My friend Metalbond invited me out to Fire Island, where he has a house share. I was going to leave work early on Monday afternoon, spend the night with Metal on Fire Island, and leave mid morning on Tuesday to head back for an afternoon meeting at work. Monday morning, I threw a swimsuit, pair of shorts, sandals and two t-shirts in a bag.
I had been considering putting on a chastity device — one with spikes — for the trip. I love being in chastity, and I particularly like the sensations of the spikes on my cock combined with the frustration of not being able to access my cock. I decided to go for it, and I locked on The Punisher and left the keys in my apartment.
Work was dead slow, so I left even earlier than planned to take the 1:30 ferry to Fire Island. I changed into my shorts and t-shirt before I left work, and drove out to the ferry terminal in Long Island. I love how The Punisher felt under my shorts, and it made a pretty obvious (to me anyway) bulge, especially when I was sitting down. But there was no time for modesty, or reconsidering, as I had a ferry to catch and the keys were back in the city.
Being Monday, there ferry wasn’t crowded at all, but most of the guys were hot. I fantasized about their cocks swinging free under their shorts, or their cocks encased in jock straps under their shorts, and wondered how many of these guys had ever been in chastity, or even knew about chastity. Metal met me at the dock in Fire Island Pines, and we walked the short distance to his house. One of his house mates — a hot Italian guy — was in the pool, and I got a secret thrill from meeting him knowing that my cock was locked in a spiked cock cage.
I changed into my swimming trunks, and the three of us went for a walk on the beach, where we met another of Metal’s housemates, another hot guy. Once Metal and I were alone, I told him that I was wearing the spiked Punisher cock cage, and he got a big smile on his face. Metal and I are platonic friends, we don’t fool around sexually, but we both share an interest in bondage and chastity.
So we had a nice walk on the beach and came back for a swim in the pool (all with my swim trunks on, so no cock cage visible.) Both of Metal’s housemates left to take the ferry home after dinner, and Metal and I had a relaxing evening catching up, enjoying swimming and hanging in the hot tub, all with our swim suits on.
That night, after showering in the outdoor shower, I slept naked with the cock cage. As normal, the pain of getting hard in the middle of the night woke me up several times, but I got a pretty good sleep and woke up the next morning around 6:30. Metal was still asleep in the back bedroom, so I turned the coffee pot on and slipped naked into the pool for an early morning swim. I was particularly (and happily) frustrated because I imagined that Metal had gone out the night before to have his cock sucked or perhaps he had beat off looking at internet porn — all while my own cock was being continually tortured with no release.
After a short dip, I dried off, threw on my shorts (with no underwear) and headed off for a walk on the beach. Not many people were out that early in the morning, but at the end of the walkway to the ocean there were four young construction workers checking out the beach before they started work. All of them were hot, wearing Levi’s and blue t-shirts with their company logo on the back. Again, I imagined their big cocks unrestrained and begging to be sucked as I walked by.
The morning was foggy, but the fog layer was only about 150 feet thick, so the sun was shining through it. The visibility on the beach however was only about a hundred yards or so. I passed one man walking a dog, but otherwise the beach was deserted. At the start of the part of the clothing optional beach between the Pines and Cherry Grove, I decided to take off my shorts and walk naked. My heart raced at the potential embarrassment of someone seeing me naked and sporting a spiked cock cage. Slipping off my shorts, I decided that I had to walk naked for at least two minutes. The morning air and the fog felt great on my skin, and I got a particular thrill out of the feeling of my caged cock being out in the open air. As it turned out I walked the entire distance between the Pines and Cherry Grove with my cock cage out for anyone to see. The more I walked, the bolder I felt, and I was actually hoping that someone would pass by. No luck, and I put my shorts back on as I got to Cherry Grove.
I had heard so much about the Meat Rack, so I was interested in wandering through this infamous location on my way back to the house. Of course, I didn’t expect to see anyone or any activity at 7:00 AM on a Tuesday morning, but I had to check it out. The scenery was beautiful and other worldly with the fog and the low trees and marshes. Like I said, I didn’t expect to see anyone, and wasn’t sure what I would do if I did.
Sure enough, I was wandering through a wooded area when around the bend appears this guy, sort of leather daddy looking, maybe 50-ish, wearing only board shorts and solidly built with gray face scruff and a furry chest and abs. He saw me before I saw him, and he was massaging his cock through his thin board shorts. I was a little taken aback since I wasn’t really expecting to find anyone. I eyed him working his cock to a semi-hard state in his shorts, and as we got close he reached for my crotch. Inwardly I cringed, because I had no idea what his reaction would be.
He felt my cock cage, and after a second of surprise, he said, “Take off those shorts!” With my heart pounding, I stepped out of my shorts and stood naked in front of this guy. “I wasn’t gonna use that thing anyway” was all he said as he pushed me down to my knees and whipped out his cock to shove into my mouth. His cock was fantastic, nice and meaty and uncut with a great musky taste. In two seconds he had grabbed a fistful of my hair and was fucking my throat. My cock was straining against the spikes, with an erotically painful result. As I reached up to pinch his nipples, he calmly ordered, “Don’t touch me. Keep your hands behind your back.” Soon he was moaning, and he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and with one hand still grabbing my hair, he pumped his cock for a few seconds until he spewed a nice thick stream of cum across my chest. He yanked up his shorts and was off down the path without saying a word.
I did my best to play with my cock inside the Punisher, but of course there was nothing but pleasurable pain as it strained against the spikes, and wonderful frustration. I rubbed his cum into my chest hair, put my shorts back on, and headed back to Metal’s house, completely amazed at my good fortune.
I showered in the outdoor shower at the house, and Metal walked me to the ferry. I still had the cock cage on (of course) when I went to work, and now, as I write this at home I’m still reluctant to unlock myself and jack off to the memory of my Meat Rack encounter.
Metal would like to thank his friend for sharing this true story.