I woke up early, the sunlight piercing through the curtains and chasing away any chance of more sleep. By 7 AM, I was already downstairs, grabbing a quick continental breakfast. My mind was buzzing, thinking about the night before. I shot the group a text at 10 AM right as I checking out: "I'm on my way."
Fifteen minutes later, Scott replied: "Be ready for the pool, and I want to know everything about your night," followed by a heart emoji, the infamous purple eggplant, and water droplets. I smirked at his message and shot back a quick "Of course." But a nagging thought lingered—Angel hadn’t replied.
When I pulled up and walked back into the house, the first thing I noticed was that the window hadn’t been closed. It was still ajar, just as it had been last night. I could not helo and replay Scotts muscular ass and the sweet sight of his pink hole while pounding away at Angel.
"I'm home, bitches!" I called out, trying to sound carefree. As far as they knew, I hadn’t been home last night, and that’s how I intended to keep it.
Scott’s voice echoed back, "On my way!" He called me into his room, and as I walked in, memories of last night flooded my mind. The chair was back in its place across from the bed, and the room had been tidied up—mostly. But the faint scent of last night’s activities still lingered in the air.
Scott stepped out of the shower, completely naked, in all his glory. “Well, good morning to you, sir,” he teased, noticing where my eyes had wandered. “Come on now, you've seen me in worse situations.” he said after with a broad smile on his chiseled face.
Scott was undeniably made for sex. He moved around the room with a confidence that was almost hypnotic, grabbing a black speedo that hugged his body just right. He threw on some white sheer shorts, black sandals, and a short button-up that he left open. “It’s the money shot,” he joked.
“Ready to beach ourselves at the pool?” he asked, tossing me a pair of white, paper-thin speedos.
“Yeah, I had a long night,” I said, feeling the weight of the past few hours. “I can’t wait to tell you about it.”
“Save it for the pool. I don’t want to miss anything,” Scott added as he sat on the bed. I noticed him watching me, so I decided to put on a little show. I peeled off my shirt, flexing slightly, and asked, “Do I have any bites from last night?”
Scott laughed but didn’t take his eyes off me. I slowly removed my shoes and pants, standing in front of him in just my jockstrap. “I should see if you have any bites on that ass,” he joked.
I laughed and turned around, giving him a full view. “None. You’re good—no signs of damage,” he said.
I pulled down my jockstrap, making sure to tease him with some details about last night’s adventures before slipping on the white speedo. I could tell Scott was trying to keep his cool, adjusting his package more than once, but I pretended not to notice. After all, he did get Angel back for us both. Teasing him like this was the least I could do.
“Hey, where’s Angel? Still sleeping?” I asked, trying to sound innocent.
“Uhm, he had a long night. Got super drunk and went to get us some drinks at the bar, but didn’t come back,” Scott replied, a bit awkwardly.
“Oh, Angel and the bar man,” I said devilishly, playing along.
“Let’s go,” I said, massaging myself over the thin fabric of the speedo, not paying attention to the sexual looks Scott was giving me. “I’m already thinking of the twink I want to bring home tonight.”
At the pool, we found some chairs and laid out, we chatted a little bit about Amir and could not help but get some resistance from Scott about me asking Amir out again, after we were just waiting for the twinks and DL men to start chatting us up. I noticed Angel walking out from the far side of the pool area, looking worse for wear. I waved him over, and he reluctantly came, wearing black boxer briefs and a black tank top.
“Hey, looks like I’m not the only one who had fun last night,” I said with a bit of an edge. Scott was busy, already chatting up some “dads” nearby, but I noticed Angel’s worried expression. My instincts kicked in. “You okay? Do you need to talk?”
Scott was getting sunscreen rubbed on by a muscle dad while the other slim dad guy continued to chat him up. Scott was on the hunt and wouldn’t pay any attention to us anymore, Best thing about Scott was that he was not picky at all, treat him right and you were getting dick from him.
“Yeah, let’s go up to the house,” Angel replied, and I noticed his walk was off, as if he was in pain. We walked inside and sat on the couch. “Okay, what’s going on?” I asked, noticing the worry etched on Angel’s face.
“I wanted to apologize for the other night. We were both drunk, but I was definitely at my worst,” Angel began.
I wanted to lash out, but I knew I needed to play it cool. “Angel, let’s make sure we don’t get out of hand again. I’d hate to lose our friendship because of something stupid,” I said. “Besides, I’d beat the shit out of you if you did.”
Angel smiled nervously before replying, “Never happening again, I promise.”
“Okay, so if that’s it, no worries. Let’s move on,” I said, playfully slapping his ass. “We got drunk and let things get out of hand.”
Angel yelped in pain, and I stayed quiet for a moment before asking, “You gonna tell me what you’ve got on?” My eyes pointed at his ass.
“I might as well show you,” Angel replied. He pulled down his boxer briefs, revealing a slim, bright yellow plastic chastity device. My mouth dropped open.
“Show me the back,” I demanded, and he showed me a plug stuffed in his ass.
“I had a late night with Scott,” Angel’s voice trailed off. “I ended up with the bartender,” he said, pointing to the chastity device. I decided to have some fun.
“Don’t worry, it’s fucked up, but I heard they slip right off with some cooking oil,” I said, walking into the kitchen.
“Really, man? That works?” Angel asked, sounding relieved.
“Take everything off. I don’t want anything getting in the way,” I instructed. Angel quickly undressed and followed me to the kitchen. Well dam he looked good, slim and fit with a nice muscular ass. I had him stand in front of me as I oiled him up, starting with his abs before moving down to the chastity device.
“Bend over, let me get that plug,” I ordered.
“Uhm, okay,” Angel replied, hastily bending over and spreading his legs to give me a better angle.
I got down on my knees and pulled the plug out of his ass. It was well-lubed and at least 7 inches thick. I stuck my finger into his ass unapologetically, earning a moan from Angel.
“Got you, fucker,” I thought to myself. “I’m going to add some lube to help prevent any injury,” I explained, and Angel agreed.
“Ready?” I asked, and he nodded, closing his eyes. This must have been humiliating for him, and I was about to make it worse. I stuck in one finger and then two, explaining that his hole was already a little open. I worked his asshole while switching fingers, making sure there were always two inside.
“Are you almost done back there?” Angel asked, his voice strained. I could feel the heat rising from him, and the tiniest dribble of precum leaked from the chastity device.
I stuffed the plug back in and out, “Let’s make sure it’s not dry—it could hurt more.” I could see Angel was getting hard. Despite his situation, he was still young, dumb, and full of cum
I plugged him several times, earning a few more moans, before finally leaving the plug in and playing with his caged cock and balls. I couldn’t touch the skin, but I knew manipulating the plastic just enough would bring him to the edge.
Angel leaned forward, spreading his big, delicious ass, plugged and caged. It was pure gold. I noticed the long string of pearls hanging from his cage and asked him to sit on the stool.
He protested but quickly gave in, and I heard the suction as his ass took the plug deep inside. “Mmm,” he moaned, struggling to contain himself.
Then, just to humiliate him further, I whispered, “Fuck it, Angel. Let’s take care of this first.” He was surprised, but I had him lean against the stool, bending over and spreading his legs. I started to pull and push the plug back into his ass, faster and with more force.
“Fuck it, Angel, let loose—I got you,” I said as I pulled his hair with one hand and fucked him with the plug. “AAAA SHIT, DUSTIN,” Angel moaned, his body covered in sweat, his breathing rapid, and his knees shaking as his caged cock exploded. The cum was escaping from every opening. The spot between his balls and ass was swollen and hard as his dick had no place to go but back into his body. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK,” he groaned as globs of cum splattered all over the floor.
“Well, fuck, Angel, you fucking loved that,” I said. “I don’t think I can help you take it off buddy; you were hard the whole time.” He blushed, embarrassed and humiliated. The look on his face spoke volumes.
“Okay, let me know how to find this guy, and I’ll take care of it.” Angel was visibly relieved. “He should be at the pool bar. He said he had an early shift. His name is Tommy, bald with a neck tattoo of spikes and flowers, and other tattoos on his arms—you can’t miss him.” he said quickly and with worry in his tone.
Angel was a slim guy, and as athletic as he was for his build, I decided to help him. I figured he had suffered enough and learned his lesson. “Okay, great. I’ll be right back.” As I made my way to the door, I felt Angel’s hand on my shoulder. “Be careful, he’s a little scary,” he said. I just looked back and smiled. “Got it” I replied. I mean I am no push over.
I made my way back to the lounge, and to my surprise, Scott was getting oiled up by the two dads who were chatting him up. “After college, I just let go. Being married can do that,” one dad said. The other added, “Yeah, that’s why these vacations really help us relieve our stress.” These two dads were slipping their hands on Scott’s chest and nipples, the other working his way up Scott’s leg, trying to reach his natural bulge. I mean, Scott was 5 inches even flaccid.
The pool bar was dimly lit and had a faint smell of chlorine mingling with beer. The music was too loud, making it hard to think. I scanned the room and soon spotted Tommy—a bald guy with a neck tattoo of spikes and flowers, and other tattoos on his arms. He looked just as Angel said he did—slightly brutish build and a resting bitch face. “Sorry, man, no conversations. I’m working,” he said before even looking at me. So I played it cool. “Well then, why don’t you buy me a drink?” Tommy looked over, and I swear I noticed him turn on his predator instincts. “Hell yeah,” he said.
“So, what brings you here, ‘boy?’” I felt the anger rising. “Looking for a real man?” he asked, flexing and shifting his body as he mixed drinks. I was thinking, “Not in your fucking dreams.” I smiled in that flirty way all jocks do and said, “I’m looking for something, and I know you can give it to me.” His pupils dilated, his mouth tightened, and he smirked slightly as he adjusted his bulge, not breaking eye contact.
Tommy’s eyes, dark and calculating, He slid over to the midsection of the bar, handed some drinks, and whispered something to his manager, I assumed. The twink manager looked over at me with sexual lust, then at him, the twink smiled, and shook Tommy’s hand as if congratulating him for some victory. “Meet me over in room 13. I’ll be right there to let you in” Tommy whispered to me as he leaned in to take my drink away. His voice was laced with a dangerous mix of seduction and dominance. I just smiled, got up, and made my way to room 13.
The room door was at the edge of the complex, well-covered by the very manicured bushes on the grounds.
“Glad you didn’t run away,” Tommy said as he walked up to me, his eyes hungrily looking me up and down. He seemed almost eager , his gaze lingering on my physique with an unsettling mix of challenge and anticipation. Like I said, I’m 190 pounds of muscle. I’m not Greek God-looking like Scott, but I’m not ugly at all. I noticed there was a slight imbalance in his step; it was very subtle, but I caught it. It had to be his right knee.
Tommy’s expression was one of twisted satisfaction as he approached, his demeanor suggesting he took a certain pleasure in making others feel vulnerable. “You see,” he said, his tone shifting to a more sinister edge, “everyone that comes looking for me is looking to try something different than what their used to, some guys don't know it until I push them to it he said ” His eyes were cold, and calculating as he kept looking at my white sheer speedo.
“Come right in,” he said. I walked in, and immediately, the smell of wild parties and ass filled the room. It smelled like a fucking messy dungeon. It was a studio, and at the back near the bed, I quickly noticed a large cage and, on the right side of the bed, a sex sling bolted to the ceiling with other round semi open rigs bolted to the walls. “Well, fuck,” I thought, what did I get into.
“Sorry, I’m way overdressed, ‘son.’ Let me freshen up, and I’ll be right out.” I heard the shower, and I started snooping around. He had an old DVD/TV player combo, and near the kink porn DVDs, I noticed a silver box with an engraved dick on it. “Bingo,” I thought to myself but no it was some white powder. After not finding the key in there, I moved on, finally finding a key under his mattress that matched the bright yellow chastity device holding my friend Angel hostage.
I heard some clatter in the bathroom, so I decided to sit at the edge of the bed. This asshole had several pictures of men—dads and twinks—all over the floor. Some were in the cage, others in the swing being fucked, and some were just photos of the faces of the guys he’d brought here.
I heard more noise. “You okay in there, Tommy?” I asked, pretending to care. “Boy, don’t rush me. I’ll be right out to show you how a real man fucks,” Tommy’s voice came through, laced with a cruel edge. The promise in his tone made it clear he derived pleasure from exerting control and humiliation. I ignored him and then noticed the Polaroids on the floor. It was Angel, his face prominently featured in the photo with cum dripping from his mouth, a look of concern in his eyes.
“Boys like you come here to expand their horizons, and I’mma make sure you leave here with just that,” Tommy’s voice echoed through the bathroom, dripping with sadistic glee. I thought I heard buttons snapping. I looked at the other photo—it was Angel in the cage, being pissed on. You could already see the yellow cage on him. The look on Angel’s face was that of someone super high on drugs, realizing he’s in danger. The last photo of Angel was him in the sling, being fisted with a gag on, as he cried.
The disturbing images only reinforced the danger of the situation. Tommy wasn’t just looking to dominate; he seemed to take a perverse pleasure in pushing his victims, making their submission not just a goal but a form of cruel enjoyment for him.
I took the photos and the key and placed them on the small shelf near the door, where one usually places their keys when coming in. Then, I returned to my seat at the edge of the bed and waited. I was angry but I was going to play it cool and put this asshole in his place.
After his 10-minute shower, Tommy came out. He was more muscular than I had thought, wearing a black spandex t-shirt that perfectly framed his chest and hid his belly well. Over it, he was wearing a harness that wrapped around his neck and chest, with black loops connecting the pieces. He had tied strips of leather mid-bicep, adding a touch of sadistic flair. To finish off his look, he wore some very tight black booty shorts that left nothing to the imagination—tiny balls and a small dick, well, at least flaccid.
“You ready to learn to learn your place ‘Boy’?” he said with a smirk as he walked toward me, his voice dripping with a sadistic pleasure that suggested he was looking forward to exerting control. I was taller than him by about four inches. I got up in all my glory, wearing only thin-as-fuck Speedos, and said, “In your fucking dreams, asshole. I came here to get my friend's key and leave, and make sure you—” He cut me off, his expression shifting to one of cold amusement.
“You think you’re in charge here?” Tommy’s voice was filled with an unsettling calm, like a predator savoring his prey. “I don’t think you understand what happens when you walk into my territory. You’ll be lucky if you leave with your dignity intact.” He continued to approach, his eyes gleaming with the cruel anticipation of the pleasure he took in dominating others.
I was furious “I was gonna say Angel sends his regards,” I began, my voice tense as I prepared to confront him. I was about to pummel him, but Tommy cut me off, a cold realization flashing across his face.
“Oh, that pussy boy from last night. What’s his name?” he asked, feigning nonchalance. I could feel my anger boiling over. “His name is Angel,” I spat out. Tommy’s smile widened, now laced with a disturbing satisfaction.
“Oh, that one was fun,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “I made him do shit he’s never gonna forget.” His eyes gleamed with a cruel delight as he continued, “He was in heaven and then in hell, caught between pleasure and pain.”
I kept a mocking smile on my face, trying to hide my rage. Tommy’s grin turned even darker as he added, “I sent him home with a cage because he’s coming back tonight so I can finish him off. I left a plug in him so I can double-fist his ass tonight, and nothing is gonna change that.” He grabbed a length of black rope and held it up, the sight of it adding a sinister edge to his words.
“No, he’s not,” I said firmly. “But don’t worry, I’mma make sure to let him know how sorry you are about last night.”
Tommy’s gaze was cold and calculating as he stared at me, seemingly reveling in the power he wielded over others.
“When Angel comes tonight, you’ll be in that cage, ready to go next,” Tommy taunted, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. Without warning, he lunged at me. Reacting quickly, I threw a right hand that connected with his chin, sending him staggering backward. To my surprise, Tommy had already looped one arm around the rope, using it to steady himself.
“Gotcha, fucker,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malicious satisfaction. As he pulled hard on the rope, I braced myself for a punch, but instead, he drove his knee into my stomach, forcing the air out of me. The pain was sharp and immediate. He yanked on the rope, dragging me back before striking me in the face. The sting was intense, and I realized he was stronger and faster than I had anticipated.
I tackled him into a small table, causing him to grunt in pain. As I swung my left arm, he yanked the rope again, pulling me into a waiting fist that connected with my stomach. He tightened the rope and wrapped it around a metal loop on of many I had seen when I walked in lining the wall. As I struggled to get back up, he landed another punch to my face. I lunged back slightly to avoid a full hit, but his intent to immobilize me was clear, and it sent a chill down my spine.
The sting of the rope as he slapped it around me was discomforting. “You’re fucked,” he yelled with glee as he secured the rope, his eyes alight with a twisted delight. With one hand bound, he advanced on me again. I met his approach with a well-placed kick to his face, sending him crashing to the floor. Enraged, he scrambled up, tearing off my Speedo in his anger.
“Nice,” he said with a deranged smile, pulling off his snap-on shorts to reveal an erect 7-inch cock. “Rough play doesn’t scare me,” he taunted as he approached me, ready to wrestle. Despite being limited by the rope, I managed to land a hit to his face, staggering him. I aimed a kick, but he grabbed my leg and slammed me to the floor.
He quickly got on top of me, and before I could react, he maneuvered himself behind me, his hands pinning me down. His weight was pressing hard against me, making it difficult to move. My cock was swinging and slapping as I struggled, eager and exposed. I could feel his hot, hard dick pressing against my back, the sensation adding to the humiliation and tension of the situation.
My left arm was stretched and tied while Tommy grabbed my right, pulling it across my chest and holding me tight. He reached out with his free hand and gave my cock a hard, jerking pull. “Oh, fucker, I’m going to turn you into a cheap whore before the night is over,” he roared with sadistic glee.
Desperation surged through me. I managed to lift myself into a sitting position, but Tommy wasn’t done. He grabbed a belt and wrapped it around my neck, pulling it tight. I struggled to bring my arm up to prevent him from fully closing it. “It’s almost over, bitch,” he taunted as I twisted my body, trying to give myself enough room to breathe.
“AAAAWWW!!!” I screamed as his finger dug painfully into my hole. The shock and pain made me jerk violently, but he responded by yanking the belt tighter, cutting off my air. The sadistic satisfaction in his voice was unmistakable. “Scream all you want. It’s only going to get worse from here,” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
We continued to roll on the ground, me doing my best to resist, but Tommy made sure my arm was stretched out, severely limiting my movement. I threw my arm back over my head, making contact and hearing a grunt and yelp as he became disoriented. He fell back, but as he did, he grabbed a ball gag and forced it into my mouth as he climbed up my back. I tried to keep him in place and even hit him in the face several times, but my strikes lacked the force I needed while my arm was twisted awkwardly.
In one smooth, brutal motion, Tommy flipped me onto my belly, securing one arm to a bolt stretched across my chest in front of me. My other arm was rendered almost useless. “Now, now, bitch, I’m putting you to sleep,” he said with a chilling calm as he tightened his grip on the belt around my neck.
His sadistic satisfaction was palpable as he relished in my helplessness, his strength and control over me evident in every movement. I could barely breathe, the pressure around my neck and the gag muffling my desperate cries.
I started seeing spots in my vision, my breaths becoming shallow and ragged as I desperately tried to scream through the gag. My fingers clawed at the space between his arm and my neck, but the pressure was unbearable.
“FUCK!” I mumbled into the gag as I felt a large object thrust violently into my hole. I tried to reach back, but any movement risked choking myself further. “AAAA!” I tried to scream again as the object was driven deeper. Tommy's cruel taunt echoed in my ears. “Don’t worry, baby, by the time I’m done, you’ll be begging me not to stop, just like that pussy Angel.”
Each thrust of the object was deliberate, each one making me gasp for breath as he loosened his grip just enough to allow me to inhale. The rest of the time, he kept the pressure relentless. He swung the belt around my neck, securing my arms to the bedpost, crossing them tightly across my chest. The struggle was futile; the belt and rope had me completely immobilized.
Tommy’s twisted pleasure was clear in every movement, his sadistic enjoyment amplified as he continued to torment me. I was trapped in a nightmarish cycle of pain and suffocation, with every thrust and tightening of the restraints ensuring my complete submission.
I felt four hard, consecutive thrusts, and I yelled, straining against my restraints, but it was no use. “You don’t need this anymore,” he sneered as he yanked the gag out of my mouth and slammed into me again, each thrust rougher than the last. “Relax, it’s seven inches,” he taunted, laughing as he drove in five more times, each one more brutal. “Not so tough now, huh? Look at this muscular asshole taking a dildo full force. I’m gonna make sure this tight hole is swollen and wide open before I’m done.”
I was straining and still fighting when he grabbed my balls, pulling them away from my body with each thrust. I grunted and writhed in pain. “Just a slut for me to use,” he sneered, working me over relentlessly. I kept fighting, but the reality of my situation was sinking in.
He sat on my back, pulling out metal cuffs and restraints along with a small plastic toy shaped like a man’s ass. “No rush; I’m working this ass until you obey and put these cuffs on yourself,” he said, his voice cold. “Fuck you!” I yelled, but he just ignored me. He lifted my pelvis and slipped the plastic toy underneath, causing my cock to slip right into it. I jerked up involuntarily. “Yeah, bitch, you get the picture. You’re mine to use.” He secured a spreader bar on my legs, forcing them apart, and began to mercilessly work the dildo into me. Each thrust pushed my hard cock deeper into the toy.
Sweat dripped down my face as I struggled to make sense of what was happening. How the hell was I still hard? Fear and confusion gripped me, but I kept fighting the restraints. “I love it when they fight; you’ll break just like your buddy,” he sneered, laughing as he thrust the toy into me with hard, rhythmic motions. The plastic balls slapped against mine with each push, the sound of them colliding echoing in my ears. Every time he pulled the toy out and shoved it back in, my thick 8-inch cock was forced deeper into the lube-filled sex toy.
All the time I spent fighting the restraints finally paid off. I heard the snap of the belt and instinctively rolled towards the rope holding my other arm. Tommy scrambled to keep the bar that spread my legs wide, but he hadn’t secured it properly. My leg came free, and I shoved him off me with all my strength sending him crashing away from me. That’s when I realized it was just Velcro holding the damn thing to my leg. I struggled with it, managing to tear it off just as he lunged at me again. He met my foot square in the face, knocking him flat on his back. I was free. I quickly got up and untied the rope, I was free.
I was breathing heavily, my entire body throbbing from the adrenaline and exertion. Tommy was just as drenched in sweat, his defiant arrogance firmly in place.
“Looks like you liked it, ‘boy,’” Tommy taunted, his voice strained but still laced with venom. I knew my own body betrayed my true feelings; there was undeniable arousal despite my anger, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. I wasn’t here for pleasure; I was here for justice.
When he jumped at me, trying to wrestle me again, I caught him mid-air. With a surge of power I didn’t know I had, I slammed him back-first onto the metal cage. The impact was jarring, and I could see the shock and pain flit across his face.
The studio, once a scene of his twisted games, became a battleground. We dismantled everything in our path, my anger fueling a brutality that left me stunned. I didn’t just fight; I obliterated, leaving no part of the room untouched by the storm of our conflict.
I struck hard and fast at his knee and Tommy's defiance melted away as he fell to reveal utter fear, his voice a desperate plea. “No, please stop!” he cried, his arms raised in surrender. His previous bravado was gone, replaced by a pitiable figure cowering under the weight of my vengeance.
The act of slapping him, though satisfying in some dark corner of my mind, was also a stark reminder of his complete and utter defeat. The sight of him—bruised, and battered, —was both exhilarating and unsettling.
I lifted him by squeezing balls tightly, his squeals of pain piercing through the haze of my rage. His was pitiful, and in that moment, I relished the power I wielded.
I leaned in close, my voice a cold whisper. “If I run into you anywhere in this place, it’s on, no questions asked. Are we clear?” His frantic nod and desperate cries for leniency were all I needed to hear.
I released him and watched him collapse, I felt a mixture of satisfaction and unease. I had won, but the victory was marred by the complexity of what it meant. Tommy’s defeat was not just about asserting dominance but also about confronting the shadows within myself.
I glanced around and spotted a pair of studded leather bikini-style underwear. I slipped them on, the harsh studs pressing against my skin. With Angel's photos and the key in hand, I walked out, leaving Tommy on his knees, a broken shadow of his former self.
As I made my way back to the pool area, I must have looked like a battle-worn warrior or something out of a grim sexual fantasy. I caught a mix of concerned and intrigued stares from passersby. The nearby bathroom offered a brief respite. I stepped inside to survey the damage.
My skin was mottled with red blotches, and my wrists and ankles were raw, but otherwise, I was in one piece. I splashed water on my face and used hand towels to clean up as best I could.
Emerging from the bathroom, I noticed the curious glances of strangers who took in my appearance. The water had made the leather cling to my body, accentuating my 4-inch flaccid cock and making my balls look enormous. I ignored their stares and made my way back to the Airbnb.
Entering the living room, Angel's face turned ashen with shock. “Fuck! Did he hurt you?” he asked, his voice trembling. I tossed him the photos and the key. “Nah, but I just beat the shit out of him,” I replied, my voice flat.
I didn’t want to hear any more apologies or regrets. “Angel, shut the fuck up,” I said, cutting him off. The regret and guilt were evident on his face, but I didn’t care. “I said I would take care of it, and I did. Now get that shit off.”
Angel complied, removing the chastity device, his cock and balls finally free. Seeing him start to recover was a relief. “Come on, we need to shower before Scott gets back. I don’t want him to know.”
We shared a shower, our laughter echoing off the tiles as we recounted how this trip had turned into a complete shit show. Despite the chaos, there was a newfound closeness between us. We appreciated each other more, and our friendship had deepened in ways we hadn’t expected.
After we put on fresh clothes—me in a black compression shirt and pants to cover my irritated skin, topped with some loose shorts—we felt a renewed sense of normalcy. Tomorrow was our last night, and we were determined to spend it indoors, safe and sound.
When Scott came home, he had news. “You guys hear? That guy from the bar—Tommy—got beat up real bad. Word is, he’s into rough sex, like, really rough, and he bit off more than he could chew.”
We all burst into laughter, the tension of the past few days lifting. We settled in for a movie, the familiar comfort of the living room a welcome end to the night.
I was exhausted, but there was an odd sense of invigoration mixed with the fatigue.
