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Chapter 1
On his final day of vacation, Clay awoke early to a familiar feeling. Half awake, he threw the covers down to reveal his chastity cage standing at attention, his erection a full inch above his pelvis. Naked except for a bright pink cage, he walked over to the bathroom to pee and relieve the pressure. As he gained consciousness, he remembered his plans for the day and got immediately horny. (He knew as his bulge continued to strain while he brushed his teeth). Today was the day he went to the beach alone wearing nothing but his nub cage and white lowcut bikini, featuring a chain accent that connected the front and back fabric panels at his hips. Perhaps a cold shower would help?
It did not. At 5’9 with a slim figure and lightly toned torso, he wore 25 well. His wavy blonde hair was buzzed short on the sides leaving his locks to fall onto his forehead, and his sharp face displayed a masculine yet friendly demeanor. Locked for 30 days now, his caged nub physicalized his fagginess. While washing his body, his fingers grazed the entrance of his hole and he quivered. So much so, his legs shook and he had to catch himself of the side of the standing shower. Though submissive, he was strategic about his hookups and prioritized pleasuring partners he knew would be worth his while. It had been days since his hole was properly filled by a man worthy of his submission. He hoped today’s advertisement at the beach would change that.
Walking over the dune, he found a pictureperfect beach sprawling out below him. The saturated blue of sky had movielike scatterings of clouds; the water a light aqua and clear; and the sand glowed in the beaming sun. In front of him were a sorting of neatly arranged lounge chairs and umbrellas for resort guests. On either side, locals and casual beachgoers laid on towels & blankets or foldable chairs and small umbrellas brought from home. Clay took his spot on an available lounge chair shaded by an umbrella, and set his belongings down to get comfortable. Seated towards the end of the row of chairs, he was near locals and visitors more casually spending their day, and he loved their energy. He glanced over at the dozens of sunbathers around him, ranging from older couples, parents celebrating a trip without children, or newlywed lovebirds on vacation. More rowdy were the groups of college students and fellow young adults in their 20’s, many already drinking before noon.
Once settled, he walked down to the water for a dip. Shy, he kept the sarong on, only taking it off to hold dry while he submerged. When coming out of the water, he quickly placed it on again to cover his bikini. He hadn’t even thought about it, but the suit a past Sir had provided him with turned semitransparent in the water. A glow of his pink cage, already pronounced, was shining through the suit. Mortified, but determined to stay true to his mission, he walked back to his chair. Hyperaware, he noticed the dads and husbands stealing a glance at the water illuminating his thin body in the sun. Clay cherished the feeling of being both a mystery and undeniable source of lust for these men, though he blushed and did everything in his power to not cover his cage bump with his hands.
Returning to his chair, he got settled and ready to tan. With one final scan of his surroundings, he took the sarong off and laid back, exposing his full bikini for all to see. His body stunningly glistened in the sun as the ocean water dried, and the pink from the cage poked through the semitransparent swimsuit. Though not typically a fan of exposure, the thrill of the moment aroused him and the cage pulsed as if ready to rip through the fabric. At that moment, a group of young men ran up from out of the water to a few towels and backpacks that had been left near Clay’s chair. He hadn’t noticed them before, they must have been playing in the water out of view. The 4 of them were gorgeous: collegeaged, they had light brown skin and dark hair of varying lengths. They wore board shorts with their boxers or boxer brief waistband peaking out from underneath, and their bodies all had the definition and tone of athletes, maybe football. Their small gold necklaces reflected the sun as they pushed and played with each other sitting down to tan. There were two shorter men about 5’8 with the biggest muscles who held themselves similarly; twins, loud and rough. A third man, slightly darker in skin tone than the others, was tall at 6’3 and lean, a bit shyer. At the back of the pact was a fourth, who walked with such ease and command of the beach it was clear he was the alpha of not just these friends, but any room he was in. Right around 6’2, he had brought shoulders and a tight chest, with abs that popped with definition. While the others had a light dusting of hair on their stomachs, he had a defined trail of hair leaning straight down from his belly button into his shorts. And as he walked up, he stared daggers right at Clay through his sunglasses.
Clay couldn’t breathe and immediately lifted his leg to shield the cage, now pulsing with a heartbeat, from view. The twins laid down on their backs, propping themselves up on their elbows to chat with their group. The third lean one was laying on his stomach facing up the beach for ease of conversation, and the alpha sat down with his legs stretched out crossed in front of him, leaning back on his hands. Even as they relaxed and casually talked, the sun made them glow as if they were gods. And to Clay, they were. After half an hour, the boys were getting ready to pack up and leave, to both Clay’s despair and thankfulness for the reprieve of his bulge, still pounding. Then Clay heard the alpha say to his friends as he nodded over his shoulder, “Yo, guys. Over there.” The entire group turned to stare directly at Clay. He was mortified. Being objectified from afar is one thing, but to be in the direct line of fire from these gods was another level of humility he had never experienced. The group chuckled and murmured back and forth, Clay unable to make out what they were saying. The laughs grew louder and Clay’s face grew more and more flushed. Finally, the group gathered their things and got up to leave. They all walked past him, not being shy at their last glances to Clay. At the back of the pack, Alpha walked by and stopped right as his towering, beautiful body blocked the sun from Clay’s face. He stared down on him and removed his sunglasses. Electric green eyes burned holes into Clay’s.
“Hey,” The Alpha spoke with a swagger and confidence as if they were old friends.
“H…hi,” Clay’s voice stumbled.Alpha broke eye contact to glance down at the fag’s bulge. With a slight nod of his head, he looked up, “Nice.” Clay was mortified, immediately flushing, at a loss for words, but Alpha certainly wasn’t. “You got Snap?” Clay nodded quickly.
“Add me. Diego59291. The boys and I will be in touch.”
Clay looked over to the group of boys who had stopped and were watching the interaction. With huge grins on their faces, they chuckled and mocked Clay to each other. “Bro, that’s so humiliating.”
Clay blushed and began to panic as his cage nearly ripped out of the speedo. The throb was visible to alpha, who looked down and let out a scoff of amusement.
“Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Mmmmm?”
Clay looked around. This wasn’t a private setting, anyone could hear what they were discussing if they chose to listen. Clay gulped before correcting, “Yes Sir.” Alpha returned to the pack and the boys resumed walking away as if Alpha had hardly derailed at all. Clay immediately flipped over onto his stomach to hide his bulge, fearing he could literally burst out of the seams.
Later that afternoon as Clay was getting back from the beach, his phone buzzed.
@diego59291: Yo / You the Clay from the beach?
@PinkBoi: Yes.
@diego59291: Send proof.
@PinkBoi: pic
@diego59291: Lmaooooooo
@diego59291: Bet
@diego59291: 10pm tonight boys hangin
@diego59291: We need a faggot we can do whatever we want with
@PinkBoi: Ok
@diego59291: That you?
@PinkBoi: I can do that
@diego59291: I want to hear a Yes Sir
@PinkBoi: Yes Sir
@PinkBoi: Sorry Sir
@diego59291: Bet
@diego59291: Send more pics I wanna show the boys
Clay quickly took a photo of his face, and then another with his pants down around his ankles and holding the phone up looking down at him. He sent them with his heart racing.
@PinkBoi: sent
@diego59291: [SCREENSHOT] [SCREENSHOT]
@PinkBoi: Did you just screenshot??
@diego59291: You’re our faggot now
@PinkBoi: Yes Sir
@diego59291: 10 at the Marriott
@diego59291: don’t be late
@diego59291: oh wear panties and be smooth
@PinkBoi: Yes Sir
Clay’s phone trembled in his hand, palm sweaty and heart pounding out of his chest with nerves and anxious excitement. But the strongest sensation was his pathetic cock straining in his lil pink chastity cage, swollen and contracting, as if trying to fuck the air. Tonight couldn’t come soon enough.
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