sal ganuth

This is part 12 of Blue Skies. You can read from the beginning here

The next morning, Baz and me are late to reception. We walk in, and Jack looks at us. Well, looks at me, or rather, looks at my cock cage. He’s staring at my cock cage. Dan has the key, but he’s not supposed to let me out until Sunday afternoon, that was the agreement. And it’s only 8am on Saturday morning. Baz and me stand there, waiting, waiting for Jack to say something.

But, what does Jack say when he sees me with my junk locked in a metal cock cage?
A) Jack erupts, “Get that fucking thing off now, or leave the site. I mean it.”
B) Jack says, “You can wear that whatever-that-is in your free time, but it needs to be off while you’re working.”
C) Jack just laughs, and asks, “Woah, Liam, is that on for the whole summer?”

Jack just laughs, then asks, “Woah, Liam, is that on for the whole summer?”
“I, err, no… it’s just til tomorrow afternoon when Frank leaves.”
“Frank , eh? I might have known. So Frank’s got the key to your… erm…?” Jack finishes the sentence by waving his hand at my junk.
“Well, no. Dan’s got the key.”
“Dan’s the key holder, eh? Confusing. I mean what happens if Dan leaves before Frank? Cos then you won’t be able to take that cage off, will you?”
Baz laughs, “Fuck, Boy, that’d be weird eh? Locked up and no key to release you.”
“Please,” I beg, “This isn’t helping.”

Baz and Jack are laughing when the door pings open and a naked dad with his equally naked son walk in, the lad, looking the same sort of age as Baz and me, is stood there, his eyes making contact with my cock cage.
“Dad, what’s that?”
Before the dad can reply, Jack replies, “You better ask the Boy here,” slapping a hand on my shoulder.”
“I err….” Going bright red under the lad’s gaze. His dad isn’t helping, looking on with a smirk all over his face.
Baz comes to the rescue, “Well, it’s cos Liam here keeps boning up, and that’s not a good look when he’s serving here, so he’s wearing the cock cage to help keep his… you know what under control.”
“But I can see he’s hard even now,” the son says. He looks down at his own cock, resting freely.
“Yeah, all the more reason to lock him up, right? You don’t want to see him pointing at you, do you?” Baz says, unhelpfully.
The son laughs, “No, I guess not.”
Dad says, “Maybe we need one of those for you, son, you seem to pop boners often enough.”
As if my magic, the son’s cock twitches. The son goes silent and red-faced. All eyes are on him as his cock quickly grows rock hard.
“Fuck….” The lad mutters under his breath, red faced now.
“Guess your dad’s right,” Baz says. There’s laughter and I’m glad the focus is away from me, if only just for a moment. The dad buys some bread rolls and they leave.
“Well, Boy,” Jack calling me Boy now, “I guess Baz has a point, it’s a bit rude you pointing your boyhood at all the punters. Reckon you should stay like that for the duration.”
“What? No please, I can’t… you can’t…”
Baz whispers, “Safe word? You want to use the safe word?”
And I pause. I don’t say anything. ‘Fuck, do I want this? WTF???’
“Well, while you think on about it, I need you both in the club house helping to serve breakfasts and coffees, we’ve got a full campsite so it’s bound to be busy today. Off you go.”

There’s more comments and questions about my junk being locked up in full view of everyone later on at the club house. I’m just about getting used to it, being the centre of attention, when Frank and his mates walk in. They’re all dressed except Josh, still naked.
Frank grins wildly at me, almost shouting across the room, “Hey, Boy, four coffees here when you get a moment.”
Heads turn, hearing me being called Boy, ‘Fucking amazing,’ I think to myself, ‘So humiliating being called Boy in front of everyone.’ I serve the coffees, Frank tugging on my cage as I put the tray down.
“Looks good on you, Boy. Getting used to it, eh?”
I fluster an answer but he winks at me, and slaps my ass hard, as if in dismissal.

“Boy!”
My head turns, Who the fuck’s calling me Boy now? Dan? Loz? Mark? No, they’re seated, Baz has already served them a short while ago. No, it’s someone I don’t even know. Just a punter, fuck. I try to remember if he was at the barn last night. Is everyone going to call me Boy from now on?
“Boy,” he shouts again.
And I have no choice but to go to his table, aware everyone is taking this in.
“Finally…” he says, then I take his order for breakfast.
Baz laughs when I get behind the counter, “You ok?”
“I don’t know, it’s kinda weird being called Boy by everyone.”
“Just think of it as garçon, French for waiter, or Boy, or whatever.”
Baz astounds me, I thought he was useless at French, sat in the back of the class, more interested in playing with his cock in his pants than listening to the teacher trying to get us to understand French. But Baz had a point, I had to get used to it, own it, own the word “Boy” and not get fazed by it.
“You’re right, it’s just a word.”
Baz punches my arm, not hard, “Yeah, just a word, Boy. I got your back on this, you know that, right?”
I nod. Yeah, I know Baz is with me on this. He’s looking after me. And the rest of the morning shift goes ok.

I’m really feeling the cage dragging heavy on my cock and balls by the time the shift at the club house ends. Baz and me, we head to the pond, where Dan had said they would be. They were. Dan, Loz, and Mark all sunning themselves on the grass. Totally naked. Gotta give them credit right for staying naked, right? Baz and me flop down beside them.
Loz sits up and looks over me, eyes taking in my body, my cage, “If you don’t mind me saying, it was fucking hot watching you get fucked by Dan. But then when Baz pushed his cock into your face, fuck Liam, that was way hotter than any porn I’ve watched.”
I blush.
Baz comes in with, “So you watch gay porn all the time, eh, Loz? Dark horse hehe.”
“No, I… err…” stutters Loz, “STFU Baz. What I was wanting to ask was…”
“Go ahead, ask,” Dan replies for me, “Liam here is completing our sex education.”
Loz continues, “Weren’t you, like, grossed out by all the jizz?”
The guys fall about laughing, Dan asking, “That what you were thinking about all last night eh, Loz, picturing the Boy here all covered in jizz?”
“No, no, no, I….”
“No point denying it, I mean, you’re close to hard right now. Bet you knocked one out last night too, eh?” Dan answers.
All eyes on Loz’s cock, which was indeed more than half mast. Then a sly look around and most of us were at least chubbed. Mark fully boned. But mine was half hidden, pressing against the metal of the cock cage, leaking.
Dan stands up, “C’mon guys, seems we all need to cool down a bit.”
And we follow as he runs and jumps into the pond. After a long splash session, we get out, the cold water having had the desired effect. But no sooner has we laid back down on the grass, Mark pipes up, “What does it feel like? Being locked up, caged?”
Baz saying, “Woah, Mark, why? Do you want a go? I’m sure Frank has another cage, or do you want to release Liam and get caged yourself?”
Mark gives an unconvincing whimper of a, “No.”
I watch as Baz and Dan wink to each other. Fuck, what are they plotting? But maybe, just maybe, I will get released and Mark will be locked up instead. My cock twitches at the thought.
“So…” Loz starts.
“Oh god, here he goes again.”
“That show you put on last night was so… hot. Do you think there will there be a repeat performance tonight?”
Dan replies, “Yeah, Loz, but maybe with you on your back and Baz fucking you, and me choking you as I facefuck you. Is that what you got the hots for?”
Loz turns a bright shade of red, splutters, “No, no, no.”
“Seems to me you’re way too interested in the idea. I’m sure I can put in a good word with Frank,” Dan answers.
“No, please, no, don’t Dan, please no,” Loz begs. Yet his cock is rock hard against his abs. Everyone can see. I’m sitting there thinking part of him, a lot of him actually, might like to be on his back on that table in the barn tonight.

During the afternoon shift in reception, it’s quiet, just me and Baz there.
“So, what do you think about Loz and Mark? What they’d been asking about last night? You think they want in on more of the action?”
I laugh, “Loz and Mark? No! Loz was so embarrassed at the beach the other day. And Mark, well he never even got naked.”
“No, but he did this weekend. Maybe it’s their time to come out.”
“Come out?”
“Yeah, as sexual beings. Everyone has to at some stage.”
“Lol, I guess so yeah. Are you going to have a word with Dan about it?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I should talk with Frank. He would orchestrate something for them, I’m sure.”
“Well, I’ll leave it in your capable hands.”
“Yeah and you know all about my capable hands, right boy?”
“Yeah, and everything else too.” And my cock was pressing hard against the metal cock cage.

And then that gets me to thinking about the barn tonight, during the afternoon shift at the clubhouse serving drinks and food. Baz and me getting recognised, guys asking where the other guy, and by the other guy they mean Dan, the guy who fucked me, was? And were we a throuple and open? I had no idea what they were talking about and Baz had to educate me later.
And then there were some guys who said things like, “Didn’t recognise you without the layer of jizz on you,” and “Didn’t recognise you without a cock in every orifice.”
But also winking and saying see you later as they leave.
“Fuck, my reputation seems to be in the gutter or lower,” I say to Baz.
“Nah, boy, your reputation is on the table or in a sea of semen, thats where your reputation is.”
And I guess Baz is right. Totally.

And then it was evening, Saturday evening and that meant only one thing.
The barn.
When Baz and me got there it was crowded. It was as if they were waiting for us to arrive so they could start.
“Hey Boy, Baz, how’s things? Gotta top what happened last night, right guys?”
They all cheer.
My cock is already leaking in its cage, ‘WTF?’ Stood in the middle, Frank walking round me, thinking, pointing at me, “Ok guys – suggestions – how should the Boy entertain us tonight? But maybe, there’s someone else here who is kinda jealous of what the Boy got up to last night. And wants some of the action. Can you give a cheer for Loz?”
Cheers all round. Loz is shoved into the circle to join me, Baz and Frank.
“And another cheer for Mark.”
“WTF, no,” Mark shouts, as he is jostled into the centre.
Frank is looking at Loz and Mark, both naked, both looking kinda scared, “You know, boys, you can always dip out of this, just say the safe word and we can send you on your way back to your tent.”
“What safe word?” Mark asks.
“Well if you ain’t got a safe word, just use ’safe word’ when it gets too, erm, how should we say it, hard for you to be in on what’s occurring,” Frank smirks. “Understood?”
Mark and Loz nod.
“Ok, so I understand Loz that you were asking the Boy here what it was like to be on your back with two of his mates paying him close attention.”
“Yeah, I…err… didn’t mean anything by it though,” Loz stumbles out the words.
“Oh, but Dan and Baz told me you did, that you were definitely interested. So maybe you should lay back on this table here,” Frank says pointing to the very table where it had all happened last night.
“Woah, no….” Loz stutters.
“Safe word?” Frank suggests. “No? Ok, then, hop up onto the table.”
My jaw drops as I watch Loz get up. I’m thinking, ‘Loz, are you going through with this, whatever, Frank has in mind? But then he’s been told how to use the safe word, so I guess he’s testing his own boundaries tonight.’
“Just stay there a moment, Loz, get used to being watched. Now Mark, come here. I heard you were interested in the Boy’s cage and how it felt.”
Mark’s answer was him going bright red, visibly gulping.
“How about I fit one on you so you get some first hand experience?”
“I… err…”
“I think you mean to say, yes please, sir. Isn’t that right, Mark?”
“I… Err…”
Frank just looks at Mark.
“Yes. Please. Sir.”
“Good boy.” Frank turns to Josh, who comes over with a cock cage. Not metal, but seethru clear acrylic. “Shall we put this on you now? Or do you want a release first?” Frank asks Mark, leaving Mark in no doubt which is the correct answer.
“The… the release… first….”
“Good boy, Mark. You’re a quick learner. Now let’s see where your final release might occur,” Frank scans the room, slowly, and his eyes come back to rest on Loz, laying down on the table.
Loz sees Frank looking at him, “What? No.”
“No? I think you mean yes, don’t you, Loz? But how will you get Mark off? With your hand, your mouth, or your ass?” Turning to the crowd, “What do you think, guys?”
There’s a chorus of answers, and I don’t know which one was shouted out the most, I’m not even sure it really mattered, because maybe Frank had already decided how this was going to pan out.
“Ok, so we have an answer. Mark, get up here and straddle Loz, that’s right, rest those plump ass cheeks on his chest, your hard cock close to Loz’s face. Now Loz, I’m sure you can guess what you need to do now, can’t you? You know, I’ll give you a hint even. What Baz was doing to the Boy, Mark will be doing to you, so why don’t you open your virginal mouth and let Mark in?”
Loz and Mark do what Frank says. I mean, their minds are fucked, they can say ‘safe word’ but neither have chosen to say it, so they both want this. And my cock is twitching as I watch Loz take Mark into his mouth.
“That’s it, all the way in, now Mark, you wanna shoot your babies down Loz’s throat, here? Go right ahead. Loz, you mustn’t spill a drop or you won’t get your prize.”
The whole barnful of horny men watch Loz blow Mark and swallow Mark’s jizz, and I’m wondering what the fuck is the prize Loz is going to receive, now that he hasn’t spilled a drop.
Frank quickly locks Mark in his cage before he can protest, and tells Loz to stay there. For his prize. “Dan, Baz, come up here. Mark you don’t go far. Ok, Loz your prize is…. For Mark to ride your rock hard cock here,” Frank gives it a squeeze, and for Dan to fuck you and Baz to facefuck you.
“No… I… err…” Loz splutters.
“Oh, you want Baz to fuck you and Dan to facefuck you? I’m sure they’re cool with that. Either way, you get to fully experience what the Boy did last night, and a little bit more.”
I look at Loz, Baz, Mark and Dan and they all seem up for it. But where am I in this thing?
“Boy here will watch to make sure you’re experiencing it fully, Loz. And if he tells me you did, then you get an extra special prize.”
This was crazy. WTF was Frank on? But when I looked round it was very clear that everyone in the room was up for this, 200%.
Josh came forward to position Mark, Dan and Baz around Loz, and provided a tube of lube as well. And then, well, yes, Baz pushed into Loz, Dan played with his cockhead against Loz’s lips for ages as Josh helped Loz’s cock slip into Mark’s ass. And then it intensified, picked up speed, and they were all going for it. I don’t know who came first, not sure anyone did. But it all sounded very close, it all changed from the hectic humping to stillness, red chests, sweaty chests and asses and Loz laying there totally used.
Josh helps Mark off the table and then persuades Dan and Baz to pull out, and then helps Loz up and off the table and gives him some water, or is it vodka?
“Did the boy do well or did he do well?” Frank shouts around the barn.
Big cheers.
“So, Loz gets his extra prize. Boy, get on the table.”
Fuck, I’m going to be in the same position Loz has just been in. But who’s gonna join Loz?
My thoughts interrupted by Frank asking Loz, “Loz, where do you want to be?” As josh manhandles me to lie down on the table where Loz had just been.
Frank continues, “Where do you want to be Loz? What do you want to do to the Boy? Fuck him, facefuck him? Ride him? Your choice.”
Loz looks around, fazed, sees Dan then Baz with a look of ‘What do I do?’ Dan grins and shrugs his shoulders, as if to say, ‘Your choice, Loz.’
And I can see Loz working it out in his head. He’s not gonna want anything up his ass. So that leaves fucking my ass or my mouth. If I was him, which would I do? I suppose it would depend on how angry I was. There’s something about facefucking a guy viciously, right? Much more than fucking his ass. He’s gonna feel it way more in his mouth and down his throat. And when Loz walks round towards my head, that’s the question going through my mind, ‘Is Loz angry or is he in a happy mood?’
So Loz is gonna facefuck me. I’m locked so no one is gonna ride me. But who is gonna fuck me? I’m laying there, looking over at Frank who’s weighing up the same question in his mind, ‘Who is gonna fuck the Boy?’ But before he gives an answer, Josh comes up and blindfolds me. ‘Fuck, I’m gonna be the only guy here not seeing the action – the action thats happening on me.’