Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 11:21:29 -0700 (PDT) From: L R Subject: No Break Part IX (bi authoritarian) This story is total fantasy, based on some of my experiences. You might not know it from how long it took me to finish the whole thing, but it has been fun sharing this in writing. You can contact me at kink_330@yahoo.com All rights reserved. I'm submitting this to the Yahoo group menstrippedanddisplayed, to the Nifty Archive for the bisexual authoritarian section and to Altairboy because each of them serves a different audience that might be interested in this story. I give each of these sites a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual, and non-cancelable license to display the work. Contact me if you think this should be posted anywhere else. I might enjoy discovering new story sites rather than not knowing where someone else has posted. ******** No Break by Master Lou Part IX As our week at the beach wound to a close, we packed Mark, Joanna and myself into my Mini Cooper and headed toward the Keys. It was our last day and I wanted to do something special. Joanna and I didn't tell Mark about our conversation with a local couple. They gave us detailed driving directions to a clothing optional beach off the beaten path. It wasn't officially a nude beach, but it was unguarded and the local police didn't bother the bathers. We did call Mark's four teammates and told them to meet us there and to bring some women. As we're driving, Joanna brought it up. "I've never been to a nude beach before. This could be a hoot." "A nude beach?" asked Mark excitedly. Then his predicament sunk in. "I can't be naked unless you unlock my cockcage, Lou." He was facing a whole day of being displayed as the dickless bodybuilding wrestler. I just laughed and kept driving. Without the written directions, we wouldn't have found the place. The last turn was down a dirt road and parking was in the sand in front of a low dune. We got to the beach about 11:30 and there were only a handful of other people there. The spot was very secluded and only about a mile long with an inlet cutting through at the south end of the beach and some overgrown dunes and unexpected rocks at the north end. The rocks looked like they might have been placed there as a conservation effort years ago and perhaps they worked because they were still there. Joanna, as you know, was not shy. As witness of that, recall her demonstrated skill at the banana eating contest on stage at the beginning of the week and her voluntary bare assed walk to the ice machine at the hotel. She was laying toward the north end of the beach on her back letting the sun warm the curves of her breasts before we really had our bearings. When I shucked my shorts and spread out a towel, Mark had little choice. He couldn't hardly let his date go nekked and stay dressed himself. He unhurriedly pulled off his own shirt and lowered his bathing suit, left in only his flip flops and chastity cage. He pointed to the device and gave me a questioning look. "Maybe later, if you behave yourself" I told him. Mark wasn't expecting to be exposed on the beach long term when we started out this morning. He was also unaware that his teammates would be joining us. It's a good thing that he was already bare assed himself when they arrived about a half hour later. Otherwise, I'm not sure he'd be willing. Of course, the guys had failed to find any babes to come to the nude beach with them. Mark had to put up with some rude remarks like "How's it hangin, Mark?" and "What's your date think of this?" With the tan he'd gotten over the week, you couldn't see his face blush but his white butt did look like it went red for a second. As the day went on, more and more people arrived at the secluded beach. Most of them were college students on break. There were a few couples, probably locals and no young children at all. Mark stayed self-conscious the whole day. I mean, with two dozen naked college students outside in the warm sun, there was obviously some sexual interest. But mostly everyone fell into their regular beach routines. Last minute tanning at the end of the week. Floating or swimming in the small waves that washed up onto the sand. The guys tossing a football. The ladies reading or looking for shells. It's not like the whole day was one giant orgy of sex. On the other hand, Mark was not entirely nekked. His cock was completely and noticeably locked by two small padlocks into a confining chastity cage. Why is it that being clearly prevented from using his cock made him look and feel like the most sexual person at the beach? He sure had to be the horniest. In the late afternoon when Joanna and all six of us guys happened to be together at our spot on the beach, I turned the subject to Mark's restraint. "Well, you've been in that cockcage for over a week now, friend. You've been a good sport about it, but you've really gotta be desperate to get your rocks off." By now, even Mark's ass was showing a little color from the day's exposure to the sun, so I couldn't tell whether he blushed. He did pause to swallow before he responded. "You know it, Lou. Neither you nor Joanna have been trying to lighten my burden. She teases me every chance she gets and you keep finding ways to put me on display." The wrestling teammate that were with us all took a quiet interested in the conversation. They had seen a little of Mark's exposure during the week but had really no clue about the boundries between Mark and I that had been stretched so significantly. I went on, "You're not suppose to be freed until we get home on Sunday. I'll be a good sport too and unlock you for a little while now. You promise to put the cage back on when I tell you?" "Yes, Lou!" Mark reacted enthusiastically. I figured my studly muscled roommate was trained well enough by now to do what he was told. But just in case, that promise in front of his teammates would guarantee I'd get enough help later if he resisted. "OK. You get an hour out of the cage," I stated as I produced the keys to his padlocks and arranged him on his back in the sand. "You have a lot of spunk built up in your balls, buddy. If I was you, I'd get off as many times as I could." Mark stiffened and froze. His training at being bound and helpless to get off each time I removed his CB2000 earlier in the week must have been kicking in. He seemed not to be considering that he could cum while out of the cage. He was thankful for just a chance to be unencumbered for an hour. As I made the suggestion, he quickly realized the embarrassment he's feel with his teammates and possibly the other men and women at the beach watching him get off after nearly two weeks of aroused frustration. By the time he started to protest, I was opening the second lock and lifting the cage off his crotch. Once again his conditioning kicked in and his cock sprung to full and thick attention even before I had the base ring hinging open and off. The guys started razzing him about his wood and how desperate Mark must be. It was Joanna's encouragement that actually got him started jacking off in front of our group. "Sunday is two days away and I don't think Lou is going to relent any more than this one hour, Stud." He asked her to help him. Holding her hand up to him was all she needed to do to stop his advances. He had learned to do as he was ordered and the immediate increase in the volume of the other guys' encouragement was enough for Joanna to realize that if she had any kind of sex with him on the beach, she'd be the main attraction in a very public display for the whole crowd. Not even the aggressive Joanna was ready for that much attention. Mark hesitated for a moment. Everyone in our group was encouraging him to wank. His cock was wildly demanding to be satisfied and we could all see that. He didn't hold out long before he wrapped his fist around it and started stroking. Naturally, this lead to a low frantic-sounding moan from the core of Mark's spirit. All six of the rest of us were rapt in interest to Mark's act of self-sex. His friends moved to block Mark from view of the rest of the bathers on the beach as best they could, but people were near us to the south and a few were out in the water to the east. Joanna and I both sat in the sand near Mark and watched him wanking in shameless abandon. He had to be incredibly horny to throw away all his dignity and pleasure his cock in front of our small crowd. The self-sex building up to Mark's long-withheld orgasm was so blatant and all-consuming that every one of us men got boned watching. Nobody freeked. All of us just offered encouragement. Finally, two of the guys started rubbing their hands over their own dicks. Joanna lovingly instructed Mark to slow down his pace. She wanted to let the other men catch up with Mark's progress toward orgasm. They interpreted her orders to Mark as support for their own efforts and knelt beside him straining for their own relief. It didn't strike any of us as a gay think to do, simply a natural response to an openly sexual situation. The scene was pure sex then. Mark charging toward his own powerful cum. Joanna, two of the college wrestlers and I taking in the force of the scene and Alan and Jeff being pulled overwhelmingly along toward climax by Mark's sexual charge. I was incapable of noticing how the other people on the beach reacted as Mark roared his enthusiasm for his violent climax. His seemed to go everywhere, splashing across his chiseled abs, his flexing pecs and his gorgeous face into the sand. Jeff and Alan cummed all over the sand and Mark's legs. I remember my feeling at that moment about how perfect is was to sit in the warm sand with friends, share in my new boytoy's well earned orgasm and bask in the rush of seeing him covered in cum. When we finally started coming down from the natural high and Mark recovered some strength, we all ran to the surf and dove in. Anyone interested in our noisy scene must have noticed the absence of Mark's cockcage and figured out what had just happened. We swam awhile until Joanna helped Mark with his second orgasm by giving him a hand job under water. There was only a slight amount of teasing from Larry and Billy about being left out so far and needing help from Joanna's free hand. She answered by starting with BOTH hands on Mark's still uncontrolled wood under the water. Up on shore with 15 minutes left, Mark abandoned all inhibitions. He sat with his back to the main part of the beach and recklessly wanked. Several curious people came near to watch and Joanna explained to them it was Mark's first chance to get off all week. It seemed that anyone who might have been offended just stayed from our small crowd. Before we left the beach that day, we jumped in the ocean once again to rinse the sand. We spread our towels out on the car seats and dried as we drove still bare-assed to our hotel. Mark was secure once again in his chastity device. We did slip on some trunks and Joanna put on her t-shirt before we exited the car at our respective hotels. Friday night was not spectacular. It was important in the long run. Mark might have been put off now that his cock was satisfied. The nightly ritual we had shared served to pull us back to the power exchange we had arrived at earlier in the week. Mark wanted the cockcage off to sleep. I insisted he be tied to the bed first. He could only earn that by sucking my cock and I think he knew it was his place to give me that, especially since I hadn't cummed all day. Greg and Shannon had left on Friday, so Saturday morning at the hotel was quiet for a change. I could actually hear the buttplug vibrating in Mark's ass as he went into the hallway for his morning ice. It inspired me to order Mark to use it under his clothes in the car as we drove back to Chicago and our classes. Our drive was also quiet, as most return trips tend to be. (No, not SO quiet that I could hear the plug humming in the car.) The inaccessibility of Mark's cock, the stimulation of the buttplug those couple hours it was in use, Mark's healthy male sex drive, his new training in pleasing others and the proximity of the two of us in my small car all combined to light a fresh spark in our masculine charge. We started talking about the cockcage. It would have been so easy to hide the keys when we got back to our apartment and begin training Mark as my hungry ass fucktoy. But it would have been dishonest. Mark deserved that I keep my word. That was for the best because when I told him I'd take the cockcage off Sunday night at home, he informed me he wasn't ready yet. And we know that when the chaste college jock consents to give up the keys, the keyholder then makes all the rules. I wouldn't even give him a deadline for release this time. The end.