Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2015 23:47:58 -0500
From: Griffin Acheson
Subject: Beach Diary Part 3

Beach Diary Part 3


"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 you mean?" I asked.

"If you really want to show your free will you have to say 'Tommy will you
please tie my hands behind my back so I won't touch my cock when you
release it'."

"OK" I said.

"Then say it," Tommy commanded.

"Tommy will you please tie my hands behind my back so I won't touch my cock
when you release it," I asked.

"I will," Tommy replied and with that he zipped my hands together and then
unlocked the cage.

The cage came off and I was instantly erect.  My dick was purple from the
engorged blood.

"You know I can't get the base off when you are that way," Tommy pointed
out.  "Close your eyes, take a deep breath and relax.  But do it quickly
because I really gotta piss."

As soon as my cock was somewhat soft Tommy pushed my nuts through and ring
and wrenched off the base.

"I really gotta piss," he said in response to my whining.  "Now get down on
your knees."

I did as I was told. "Now just to be sure this is of your own free will
tell me one more time what you want," said Tommy.

"Please piss in my mouth.  I want to swallow it all."  I said as I opened
my mouth and closed my eyes.

"No.  Look up at me - look me in the eyes while you drink my piss so I know
you really want it.," instructed Tommy.

And with that he began to piss - only a little - then directed the stream
at my open willing mouth.

I was horrified at the strong, pungent, putrid and almost stale taste of
his piss.  But I swallowed and swallowed - all the while looking up at his
eyes while he looked down at mine.

"Don't spill a drop," said Tommy as he leaned forward guiding the head of
his penis so it touched my upper lip.

"Make a nice seal with your lips so you get it all," he said.

I did as I was told, continuing to look up at him.

It seemed that a seal of my lips around the head of his cock was all he was
waiting for, because once my lips were pressed around the head of Tommy's
cock he sighed and the stream of his warm urine increased.  I feverishly
swallowed, afraid to take a breath, afraid to breathe in his piss, afraid
to wretch, afraid to spill a drop.

He soon finished but before he pulled away, he looked down at me and said,
"Get it all - don't spill anything."  As if on cue I pushed my tongue into
his urethra and sucked it clean.

"That's good," Tommy said.  "Now, are you ready to be drained of all your
cum?"

"Oh my god yes!  Finally!" I exclaimed.

And with that, Tommy grabbed my arms and helped me first to my feet, then
helped me out of the shower.  Standing in the middle of the bathroom, Tommy
pressed on my shoulders..  "Get on your knees." He said.  "I need to get a
couple of things."

Tommy left the bathroom and returned some 30 seconds later with a dildo,
some lube and strange wooden looking thing that I had never seen before.

"What's that?"  I asked, nervously.

"It's called a humblr," Tommy replied.  "It will keep you in the right
position so I can milk every last drop of cum out of you."

Tommy then knelt behind me and reached between my legs and grabbed my
balls.  As he pulled backward, I had no choice but to bend forward until my
head was on the cold bathroom tile floor.  Tommy released my nuts briefly
only to slip them between the wooden pieces of the humblr contraption.  He
then tightened two wind nuts and the two pieces were pulled together
clamping on my ball sack and securing my nuts tightly in place.  It was
like they were in a vice.  He then pulled the humblr back and twisting a
little, secured it between my back thighs.

He got up to survey his work.  He smiled and stood there with his arms
crossed looking me over thoroughly.  From my head on the floor, to my hands
tied behind my back, to my ass sticking up in the air completely exposed to
my balls pulled back between my legs.

"Good," said Tommy.  "Now you are ready for some milking action."

Tommy sat down cross legged behind me in between my legs.  I felt a
lubricated finger penetrate my ass.  Tommy slowly worked up to three
fingers before I felt the pressure of the dildo against my ass lips.  I
could do nothing but maintain my ass in its passive position while Tommy
slowly pushed the dildo inside me.  I couldn't press against it because the
movement caused the humblr to stretch my balls tight.  Nor could I move
forward to slow the penetration for the same reason.  I was powerless.

Tommy took his time to make sure I could accommodate the dildo and once he
was certain I was used to it he not only began to move it in and out but
also angled the way he penetrated me so that the tip and shaft rubbed
against my prostate.

"Please milk my cock like you said you would," I said.

"I never said I would touch your cock." Tommy replied.  "This is a
different kind of milking."

Tommy started to rub the area between my ass and my nuts while he continued
to fuck me with the dildo.  He wasn't rough.  He wasn't fast.  But he was
consistent.

After about 15 minutes of this constant stimulation I started feeling very
strange - like I was about to have an orgasm -- but I wasn't having an
orgasm.  It was at the same time pleasurable and at the same time
incredibly uncomfortable.  I didn't know what to do.  To moan in ecstasy or
cry in despair.

Then I felt the pressure build and build and build and then cum - lots and
lots of cum - began to drip uncontrollably from my cock.  But I wasn't
ejaculating - at least not in the way I had experienced before.

Tommy continued to fuck me with the dildo while rubbing my prostate from
the outside and I continued to leak cum all over the floor.  There was no
pleasure in this - just the edge of an orgasm - but to intense climax.

Slowly the stream of cum slowed to a drip and when it did, Tommy stopped
and smacked my ass hard with his hand.

"Consider yourself milked," he said as he inserted a butt plug back in my
ass.

"That's not what you promised," I said while Tommy unclamped the humblr and
released my nuts.

"It is exactly what I promised," Tommy said as he grabbed my arm and helped
me stand up.  "I told you I would make sure that every last bit of spunk
inside you was completely drained and I did,"

He knelt in front of me and put my now flaccid cock back in the chastity
cage.

As he clicked the lock closed on the cage, he looked up at me and said, "I
also promised you that your days of touching your cock were over."