By Pisslurper

“Put this on.” It was a command, although I would have wanted to even if given a choice.  Pete handed me a metal chastity device, with a small master lock and no key.  My boyfriend, Mike, just smiled, and I pulled down my speedos and locked the chastity cage on my cock.

The cage was made by the German company Steelworxx.  The base was a two-piece steel cock ring, with a steel rod that locked into a closed steel tube that completely encased my cock shaft.  Two smaller alignment pins on the shaft piece fit into holes in the cock ring.  There was a small piss hole at the end of the steel shaft.  The device fit snugly around my cock and balls, and once it was locked on, it wasn’t coming off.

I pulled up my speedos, and the bulge of the chastity device certainly looked prominent to me.  The July night was hot, and I was just wearing a pair of navy blue speedos.  Pete was wearing a pair of board shorts, and Mike a pair of cargo shorts.  Both Pete and Mike have great bodies, Pete a little more built with a hairy chest, Mike a bit skinnier, smooth with a prodigious cock.  Pete shared a common interest in kink with Mike and me, and although we often shared stories and porn with each other, the three of us had never played together.  Mike and I shifted our roles a bit, although he was more dominant than me.  Pete was a confident and assertive top.  Not really aggressive, but he exuded a definite commanding presence. The three of us were spending the night on my sailboat, preparing for a 10-day sailing voyage from our home port in Connecticut over to Provincetown and back.  The plan was to get an early start at daybreak and make it to P-Town in three days.

The evening was already late, and the three of us were pretty bushed from provisioning the boat, stowing our sailing gear, filling the water tanks, and doing the myriad of small chores that need to get done before a sailing trip.  Pete brushed his teeth and retired to the aft cabin.  Mike and I collapsed into the forward cabin with the v-berth.  No fooling around tonight, although my cock was stiffening inside the confines of the cock cage.  I loved the feeling of the metal against my dick, and reveled in the thrill of having someone else in control of my cock.  I slept pretty well that night, with the gentle motion of the boat rocking on its mooring.  My cock only woke me up once during the night with an attempted erection.

My cell phone alarm woke me up a half hour before sunrise.  Mike just groaned and rolled over, and I crawled out of the berth to make my way topsides to piss off the stern.  None of my mooring neighbors was awake, so I didn’t worry about anyone seeing me taking a leak into the harbor — nor could anyone have seen my locked up cock in the dark.  I put on the kettle to make coffee, and Pete emerged out of the aft cabin, naked with tousled hair and a rigid morning hard on.  I was still wearing my speedos over my cock cage, and he put a firm hand on my shoulder and pushed me down on my knees in front of his cock.  I was a little hesitant. Mike and I hadn’t really talked about this, and I wasn’t sure what our arrangement was.  Pete apparently didn’t care and was shoving his cock into my mouth.  Next thing I knew, Mike is stroking his thickening cock beside Pete.  Both of them take turns fucking my mouth, and before long they are shooting their loads all over my face and chest.  Of course, my cock is straining against the cage in my speedo, but there is obviously no relief in store for me.

We all have a cup of coffee after I wiped all of the jizz off.  I go to pull on my cargo shorts over my speedo, and Mike stops me saying that while I’m on the boat I’m to wear either the speedo or nothing.  No shorts, no shirt.  It’s got to be either naked or just the speedo.  So I’m feeling a bit foolish in just my speedo as I go up on deck and start getting reading to cast off.  Our closest mooring neighbor is a hot young straight engineer who spends the weekends on his boat.  He was already awake and enjoying his morning coffee and the sunrise on the foredeck of his boat as I’m taking off the sail cover and readying the boat to get going.  He waves, but he can’t see me flush with embarrassment for parading around wearing just a speedo.  Luckily he’s too far away to see the bulge of the cock cage.  I’m still super horny and excited about having blown both Pete and Mike ten minutes earlier.

Turns out that we have an epic day of sailing.  The sun is hot, the breeze warm, and the swells off the port bow.  I’m in my speedo, Mike and Pete are both wearing board shorts.  I still feel a bit self-conscious when we pass near other boats, but no one seems to pay much attention.  I man the helm for a while, then Pete takes over and Mike and I go forward to lie in the sun.  The boat is heeling moderately, stable on a beam reach and gently pitching with the swells.  Twice we stop to jump in the water to cool off, and we reach our next harbor by about 5:00 in the afternoon.

Again, I’m a bit embarrassed to be motoring into the harbor and catching a mooring ball wearing only a speedo, but both Mike and Pete seem to be enjoying the experience.  But more than embarrassed, I’m super horny after being locked up almost 24 hours, and I’m hoping that Pete and Mike will be willing use me again.  When I go back down in the cabin, Pete is napping in the aft cabin and Mike is lying naked with a hard on in the front cabin.  I start sucking his cock, and before I know it he has flipped me on my back and is fucking my hole like there’s no tomorrow.   He lets out a groan as he dumps his load up my ass, and Pete has appeared for his turn.  Mike rolls over, sweaty and exhausted as Pete takes his turn drilling my ass.  Afterward, we all loll around for a bit, sweaty and slick with sex, with my asshole throbbing and sated.

They let me pull on a pair of shorts when we head to the marina showers to clean up before dinner.   I’m excited to shower in the public bathrooms at the marina.  The shower stalls have curtains, so there’s not much of a chance that anyone will see my locked cock, but it is still a thrill to be exposed in a public place.  When I’m in the shower, Pete takes my towel and moves it across the bathroom, so I have to walk naked across the room to dry off, but no one catches me.

I sleep great that night — combination of lots of sun, sailing, sex and being frustrated had tired me out.  The next day is another great sailing day.  I’m in my speedo all day, and again we pull into the mooring field at our next harbor in the evening.  We hit the bar (since I’m off the boat, Pete and Mike allow me to wear a pair of shorts over my speedo and a t-shirt.)  Soon we are chatting up another gay couple who are also on a sailboat.  The five us agree to kick back on our boat after we leave the bar.

I’m wondering what Mike and Pete are gonna do about the ‘speedo or naked’ boat rule. I’m hoping that we can just relax; I don’t want our new friends to think that I am a total freak.  Unfortunately, Mike tells me shorts off when we get back to the boat.  I’m totally embarrassed and think about arguing, but Pete and our guests have already stripped off their shirts (it’s been an abnormally hot week and is still quite warm after sunset).  So I reluctantly take off my shorts, and in an effort to make it all seem a bit more natural, I jump off the boat into the water for a quick dip.  I towel off after climbing back on board, but I think, “what the fuck,” and drop the towel.  I’m starting to get bolder, and slightly turned on.  Our new friends seem pretty cool and relaxed.  Sure enough, one of them glances at my crotch, and after a momentary puzzled look asks what’s on my cock.  Mike smiles at my discomfort and tells them about my chastity device.  They’re both intrigued — one says he has heard of guys into chastity, and before I know it Mike orders me to peel off my speedo.  So I’m standing naked in front of two almost strangers letting them inspect and fondle my steel clad penis.  I’m humiliated and turned on at the same time, and they can see my cock throb and attempt to stiffen inside the cage.

In a fantasy world, this would have turned into a five-way orgy, and I would have been drenched with cum and plugged from every different angle.  However, in the real world, our new friends weren’t really the orgy types, so we just kicked back and had a few beers, although I was massively turned on by the humiliation and excitement.  After our friends left, Mike and Pete decided they each need to get off before going to sleep, and once again they both jerk off all over my face and chest.

So, that is pretty much how the week went, awesome sailing, meeting new people, and lots of sex for Mike and Pete, and increasing frustration for me.  Still, I loved being a bottom for these two, and I was happy.

On the last day of the trip, we got home in the late afternoon, all exhausted and tanned and happy.  Pete came over to our apartment before heading home.  Once we were inside, he announced that it was time for the unlocking.  He and Mike had me lie on my back on the bed and lift my legs up over my head so that I was looking at my locked cock.  Pete started working my ass with a dildo, and gave me the keys to unlock my cock.  My cock sprang free and got hard as a rock, while Pete slowly fucked me with the dildo and Mike started to feed me his cock.  I was jerking my cock and in no time at all was about to cum.  Mike took his cock out of my mouth and ordered me to shoot into my mouth.  I opened wide, and ropes of tasty cum flowed into my mouth.  It was the perfect end to a week in chastity.