Part 2: Friends or "Friends"?
This whole thing of me being caged in a male chastity device in front of my two friends could have been laughed off. Sure, they'd humiliated me by stripping me naked and making me display my cock cage to them. But still, even after all that and the "pussy-whipped" comment, we could have laughed about this and moved on.
There was no need for our friendship to be destroyed. But Vince and Kent had another plan and it was one that would completely destroy the friendship.
Though I think Vince was the instigator of the plan they'd hatched, Kent was the one to deliver the message. When he stood in front of me, I felt the power differential even more forcefully. He was dressed; I was naked. He was in his cabin; I was a guest. He was part of a two-person team; I was alone.
"So, here's the deal, Brian," he began. And just then I saw a flash. Instinctively, I turned toward its source. Vince was taking pictures of me.
"Stop it!" I yelled, furious. But, turned toward him as I was now, I gave him an even better view and he was taking advantage of it, shooting photos in burst mode.
"Stop it!" I yelled again, to no effect.
Kent turned me toward him. "Ignore him, Brian. I have something important to tell you."
I wasn't able to ignore what Vince was doing but I turned toward Kent and listened.
"We've got a plan. You're not going to like it. But you're going to go along with it. Unless, of course, you want this story, and these pictures, to get out to everyone we know."
I didn't really have a choice. I'd be the laughingstock of our circle of friends. It would never be forgotten. Years from now, I'd have to wonder whether some new person I was being introduced to had just been filled in on my history by someone who knew it. My life would be ruined.
So, the advantage Vince and Kent had over me was just multiplied tenfold.
"Vince and I had been talking about ending whoring activities. I've been living on borrowed time with Ann, I think. Nicole hasn't told her anything, but I could wind up in the same situation you did. And Vince is actually starting to date a chick he's interested in. So, maybe it's time to end that part of Guys' Retreat."
Vince chimed in, "And you wouldn't be part of those activities anyway, not with your little steel trap on." And he kind of snorted.
"So," Kent continued, "we're not going in to town to try to pick up chicks or hire hookers."
"I think that's a good idea," I said, not understanding yet why I wasn't going to like this plan. It sounded fine to me. Then the hammer dropped.
"But we're horny and we're not willing to settle for just whacking off. We can do that alone at home."
"No," I said, shaking my head. "No! I'm not going to jack you guys off."
"Oh, Brian ... a hand job wasn't what we had in mind."
"
NO!
Absolutely not!"
"I told you you wouldn't like it. But I also told you you're going to go along with it. And you are. If you find it hard—difficult, I mean—just visualize what your life will be like if we tell everyone and show them these pictures."
That drew only silence from me. I had no response.
"So, you're going to take care of our needs." I watched Kent issue these words. He seemed so cold, like no one I'd ever known.
"Starting now." I was momentarily frozen. "I said,
starting now
!" Kent barked.
And, with that, he pressed down on my shoulders. I was forced to my knees, more by the force of his voice and acceptance of my powerlessness in this situation than from the physical force he was applying.
I was on my knees, before him. Kent had never zipped up after he was stroking himself to the porno flick, so all he needed to do was pull his pants apart to expose his slightly hard cock. As he lifted his cock and pulled my head toward it, the flash went off over and over again.
My face was burning and my pulse pounding as Kent's cock, now nearly at full staff, brushed my lips.
"Open your mouth, Brian. ... Open your mouth or Vince will hold you and I'll force it in."
I let Kent's cock invade my mouth. At first he was just fucking my face. I wasn't doing anything. But then he ordered me to suck him. What was I going to do at this point? I began sucking his hard cock.
He started barking out orders to me: "Now kiss my balls ... lick my balls ... run your tongue up and down the underside of my cock ... just use your mouth now ... now cup my balls in your hand and stroke my cock with the other." I followed them all, to the best of my ability.
Then it got harder. I mean the tasks, not his cock. But that got harder, too.
"Swallow it, bitch!" Kent ordered. (So now it was not 'Brian' anymore; it was 'bitch'.) "Take it all the way down."
Kent forced his rigid rod to the back of my throat and then down. I choked; I gagged; my eyes watered. He didn't relent. He was holding my head tightly against his abdomen.
He kept me in that position, unable to breath, for what felt like a long time. When he finally released my head and I pulled away from his cock, strings of sticky saliva drooped from my lips to his shiny cock. I gasped for breath and stared at Kent's cock. It bounced with excitement and oozed pre-cum.
