The Chastity Beach Boi

He walked up to the hotel and messaged: Here.

@diego59291: 2407

@diego59291: When you get to the door kneel and strip to your panties before knocking

@PinkPussyBoi: What if someone sees???

@diego59291: That's a fag problem idc

@diego59291: If you don't knock within 30 seconds I'm posting those screenshots

Clay gulped and looked down to examine the clothes he had on. He guessed it would be quick enough. He got off the elevator and followed the tunnels of hallways to the end of the hall. He got to the door and took a deep breath, triple confirming the right door number from the snap. He took off his shoes and socks first, setting them aside. His shirt was next, before he hesitated pulling down his shorts. He did, and knelt. Before his knees hit the carpet he knocked, nervously looking to his left and right to see if anyone caught him. He heard rumblings inside, "he's here, he's here" and "bro I can't believe it." Clay knelt.

And knelt.

And knelt.

For what felt like an eternity...they were fucking with him.

Finally, Diego open the door without acknowledgement, and stood to the side allowing for Clay to crawl in. The room was decently sized with two king beds, a lounge seat, and desk. Closest to the front was the bathroom and opposite, an open conjoined door into a mirrored room.

The twins lounged on one bed, with the tall shy guy on the other. The twins hung out shirtless except for flannel pajama bottoms, and the lanky one sat in a tank top and sweatpants. The three of them were on their phones, going back-and-forth between gawking at Clay, and pretending to not give much notice. Diego gave Clay's ass a nudge with his knee, encouraging him to crawl forward into the room.

Eventually, Clay made his way to the middle of the room at the foot between both beds. He did not dare to raise his head and make eye contact with the three boys seated, partially out of respect, largely out of humiliation. "So what are we supposed to do with it?" One of the twins asked. In that same time, the other had already hopped off the bed and had his phone camera shoved in Clay's face taking photos. "Whatever we want," the twin with camera replied while pushing Clay's shoulder back, making him rest at attention with his butt on his knees, and fully exposed panties and cage.

"Hands behind your head," Diego said, walking from the doorway slowly. Clay obeyed, slower than anticipated, the humiliation reaching its high point as his smooth body, lingerie, and throbbing cage were all that stood between him and these four beautiful men.

"Yo that is so fucked" the twin on the bed said, pointing to his cage. "You really wear that? How long has it been since you've cum?" Clay was hesitant and it wasn't until Diego gave him the nod to answer that he responded, "Today is 31 days, Sir."

"31?! Holy shit, you've gotta be kidding me!!" He wasn't alone in the reaction, as the others laughed and chuckled both in awe and judgment. "Do you know how many times I've come in the last month? I came like two hours ago."

"Why don't you like to come?" the lanky boy asked.

Clay responded, "Because chastity focuses me on what really matters. I get pleasure for giving other men pleasure"

Diego noted "That's how you know the sign of a true fag. No matter how badly they wanna cum, they know they're not real man, and they are better used saving that energy to serve their superiors." The three boys laughed, humiliating clay. He could tell they began loosening up as the one standing closest to him, said: "I'm Master Miguel to you now, right fag?"

"Yes, Master Miguel."

The other twin on the bed started to get antsy moving closer to Clay, and piped up: "And I'm Master Mateo, loser."

"Yes, Master Mateo, thank you Master Mateo."

"And that's Master Luis," Miguel said, noting to the tall quiet boy on the bed. He might be shy now, but I've seen his cock once and he'll have a gagging on it in no time.

"Yes, Master Luis."

Mateo continued to shift on the bed, grabbing out his crotch, getting aroused. "So do we just like, do whatever we want we just start?"

"Fuck, yeah that's right!" Miguel said, taking a step closer to Clay and giving him a soft but firm smack on the cheek as Clay lightly recoiled. Miguel chuckled, satisfied with the display of power and gave him another slap, harder this time. Then a third, and a fourth - finally as Clay recoiled with his cheek red, Miguel grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into his groin, smothering clay with the intoxicating smell of his pajamas and musk from a day at the ocean. He got rougher, pulling at Clay's hair and wrestling his head back-and-forth, thrusting his hips into his face. Mateo's cock began to firm and beat against his red cheek, threatening to give him a blackeye. Diego, still standing at the far side of the room weaning against the wall, arms folded like he was watching cavemen discover fire, spoke up: "Why doesn't fag show us what she can really do, on Luis?"

Miguel tossed Clay's head back and gave him another slap, "Yeah good idea, faggot. Prove to me that you're worthy of mine and my brother's cock with the quiet one."

"Yes, Sir." Clay responded and crawled to the foot of the bed of Master Louis. There was a curiosity in Luis's eyes as he stared down at Clay. Clay could see his hardening cock outlined in the sweatpants. knew what he had to do. Luis scooted forward on the bed and laid-back. He put his hands behind his head. Clay crawled onto the bed on all fours, hunching over Luis's midsection. Hesitantly and nimbly worked his way to Luis's groin and then further up to his tank top. He paused at his midsection, grabbing the bottom edge of the tank top with his teeth and pulling it upward, revealing Lewis's belly button play. Sweetly he went down, kissing it, massaging the lower areas of his stomach with his tongue, going slower down to his waistband he kissed once at his belly button, kissed twice on the way down and a third time at the rim of his pants before sliding it down, but not all the way. Luis took off his tank top, revealing a beautifully tan, defined, and hairless chest.

Luis' boxer shorts bulged as his sweatpants lowered. Any question of if he was enjoying himself was instantly answered as his cock - complimenting his tall height at 7.5 inches, standard girth, and cut, poked through the slit in his boxers immediately.

"That faggot's got you goingggg!" Miguel teased from across the room.

"Shut the fuck up, man." Luis retorted, finally breaking the silence he'd maintained since Clay crawled in.

Clay, enjoying a moment of success in satisfying Luis to this point, grabbed his cock and slowly jerked it in his hand. He looked up at Master Luis, and for a moment, locked eyes. He didn't move his gaze as he moved his face closer to the tip of his cock, before finally landing on the beautiful pink tip that shined with a glint of precum. Clay opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to help bring Master Luis's cock into his mouth. As his tip filled him, a gasp escaped Luis that was as muted as it was thunderous. Luis threw his head back, and moaned as his cock slid easily down Clay's throat. When Clay's nose hit the opening of the boxer shorts - his top lip brushing pubes and his bottom lip caressing his balls - Luis gasped again in ecstasy.

"Hold it there," Master Matteo ordered as he stumbled to get his phone camera open to snap pictures. "Holy shit!"

Clay, no stranger to deepthroating, gleefully held Master Luis's cock in his throat with ease. His length was satisfying to feel, and the rousing of Masters Miguel and Matteo only made Clay more excited to show off for them. Without moving, he could feel a shift in Luis's breath. His chest began to rise and fall quickly, and then, without warning, he thrust hard into Clay's face, burying his cock as deep as it could possibly go. Clay gagged a bit, but was able to contain himself - that was, until, Master Luis's cock began pulsing in his mouth.

Master Luis let out a huge grunt, hips still raised in thrust. Clay could hardly feel the first shot of cum pulse out of Luis's cock as it was so far down his throat. It wasn't until he couldn't breathe due to his blocked airway that he resentfully pulled off. Luis's cock flew out of Clay's mouth and stood vertical, with a beautiful arch. It bounced up and down as huge ropes of cum shot out. The cum covered Luis's bare chest as he gripped the bedsheets.

Clay was overwhelmed with all that had transpired in the past 3 minutes since approaching Master Luis - such a short amount of time for him to not only cum, but for Clay to miss it. Master Matteo peered away from his phone camera screen, looking at Clay in disappointment: "What the fuck, man? He didn't even swallow it. Blue balls."

Before Clay could react, he felt a SMACK. Master Miguel, who had been on the sidelines watching, first hit Clay behind the head, and then when he recoiled, SLAP across the face: "You fucking make him cum and don't have the decency to keep it in your mouth? What kind of faggot are you??!!"

"I'm sorry, Master Matteo. I'm sorry, Master Luis." Clay said remorsefully, with his head bowed.

"Easy, boys. The night is young." Master Diego calmly instructed as he took a few steps towards Clay. "You're gonna be a good girl for us, right faggot?"

Clay looked up and stared into Diego's beautiful eyes. Diego looked down at Clay almost with pity; like an owner expressing disappointment in their dog that they love dearly. Clay gulped and took a breath, before responding: "Yes, Sir. Yes, please, Sir."

"Good girl." Diego replied in the same breath as he reached out his muscled forearm to grab the back of Clay's hair. With light aggression, he forcefully guided Clay's head up Luis's torso, staring down at the cum-soaked chest. "Clean it up," he commanded. Without hesitation, Clay stuck out his tongue and got to work slurping up every ounce of cum on Master Luis. It was a clear consistency and tasted a bit salty, but disappeared with ease in his mouth. He licked, sucked, slurped, and licked again to ensure every drop was gone. When finished, Luis sat up in the bed, leaving Clay on the bed on all fours with Diego's hand still on him. "Thank you, Sirs," Clay said to the room.

Diego released his grip and gave Clay a few solid slaps on his bare ass. "Good faggot," he commended. "Who's next?"