new place, let alone a new continent, having to go through it alone would be that much more complicated. So, yeah, thanks." I leaned forward and kissed him.
"I am the lucky one to have found you, Josh. I'm happy I could help you settle in your new life... And be a part of it."
Back at his house, we had a few hours to spare and Ryan told me he needed to run a few errands. I asked him if he wanted me to come along, but he declined.
"I have a far better idea for you. Come with me." I followed him down to his playroom. "Strip down." Once stripped, he held a shiny black latex catsuit in front of me. It had attached boots and gloves with an all-around zip. He helped get inside and closed the zip. It was a tight fit, but I was comfortable. He added ankle cuffs along with a leather collar, the same as yesterday, all locked with a padlock. Again, he applied the leather mitts to my hands and locked them too. Then came the gag. A simple but effective lockable penis gag. He lubed a medium-sized plug and opened the back of my suit to push it in my hole, and closed the suit again with a small padlock. He pushed me toward the cage. It was about 1 meter long by 40 centimeters large and 60 centimeters high. He made me sit in it and attached my neck and my wrists to the back of the cage, and my ankles to the sides of the cage. Before locking the cage, he put one of his used trunk over my head, making sure to align the crotch part with my nose.
"All set. I'll be back in 2 hours tops. There's beer in the fridge and the DVR is full of episodes of NCIS..." He switched the lights off and left, laughing. My position was only mildly comfortable, keeping me awake. I could not change position because of the way my arms and neck were locked. The smell of his crotch was keeping me aroused. I couldn't believe how much this guy turned me on.
Over the next hours, I drifted in a state in-between consciousness and sleep, letting my mind daydream. I was once again chained to the ceiling of the storage room inside the military complex, getting fucked by a regiment of hunky and horny soldiers. Strangely enough, they all looked like Ryan. They took turn fucking me and then finishing by cuming on my face. I was drenched in their cum, which they rinsed by pissing all over me.
I came round when I heard the front door open and close. "How are you doing in here?" It was Ryan. The lights flicked on. I grunted in my gag to let him now I was fine. "OK, great. I'll leave you to it then. See you later." The lights were off again. It was probably another hour or so before Ryan came down again.
"Hey, we should get ready for dinner, it's already six thirty." He unlocked my neck, wrists and ankles and helped me out of the cage, removing the trunk from my head. He removed the cuffs, mitts and the collar and then helped me out of the catsuit, leaving the gag on. After all this time in a latex suit, I was covered in sweat.
"Before you get dressed, I want you to wear something special underneath your clothes." He took another latex suit from a rack. It had short pants and was sleeveless. It wouldn't show underneath "normal clothes". Without a zip, it was a neck-entry suit and Ryan helped me into it. I guess the plug wasn't getting out of my ass any time soon. It only had a small zip on the crotch, presumably to let my cock out.
"I have also taken the liberty of selecting a set of clothes for you for tonight... Thought you'd like to wear them after what you told me yesterday and today's fun at the beach." It was his Marine pants, tee shirt and boots. "I wore them in Afghanistan. And I still wear the tee shirt to the gym. I love to see the other guys stare at me in it. I haven't washed it this week yet, so I guess it's pretty ripe." He helped me step into his Marine pants, boots and tee shirt. Everything was a bit too big for me. He locked the boots with two small padlocks, and locked the belt of the pants with another one. Ryan was right: his shirt was ripe with his sweat. Of course, I loved it.
He pushed me toward the pillory. I didn't need any explanation and put my hands and neck in the matching holes. He closed the upper part over me, locking me in place. "I'll be back soon, I have to get ready too."
A quarter of an hour later, or so it seemed, he came back. He was wearing a tight fitting pair of leather pants and a military tank-top. I could see a pair of handcuffs attached to the belt. He looked like a god. He unlocked me from the pillory and removed the penis gag.
"Let's go. We're already late!"