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Welcome to Kāhea

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica

All characters in this story are 18+

The drive out to the resort felt like falling off the edge of the world. One minute we were on the last paved road, the next we were climbing through jungle, the sky disappearing behind a wall of green. The cliffs loomed like something out of a Hollywood movie: towering and moss-slicked, half-swallowed by clouds. The air was thick and wet and sweet, buzzing with life I couldn’t see but felt everywhere. It didn’t feel like arriving. It felt like I was being enveloped by something strange and alien but wonderful at the same time.

We were headed to Kāhea Retreat. Aiden had told me it meant “to summon” in Hawaiian, and as we approached the gated main walls of the resort I definitely felt like I was being pulled in. The place was gorgeous. Whitewashed walls that hid what was inside from view smacked of old wealth despite new construction, but the elaborate, yet minimalist signage on the outside of the resort gave no illusions as to what sort of luxuries awaited within.

Although Kāhea radiated opulence, it was surrounded by a landscape that was untamed. The wilderness there was wild. It pressed right up to the walls of the resort, trees heavy with fruit, vines thick as rope, and underbrush that shifted and rustled even when there was no wind. Tropical flowers of every description grew wild from the side of the road while a manicured patch of planted perennials sat looking rather out of place near the main sign.

It was breathtaking.

It was like nothing I’d ever seen in my 19 years.

The driver of our oversized SUV pressed a button on the gate intercom, mumbled some pleasantries to whoever was on the other end of the line and a few moments later, the gold-painted gates mechanically sprung to life, gracefully withdrawing and opening the way for us into the resort.

As we passed through the threshold, Tyler clapped his hands on his thighs excitedly, “It’s finally happening, boys! We’re here!”

Connor joined in Tyler’s jubilation, “Damn right, bro! One week, no parents, no other guests, this entire place to ourselves to do whatever – the – fuck – we – want!”

Tyler and Connor high fived each other while Aiden, Bryson and Grant made noises of agreement.

I sat quietly, still taking it all in.

We drove down a long road through thick jungle as we approached the Kāhea campus area. As we got closer to the main building, we passed the pool area. It was just as stunning as everything else I’d seen before. Set flush against the cliff’s edge, it looked like it might spill over into the sea if you breathed too hard. I looked at it, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world disappeared — no horizon, no bottom, just water and sky.

I was quiet for a reason; I was the odd man out on this trip — for a lot of reasons.

I’d been friends with Aiden, Bryson, Connor, Grant and Tyler since 9th year. We’d attended a private all-boys school together, very posh, uniforms, fencing team, all that stuff. The difference between me and my friends was that I’d attended the school on a full bursary while their tuition had been fully funded by the Bank of Mom and Dad. At $75,000 a year, that was saying something.

The other major difference between me and my friends was that I was gay and they were all straight. In addition to being one of the only boys at school whose parents didn’t own a yacht and a summer home in some small European country, I was a gay boy in an all boy school. I’d navigated those waters like an eel slipping through the rocks of a coral reef and I’d managed to survive.

My friends had always accepted my financial situation, but things changed when they found out I was gay. It wasn’t that they didn’t accept me anymore but being an all boys school where most of us didn’t know many girls our own age, they naturally started to get ideas. It started simply enough with hand jobs for Tyler and Grant in the bathroom at lunchtime. Before long they’d told the other three what I was doing and Aiden, Connor and Bryson wanted their turn. I was happy enough to oblige; my friends were all hot and I was 15 and horny.

Soon enough, things progressed to blow jobs with Bryson and, again, it wasn’t long before I was sucking them all off on a fairly regular basis. We were all pretty satisfied with the arrangement. They got their rocks off, and I got to live out a lot of gay college boys’ dreams.

But things between us changed after that.

I’d always been on the outer fringes of the group because of my financial situation. There were events I just couldn’t attend — concerts, galas, fashion shows, internships, vacations — but after I started putting their dicks in my mouth, they really started to see me differently.

It wasn’t that they treated me badly. They didn’t do anything homophobic or reject me outright, if anything they spent more time with me due to my newly discovered usefulness, but they definitely didn’t quite see me as the same type of friend they all saw each other as anymore. How could they, I guess?

It’d never gone further than blowjobs; they’d never asked, I’d never offered, but I’m pretty sure I made them some of the happiest boys at that school for a few years…

This was the first time I’d ever been on any kind of vacation with the guys, and it was as a college student on our first college trip, all by ourselves. They’d all been on trips together before, so I couldn’t help but wonder why they’d invited me this time. It was nice, sure, but I had never been on the agenda before, and it wasn’t really part of our dynamic.

Well, I wasn’t going to complain, this place was beautiful, I had a whole week to be here with my friends, and I was going to take advantage of it. The boys’ parents had paid what I understood was something like $500,000 to rent the place out for us for the week, staff included, and I wasn’t going to let my intrusive thoughts ruin what might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me.


After the long, winding journey down the jungle road to the main building of Kāhea we finally arrived at the main building and our driver stopped to let us out. Tyler led the way, as always, charging through the front doors to see what the resort had in store and claim the space for himself. Hotel staff seemed to emerge as if from nowhere, like someone had summoned them with a bell only they could hear and descended on our vehicle to start taking our bags and helping us to our rooms.

Once we were settled, the Resort Manager met us briefly in the lobby to explain the arrangements. Impeccably dressed to match everything else in the place, he let us know that we had the entire grounds exclusively to ourselves, all 10 villas, to which he provided us the keys and that we could do as we pleased with the facilities while we were there.

Since there were only six of us, Kāhea would be operating without its full staff compliment, so no lifeguard — sweet — no security — sweeeeet — no bartender, so we’d have to serve ourselves — had we died and gone to heaven? The staff who were on site would mostly be there to clean up after us, remaining unseen, tidying when we weren’t around and only showing up if we called. Even though I’d gone to school with these guys for four years, I still marvelled at the sort of wealth that was required to purchase these sorts of indulgences.

After our chat with the Manager, we decided to look around and check out the villas and the facilities. It had been months since I’d seen any of the guys, so I also took the opportunity to check them out and see how they’d changed since I last saw them before college.

Aiden looked like someone had genetically engineered him for a varsity team photoshoot. His sun-bleached blond hair was a little longer than it had been in school, falling over his forehead in soft waves, and his skin had that even, golden tan that only came from generational wealth and private trainers. He’d filled out too—chest broader, arms thicker, still lean but with definition you couldn’t ignore. There was always something casual about his hotness, like he didn’t care what you thought because he already knew you were looking.

Bryson’s features had gotten sharper in every way. His jet-black hair was perfectly styled, swept back and held in place like a model’s, and his features were symmetrical like he was carved from stone. High cheekbones, straight nose, pale skin that was the envy of boys and girls alike. His eyes were pale blue, almost grey, and still gave the impression that he was sizing you up every time you spoke. Even now, wearing a wrinkled T-shirt and slides, he looked like someone who could walk into a gallery opening and get handed the champagne tray by mistake.

Connor had always been big, but now he was just massive. His buzzed sandy blond hair made him look even more like the kind of guy who’d bench press your girlfriend for fun. He had thick arms, a wide chest, and calves that made gym rats jealous, but there was a calm to him that made it work. His face was broad and tanned, with soft brown eyes that made him seem approachable even when he was cracking his knuckles. If the rest of them were flashy, Connor was the anchor.

Grant looked like he’d tumbled out of a GQ spread after a long night of bad decisions. His reddish-brown hair was messy, though it probably took effort, falling over his forehead in lazy curls. Freckles dusted his cheeks and nose, and his grin spoke of quick wit and unspoken challenges. He was skinnier than the others, lanky almost, but the sort of lean that suggested speed over strength. Every time I looked at him, I remembered that power acutely.

Tyler was still the prettiest one. His hair was that near-white platinum blond that caught the light at every angle, freshly cut and styled to perfection, not a strand out of place. His body was tight, muscular without being bulky, and he knew exactly how to pose so you noticed. His skin was smooth and lightly tanned, and his teeth were the kind you only get from expensive orthodontics. Watching him adjust his shirt in the reflection of the villa window, I got the sense he’d been waiting his whole life to be seen.

And then there was me… My hair was soft brown and always a bit too long, the kind that fell into my eyes no matter how many times I pushed it back. My features were sharper than they used to be, but I still had that boyish thing going on— soft lines, smooth skin, what some might call doe eyes. I wasn’t as broad or cut as some of them, but my body was lean and tight in a way that turned heads when I wanted it to. I didn’t walk into a room and take it over. I was more of a slow burn. I was cute, not striking or handsome, but I was perfectly OK with that.

All in all, we were a hot bunch. I’d often joked that we’d make a great boy band. The joke hadn’t landed as well with the guys as it had with some of the female friends I’d met online but it was true, the cover of that album alone would sell millions of copies.

After looking at everything Kāhea had to offer, we each found the villa where the staff had left our bags and set about unpacking. My door was unlocked so I didn’t think anything of it when Tyler walked into my room without knocking — it was his way to cross boundaries.

“Hey, Tommy,” he said. His voice hinting that he was stopping by to do something more than just check in.

“How you liking the place?” He asked.

“It’s absolutely amazing,” I responded. “I can’t believe I’m here. I’m so grateful you guys brought me along!”

Tyler flashed one of his award-winning smiles and then said, “Our pleasure. We had all the villas anyways, so it didn’t cost extra. We all figured we’d enjoy having you here too!”

I smiled back, still unable to believe my luck at being here.

Tyler headed back towards the door turning his head towards me again as he walked.

“Well, get yourself all set up in here. This villa will be getting the most use out of all of them, I’m sure! See you out there soon.”

Without another word, he walked out the door and closed it behind him.

I was a bit confused by what he had said, did he expect me to spend more time in my room than the rest of the guys because I’d never had the chance to vacation at a luxury resort like this before? Heck no! I was going to be out taking advantage of everything this place had to offer, just like the rest of them.

I spent the next thirty minutes getting my villa “set up” as Tyler put it, then went out to meet the boys. Everyone else already seemed to have finished unpacking by the time I got out and they were gathered by the pool chatting casually when I arrived.

“Hey Tommy!” Connor yelled.

“Hey guys!” I shouted back, across the courtyard.

As I got closer to the pool, I could see that most of the guys had already changed into their board shorts and were shirtless, soaking up the midday sun. Tyler, ever the adventurous one, had already managed to score himself a drink from somewhere. Although I wanted to focus on starting my vacation, the sight of their shirtless bodies, now that much more developed after a year away at college, brought back horny memories of our times in prep school.

Me on my knees.

Their cocks in my mouth.

Their cum on my breath.

It didn’t help that their biceps had even more flex to them every time they moved now, that their abs were just that much more chiseled, even their calves.. oh you get it.. they were dripping sex, without even trying and I was the solo gay boy there, trying to play it cool, even though I knew exactly what each of their dicks looked like… and smelled like… and tasted like…

I entered the pool area, absent of any staff just as the manager had advised, and joined in the banter with the guys. We spent the next two hours catching up as Tyler fetched bottles of expensive liquor from — wherever he got it from — and the afternoon sun crept into the horizon.

The boys all had stories to share about girls. I was crestfallen. Pathetic a thought as it might have been, I’d secretly hoped the guys would at least be open to revisiting some of our prep school activities while we were here at the resort. Unlike them, I’d been stuck at home for university, and I hadn’t really had much of a chance to experiment sexually with other guys. My friends however, had been privy to the full college experience, it sounded like, they’d gone all the way, they’d actually fucked.

Not only that, they were talking about some wild stuff too. Things I’d only seen in porn. I’m sure some of it was typical college guy bragging, but still, I was jealous of those girls, imaginary or not. As the conversation wore on, and I’d heard story after story about their conquests I gave up any hope of seeing their cocks again this trip and decided to focus on enjoying the holiday and just got caught up in the conversation and the fact that my friends had chosen to include me this time.

When the sun began to set, we moved to the dining room, where dinner had already been set out for us, as per the arrangement. Once everyone was seated at the big round table the staff had prepared for us, Tyler began to speak:

“So first of all bros, I want to say how awesome it is to be here with all of you!”

A round of raucous agreement.

Tyler continued, “I also wanted to welcome Tommy to the resort, I know this shit is all new for you, but I think you’re gonna enjoy this week the most of us all!”

The guys cheered, Bryson slapped me on the back approvingly.

Feeling grateful and still curious about the invite, I felt compelled to speak.

“Thanks so much guys, for having me here. This place is fuckin’ awesome and I cannot wait to tear shit up this week.”

Now the burning question.

“I was honestly a bit surprised you invited me.”

I hadn’t honestly expected an answer, especially not so fast, but Connor jumped in to lighten my burden.

“Well, Tommy, to be totally honest…” Connor looked at the others, “we kinda invited you for a reason.”

Aiden smirked, Tyler chuckled to himself, a knowing look spread across Grant’s face.

Connor went on, “Our parents agreed to rent out this place for us, BUT — they wouldn’t agree to let us bring any girls along.”

My stomach sank but my heart rose.

“They weren’t willing to pay for us to go to a regular resort because drugs, kidnappers, blah blah, but they would send us here, and I’m sure you heard about all the fine things we’ve discovered at college this year…”

I knew where Connor was going, “You want me to suck your cocks ag—”

Tyler interrupted me, “Let the big man finish, Tommy; we’re gonna explain everything; don’t worry.”

Connor started again, “Yeah, so as I was saying, we learned that we like a lot more than just getting our cocks sucked while we were at uni this year.. yeah.. fucking.. for sure.. but some kinky shit too..”

Aiden threw his head back, tossing his hair out of his eyes and then fixed a mischievous stare on me.

I gulped.

Tyler picked up for Connor, “What my man is saying is, we all know you want our shit, you have since we were in school together. This was the vacation we got, not that it isn’t sick, but there are no girls here so you’re going to fill in and we’re going to try out all the new things we discovered we liked with you. Make sense?”

I thought about it for a split second and mentally agreed. Of course I wanted another chance to get with these boys. Now they wanted to fuck me too? It was a dream. Connor had mentioned some kinky stuff, but I’m sure I could handle it. A little foot rub here, some light spanking there. What could a few, sheltered, rich college boys possibly get into?

Famous last words.

I looked around at the assembled hot faces, each of them staring at me expectantly now — and maybe a little lustily too — and I replied the only way I possibly could:

“When the fuck do we get started?”
 
Chapter 2: Boys will be Boys

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica

After saying the only thing I thought I could possibly say in response to Connor’s declaration that the boys wanted to use me as their experimental sex toy, I could feel five sets of eyes fixed on me from across the round table we sat at. Suddenly the vacation took on a different air: less sublime and more primal. Of course, I was excited at the thought of seeing my friends naked again, touching their bodies, tasting their dicks, but I was also nervous about the idea of spending an entire week serving as their plaything.

It wasn’t like I had much choice in the matter. We were here, on an isolated Hawaiian island, at a resort that was even more isolated, no other communities or people in sight, only one road to access the place. The boys had paid all my expenses anyways, so it’s not like I could afford to leave, even if there were options besides the chartered SUV and private jet we’d flown in on.

As I looked around the table and scanned the faces of the boys, men almost, but still boys, that I’d known throughout high school, I couldn’t help but feel pangs of lust course through my body that began to override any currents of common sense or doubt that may still have lingered in my mind. These guys were hot a-f, even hotter than when I’d last seen them before they went away to their expensive out-of-town colleges. I hadn’t so much as tasted a dick since Bryson had me on my knees two days before he went off to university so he “wouldn’t get too sensitive from blowjobs,” and “bust a nut too quickly in those college bitches’ mouths”.

I wasn’t sure if his logic rang true, but I was happy enough to oblige. Since then it had been a dry spell for over 8 months. I hadn’t even seen the guys when they came back for the holidays, which was why I was extra surprised to be invited along on this vacation. It was starting to make a lot more sense now…

Before I could open my mouth again, Connor spoke.

“Whoa there, gay boy. We’re all glad you’re so eager and everything..”

“Nahhh,” came Bryson’s response, eliciting a round of laughter from the boys.

Connor shot Bryson an amused look and then continued.

“So yeah, as I was saying, it’s great that you’re with this shit, but this isn’t going to be like it was in high school… just blow jobs… a gay dude helping his straight bros cuz he was gay…”

I started to get excited. Fucking. Connor was definitely talking about fucking. They wanted to take my anal cherry and I was over the moon. I was a bit confused about the way Connor was describing it but, straight boys, right?

He went on and it became clearer what exactly he meant.

“I told you our parents wouldn’t let us bring any girls on this trip. Didn’t want any… accidents, girls to pay off, ridiculous shit we’d never get into but they didn’t trust us I guess?”

Grant piped in, “Like I want to deal with a fucking kid now! Slap it, wrap it, then tap it!”

The looks on the boys’ faces clearly reflected the disappointment in their parents’ decision, but I probably still had a shit-eating grin on my face at that point.

Connor’s monologue resumed.

“But there was no way we were gonna spend an entire week at this fire resort without some kind of hole to nut into.”

My cock was hard now, yup, all five inches were straining at my swim trunks, trying to punch a hole through the way-too-thin material.

“Not a fucking chance,” Aiden agreed. “This is our time!”

Another murmur of agreement before Connor carried on.

“So that’s when we thought of you. It was Tyler’s idea really.”

Tyler beamed.

“We knew you liked our dicks, we knew you wouldn’t pass up the chance to go on a lux vacation like this with us and..” he paused for dramatic effect, “We knew once we were here, you’d pretty much have to go along with whatever we said.”

What did that mean exactly? I’d always sucked their dicks willingly in high school, why did Connor need to put it that way? Did they think I was going to refuse anal sex because I was a virgin? I definitely wasn’t.

I decided to allay any fears about my hesitance and spoke up for the first time since Connor had started his speech.

“You don’t have to worry guys. I’m totally down to let you all fuck me if you’re worried about that. I know how big you all are, but I won’t complain!”

I ended the last sentence with what I thought was a devilish, sexy smirk aimed around the table.

My comments were met with silent stares. Maybe looks of amusement?

Connor went on.

“Oh it’s not like that gay boy,”

Gay boy again — not Tommy. It had always been Tommy in high school, even when his cock had been nearly eight-and-a-half inches down my throat.

“We’ll definitely be fucking your ass, no doubt about that, but we want more from you this week.

Grant chipped in again, “A lot more.”

Suddenly my old friends looked a little less friendly, and a bit more menacing.

Connor carried on with his explanation.

“We all uh.. figured out some stuff about ourselves this year. What we like, what we don’t like. We got to try things out, but also didn’t get to try out a lot of the stuff we saw in porn that college girls were too afraid to go for.”

The boys’ eyes seemed darker than I’d ever seen them before. More intense. Focused on me with an interest I’d never experienced before. Definitely not desire, not even hunger, I couldn’t quite place it, but as Connor continued, their stares felt predatory and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.

“I mean Tyler found a unhinged chick who would lick his feet for him on the regular, of course, but the rest of us had more mixed results.” Connor ran his hand through his hair as if to deflect from the small show of vulnerability he’d just made.

“There were tons of girls at bars and in the dorms who said they were freaks, but ask them to beg to suck your cock and they’re all like… oh my god, I’m not gonna do that.. and they’re out the door.”

Aiden threw a look at Connor that clearly indicated Connor’s words had struck a nerve. Connor gave Aiden a confident, knowing look before proceeding.

“Since we have you here though, there isn’t going to be any of that no, shit. Well, you can say no, but, if you do, your week will consist of an extended stay in your villa, while we party, so you can think about the mistake you made when you refused our offer. If you make the right choice, and say yes, you’ll be spending the week doing as we say, especially the things those prudes at school wouldn’t do and you’ll do it without hesitation or objection. You’ll also do it to the best of your ability.”

Connor clearly had more to say, but he gave me a moment to digest everything he’d just said, and he’d said a lot.

The dining room of the Kahe‘a Resort was lush and elegant, but it offered no respite. The walls were paneled in dark, tropical hardwood and broken up by tall archways that let in streaks of late-afternoon light. Overhead, woven pendant lamps hung like upside-down baskets, glowing soft and gold above our round dining table. I looked around for an escape but there was nowhere to go.

I spoke again, trying to regain some control of the situation.

“Look, I guess I understand what you’re saying and—” I paused, “and I think I can make what you’re talking about work. I guess, I just wanna know what exactly we’re talking about? Foot stuff it sounds like, but what else specifically?”

Tyler spoke up this time, shutting down my question quickly.

“That’s for us to know, and you to find out fuck boy.” He giggled at his new name for me.

My cheeks smoldered red with humiliation. I had no control over this situation and the boys were making that very clear to me, very fast.

Connor, who’d clearly plotted the course of this conversation out well ahead of time, started in again.

“We want to get our vacation started A.S.A.P. so you need to make your decision now, Tommy. Are you going to spend the week in your villa, while we party and rip this place up or are you gonna take the place of the bitches we couldn’t bring here and be our bitch for the week?”

My stomach seized as Connor spoke those last words. What I’d thought was going to be a chilled vacation with my old high school friends — and maybe a little bit of sucking their cocks — had turned into me being their full on “bitch” for the entire week, or else spend the week as a virtual prisoner in my villa. Granted, it was the nicest hotel room I’d ever stayed in, in my life, and I was sure they’d feed me and everything, but spending an entire week there while I knew they were out in the resort partying without me would be torture.

At least if I agreed to their terms, I could spend some time with my old friends, party with them, be one of the boys — sort of. It wasn’t as if I’d been their equal for a long time anyways, so I could live with this, couldn’t I? It was just a slightly new element to their fun. They wanted to call me their bitch and have me perform a few new tricks. I could handle that!

My cock started to harden in my swim trunks again as the thought of whatever these boys had planned for me settled into my college-boy brain and I already started to think about the intense jerk off sessions I’d have each night after I’d entertained my high school buddies during the day. Ok, this might not be so bad after all. It was time to agree to their terms.

“I’ll do it.” I said.

“You’ll do what?” Tyler queried.

“I’ll—” I stuttered, not sure what he was looking for exactly.

Tyler helped me out, “You’ll be our…”

Now I knew what he wanted. My cheeks turned red again.

“I’ll be your bitch.” I admitted.

“For the entire week?” Grant asked.

“For the entire week.” I replied.

“Good boy” Aiden said.

The others all laughed at that. If my face could have turned any redder at that moment, it would have.

Connor addressed me again, delivering the final blow.

“You made the right decision. Not sure what you woulda done in that room by yourself all week; not that it woulda been my problem. There will be some rules for you that we’ll explain later, but for now we gotta get ready for this week. We all have keys to your room, by the way, so we can pop in whenever we want, don’t be surprised.”

Special rules for me for the week? They all had keys to my room and could walk in whenever they wanted? This was starting to get a little out of hand. What had I just agreed to? How was I going to enjoy those sweet, sweet fap sessions if my high school buddies could just walk in on me anytime they wanted? How embarrassing would that be? Even if I was spending the week taking their dicks in my mouth and ass?

Especially then.

Of course, Connor wasn’t quite finished.

“Alright bros, it’s night one and we have a week of dope partying ahead of us. We gotta get this place set up for our epicness. Let’s go back to our Villas and get changed for the night. Gay boy, I think Grant has some special gifts for you too before we go.”

Grant looked at me like a kid on Christmas morning as he retrieved a small, tan, canvas tote bag he’d been stowing under the table during dinner. It seemed heavy, although there didn’t seem to be very much in it. Grant handed me the bag, still grinning like he’d consumed a little too much alcohol.

“These,” he said, “are for you.” As he plunked the bag into my lap.

“We didn’t know your size so we ordered a whole bunch. The lady from the website says you should choose one that leaves no room for your dick at all. Like, squishes it back a bit, she said.”

What – the – fuck did he mean?

“Huh?” Was the most intelligent response I could muster.

Bryson swooped in to my rescue.

“They’re chastity cages. We want you locked up for the week. You used to get hard when you sucked our cocks like ALL the time and it was kinda gross for us.. no offence or whatever.. But just like.. seeing your little dick all hard while you went to town on us, it took us out of the scene. The cage will prevent that.. or at least keep your dick from poking up where we can see it.”

I was stunned. They wanted me to lock my cock in a cage. For the entire week.

Was this some kind of joke?

I looked inside the bag.

Nope; not a joke.

And why the fuck was Grant so excited about this? Was this one of his little kinks?

This week was getting more and more complicated, but the alternative was still a solitary week in a big lonely villa by myself with my thoughts. Connor hadn’t been wrong either. I would definitely be thinking about how badly I wanted to taste their big, teenage dicks, and finally lose my anal virginity to one of them if I didn’t go along with this — whatever it entailed.

Grant looked me up and down as I closed the tote bag up again, then, with a little too much excitement in his voice he said, “You all good with those? Make sure you pick one with no extra room to grow.”

He looked at me, practically giddy. I looked at him, trying not to throw any shade, trying even to retain an aura of gratitude.

“Got it?” He prompted.

Dear god, he expected an answer from me.

“Yeah,” I said, “I got you.”

“Good boy,” He said, petting me on the head for effect.

The boys laughed at the gesture. I felt the heat creep up my neck, but kept my mouth shut.

I thought things couldn’t get any more humiliating, but Connor would add one more indignity to the evening.

“Alright, boys,” he said. “Let’s all go get changed for the night. That includes you, Tommy.”

I bristled.

“It’s pretty warm here even at night though, so the only thing you’ll need to wear tonight, and for the rest of the week, is whichever cage you pick from that bag. See you in thirty, boys!”

The guys got up and started to file out of the room, Bryson, Tyler and Grant all still grinning at me like they bore a secret I still wasn’t privy to — maybe they did.

Aiden gave me a strong slap to the shoulder as he walked by. Was it friendly or some kind of mind fuck? I couldn’t tell at this point.

When all of the boys had left and I was by myself in the dining hall, still sitting in my chair, only one thought spun through my head:

THE FUCK!?

Had they just told me that in addition to everything else they expected: the sexual service, my room being theirs to barge in on, the chastity cage, I was also going to be spending the entire week walking around naked?

What about the staff? Sure they were basically nowhere to be seen, but surely we’d bump into some of them at some point.

What about my decency and self respect?

Would I constantly be throwing wood, even in the cage, because of my constant denial and the presence of all my hot friends, giving them a reason to tease me?

I didn’t have much time to linger with my thoughts because Connor came back, banging at the dining room door and threw me a gesture that indicated I had better get going to my villa.

I didn’t think twice.

I got up and headed toward my villa to change into my new ‘outfit’.

My cock was still hard, and now, it seemed to be making the decisions for me.


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Chapter 3: Walking Barefoot

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica

I arrived at my villa with my “gift” bag in hand, part nervous, part excited, still slightly hard from the excitement in the dining room.

I tossed the bag on the bed, stripped out of my bathing suit and walked over to the wardrobe to pick out a new outfit for the night, then I remembered the boys’ instructions: the only thing I was to wear for the week was the cage I picked from the bag I’d just tossed aside.

Well, at least that made one decision simpler!

Back to the bed and the bag Grant had given me.

I’d looked at the cages briefly in the dining room, but now I was going to have a real close look at them, see what they were really about. I wasn’t really sure how to pick the right one for me, but Grant had told me to pick one that was snug, “squished” my dick in the cage he’d said.

Ugh.

I guess I would figure it out.

When I opened the bag, I was shocked to see just how many cages there were inside. At least two dozen metal devices, each with its own lock holding a ring segment and a cock shaped portion together. There was a key in each lock — presumably in case I made a mistake when I chose — and it seemed like the cages varied both in ring size and the size of the cock cage.

I was already naked so I got started shuffling through the bag looking for a cage that seemed like it would do the job that Grant had prescribed. I pulled out the first one that looked suitable, held it up against my now soft cock, and tried to gauge whether it would be a good fit.

Well, only one way to find out!

I undid the lock, separating the ring from the cage and then, after a few moments of effort and problem solving, figured out how to get both of my balls and my cock through the solid ring. It didn’t help that I got a little… excited a few times during the process. Once I was through the ring — and soft — it was a simpler matter to insert myself into the cock cage, connect it to the ring and “seal the deal” with the tiny gold lock that had accompanied the ensemble.

While I had done a fairly good job of measuring the cage out, leaving very little room between the tip of my cock head and the end of the cage, once I let go of the metal weight, it was clear the ball ring was much too large as the whole device began to slip off almost immediately.

On to the next one..

It took me five more tries before I found a cage that really closed the gap between the tip of my penis and the metal bars of the enclosure and that had a ball ring tight enough that the whole cage wouldn’t start to slide off of me either.

Once I was sure I had the right fit, I decided to take a look at my new “clothing” in the mirror.

When I looked in the mirror, it was like seeing a different version of myself. Same soft brown hair falling into my eyes, same narrow waist, same lean chest that hinted at muscle that hadn’t really come into its own yet, but now, there was a metal cage where my dick used to be. And not just that. The way it sat there, tight and snug, made everything else about me look different too. Smaller. Weaker.

My thighs weren’t bad: toned enough from walking to class and hitting the gym just enough to not feel guilty. But what stood out most was my cock squished into a chrome prison that shone in the villa’s soft lighting, drawing even more attention in what was an otherwise dim room. My balls looked extra exposed, hanging there under the cage like soft, pink targets.

I turned slightly and caught the side view. That was worse. From that angle, the cage stuck out just enough to be obvious, but not enough to be impressive. I could already imagine the boys catching sight of it, snickering, making comments, flicking at it just to watch me flinch. And I would flinch. Of course I would.

I was extra glad I’d shaved myself down there in preparation for the week before leaving for the trip. It was something I’d started doing a few months ago in horny anticipation of a hookup on one of the apps — a hookup that never happened — and that I’d repeated in hopes of something happening with the boys this week. Now it was proving to be a boon seeing as there were no stray hairs caught between the bars of the cage and, in my opinion, the cage at least looked a bit nicer on me that way.

I looked back at my own eyes, trying to find something strong in them. All I found was a dumb, horny nineteen-year-old staring at himself in a cage he’d voluntarily put on. Because five straight college guys told him to.

Fuck.

I looked at the bedside alarm clock, expensive and elegant like everything else in this place, I had spent almost the entire allotted 30 minutes fitting chastity cages and checking myself out in the mirror. It was time to go out and face the boys.

I walked towards the door of the villa, turning the knob hesitantly, knowing that once I opened it, something new would begin. I also realized that no one had told me where I was supposed to meet up with the rest of the gang, but I had a feeling that somehow, they’d make that apparent for me.

Outside the air was thick with that jungle heat: warm, wet, heavy. It clung to my skin the second I stepped out, sliding over my bare body like it had been waiting for me. I felt every inch of it now: the breeze brushing my chest, the loose bits of grit underfoot, the way the metal cage shifted slightly with each step. I’d never felt so naked in my life. Even with this tiny modicum of modesty hiding a sliver of my genitals, I felt more exposed than I would have if I were walking out completely bare.

The stone path leading from the villas was quiet, framed by low lights tucked into the landscaping like little secrets. No voices, no music, no sound except the occasional rustle from the trees and the steady hum of the evening creatures that were slowly claiming the night. I glanced around, half-hoping someone would jump out and tell me this was a prank, that I could go put on real clothes now. But nobody came.

I padded forward, bare feet slapping softly against the warm stone, every step driving home the fact that I wasn’t just exposed — I was owned. Or at least that’s how it felt. Like I was already theirs, and all I’d done so far was put on a metal cage and walk outside.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard the faint clink of glass and low laughter, male, familiar.

That way, then.

I turned toward the sound, the cheeks on my face already burning, the cheeks of my butt already clenching, even though no one could see me yet. I could feel my cock with every step I took. I was more aware of it than I’d ever been in my life; I could feel its presence like a weight bearing down on me, a private shame that was oh so incredibly public.

God help me.

I kept walking towards the source of the sounds, the echo of the glassware now joined by rowdy laughter. I couldn’t help but notice how different the ground felt underneath my bare feet; I absorbed every texture, every pebble, every grain of dirt as I trudged towards the group of men who would determine my fate for the rest of this week.

When I found them, they were sprawled on a mix of rattan recliners and these oversized, circular lounge chairs that looked like half a cocoon. The recliners were set up in a loose arc around a sunken firepit, all clean lines and cream cushions, like resort minimalism pretending to be rustic. But it was the round chairs that caught my eye: tightly woven, low to the ground, and shaped like something you’d curl into with a lover or a very expensive cocktail. They hugged the boys’ bodies in a way that made everything look even more casual, almost sensual. Tyler was practically draped across one, his legs slung over the side, abs on display, a drink resting on the curve of the armrest like it belonged there.

They looked like they’d been born into those seats. Not unlike princes perched in woven, wicker thrones.

They were dressed the way only rich college boys could be. It was what I’d describe as attempting to look like they didn’t care but every piece probably cost more than my entire wardrobe at home. Bryson wore a loose linen button-down, already unbuttoned exposing his chest and abs. It was accompanied by tailored lounge shorts in washed-out pastels, some high-end label disguised as a thrifted find: loose at the thigh, soft as sin, and definitely not off the rack. Aiden had on some buttery-soft drawstring shorts that looked like they belonged in a GQ spread shot in Tuscany. Most of them were barefoot, but Bryson still had on his designer, Dior slides.

Grant was in a tank top so thin it may as well have been sheer, the edges raw-hemmed like it had been torn just right by a stylist. Connor wore one of those oversized Balenciaga T-shirts, like he might be about to hit the gym, or model for a gym’s fragrance line. He wore a heavy silver chain around his neck and had slicked his hair back since dinner. And Tyler, of course, looked like a walking thirst trap in a pair of white mesh shorts that left nothing to the imagination, paired with a pink Stüssy tee that had slid halfway off his shoulder.

It was rich-boy leisurewear done to perfection. Everything looked thrown on, but not a single thing was accidental.

As I walked into the midst of whatever was going on, the group went silent and all eyes focused on me.

I immediately felt even warmer in the night’s heat and I knew my skin must have been turning a pleasant shade of red for all of my friends to enjoy.

Connor spared me the agony of having to speak first.

“Good boy,” he said.

Simple. Slightly demeaning. Nevertheless, it set my mind at ease. I had done well and the boys were pleased with me.

I took a few steps further into the light of the fire, exposing myself more. I could feel the boys’ stares intensifying as they checked out my newly locked dick.

Grant was the next to speak.

“He really did it. He really fuckin’ did it. He locked his dick away. Amazing!”

Grant stood up almost immediately, and sauntered over to me until he stood mere inches from my face. Standing so close now, the difference between him and I became even more pronounced. Him, standing a few inches taller than me, smirking fiercely, full of confidence, all of his clothes on, cock free and clear. And then me: completely naked, unnerved with my prick locked in a cage this man had picked for me himself.

I shrunk mentally, and I felt like I must have shrunk a few inches physically that moment too.

I really didn’t expect what Grant did next.

I didn’t even see his hand move I was so focused on meeting his stare. I just felt it when it connected with my junk. His full palm spread around my cock and balls — well, the cage and my balls really — and then closed tightly, possessively, around them. I squirmed uncomfortably, then keeled over slightly as Grant intensified the pressure to the point of real discomfort.

“These,” he said, “are ours for the week. Finally under control. No more Tommy tentpoles getting in the way of things.” He laughed. “That’s what we used to call them you know. When you would get hard sucking us. Tommy tentpoles. There were so many of them. You were hard more than us. Before the blowjobs. During the blowjobs. After the blowjobs. Always that little tentpole sticking up to remind us it was a dude doing the deed.”

I reeled internally at Grant’s admission. I was taken aback by what he’d told me. I hadn’t realized how obviously lewd I’d been back then. Had I really tented my pants so noticeably that they’d all talked about it behind my back? If I thought I couldn’t feel more embarrassed than when I’d walked out in the chastity cage, I was wrong; I felt a new level of shame rise in me and a new layer of red spread across the back of my neck.

All I could think to offer in response was a feeble, “I’m so… sorry.”

Tyler jumped in to correct my apology.

“You’re so sorry, Sirs.”

“Huh?” I queried, my brain still fogged from what Grant had just told me.

Ever the explainer, Connor spoke up:

“Well, yeah, that’s the thing, Tommy. This fancy vacation, all the bells and whistles, it comes with conditions, yeah? You’ve learned some of that already. But another part of it is respecting the dudes who brought you here. To this place you would never have been able to reach on your own. Not in a million years, right?”

I swallowed hard. He was right, but where was he going with this?

“So for the rest of the week, you’ll show us that respect by addressing us all as, “Sir” or, when it’s not clear who you’re speaking to you can say “Sir whoever” to let us know which of us it is you’re talking with.”

They wanted me to call them all Sir, like some kind of old fashioned workplace? This was really getting weird now. I mean, I guess I’d seen this kind of shit in porn here and there, young boys who called the guys fucking them ‘sir’ or ‘daddy’. I usually just filtered it out, focusing on whether or not the guys in the video were hot and I assumed they were just saying that shit during the sex, not all the time.

Again, I responded the only way I thought I could, “Ok…”

Tyler was quick to correct me again, “Ok, SIR. Or even better: Yes, Sir! Try again!”

I wasn’t sure if he was serious but when it quickly became clear from Tyler’s intense gaze and the accompanying looks from the other guys that he definitely meant business. I summoned every nerve I had left in me, even as I felt my legs go weak beneath me and said:

“Yes, Sir.”

It wouldn’t have been so bad if they hadn’t all started to laugh hysterically in response. Grant even doubled over where he was standing only a few feet away from me. I wanted to run and hide, but where would I go, and at this point, I’d already gone this far, and I hadn’t even got the reward — my vacation and their cocks.

Connor picked up where he’d left off with another, “Good boy,” and then, “Don’t forget your manners or there could be consequences for you.”

Consequences? Oh, great!

“But let’s not dwell on the formalities, we can discuss more of the rules later. Right now, I think we’d all like to have some fun, and I’m sure you wanna get started just as much as the rest of us.”

Connor threw Grant a quick nod, which Grant reciprocated seemingly signaling that he should return to his seat before something new began.

“So, we told you we discovered some shit at school that we either tried and liked, or didn’t get to try or didn’t get to try enough.” Connor looked around getting nods and smiles of approval from the others. He leaned back in his cocoon chair, almost splaying himself out, letting his legs stretch out towards the fire pit in the centre of the group.

“One thing we were all kinda into or interested in — that definitely didn’t happen enough —was having our feet massaged, licked, and just worshipped. It’s fucking awesome dude. You should try it someti….” Connor’s voice trailed off as he realized the absurdity of what he was saying. He chuckled as he started again, “Well anyways, whatever you do on your own time, we figured a good way to “kick” this week off would be for you to get down on your knees and give us that sweet, sweet foot lovin’ we didn’t get from the ladies at school.”

While I tried to mentally dissect the success or failure of Connor’s attempt at a play on words, my brain also tried to process what I’d just been told, the boys wanted me to “worship” their feet. I was much more interested in the appendages between their legs than I was their sweaty soles and toes, but it didn’t seem like I had much choice in any of what was happening this week.

God; maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. It was just feet right?

As usual, the guys didn’t give me much time to think. Tyler pounced like a puma.

“Well, Tommy Tentpole, what are you waiting for, we’ve got feet, you’ve got knees, get over here and let’s get this weekend started!”

Aiden whooped in response raising his glass of — whatever the fuck — in the air and stretched his legs out, presenting his big feet and long toes for service.

The boys poured themselves fresh drinks, settled into their chairs, got comfortable and prepared for a night of relaxation and pleasure.

As I walked towards the closest boy, Bryson, I prepared for my first taste of a dude’s feet…


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Chapter 4: Footman

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica

Bryson stretched his leg out towards me as I approached him, pressing his long athletic foot out straight in my direction, toes tense with anticipation. His lightly tanned skin shone like molded bronze as the firelight played over his features.

I stepped nearer to him cautiously, like a puppy testing out a new toy, but my brief reverie was cut short by a quick, giggly command from Tyler that shot out from the dark behind me.

“Kneel already. And Crawl”

Naked, in front of all these clothed boys, with my cock in a cage that prevented it from fully hardening and prevented me from jerking off unless those same boys let me, I figured I had very little dignity left to lose so I obeyed Tyler’s command and dropped to my knees and began to crawl.

It wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar sensation. I’d been on my knees for these boys dozens, maybe even hundreds of times, but now there was something more authoritative to it. I wasn’t on my knees just because I wanted to, now I was on my knees because they’d told me to be. There was also the feeling of the rough grit under my hands and knees and the sense of exposure from doing all of this outdoors, something we’d never ventured into back in high school.

As I got closer to Bryson’s foot he started to wiggle his toes at me in what he must have believed was a gesture of invitation. Feet definitely weren’t my thing, and waggling his, long, slender digits in my face, though I appreciated the effort, wasn’t doing anything to make them more inviting. Nonetheless, I crawled closer, my face getting ever nearer to my target, a thin bead of sweat rolling down my forehead despite the relatively comfortable weather.

I made one final motion in Bryson’s direction and as soon as he saw that I was within striking distance, he planted both of his feet directly on my face, soles covering my eyes like a makeshift blindfold. I could hear the other boys laugh and the squeal of delight that Bryson emitted as soon as his feet made contact with my face.

“Yes, Bro!” Aiden cheered.

“Lick. Those. Feet.” Tyler chanted in echo.

Bryson didn’t waste any time, angling his right foot towards my mouth, toes first, he pried my mouth open bit by bit like he was jacking up a car to replace a tire, then slid as much of his foot into my mouth as he could. Blunt, messy, definitely no grace in the movement, but it got exactly the reaction he probably desired from the boys — whoops and snickers and even one “Damnnnn” from I don’t know who.

The taste of Bryson’s foot was unexpected. It tasted nothing like cock. It was a lot saltier, and the skin was a lot rougher and less forgiving. When a cock was in your mouth, there was always at least a little space left in the margins, some softness there that yielded to the confines of your limited space. Not so with a foot! It completely took over the space, forcing its way in, hard, unyielding, exploring my mouth like a jackhammer exploring concrete.

Between the forceful invasion of my skull, and the raw taste of Bryson’s foot, I’d barely had time to absorb the smell. It wasn’t like some legendary college foot stank, but there was definitely a pungent, bawdy scent to Bryson’s foot that both repelled me and drew me in. My cock, which up until now had sat silent in its cage, began to stir to life, betraying me in this moment of utter humiliation.

I tried not to focus on the growing feeling of lust surging in the cage, knowing that thinking about it would only make the hardon inevitable. I succeeded momentarily, sucking on Bryson’s toes happily to the praise of my audience, but Bryson got a rise out of me, and my cock, when he used his other foot to deliver a few light slaps to the side of my face. Although he seemed to be delivering punishment, he accompanied the light blows with the words, “Good boy,” and that was all it took. The two together had me rising like a rocket. I was on my way to another Tommy Tentpole.

From this? What was wrong with me?

I spent the next few minutes tasting every part of Bryson’s feet, the toes, the soles, the top, the bottom. He had me suck on each individual toe, one by one, lick the crevices between them, then go back in the reverse direction I’d just gone. All the while, the other dudes made comments of encouragement, not for me, but for Bryson or speculated about how good it’d feel when they got their turn to have a go at my mouth.

Indeed, it wasn’t long before the next guy, Aiden, demanded that he have his spin at foot service and Bryson sent me over Aiden’s way with a nudge of his foot to my side. My cock had risen to full mast by this point and as I turned sideways to crawl to my next meal, my arousal was finally exposed to the boys in the firelight.

Grant was the first to notice, and he didn’t let me off the hook for it.

“Looks like someone enjoyed licking your feet, Bryson,” he said.

Oh God, he noticed. Of course, he noticed.

Bryson’s interest piqued, “Is that so?” he responded. “We prolly shoulda had you doing more interesting stuff for us a long time ago then, huh?” he asked.

“Definitely looks that way.” Grant noted.

I tried to ignore their barbs as I descended on Aiden’s feet, less tanned than Bryson’s but just as big and intimidating. Aiden didn’t waste any time either. He grabbed me by the hair, bent his right leg at the knee and pulled my face into the sole of his foot. It was much sweatier than Bryson’s had been, and the scent was more intense as well. As I started to lick, without being told to, I took note of the flavour differences between his foot and Bryson’s as well. Where Bryson’s foot had been more salty and earthy, Aiden’s was more salty-sour, definitely more intense.

Was this what I had been reduced to now? Comparing the smell and taste of my friends’ feet?

Aiden was a lot more ‘encouraging’ about having his feet worshipped, participating in the process with his hands, directing the process like a boxing coach at the side of the ring:

“More tongue,” he’d say.

Or:

“That’s it, now lick up and down the soles, back and forth,” using his grip on the back of my scalp to show me exactly how he wanted it done.

Before long, and sooner than my cock wanted it to be, the service of Aiden’s feet was over, and I was ushered along to Connor’s left foot which he’d generously outstretched in my direction, ready for attention. Connor’s feet were slightly smaller than the two of the other men I’d serviced so far and they were dusted with a coating of light blonde hair in contrast to the other two who’d been entirely hairless, but Connor’s feet were by far the most masculine and muscular I’d seen so far. They radiated the same, “I’m the boss” energy that he had earlier that night at the dinner table, and despite myself, I was already hungry for a taste.

I didn’t like feet though. Feet grossed me out. Didn’t they? What. The. Fuck?

Connor was the gentlest of the boys so far. He let me worship his feet languidly, laying back, arms behind his head, doing nothing but smirk confidently as I smothered his feet with devotion and my spit. If it was possible, my cock seemed to get even harder from the way Connor sat back and enjoyed my service so calmly, almost without any acknowledgement except to move me from one foot to the other.

As I stared up at him, his brown eyes gave nothing away except that he was enjoying every moment of my reverence and much as I tried, I couldn’t keep his stare, his powerful gaze was just too much for me in that moment. Instead, I turned back to his beautiful feet and continued to tend to them adoringly with my mouth, hoping I might earn even a sliver of approval from this gorgeous, blonde man.

Had I just thought of his feet as.. beautiful? What was happening to me?

Grant was the next footman on my list and, as always, he was an eager beaver, clawing for my face with his feet as I crawled towards his rattan bucket chair. By now, the last of the sunlight had long since died out and all that remained was the light of the fire. In that light, Grant’s face looked particularly devilish — and handsome — his reddish-brown hair, thin lips and high cheekbones animated by the flickering fire light and his giddy smile.

Grant’s feet were the cleanest of the bunch so far. They definitely weren’t clean, there was the usual taste of salt and sweat and everything else, but there was also a sort of sweetness to them that I couldn’t quite explain. It also seemed like Grant took better care of his feet than the other boys did. Cream or pedicures or something, I didn’t know, but his feet were smooth and soft against my face and tongue.

My cock reached another level of hardness in its cage.

Those soft feet. So nice… Wait.. Who even are you, Tommy?

Tyler was the last to have a go at my mouth and he made sure to make a spectacle of it like always.

Standing up instead of sitting like all the rest of the boys, he had me kneel in an awkward position that took me a few commands to figure out. I eventually figured out what he wanted when he said, “Face down, ass up, like a porn video!”

At that point, I realized he wanted me with my head on the ground and my ass high up in the air. The erotic rush of servicing Grant’s feet began to subside and the humiliation from earlier in the night began to rise again as Tyler bent down to tilt my head sideways so my right cheek was pressed to the hard, concrete tiles of the patio.

Then, making sure everyone else was watching, Tyler used his left foot to hold my head down by placing it — not too gently — on the side of my cheek, and then offered the sole of his right foot to me to start licking.

In this position, I couldn’t really lick Tyler’s foot as effectively as I’d been able to with the other guys but even I knew this wasn’t about how well I got the job done. This was about putting on a show for the other dudes. Tyler wanted to demonstrate what he could do with me, show how much power he had over me and as I got going, even though I didn’t want it to be the case, my cock started to get hard again, like rock hard.

And Grant noticed.

Of course, Grant noticed.

“He’s loving that shit, Tyler!” he said.

“Of course he is,” Tyler responded. “He was probably hoping we’d do this stuff for years. Tommy is gonna have the best vacation of all of us, for sure, dudes!”

As he uttered the last words, he shifted feet, using his right now to pin my face down and giving me his left for licking. The other guys meanwhile offered only agreement to Tyler’s statement, which I wasn’t too sure about, but then again, I couldn’t deny that this shit was turning me on like crazy.

After a few more minutes of licking Tyler’s left foot, I felt the pressure on my face ease. I looked up to see Tyler standing there, looking down at me, a cocky smile fixed on his face. He stared at me like someone might stare at a mess they just made and were nonetheless really proud of, and maybe that’s exactly how I looked at the moment. I noticed something else then though, Tyler was groping himself gently through his pants and he was hard, or at least semi hard.

I couldn’t help but feel proud that I’d made that happen. That I’d done well with my ‘foot job’.

Tyler looked around the light of the fire pit, still feeling himself through the shorts, and spoke a few more words that would have me not just throbbing but leaking into my cage.

“So all that foot stuff has me hard, boys. Who else is in the mood for a blow job?”

As I righted myself and elevated myself to my knees, I didn’t need the boys to respond to know their answer.

Their eyes said it all.

Hungry.

Predatory.

All fixed on me.


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Chapter 4: Footman

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica

Bryson stretched his leg out towards me as I approached him, pressing his long athletic foot out straight in my direction, toes tense with anticipation. His lightly tanned skin shone like molded bronze as the firelight played over his features.

I stepped nearer to him cautiously, like a puppy testing out a new toy, but my brief reverie was cut short by a quick, giggly command from Tyler that shot out from the dark behind me.

“Kneel already. And Crawl”

Naked, in front of all these clothed boys, with my cock in a cage that prevented it from fully hardening and prevented me from jerking off unless those same boys let me, I figured I had very little dignity left to lose so I obeyed Tyler’s command and dropped to my knees and began to crawl.

It wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar sensation. I’d been on my knees for these boys dozens, maybe even hundreds of times, but now there was something more authoritative to it. I wasn’t on my knees just because I wanted to, now I was on my knees because they’d told me to be. There was also the feeling of the rough grit under my hands and knees and the sense of exposure from doing all of this outdoors, something we’d never ventured into back in high school.

As I got closer to Bryson’s foot he started to wiggle his toes at me in what he must have believed was a gesture of invitation. Feet definitely weren’t my thing, and waggling his, long, slender digits in my face, though I appreciated the effort, wasn’t doing anything to make them more inviting. Nonetheless, I crawled closer, my face getting ever nearer to my target, a thin bead of sweat rolling down my forehead despite the relatively comfortable weather.

I made one final motion in Bryson’s direction and as soon as he saw that I was within striking distance, he planted both of his feet directly on my face, soles covering my eyes like a makeshift blindfold. I could hear the other boys laugh and the squeal of delight that Bryson emitted as soon as his feet made contact with my face.

“Yes, Bro!” Aiden cheered.

“Lick. Those. Feet.” Tyler chanted in echo.

Bryson didn’t waste any time, angling his right foot towards my mouth, toes first, he pried my mouth open bit by bit like he was jacking up a car to replace a tire, then slid as much of his foot into my mouth as he could. Blunt, messy, definitely no grace in the movement, but it got exactly the reaction he probably desired from the boys — whoops and snickers and even one “Damnnnn” from I don’t know who.

The taste of Bryson’s foot was unexpected. It tasted nothing like cock. It was a lot saltier, and the skin was a lot rougher and less forgiving. When a cock was in your mouth, there was always at least a little space left in the margins, some softness there that yielded to the confines of your limited space. Not so with a foot! It completely took over the space, forcing its way in, hard, unyielding, exploring my mouth like a jackhammer exploring concrete.

Between the forceful invasion of my skull, and the raw taste of Bryson’s foot, I’d barely had time to absorb the smell. It wasn’t like some legendary college foot stank, but there was definitely a pungent, bawdy scent to Bryson’s foot that both repelled me and drew me in. My cock, which up until now had sat silent in its cage, began to stir to life, betraying me in this moment of utter humiliation.

I tried not to focus on the growing feeling of lust surging in the cage, knowing that thinking about it would only make the hardon inevitable. I succeeded momentarily, sucking on Bryson’s toes happily to the praise of my audience, but Bryson got a rise out of me, and my cock, when he used his other foot to deliver a few light slaps to the side of my face. Although he seemed to be delivering punishment, he accompanied the light blows with the words, “Good boy,” and that was all it took. The two together had me rising like a rocket. I was on my way to another Tommy Tentpole.

From this? What was wrong with me?

I spent the next few minutes tasting every part of Bryson’s feet, the toes, the soles, the top, the bottom. He had me suck on each individual toe, one by one, lick the crevices between them, then go back in the reverse direction I’d just gone. All the while, the other dudes made comments of encouragement, not for me, but for Bryson or speculated about how good it’d feel when they got their turn to have a go at my mouth.

Indeed, it wasn’t long before the next guy, Aiden, demanded that he have his spin at foot service and Bryson sent me over Aiden’s way with a nudge of his foot to my side. My cock had risen to full mast by this point and as I turned sideways to crawl to my next meal, my arousal was finally exposed to the boys in the firelight.

Grant was the first to notice, and he didn’t let me off the hook for it.

“Looks like someone enjoyed licking your feet, Bryson,” he said.

Oh God, he noticed. Of course, he noticed.

Bryson’s interest piqued, “Is that so?” he responded. “We prolly shoulda had you doing more interesting stuff for us a long time ago then, huh?” he asked.

“Definitely looks that way.” Grant noted.

I tried to ignore their barbs as I descended on Aiden’s feet, less tanned than Bryson’s but just as big and intimidating. Aiden didn’t waste any time either. He grabbed me by the hair, bent his right leg at the knee and pulled my face into the sole of his foot. It was much sweatier than Bryson’s had been, and the scent was more intense as well. As I started to lick, without being told to, I took note of the flavour differences between his foot and Bryson’s as well. Where Bryson’s foot had been more salty and earthy, Aiden’s was more salty-sour, definitely more intense.

Was this what I had been reduced to now? Comparing the smell and taste of my friends’ feet?

Aiden was a lot more ‘encouraging’ about having his feet worshipped, participating in the process with his hands, directing the process like a boxing coach at the side of the ring:

“More tongue,” he’d say.

Or:

“That’s it, now lick up and down the soles, back and forth,” using his grip on the back of my scalp to show me exactly how he wanted it done.

Before long, and sooner than my cock wanted it to be, the service of Aiden’s feet was over, and I was ushered along to Connor’s left foot which he’d generously outstretched in my direction, ready for attention. Connor’s feet were slightly smaller than the two of the other men I’d serviced so far and they were dusted with a coating of light blonde hair in contrast to the other two who’d been entirely hairless, but Connor’s feet were by far the most masculine and muscular I’d seen so far. They radiated the same, “I’m the boss” energy that he had earlier that night at the dinner table, and despite myself, I was already hungry for a taste.

I didn’t like feet though. Feet grossed me out. Didn’t they? What. The. Fuck?

Connor was the gentlest of the boys so far. He let me worship his feet languidly, laying back, arms behind his head, doing nothing but smirk confidently as I smothered his feet with devotion and my spit. If it was possible, my cock seemed to get even harder from the way Connor sat back and enjoyed my service so calmly, almost without any acknowledgement except to move me from one foot to the other.

As I stared up at him, his brown eyes gave nothing away except that he was enjoying every moment of my reverence and much as I tried, I couldn’t keep his stare, his powerful gaze was just too much for me in that moment. Instead, I turned back to his beautiful feet and continued to tend to them adoringly with my mouth, hoping I might earn even a sliver of approval from this gorgeous, blonde man.

Had I just thought of his feet as.. beautiful? What was happening to me?

Grant was the next footman on my list and, as always, he was an eager beaver, clawing for my face with his feet as I crawled towards his rattan bucket chair. By now, the last of the sunlight had long since died out and all that remained was the light of the fire. In that light, Grant’s face looked particularly devilish — and handsome — his reddish-brown hair, thin lips and high cheekbones animated by the flickering fire light and his giddy smile.

Grant’s feet were the cleanest of the bunch so far. They definitely weren’t clean, there was the usual taste of salt and sweat and everything else, but there was also a sort of sweetness to them that I couldn’t quite explain. It also seemed like Grant took better care of his feet than the other boys did. Cream or pedicures or something, I didn’t know, but his feet were smooth and soft against my face and tongue.

My cock reached another level of hardness in its cage.

Those soft feet. So nice… Wait.. Who even are you, Tommy?

Tyler was the last to have a go at my mouth and he made sure to make a spectacle of it like always.

Standing up instead of sitting like all the rest of the boys, he had me kneel in an awkward position that took me a few commands to figure out. I eventually figured out what he wanted when he said, “Face down, ass up, like a porn video!”

At that point, I realized he wanted me with my head on the ground and my ass high up in the air. The erotic rush of servicing Grant’s feet began to subside and the humiliation from earlier in the night began to rise again as Tyler bent down to tilt my head sideways so my right cheek was pressed to the hard, concrete tiles of the patio.

Then, making sure everyone else was watching, Tyler used his left foot to hold my head down by placing it — not too gently — on the side of my cheek, and then offered the sole of his right foot to me to start licking.

In this position, I couldn’t really lick Tyler’s foot as effectively as I’d been able to with the other guys but even I knew this wasn’t about how well I got the job done. This was about putting on a show for the other dudes. Tyler wanted to demonstrate what he could do with me, show how much power he had over me and as I got going, even though I didn’t want it to be the case, my cock started to get hard again, like rock hard.

And Grant noticed.

Of course, Grant noticed.

“He’s loving that shit, Tyler!” he said.

“Of course he is,” Tyler responded. “He was probably hoping we’d do this stuff for years. Tommy is gonna have the best vacation of all of us, for sure, dudes!”

As he uttered the last words, he shifted feet, using his right now to pin my face down and giving me his left for licking. The other guys meanwhile offered only agreement to Tyler’s statement, which I wasn’t too sure about, but then again, I couldn’t deny that this shit was turning me on like crazy.

After a few more minutes of licking Tyler’s left foot, I felt the pressure on my face ease. I looked up to see Tyler standing there, looking down at me, a cocky smile fixed on his face. He stared at me like someone might stare at a mess they just made and were nonetheless really proud of, and maybe that’s exactly how I looked at the moment. I noticed something else then though, Tyler was groping himself gently through his pants and he was hard, or at least semi hard.

I couldn’t help but feel proud that I’d made that happen. That I’d done well with my ‘foot job’.

Tyler looked around the light of the fire pit, still feeling himself through the shorts, and spoke a few more words that would have me not just throbbing but leaking into my cage.

“So all that foot stuff has me hard, boys. Who else is in the mood for a blow job?”

As I righted myself and elevated myself to my knees, I didn’t need the boys to respond to know their answer.

Their eyes said it all.

Hungry.

Predatory.

All fixed on me.

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Chapter 5: Tasting Menu

Everyone in this story is 18+

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica

The fire crackled, sending thin sparks into the velvet sky, and for a breath everything froze: five straight college boys framed in orange light, every eye fixed on the naked guy kneeling in the dirt.

Tyler’s question: “Who wants a blow job?” still hung in the air like a challenge nobody intended to refuse.

Connor answered first without words. He simply spread his knees wider in that half-cocoon chair, palms braced on the wicker arms, gaze locked on mine. With the tiniest tilt of his chin he let me know where to begin.

I shuffled forward on hands and knees. The stone patio bit at my skin; the metal cage between my thighs tugged with every crawl, cold and unforgiving. When I reached Connor, he rested a warm hand on my head. It wasn’t rough. That made it worse. The gentleness said he owned this moment, not me.

“Open.” One quiet syllable, calm as Sunday.

I did. His other hand guided, slow, deliberate, until I felt the first intimate heat of him. The taste hit, familiar but with a hint of something new too, the faint bite of whatever expensive soap he used back at the villa. I closed my lips, cheeks hollowing, and Connor’s sigh rolled over me like warm surf. He didn’t thrust; he let me work, fingers combing lazily through my hair whenever I found a rhythm he liked. His approval felt physical, sliding under my skin, coaxing me deeper into the role none of us could name out loud.

Behind us came low laughter, the clink of glass, the creak of wicker as someone shifted to get a better view. I could picture them: Grant leaning forward in his seat, eyes gleaming; Bryson swirling his drink, analyzing; Aiden half-hard already, cocky grin growing by the second; Tyler, director, star, and audience all at once, memorizing every second for later.

Connor’s fingers tightened, telling me to slow. A tremor ran through his thigh. “Good,” he said, voice lower than usual. Then he eased me off with a casual confidence that said this isn’t about me finishing; it’s about you learning. My own pulse hammered in my ears. The cage felt smaller than ever.

Connor’s thumb stroked the corner of my mouth, almost tender. “Not done,” he whispered. He guided me back, the head of his cock brushing my lips. “Take a breath.” I inhaled through my nose, smoke, salt air, man, then opened wide.

This time he set the rhythm himself. Shallow glide, fuller push, then pause so I could feel him throb against the back of my throat. His palm splayed possessively over my skull, fingers threading through sweat-damp hair. I focused on relaxing, swallowing around the intrusion until the reflex faded to a hot, stretching ache.

“Look at him work,” Bryson murmured. Ice clinked in his glass.
“Poster boy for extracurriculars,” Aiden added, laughing under his breath.

Connor didn’t react to the commentary; all his attention stayed on me. Each thrust grew longer, slick sounds mixing with my muffled breaths. My knees slid wider for balance; grit scraped skin but I barely felt it. The cage pressed cruelly every time my hips shifted, a reminder that any pleasure I felt was strictly collateral.

“Tongue up,” Connor ordered. I obeyed, flattening it to cradle him. He groaned and his hips snapped harder, once, twice. The third plunge buried him to the base. He held me there, thighs trembling beneath my palms.

Firelight flickered across his chest as he came. Hot pulses filled my mouth, thick and salty, shocking in volume. Connor kept me pinned, forcing me to swallow each wave or choke.

When the spasms faded he eased back an inch. “Show them.”

I tipped my head, opening so the last dribble pooled on my tongue. Aiden whistled; Grant leaned closer for a better look.

The humiliation hit like heatstroke; my cheeks burned as I held my mouth open for everyone to see, tongue holding back the massive deposit Connor had left there.

Connor’s voice dropped even lower. “Finish it.”

I swallowed the final trace, then extended my tongue again, clean, slick with spit. Connor’s expression softened into something like pride. He wiped a thumb across my lower lip, collecting a stray string of saliva, and smeared it over my cheek like war paint.

“Lesson one,” he told the group, still stroking my hair. “Perfect obedience.”

Tyler’s phone camera clicked. “Got that on record,” he said. “Macy’s going to love the visual aids.”

The words made my stomach flip with a sick thrill. I was humiliated, exposed, and yet absurdly proud that I’d pleased them.

Connor tapped my cheek twice: gentle, possessive. “Next.” He reclined, casual as if he’d just finished a set at the gym.

Aiden was ready before the word finished leaving Connor’s mouth. He patted his thigh and hooked a thumb under the waistband of his shorts, dragging them low to reveal a teasing sliver of blond hair and a growing swell beneath.

“Well, champ,” he drawled, eyes sparkling with mischief, “let’s see if you can handle another big load.”

I swallowed the lingering taste of Connor, wiped my lips on the back of my wrist, and crawled toward Aiden, throat raw, heart hammering in anticipation of the next dick.

Aiden leaned back in his chair like he’d been waiting all day for this moment. His cock was already half-hard, pink and smooth, framed by golden thigh hair and that smug little grin he always wore when he was the center of attention.

“Hands behind your back,” he said, flicking water from his fingers like he was dismissing a waiter. “And don’t come up until I say. You’re not running a tasting menu.”

I lowered my wrists and opened wide. He slid in himself, watching me with the slow, pleased look of someone admiring his own reflection. At first, he didn’t thrust. He just held me there, the tip resting on my tongue, letting his heat settle in.

“Mmm. There we go,” he murmured. “God, I bet you missed this.”

Then he started to move. His rhythm came shallow at first, just enough to wet the length. His hips rolled in slow circles, relaxed and practiced, like he was showing off. This wasn’t about urgency. It was about getting exactly what he wanted, the way he wanted it.

“Use your tongue,” he said, calm and instructive. “Not like that. Flick. Good. Keep it up.”

His praise was like a leash. Each small compliment pulled me deeper into the job. I stayed still while he used my mouth as he pleased. Every stroke forced my knees to press harder into the gravel. The cage between my legs throbbed every time my hips shifted, making me feel smaller with every breath.

I let out a soft moan, unthinking. He rewarded me with a tap on the cheek.

“Shhh,” he said, grinning. “No whining. You’re not the one getting off.”

Behind us, Bryson let out a dry chuckle. “He’s got the enthusiasm, I’ll give him that.”

“Yeah,” Grant replied, “but I want to see if he’s got endurance.”

Aiden shifted pace, now thrusting faster, testing how much I could take. I worked to keep the seal. My jaw began to ache. When I choked slightly, he paused, then gave a soft laugh.

“Don’t flinch. You’re doing great.”

He took both sides of my head in his hands and held me still. His strokes shortened, sharper now. His breathing changed. I could feel the tension building in his thighs.

“Don’t you dare spill a drop,” he said. “Take it all.”

I obeyed. The first burst landed hot on my tongue, then another, then a third. Aiden let out a quiet moan and ran the last trace along my lip before slipping free.

“Swallow.”

I obeyed.

“Again.”

I showed him my tongue, now clean. He nodded like I’d done a trick properly.

He reached into his pocket and snapped a photo without warning. “Needed a new lock screen,” he said, sliding the phone away.

He didn’t help me up. He just pointed with his chin toward Grant.

“Alright, stud. Let’s see how he handles a proper workload.”

Grant was already unzipping, eyes shining. “Come here, slut. Time to put that throat to work.”

Grant didn’t wait for a signal. As I crawled toward him, he bounced slightly in his seat like he was waiting to unwrap a Christmas present. His shorts were already down, cock thick and flushed, bobbing as he leaned forward with both hands on his knees.

“God, finally,” he said. “Been thinking about this for hours.”

I settled between his legs, chest still sticky from Aiden, lips wet with spit. Grant reached down, not for his cock, but for the cage. His fingers brushed over the bars with the kind of reverence most guys reserved for high-end audio equipment.

“Jesus, look at it,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the others. “You see how full he is? It’s like the whole thing’s about to crack open.”

Tyler gave a low whistle. “He’s been grinding into the patio since Connor.”
“Yeah,” Aiden added, “but he’s harder now.”

Grant smirked. “That’s because he knows I’ve got the nicest cock.”

The other guys all let out groans of disapproval. Tyler couldn’t resist throwing a barb Grant’s way.

“It’s because he knows your cock is the smallest and you won’t choke him as much!”

Grant didn’t respond, he just aimed his already fully hard shaft at my mouth and pulled me in.

He didn’t tell me to open. He just fed me the tip, slow and steady, until I felt him hit the back of my throat. Then he pulled out, looked down at my face like he was checking the depth of a pool, and pushed in again.

“Yeah,” he said. “This is what I wanted.”

His rhythm was enthusiastic more than rough. He didn’t want to break me, he wanted to watch me. His eyes flicked between my face, the way my lips sealed around him, and the cage wedged against the stone patio. I could feel it pressing tighter every time I shifted for balance.

“You leaking in there?” he asked, barely able to contain the delight in his voice. “God, I hope you are. That would make this so perfect.”

I moaned around him. It wasn’t fake. I was aching. I could feel the pulse of my cock in every nerve of my body, every touch of cool air or scrape of grit. I was desperate, and Grant knew it.

He reached down, cupped my jaw, and slowed the pace. His thumb brushed over my cheek, then hooked into the side of my mouth to stretch it wider.

“Look at this. You’re built for this, aren’t you?”

I tried to nod. He rewarded me with one last deep thrust, then held me still. A breath caught in his throat. Then he twitched once, twice, and warmth flooded my mouth. He groaned openly, one hand still resting over the cage like he needed to feel it while he came.

When he pulled out, he wiped the head against my tongue and smiled.

“God, that was satisfying.” He looked over at Bryson. “Your turn, Professor. Make him write a thesis.”

Bryson stood slowly and raised his phone. “Already taking notes.”

Bryson didn’t sit forward. He stayed reclined, legs stretched out, phone in one hand and his drink in the other. The glow from the fire flickered off his glasses. He tapped the record button without a word and shifted just enough for his cock to rest fully against one thigh, already hard and gleaming at the tip.

“Face the flame,” he said, nodding toward the fire. “I want to see your profile. And the cage.”

I turned, angling myself so the firelight lit me up from the side. I could feel the slickness drying across my chest and jaw, the pressure in my groin becoming unbearable. My arms trembled as I got into position, knees spread, tongue wetting my lips.

“Good. Now stay still.”

Bryson didn’t grip my head. He just lifted his hips slightly and fed himself into my mouth with practiced ease. No theatrics. No banter. Just the quiet glide of skin over tongue.

He began narrating almost immediately, like a lecturer addressing a quiet room.

“Initial pressure feels consistent. Slight tremble through the jaw. Suction’s above average. He’s not using his hands, which is noteworthy. Controlled, gag reflex. Head tilted to maximize light exposure.”

The others chuckled behind him. Tyler muttered something about oral sex metrics.

I flushed deeper. I didn’t know whether it was from the words or from the knowledge that the camera was catching every twitch. I focused on pace. He liked a subtle seal, just enough to create tension without sloppiness. Every motion had to be intentional.

Bryson took slow, steady strokes, occasionally stopping to give verbal feedback. “Teeth grazed. Adjust. There. Much better. Swirl on the upstroke.”

His hand grazed the cage once, lightly, like he was checking the frame of a sculpture.

“He’s still completely hard,” he said to no one in particular. “Unbroken focus. Hips twitching slightly but not lifting. Very good restraint.”

I moaned softly around him. My body was shaking now, but I didn’t break position. Bryson’s breathing remained calm, but his thighs flexed and his words began to falter.

“I—ah. Recording paused. One second.”

The phone clattered to the side, forgotten. His hand slid behind my neck and he held me still. He thrust twice, then hissed through clenched teeth as his cock pulsed against my tongue.

“Hold it,” he said through a shallow breath. “Don’t move.”

I didn’t. The taste flooded my mouth slowly. He groaned quietly, then eased out without another word.

When I opened, he gave a faint nod at the clean tongue, then gestured for me to wipe my chin. I didn’t reach for the towel.

Tyler stepped forward and crouched beside me. He was still completely soft in his shorts. Still fully in control.

“You’re not done for tonight,” he said. “But you’re not cleaning up.”

He reached out and brushed his thumb through the slick mess that had dripped onto my chest. Then he smeared it across my collarbone.

“Leave it. I want to see it in the fire light.”

I nodded, throat hoarse.

Tyler didn’t move right away. He just looked at me. Not smiling. Not teasing. Studying. His thumb stayed at my collarbone like he was still deciding what to do with it. Then he spoke, voice low enough that I felt it more than heard it.

“On your back.”

I froze, startled. Every blowjob so far had happened on my knees. But I didn’t hesitate. I shifted awkwardly, gravel biting into my shoulders as I lay back, arms at my sides, knees bent just enough to keep the cage from digging too deep into my pelvis.

Tyler stepped forward and stood over me, tugging his shorts down in one smooth motion. His cock was hard now, curving slightly toward his stomach, flushed and leaking. The glow from the fire caught the veins along the shaft like map lines. He knelt with one leg on either side of my ribs, cock hanging just above my chin.

“You’re going to hold still,” he said. “I’m going to use your mouth exactly the way I want. You don’t get to help.”

Then he leaned forward and pressed himself between my lips.

Tyler was the first to take without easing in. No warning, no testing. His hips rocked slow but deep, filling me with thick, deliberate strokes. He didn’t talk. He didn’t moan. He just watched, his eyes on mine the whole time, like he was checking whether I understood what was happening.

I did. This wasn’t about the blowjob. It was about position. About being underneath him. About the mess already smeared on my chest and the metal cage twitching at the base of my spine while he fucked my mouth like it belonged to him.

His fingers slid behind my head, lifting it slightly so he could angle deeper. I gagged once and he paused, not with concern, but calculation. Then he pulled back, spat lightly onto my tongue, and slid back in.

“You’ll remember this every time you smell smoke from a campfire,” he said.

I would.

He came fast. When his rhythm faltered I felt the twitch, the sudden flood, the salty heat. He finished in my throat, hips stilling for the last few shallow thrusts. Then he withdrew and tapped my cheek twice, the same way Connor had done.

“Close your mouth.”

I obeyed.

And with that, he stood, stepped back into his shorts.

When he was done, Connor spoke:

“Be at the pool by sunrise,” he said. “And kneeling.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The boys started to file away slowly, collecting the remnants of their drinks, leaving me lying there on my back, part in ecstasy, part in awe of what I’d done, part in shock.

The fire had burned down to low embers by the time their footsteps faded toward the villas. Smoke drifted in slow ribbons above the pit, carrying the smell of charred wood, sunscreen, and boys’ sweat. I was alone, lying in the dirt, chest smeared with drying streaks that caught the orange glow like varnish on old leather. My throat ached. My jaw felt unhinged. The metal cage still hugged me so tight I could feel my pulse beating through the steel.

I closed my eyes and let the night air slide over raw skin. Scenes from years ago in school flickered behind my lids: those harmless pool parties where I would sneak off with Aiden or get trapped in a closet with Tyler for a quick BJ. Even the wildest moments back then had felt like practice runs compared to tonight. Back then the boys let me mess around because it was funny, because it was convenient, because a willing mouth beat a sad hand-job after too many beers. They never framed it. Never choreographed it. They never, ever made me kneel in front of the whole group and swallow one by one and show them the cum in my mouth after.

Tonight they had owned me. Completely. Every glance, every word, every idle fingertip on the cage had reminded me that my pleasure was not part of the agenda. And that was what made the heat bloom so intensely. My cock throbbed in that tiny prison, harder than it had ever been before. I could still taste each of them, flavor layered on flavor like coastal salt on citrus and chlorine. Every swallow felt branded into me.

A breeze shifted and cooled the mess on my skin, turning it tacky. Humiliation should have stung. Instead it felt thrilling, as though the shame rewired itself into something warm and bright in my stomach. I pictured kneeling by the pool as Connor had commanded. My knees would hurt no doubt — they already did — and the cage would grow even tighter in the cold. They would stand over me, amused, and I would already be wet before I got in the pool, but not from any water. The thought sent another squeeze of pressure through the metal bars.

I pressed my forehead to the warm stone beside the pit. My body trembled, half from exhaustion, half from the ache of needing what they would not give me. Yet under the ache there was joy, pure and simple: joy at having served perfectly, joy at being seen exactly as I was, joy at knowing sunrise would bring another chance to prove how deep my devotion ran.

When the embers finally lost their glow, I stood, legs unsteady, and padded toward the villas. Every step made the cage tap lightly against my thigh, a quiet reminder that the boys who’d been my friends not so long ago owned me for the rest of the week. I welcomed the sound. It meant tomorrow was coming, and with it the next session.

I could hardly wait.
 
Chapter 6: Morning Mouth

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica

All characters in this story are 18+

I woke up before the sun even had a chance to spill over the cliffs. The villa was quiet and dark, my chastity cage heavy between my legs, a constant reminder of the new reality I’d willingly stepped into. Figuring out how to piss with the thing on had been a chore, and a mess, but fortunately I didn’t have to share my bathroom with anyone else.

After a quick shower to rinse off last night’s humiliation and the mess I’d made of myself trying to pee standing, I headed out barefoot, naked except for my cock cage. Tyler had said to meet him by the pool in the morning, but he hadn’t given me a specific time. I wasn’t about to fuck this up by showing up late.

The stones on the path were still cool from the night, the air damp and sweet with the scent of flowers and ocean water. My heart hammered as I neared the pool, half-expecting Tyler and the boys to be waiting for me, ready to pounce.

But no one was there. Just the endless stretch of water, glassy in the pre-dawn stillness. I knelt down by the edge, feeling exposed and foolish and undeniably turned on. My cage tightened painfully, reminding me exactly where I stood.

The waiting was worse than the humiliation of the night before. I felt every second tick by, my imagination running wild with scenarios of what Tyler would demand next. When footsteps finally echoed along the path behind me, I flinched and tried not to turn around.

“You’re early,” Tyler said, his voice rich with amusement. “Eager much, Tommy?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied softly, keeping my gaze fixed downwards. Tyler circled slowly, stopping right in front of me. Even from this angle, his tanned calves and muscular thighs looked sculpted, impossibly perfect. He wore swim shorts, low-slung enough to tease the V-line of his hips. My cock throbbed hopelessly in its cage.

“Look up, my eyes aren’t down there,” he ordered.

I raised my eyes, stopping when they met his, but I couldn’t help but look down again. I followed the line that traced between his abs down further until my gaze settling hungrily on the prominent bulge under the thin fabric of his shorts.

“You missed this, didn’t you?” Tyler teased. He adjusted himself, deliberately showing off the outline of his cock, thick and tempting. “Tell me how much you want it, Tommy. Beg for it.”

The flush of embarrassment warmed my cheeks, but Tyler’s sharp gaze demanded obedience. “Please, Sir,” I whispered hesitantly. “I really want your cock.”

He clicked his tongue dismissively. “Pathetic. That’s not begging. Do better.”

Heat surged under my skin. “Please, Tyler—Sir—I need your cock in my mouth. Let me suck it, please.”

He laughed lightly, clearly enjoying the desperate edge in my voice. “Better. But still nowhere near good enough.”

Without warning, Tyler reached down and gently slapped my cheek. Not hard, it was almost friendly, but just enough to remind me how vulnerable I was. My breath hitched, the sting of humiliation blending with an undeniable arousal.

“Show me how much you crave it,” Tyler instructed, voice low and commanding. “Convince me you deserve it.”

I swallowed hard, humiliation burning hot in my chest, fueling the words that spilled desperately from my lips.

“Please, Sir, let me worship your cock,” I pleaded earnestly. “I’ve missed it since school. It’s all I’ve been able to think about. Please, Sir, I’ll do anything. I need it.”

Tyler smirked, satisfaction dancing across his face.

“Better, Tommy,” he praised. “Now you’re starting to get it.”

Tyler stepped closer, his hips level with my face. I could almost taste him through the thin fabric of his shorts. My cock strained uselessly in the cage, pulsing with every desperate heartbeat.

“Show me what you’d do for it,” Tyler coaxed softly. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband, teasing the promise of his perfect cock. “Tell me why I should let you have it.”

I licked my lips, eyes glued to the outline beneath the fabric. “Please, Sir, I’d worship it so good,” I begged, voice trembling. “I’d do anything you say. I’ll make it feel better than any girl could.”

He chuckled low, clearly savoring my desperation. “Better than any girl, huh?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathed, leaning forward instinctively. “No one could ever worship you like I will.”

Tyler finally pulled his shorts down, just enough to reveal his cock, thick, flushed, and already half-hard. My mouth watered at the sight. It was even more beautiful than I remembered, smooth and perfectly shaped, just begging for attention.

“Alright,” he said casually, offering it toward me. “Show me what you got.”

My heart leaped. I leaned forward, lips parted eagerly, but the moment I moved to wrap my mouth around him, Tyler jerked back sharply, laughing.

“Oh, wow, Tommy. Look how desperate you are!” His voice dripped with amusement, humiliation coloring my cheeks red. “You couldn’t even wait one second.”

“Please, Sir,” I whimpered. “I want it so bad.”

He shook his head slowly, feigning disappointment. “Not good enough, Tommy. I need to believe you. Try again.”

Frustration clawed at my chest, mixing with the intense arousal of being denied. I took a shaky breath, eyes locked on Tyler’s cock, still tantalizingly close but deliberately just out of reach.

“Please, Sir, I need your cock so badly,” I pleaded softly, voice dripping with sincerity. “Let me show you how grateful I am to be here, to be yours. Please, Sir, I’ll worship you like you deserve.”

Tyler’s eyes darkened approvingly. He stepped forward once more, presenting his cock temptingly close. “Better, Tommy. Much better.”

Again, I leaned in, desperately eager to taste him, only to have him pull back yet again, leaving my mouth empty and aching.

Tyler laughed again, louder this time, relishing my frustration. “Oh man, Tommy, you should see your face right now. Completely pathetic. Are you that desperate?”

“Yes, Sir,” I confessed shamefully, not even caring about my dignity anymore. “I’ll do anything you want, please.”

He reached down again, gently slapping my cheek again, just enough to emphasize the humiliation. “I know you’ll do anything, Tommy. But begging is an art. Make me believe that sucking my cock is the most important thing in the world to you.”

I felt stripped bare in every way, emotionally and physically exposed. I swallowed down my pride, staring up into Tyler’s commanding gaze.

“Please, Sir, please give me your cock,” I whispered, my voice raw with need. “I’ve missed it every day since you left for college. I’ll be your perfect, obedient slut. Your cock is everything to me, Sir. I exist to worship you.”

Tyler finally smiled, genuine satisfaction in his eyes. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Tyler stepped forward once again, finally guiding his cock towards my open mouth. “Just a taste,” he teased. “Don’t disappoint me now.”

My lips wrapped around his cock eagerly, and I moaned softly as I tasted him for the first time in years. He was perfect, thick and velvety, already firming rapidly against my tongue. The faint, musky scent of him filled my senses, sending waves of desire pulsing through my caged cock.

“Yeah, Tommy,” Tyler murmured approvingly. “Show me how much you love it.”

I pressed forward, slowly taking more of him into my mouth, feeling his shaft grow harder with every second. My tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, lips tight around the base of his head. Tyler’s fingers threaded through my hair, guiding me deeper.

“I think you can do better, Tommy,” Tyler urged, his voice a low, dominant purr. “I want you to slobber on it, get it nice and messy. Make me feel it.”

My face flushed hotter, humiliation mixing with the overwhelming desire to please him. Saliva flooded my mouth as I obeyed, letting drool drip down the length of his shaft, slicking my lips and his cock until they glistened in the early morning light.

Tyler pushed his hips forward gently, testing how much I could handle. I gagged slightly as he touched the back of my throat, eyes watering, but he didn’t relent. He just held me there firmly.

“You can take it deeper, Tommy,” he encouraged, gently forcing himself further. “I want to feel you choke on it, understand? Prove to me how much you want it.”

I gagged again, tears spilling down my cheeks, but I pushed through, desperate to please him. My throat opened slightly, and Tyler slid in another inch, filling me completely. I sputtered, helplessly gripping his thighs for support. The boys had never expected me to choke on them before, but I didn’t care anymore, I was so desperate for his dick.

“That’s it,” Tyler groaned, holding my head steady. “Fuck, Tommy. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

He pulled back slightly, allowing me a brief, shaky breath before plunging in once more, forcing me to take his cock to the base. My vision blurred as I fought to hold him, my humiliation at being used like this fueling my desperate desire.

“Beg me for more, Tommy,” Tyler demanded roughly, thrusting gently now, letting me breathe but never fully pulling out. “Tell me you need it.”

I sucked in ragged breaths, saliva dripping down my chin, and looked up into Tyler’s eyes, pleading.

“Please, Sir, don’t stop,” I begged hoarsely, voice thick with genuine need. “Use my throat. I want to choke on your cock. I need it so badly.”

Tyler grinned broadly, clearly delighted by my debasement. “Now that’s the enthusiasm I’m looking for.”

He increased his pace, sliding deeper into my throat each time. My hands tightened reflexively around his legs, desperate for control that was no longer mine. With each thrust, Tyler’s breathing grew heavier, more ragged, pleasure clearly overwhelming him.

Then, abruptly, he pulled free from my mouth, leaving me panting, lips swollen, empty, and aching.

Tyler laughed softly, enjoying my immediate, frantic confusion. “You looked way too comfortable, Tommy. I don’t think you fully appreciate what I’m giving you here.”

My eyes shot up to meet his amused gaze, desperation and frustration building inside me.

“Beg me again, Tommy,” Tyler ordered, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Convince me to let you finish what you started.”

Tyler slowly stroked his spit-slicked cock, smiling down at me with lazy arrogance. My eyes tracked every movement, desperate and yearning. Without warning, he slapped his cock across my cheek, sending droplets of saliva splattering across my face. My breath hitched, humiliation surging as heat burned my cheeks.

"Look at you," Tyler mocked, amusement coloring his voice. "Face all messy and desperate. Is that how you imagined your vacation going, Tommy?"

"No, Sir," I admitted quietly, looking up into his eyes, hoping my obedience would earn me what I craved.

He laughed softly, brushing his cock lightly across my lips, then smearing it slowly along my cheek, leaving a slick trail in its wake. "But you love it anyway, don't you? Tell me how much you love having my cock rub all over your face."

My cage tightened painfully, my cock throbbing with intense, frustrated desire. "Yes, Sir. I love it. I need it. Please let me taste it again," I begged, voice thick with desperation.

Tyler grinned broadly, gently slapping his cock across my lips once more, delighting in the wet, humiliating sound. "Beg better, Tommy," he demanded. "I want to believe you're completely obsessed with my cock."

I drew a shaky breath, eyes locked hungrily on his glistening shaft. "Please, Sir," I whispered urgently. "I dream about your cock. I crave it every second. I need you to use me, to own my mouth with your dick me. I'll do anything to earn your cock again."

His eyes flashed with pleasure. "That's my good little slut," Tyler praised, finally pressing his cock back into my mouth. "Show me how much you mean it."

I groaned in relief and gratitude, eagerly sucking him deep again, allowing saliva to pour freely down his shaft. Tyler immediately picked up his pace, thrusting vigorously, his hands gripping my head with possessive authority. I gagged and choked helplessly, but Tyler didn't relent, each thrust hitting the back of my throat, sending fresh tears streaming down my face.

"Look at you, Tommy," Tyler taunted, breathing heavily now, his voice rough and thick with pleasure. "So desperate to please. You're such a good little cocksucker."

My cage felt like a vice around my cock, pleasure and humiliation intertwining into an overwhelming, irresistible ache. My hips shifted helplessly, seeking any friction I could manage, but there was none to be found. I whimpered around Tyler’s shaft, my desperation palpable.

He noticed my frustration, laughing breathlessly. "Poor Tommy," he mocked gently, pulling out briefly to slap his soaking cock across my cheeks again. "Trapped and pathetic, needing me to feel good. Bro, I wouldn’t want to be you." He laughed.

"Yes, Sir," I gasped, saliva and precum dripping freely down my chin, my eyes filled with frantic longing. "Please, Sir, I live to worship you."

Tyler smiled triumphantly, sliding his cock back into my mouth once more. His thrusts grew faster, deeper, more demanding. He was close, his breathing becoming ragged, his grip tightening painfully in my hair.

"Get ready, Tommy," Tyler warned, voice taut with anticipation. "You're going to earn every last drop."

Tyler’s hips rocked faster, his cock thrusting deeper into my mouth with each stroke. I struggled to breathe, eyes watering, my throat raw from his relentless use. But the humiliation and desperation only made my trapped cock ache more intensely, throbbing uselessly against its cage.

“Fuck, Tommy,” Tyler growled, voice breaking with pleasure. “That’s it—take it all. Swallow every drop I give you.”

His grip on my hair tightened painfully, holding me firmly in place. His cock pulsed heavily against my tongue, and I knew he was seconds away. My entire world narrowed down to the slick shaft buried deep in my throat, my mind clouded with the need to please, the need to earn Tyler’s approval.

Then, with a deep, guttural moan, Tyler erupted. Hot, thick cum shot into my mouth, flooding my throat and spilling onto my tongue. I swallowed rapidly, desperately trying to keep up with his powerful climax. Tyler held me tightly, his cock buried deep, not allowing a single drop to escape. My body trembled, helplessly straining in its cage, my own release denied yet again.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Tyler slowly eased his cock from my mouth, leaving me gasping, lips swollen and glistening. He wiped the last traces of his cum across my cheek, smirking down at me with supreme satisfaction.

“Good job, Tommy,” Tyler praised, gently patting my cheek in a gesture both affectionate and humiliating. “You’re really turning into the perfect little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I managed weakly, still panting and flushed. “Thank you, Sir.”

Tyler chuckled, stretching casually, utterly relaxed and pleased with himself. “I bet you won’t need much breakfast after that meal.”

Before I could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed along the path behind me. My heart skipped, embarrassment surging fresh once again. I turned my head slightly, just enough to see Bryson and Aiden approaching the pool, both dressed casually, their eyes bright with anticipation.

Bryson raised an eyebrow as he took in the scene, grinning knowingly. “Starting the morning off right, huh, Tyler?”

Tyler laughed easily, nodding towards me. “Just taking care of some early business. Tommy here’s been very accommodating.”

Aiden smirked, folding his arms across his chest, his gaze lingering hungrily on my kneeling, cum-streaked face. “I can see that. Did you leave any for the rest of us?”

Tyler leaned back casually, clearly enjoying their envy. “Oh, there’s plenty more where that came from, boys,” he assured them. “In fact, I think you’ll be impressed with what Tommy’s learned.”

My stomach twisted nervously as Tyler’s words sank in. I wasn’t done being used—not even close. My cock pulsed sharply in its cage, desperate and betrayed by my own overwhelming excitement.

“Can’t wait,” Bryson replied, his eyes darkening with lust. He glanced at Aiden, then back to me. “I think we’re both ready to see exactly what Tommy can do.”

Tyler smiled lazily, his gaze flickering over me possessively. “Trust me, you’re both gonna love it.”

Bryson and Aiden closed in like predators descending on their prey; Tyler looked at me like prize he’d just won at a carnival.

As I shifted on my knees, that were already starting to get uncomfortable, and prepared for round 2 of the morning, Tyler started on like a pro tennis instructor:

“Alright boys, here’s the thing. You can’t just let him have your goods. You gotta make him beg….”

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Welcome to Kāhea

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica

All characters in this story are 18+

The drive out to the resort felt like falling off the edge of the world. One minute we were on the last paved road, the next we were climbing through jungle, the sky disappearing behind a wall of green. The cliffs loomed like something out of a Hollywood movie: towering and moss-slicked, half-swallowed by clouds. The air was thick and wet and sweet, buzzing with life I couldn’t see but felt everywhere. It didn’t feel like arriving. It felt like I was being enveloped by something strange and alien but wonderful at the same time.

We were headed to Kāhea Retreat. Aiden had told me it meant “to summon” in Hawaiian, and as we approached the gated main walls of the resort I definitely felt like I was being pulled in. The place was gorgeous. Whitewashed walls that hid what was inside from view smacked of old wealth despite new construction, but the elaborate, yet minimalist signage on the outside of the resort gave no illusions as to what sort of luxuries awaited within.

Although Kāhea radiated opulence, it was surrounded by a landscape that was untamed. The wilderness there was wild. It pressed right up to the walls of the resort, trees heavy with fruit, vines thick as rope, and underbrush that shifted and rustled even when there was no wind. Tropical flowers of every description grew wild from the side of the road while a manicured patch of planted perennials sat looking rather out of place near the main sign.

It was breathtaking.

It was like nothing I’d ever seen in my 19 years.

The driver of our oversized SUV pressed a button on the gate intercom, mumbled some pleasantries to whoever was on the other end of the line and a few moments later, the gold-painted gates mechanically sprung to life, gracefully withdrawing and opening the way for us into the resort.

As we passed through the threshold, Tyler clapped his hands on his thighs excitedly, “It’s finally happening, boys! We’re here!”

Connor joined in Tyler’s jubilation, “Damn right, bro! One week, no parents, no other guests, this entire place to ourselves to do whatever – the – fuck – we – want!”

Tyler and Connor high fived each other while Aiden, Bryson and Grant made noises of agreement.

I sat quietly, still taking it all in.

We drove down a long road through thick jungle as we approached the Kāhea campus area. As we got closer to the main building, we passed the pool area. It was just as stunning as everything else I’d seen before. Set flush against the cliff’s edge, it looked like it might spill over into the sea if you breathed too hard. I looked at it, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world disappeared — no horizon, no bottom, just water and sky.

I was quiet for a reason; I was the odd man out on this trip — for a lot of reasons.

I’d been friends with Aiden, Bryson, Connor, Grant and Tyler since 9th year. We’d attended a private all-boys school together, very posh, uniforms, fencing team, all that stuff. The difference between me and my friends was that I’d attended the school on a full bursary while their tuition had been fully funded by the Bank of Mom and Dad. At $75,000 a year, that was saying something.

The other major difference between me and my friends was that I was gay and they were all straight. In addition to being one of the only boys at school whose parents didn’t own a yacht and a summer home in some small European country, I was a gay boy in an all boy school. I’d navigated those waters like an eel slipping through the rocks of a coral reef and I’d managed to survive.

My friends had always accepted my financial situation, but things changed when they found out I was gay. It wasn’t that they didn’t accept me anymore but being an all boys school where most of us didn’t know many girls our own age, they naturally started to get ideas. It started simply enough with hand jobs for Tyler and Grant in the bathroom at lunchtime. Before long they’d told the other three what I was doing and Aiden, Connor and Bryson wanted their turn. I was happy enough to oblige; my friends were all hot and I was 15 and horny.

Soon enough, things progressed to blow jobs with Bryson and, again, it wasn’t long before I was sucking them all off on a fairly regular basis. We were all pretty satisfied with the arrangement. They got their rocks off, and I got to live out a lot of gay college boys’ dreams.

But things between us changed after that.

I’d always been on the outer fringes of the group because of my financial situation. There were events I just couldn’t attend — concerts, galas, fashion shows, internships, vacations — but after I started putting their dicks in my mouth, they really started to see me differently.

It wasn’t that they treated me badly. They didn’t do anything homophobic or reject me outright, if anything they spent more time with me due to my newly discovered usefulness, but they definitely didn’t quite see me as the same type of friend they all saw each other as anymore. How could they, I guess?

It’d never gone further than blowjobs; they’d never asked, I’d never offered, but I’m pretty sure I made them some of the happiest boys at that school for a few years…

This was the first time I’d ever been on any kind of vacation with the guys, and it was as a college student on our first college trip, all by ourselves. They’d all been on trips together before, so I couldn’t help but wonder why they’d invited me this time. It was nice, sure, but I had never been on the agenda before, and it wasn’t really part of our dynamic.

Well, I wasn’t going to complain, this place was beautiful, I had a whole week to be here with my friends, and I was going to take advantage of it. The boys’ parents had paid what I understood was something like $500,000 to rent the place out for us for the week, staff included, and I wasn’t going to let my intrusive thoughts ruin what might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me.


After the long, winding journey down the jungle road to the main building of Kāhea we finally arrived at the main building and our driver stopped to let us out. Tyler led the way, as always, charging through the front doors to see what the resort had in store and claim the space for himself. Hotel staff seemed to emerge as if from nowhere, like someone had summoned them with a bell only they could hear and descended on our vehicle to start taking our bags and helping us to our rooms.

Once we were settled, the Resort Manager met us briefly in the lobby to explain the arrangements. Impeccably dressed to match everything else in the place, he let us know that we had the entire grounds exclusively to ourselves, all 10 villas, to which he provided us the keys and that we could do as we pleased with the facilities while we were there.

Since there were only six of us, Kāhea would be operating without its full staff compliment, so no lifeguard — sweet — no security — sweeeeet — no bartender, so we’d have to serve ourselves — had we died and gone to heaven? The staff who were on site would mostly be there to clean up after us, remaining unseen, tidying when we weren’t around and only showing up if we called. Even though I’d gone to school with these guys for four years, I still marvelled at the sort of wealth that was required to purchase these sorts of indulgences.

After our chat with the Manager, we decided to look around and check out the villas and the facilities. It had been months since I’d seen any of the guys, so I also took the opportunity to check them out and see how they’d changed since I last saw them before college.

Aiden looked like someone had genetically engineered him for a varsity team photoshoot. His sun-bleached blond hair was a little longer than it had been in school, falling over his forehead in soft waves, and his skin had that even, golden tan that only came from generational wealth and private trainers. He’d filled out too—chest broader, arms thicker, still lean but with definition you couldn’t ignore. There was always something casual about his hotness, like he didn’t care what you thought because he already knew you were looking.

Bryson’s features had gotten sharper in every way. His jet-black hair was perfectly styled, swept back and held in place like a model’s, and his features were symmetrical like he was carved from stone. High cheekbones, straight nose, pale skin that was the envy of boys and girls alike. His eyes were pale blue, almost grey, and still gave the impression that he was sizing you up every time you spoke. Even now, wearing a wrinkled T-shirt and slides, he looked like someone who could walk into a gallery opening and get handed the champagne tray by mistake.

Connor had always been big, but now he was just massive. His buzzed sandy blond hair made him look even more like the kind of guy who’d bench press your girlfriend for fun. He had thick arms, a wide chest, and calves that made gym rats jealous, but there was a calm to him that made it work. His face was broad and tanned, with soft brown eyes that made him seem approachable even when he was cracking his knuckles. If the rest of them were flashy, Connor was the anchor.

Grant looked like he’d tumbled out of a GQ spread after a long night of bad decisions. His reddish-brown hair was messy, though it probably took effort, falling over his forehead in lazy curls. Freckles dusted his cheeks and nose, and his grin spoke of quick wit and unspoken challenges. He was skinnier than the others, lanky almost, but the sort of lean that suggested speed over strength. Every time I looked at him, I remembered that power acutely.

Tyler was still the prettiest one. His hair was that near-white platinum blond that caught the light at every angle, freshly cut and styled to perfection, not a strand out of place. His body was tight, muscular without being bulky, and he knew exactly how to pose so you noticed. His skin was smooth and lightly tanned, and his teeth were the kind you only get from expensive orthodontics. Watching him adjust his shirt in the reflection of the villa window, I got the sense he’d been waiting his whole life to be seen.

And then there was me… My hair was soft brown and always a bit too long, the kind that fell into my eyes no matter how many times I pushed it back. My features were sharper than they used to be, but I still had that boyish thing going on— soft lines, smooth skin, what some might call doe eyes. I wasn’t as broad or cut as some of them, but my body was lean and tight in a way that turned heads when I wanted it to. I didn’t walk into a room and take it over. I was more of a slow burn. I was cute, not striking or handsome, but I was perfectly OK with that.

All in all, we were a hot bunch. I’d often joked that we’d make a great boy band. The joke hadn’t landed as well with the guys as it had with some of the female friends I’d met online but it was true, the cover of that album alone would sell millions of copies.

After looking at everything Kāhea had to offer, we each found the villa where the staff had left our bags and set about unpacking. My door was unlocked so I didn’t think anything of it when Tyler walked into my room without knocking — it was his way to cross boundaries.

“Hey, Tommy,” he said. His voice hinting that he was stopping by to do something more than just check in.

“How you liking the place?” He asked.

“It’s absolutely amazing,” I responded. “I can’t believe I’m here. I’m so grateful you guys brought me along!”

Tyler flashed one of his award-winning smiles and then said, “Our pleasure. We had all the villas anyways, so it didn’t cost extra. We all figured we’d enjoy having you here too!”

I smiled back, still unable to believe my luck at being here.

Tyler headed back towards the door turning his head towards me again as he walked.

“Well, get yourself all set up in here. This villa will be getting the most use out of all of them, I’m sure! See you out there soon.”

Without another word, he walked out the door and closed it behind him.

I was a bit confused by what he had said, did he expect me to spend more time in my room than the rest of the guys because I’d never had the chance to vacation at a luxury resort like this before? Heck no! I was going to be out taking advantage of everything this place had to offer, just like the rest of them.

I spent the next thirty minutes getting my villa “set up” as Tyler put it, then went out to meet the boys. Everyone else already seemed to have finished unpacking by the time I got out and they were gathered by the pool chatting casually when I arrived.

“Hey Tommy!” Connor yelled.

“Hey guys!” I shouted back, across the courtyard.

As I got closer to the pool, I could see that most of the guys had already changed into their board shorts and were shirtless, soaking up the midday sun. Tyler, ever the adventurous one, had already managed to score himself a drink from somewhere. Although I wanted to focus on starting my vacation, the sight of their shirtless bodies, now that much more developed after a year away at college, brought back horny memories of our times in prep school.

Me on my knees.

Their cocks in my mouth.

Their cum on my breath.

It didn’t help that their biceps had even more flex to them every time they moved now, that their abs were just that much more chiseled, even their calves.. oh you get it.. they were dripping sex, without even trying and I was the solo gay boy there, trying to play it cool, even though I knew exactly what each of their dicks looked like… and smelled like… and tasted like…

I entered the pool area, absent of any staff just as the manager had advised, and joined in the banter with the guys. We spent the next two hours catching up as Tyler fetched bottles of expensive liquor from — wherever he got it from — and the afternoon sun crept into the horizon.

The boys all had stories to share about girls. I was crestfallen. Pathetic a thought as it might have been, I’d secretly hoped the guys would at least be open to revisiting some of our prep school activities while we were here at the resort. Unlike them, I’d been stuck at home for university, and I hadn’t really had much of a chance to experiment sexually with other guys. My friends however, had been privy to the full college experience, it sounded like, they’d gone all the way, they’d actually fucked.

Not only that, they were talking about some wild stuff too. Things I’d only seen in porn. I’m sure some of it was typical college guy bragging, but still, I was jealous of those girls, imaginary or not. As the conversation wore on, and I’d heard story after story about their conquests I gave up any hope of seeing their cocks again this trip and decided to focus on enjoying the holiday and just got caught up in the conversation and the fact that my friends had chosen to include me this time.

When the sun began to set, we moved to the dining room, where dinner had already been set out for us, as per the arrangement. Once everyone was seated at the big round table the staff had prepared for us, Tyler began to speak:

“So first of all bros, I want to say how awesome it is to be here with all of you!”

A round of raucous agreement.

Tyler continued, “I also wanted to welcome Tommy to the resort, I know this shit is all new for you, but I think you’re gonna enjoy this week the most of us all!”

The guys cheered, Bryson slapped me on the back approvingly.

Feeling grateful and still curious about the invite, I felt compelled to speak.

“Thanks so much guys, for having me here. This place is fuckin’ awesome and I cannot wait to tear shit up this week.”

Now the burning question.

“I was honestly a bit surprised you invited me.”

I hadn’t honestly expected an answer, especially not so fast, but Connor jumped in to lighten my burden.

“Well, Tommy, to be totally honest…” Connor looked at the others, “we kinda invited you for a reason.”

Aiden smirked, Tyler chuckled to himself, a knowing look spread across Grant’s face.

Connor went on, “Our parents agreed to rent out this place for us, BUT — they wouldn’t agree to let us bring any girls along.”

My stomach sank but my heart rose.

“They weren’t willing to pay for us to go to a regular resort because drugs, kidnappers, blah blah, but they would send us here, and I’m sure you heard about all the fine things we’ve discovered at college this year…”

I knew where Connor was going, “You want me to suck your cocks ag—”

Tyler interrupted me, “Let the big man finish, Tommy; we’re gonna explain everything; don’t worry.”

Connor started again, “Yeah, so as I was saying, we learned that we like a lot more than just getting our cocks sucked while we were at uni this year.. yeah.. fucking.. for sure.. but some kinky shit too..”

Aiden threw his head back, tossing his hair out of his eyes and then fixed a mischievous stare on me.

I gulped.

Tyler picked up for Connor, “What my man is saying is, we all know you want our shit, you have since we were in school together. This was the vacation we got, not that it isn’t sick, but there are no girls here so you’re going to fill in and we’re going to try out all the new things we discovered we liked with you. Make sense?”

I thought about it for a split second and mentally agreed. Of course I wanted another chance to get with these boys. Now they wanted to fuck me too? It was a dream. Connor had mentioned some kinky stuff, but I’m sure I could handle it. A little foot rub here, some light spanking there. What could a few, sheltered, rich college boys possibly get into?

Famous last words.

I looked around at the assembled hot faces, each of them staring at me expectantly now — and maybe a little lustily too — and I replied the only way I possibly could:

“When the fuck do we get started?”
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