The Beach House Pt. 02

Tyler awoke from a restless sleep, unable to find peace from his desires even in his rest. Visions of squirming and being violated by probing hands swam in his head, and he blearily tried to sort his dreams from the equally-unbelievable reality of the last day.

He realized he had been rubbing himself against the bed in half-sleep, feeling a wet spot on the sheets where he had been leaking pre-cum through his cage all night. The bikini bottom that Eliot had forced him into had come untied from the motion, leaving him bottomless aside from his metal chastity cage. Tyler groaned.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

Tyler could picture Eliot's smirk just from his tone. Trying to avoid the embarrassment of looking his friend in the eye, he stayed lying face down.

"Aw, didn't you sleep well?" Eliot continued to tease, "I slept like a baby, personally."

Still groggy, and having regained no willpower to resist the day's torments, Tyler just groaned softly. It turned into a squeal when he suddenly felt Eliot's hands grabbing his hips.

"Here's your first lesson of the day, pet. You speak when you're spoken to."

Before Tyler could protest, Eliot pulled him onto his back by his hips. He switched his hands to pin Tyler to the bed, and began to skitter his fingers over Tyler's belly. Eliot had remembered his every weak spot from the night before. Without any hope of escape from his stronger friend's hands, Tyler had no choice but to accept the humiliation, laughing wildly.

"Mmm, what a lovely punishment we've found for you," Eliot cooed over Tyler's laughter, slowing the tickling to a stop, "Don't you think?"

Tyler lay catching his breath, his face burning red. Eliot quirked an eyebrow at Tyler's silence and raised a hand as though to resume the tickling, when Tyler scrambled to speak.

"Y-Y-Yes! Yes, um... it is." His voice cracked with embarrassment.

"I'm so glad you agree, pet." Eliot laughed, "Of course, you still have to behave if you ever want to cum. But this is a lovely way to give you more... immediate discipline."

Eliot rose out of bed and stretched confidently, spreading his arms high into the air. His boxer-briefs sat just below his hips, showing a hint of his bush which trailed into the light hairs beneath his belly button. There was a small bulge in Eliot's tight shorts.

Tyler stared, finding himself much more distracted by his friend's body than he had been the previous nights they had shared this bed. Of course, those previous nights were before he had experienced Eliot's sexual domination, and before Tyler had been repeatedly overpowered by his taller friend's body.

"God I can practically see you drooling. You're truly adorable when you're horny."

Being called adorable in Eliot's smug voice sent shivers down Tyler's body, and his cock twitched, trying to push beyond its cage. Tyler crawled over the bed towards Eliot, and looked up. He would have killed for Eliot's touch on him, but his arousal was so strong that he just needed anything, and he knew Eliot would let him have this.

"Something you want, pet?"

"Um... yes. please?"

"Please what? We use our words, pet."

But Eliot had already stepped closer to the bed, the bulge in his shorts inches from Tyler's face. His mildly sweaty scent, salty from the previous day's swimming, made Tyler's head swim. Tyler rubbed his face against Eliot's cock through his underwear, breathing heavily. Eliot gently entwined his fingers in Tyler's hair and tilted his head up to look at him.

"Please... can I taste your cock?" Tyler whispered.

"Mmm... good boy. Of course you can." Eliot smiled widely, and ran his fingers through Tyler's hair. With his other hand, he pulled his waistband down to his upper thighs. His cock wasn't large, but it was hard and warm as it touched Tyler's cheek. Tyler's mouth easily engulfed him, and Eliot moaned deeply.

Tyler began to circle Eliot's head with his tongue, tasting as a drop of pre-cum pooled at the end. He pressed his face into Eliot's hips, caressing his balls, and worked his tongue over his cock faster. To Tyler's surprise, Eliot let out a whine, and he could feel him shaking slightly. The moment of vulnerability sent a thrill through Tyler, and he began to suck harder, sliding his tongue with more pressure.

Eliot gasped, grabbing onto a bedpost for support. He was thrusting into Tyler's mouth, but maintaining his standing position seemed to be challenging.

"Tyler, oh god..."

Tyler took Eliot's cock out of his mouth and licked him from his balls to his shaft, provoking another gasp, then took it in again. Leaving enough room for his hands to stroke Eliot's shaft, he focused his mouth on the head.

"Fuck! Tyler, oh my--"

Eliot practically doubled over, holding onto the bed-frame with both hands now. His abs clenched and unclenched as Tyler's mouth worked tirelessly with no concern for his sensitivity

"Tyler, you're-- you're going to make me-- Oh my god"

He felt Eliot twitch hard, and then his mouth filled with a burst of cum, then another, and another. Tyler's own cock was burning, pulsing in his cage. He didn't want to stop, and Eliot's orgasm drew on without ending as he throbbed in Tyler's mouth. Eventually Eliot's gasping turned into a pained noise and he pulled away.

Tyler came to his senses, sitting back on the bed and wiping a dribble of cum off his chin. Eliot was panting, trembling visibly. Tyler felt a pang of nervousness that he had done something wrong.

"Sorry, I um, I got carried away."

"God, don't apologize. That was wonderful, pet. But as you can see, you aren't the only one here who's sensitive," Eliot smiled, reaching over and wiping Tyler's mouth clean with his thumb, "Of course, I get to enjoy my release, while you're just going to keep getting more sensitive."

Tyler squirmed at the reminder. He felt a satisfaction after bringing Eliot to completion, but he was no less turned on than when he had woken up.

"Maybe I deserve to cum too though, after that? Wouldn't that be fair?"

Eliot smiled. "I don't care about fair, pet. You're going to have to work a lot harder for your release."

Tyler whined, and Eliot laughed in response.

"Don't worry, pet, I'll give you a little reward for that later. For now, let's get you cleaned off."

The promise of a reward put Tyler on his best behavior, so he followed Eliot down the hall to Hayden's room without questioning why he needed help cleaning himself.

Hayden was lying back on his bed, wearing his trunks and scrolling his phone. He looked up, unsurprised to see Eliot dragging Tyler by the wrist while he dribbled through his cage.

"Hey! You guys need to hurry up and get ready, we're already running late. I told those girls from the other day that we'd play them in a game of volleyball. You'll have plenty of time to play with your little boy-toy later."

"Yes, well, maybe we'd be able to get ready quicker if I didn't have to wash your cum off of Tyler."

Hayden laughed and put his hands up. "Fine, fine, just try to be quick, okay?"

"Of course, why would I draw it out?" Eliot glanced at Tyler mischievously. "Oh, and you were right, by the way. He's very talented with his mouth."

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Eliot ran the water hot, and untied Tyler's bikini top. When Eliot knelt down to hold Tyler's cage, he startled.

"I'm going to take this off for just a moment, pet, so you can wash off properly."

There was a click, and Eliot withdrew his hand holding Tyler's little metal cage. Tyler stiffened immediately, provoking a giggle from Eliot.

"Oh, hard already, how cute." He set the cage down, and then removed his own boxers. Eliot was getting hard again too, although his cock was less throbbing and red than Tyler's.

Tyler reached a hand down involuntarily to feel himself where he had been caged, but Eliot's hand caught his wrist before he could touch.

"Bad pet. You're going to keep your hands off yourself until I put your cage back on. After all, you haven't earned it yet-- this is just so you can wash off."

Tyler twitched, and dripped pre-cum. Eliot gently wiped off the tip of Tyler's cock with his finger, making him gasp. Eliot swung the shower door open and guided Tyler in by the small of his back, before following.

The shower was cramped, clearly just made for one. Tyler's penis brushed against Eliot's thigh, but he resisted the urge to press further, rubbing himself against Eliot like he desperately wanted. Trying not to focus on it, Tyler reached for the soap. Eliot caught him by the wrist again.

"No, pet. I wouldn't want you getting carried away, rubbing soap all over your body. I'll clean you myself."

"W-what?"

"Arms up."

Tyler hesitated, but he had learned by now that Eliot's commands were to be taken seriously. He put his hands up, as though surrendering.

"No, no, arms up, pet. All the way up above your head." Eliot reached around Tyler to grab a bar of soap and lathered his hands up. Tyler lifted his hands all the way up like they were tied to the ceiling. He felt his body unconsciously bend to protect his exposed midsection, having been frequently subjected to Eliot's belly tickling over the last day.

His nervousness was warranted-- was hard to resist squirming and tensing as Eliot rubbed the lather over him. Eliot smiled as he worked, finding the edge of Tyler's tolerance by switching from palms to fingertips as he massaged the soap onto his friend's naked body.

When he began to rub lather into Tyler's armpits, Tyler pulled his arms down sharply, letting out a squeak. Eliot gave him a stern look, and Tyler shyly raised his arms again. Eliot returned his soapy fingertips in Tyler's pits, circling his little tufts of armpit hair.

"Arms stay up, pet." Eliot warned, as Tyler strained to keep his arms up. His face was screwed up, but broke in a moment into frantic laughter. He had never had to soap his own armpits for more than a second-- Eliot was obviously torturing him for fun, but there was nothing Tyler could do.

It wasn't much better on his chest, his back, or his hips-- Eliot demanded his arms stay straight up while he used the shower as a thinly veiled excuse to torture Tyler.

When Eliot got to his thighs, he caught Tyler's eye and smirked. Tyler spread his legs apart without being told, arms still up in the air. Eliot leaned in and whispered in Tyler's ear.

"Good boy. Now, stay still for me."

His ticklishness wasn't the only problem, now, as Eliot's hand traced the backs and insides of his thighs. Shivers radiated through Tyler's body, concentrating in his twitching cock. He wanted to bring his hands down, stroke himself off and release this week of tension. He wanted to grab Eliot, and grind on his thigh until he came, to have his hair pulled and be called a good boy, a pathetic little toy made for Eliot's pleasure. But he stayed still.

Eliot reached the very tops of Tyler's legs, tracing the little gap between his thighs. Tyler whined-- Eliot was less than an inch from touching Tyler's cock. Eliot's hand moved to the back instead, though, and began to rub Tyler's hole. Tyler moaned with abandon, squirming his ass against Eliot's hands as the hot water washed the soap off him, when Eliot's hand withdrew.

Without any warning, Eliot's suddenly spread soap over Tyler's cock, stopping as soon as Tyler even registered what was happening. Tyler thrust his hips desperately for a hand that was no longer there, and cried out.

"No, Eliot, please! Oh my god please, I need it so badly, please!"

The water turned off, cold air rushed in over Tyler's body.

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The sun was beating down hard on the beach that afternoon. Tyler could feel sweat running down his back as he watched the volleyball fly through the air. Hayden and Eliot stood to either side of Tyler, where they were set up to get much more action in the game. Tyler had a tendency to miss the ball completely, and had even fallen over in the sand a couple of times. Still, he had to admit he was having a fun time with his friends and the three girls who had invited them to play. The action of the game almost made him forget his predicament.

Of course, his predicament was the same as before: Eliot had forced him back into his cage immediately after his shower. It was lucky for Eliot the cold air had softened Tyler-- he was so worked up he wasn't sure if he ever would have fit in the cage otherwise. To Tyler's further dismay, Eliot had also put him back into his bikini. Mercifully, he had allowed Tyler to wear a white T-shirt and trunks over the bikini while they were outside.

Tyler was snapped out of his self-pity when he saw Hayden barrelling at him-- he jumped back, and his muscular friend dived into the sand at his feet, returning the ball from hardly a foot above the ground. It was no use, though-- Kris, the tallest girl of the three they were playing against, spiked the ball hard just out of Eliot's reach.

"That's the match point!" Kris called over the net, "Looks like we win again!"

Eliot picked up the volleyball and tossed it back to her.

"No need to rub it in," Eliot smiled, "Well, seeing as athletics aren't our strong suit, maybe we can offer you some drinks instead?"

"Alright, you're on. But just a couple drinks, then we need to kick your ass some more!"

The six of them found an alcove where the beach met the cliffs nearby, which granted some shade from the hot sun. Hayden spread out a blanket, and set down a cooler.

Kris was beautiful, and Tyler couldn't help but stare as they all sat down and chatted. She was tall and tan, broad-shouldered with long brown hair tied in a ponytail and a sporty black swimsuit. Her friends were quite cute too: Sarah was shorter, with cropped blonde hair, and kept checking out Hayden when she thought nobody was looking. Lauren, who seemed to be the shyest of the three, was also the palest, and kept stepping aside to reapply her sunscreen.

All of them were in high spirits as Hayden passed out beers among them. As Hayden had forgotten a bottle opener, Sarah had taken a lighter out of her bag to use instead. Nobody seemed to have much trouble opening their bottles except for Tyler, who struggled to pry the cap off with the base of the lighter.

Hayden and Eliot were oblivious to Tyler's struggle as they chatted and laughed with Sarah and Lauren, but Kris noticed him. She came over to Tyler and took his beer out of his hands.

"Here, just give it one of these--" She took the lighter and angled it against the bottle cap, pushing firmly. It came off easily with a pop, and she handed the beer back to Tyler.

"Oh, right, thank you!" Tyler said sheepishly. He didn't usually care about being strong or masculine, but it was still embarrassing to need help with something so simple from a woman he had just met.

"I like your swimsuit, by the way" Kris smiled, and then turned back to the rest of the group to join in the conversation.

Tyler went bright red. Did she mean his trunks? Surely not. Could she have seen under his shirt, maybe when he reached up for a serve? Did the bikini show through his T-shirt? Had Eliot or Hayden told her, sharing his humiliation when he wasn't paying attention?

As much as he tried to pay attention to the conversation as the six of them drank together, Tyler couldn't shake off Kris's remark. He kept glancing at her, unable to help himself, and she returned his glance and gave a little smile each time. It must just be friendliness, Tyler told himself.

"God those went quick, didn't they?" Eliot laughed, tossing his empty beer bottle aside on the blanket, "I can't believe Hayden thought a six-pack would be enough!"

"Hey don't look at me," Hayden protested, "I'm not the one who made us rush down here late."

Eliot stood up and grabbed Tyler by the wrist, making his stomach jump.

"Come on Tyler, let's go get some more beers for everyone."

Tyler looked over his shoulder and caught Kris smirking at him, before Eliot dragged him away.

"Our heroes!" Sarah called cheerily after them, and then went back to chatting and batting her eyelashes at Hayden.

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They hadn't gone very far along the beachside cliffs when Eliot stopped.

"What is it? The stairs up to the house are that way, aren't they?"

"Oh, I just thought, pet, we're out of sight and earshot from the others. I don't see anyone around on the beach. I think it's time to give you your reward."

As though on Eliot's simple command, Tyler's body remembered its state of desperation. His heart raced.

"Um.. um-- OK! Alright..." He fidgeted.

"Would you like your reward, pet?"

"Yes!-- I mean, yes, please..."

"Mmm... good boy. Get on your hands and knees."

Tyler was apprehensive, but he knew that Eliot would be looking for any excuse to deny him his reward, or even twist it into a punishment if he didn't do as he was told. He dropped down to his hands and knees, looking up at Eliot.

"God, you're cute. Now beg for your reward, pet."

"P-please. Please, please may I have my reward? I've been really good, so m-may I have a reward please? P-please?"

"Good boy..." Eliot knelt down next to Tyler, and stroked his hair. Tyler nuzzled into his hand without thinking, then blushed.

"What do you say we get these clothes off you, pet? That bikini is so much more becoming on you."

"Y-yes, please."

Eliot reached for the hem of Tyler's shirt, and pulled it off over his head. Then he stepped behind Tyler, and yanked his trunks down, revealing his tie-string bikini bottom. Tyler's caged cock made a little bulge under the swimsuit between his legs.

"That's a good boy. Now you look like my pet, don't you?" Eliot rubbed Tyler's ass, where the bikini was riding in between his cheeks.

"Yes, I'm your pet" Tyler whimpered, squirming into Eliot's hand.

"Would you like me to take these off of you?" Eliot whispered.

"Yes, please... please..." Tyler gasped.

Eliot pulled on the tie, and Tyler's bikini bottom fell off of him.

"Mmm... What a lovely view, pet. I can see your pretty little hole. Does it want attention?" Eliot cooed, as his fingers gently stroked the backs of Tyler's thighs, and under his balls. Tyler giggled and moaned helplessly at the gentle teasing.

"Yes it does, oh please, Eliot..."

"Ohh, what nice manners my pet has. Alright then, I'll give you just what you want."

Tyler heard Eliot spit in his hand, then felt his wet fingers massaging his hole. He whimpered as his friend pushed gently on the entrance.

"My goodness, pet, I'm not even inside you yet and I can see you getting wet. I remember now how much this turned you on last night."

Eliot's finger slipped inside, and Tyler gasped. Hayden had fingered Tyler last night, using his strong hands to give Tyler more pleasure than he had ever felt through his ass. Eliot's fingers, on the other hand, were longer, thinner, and just like everything Eliot did, much more intent on teasing.

It took him only a few seconds to find the spot inside Tyler that made him cry out and leak pre-cum through his cage, but he didn't keep his finger there. He pulled his finger out again and went back to teasing Tyler's hole. Tyler whimpered, trying to thrust himself into Eliot's hand to get his finger back inside, but it was useless.

"Pretty pet, what a pretty pet..." Eliot whispered, and grabbed the back of Tyler's hair with his other hand, pulling his head back and reinserting his finger at the same time. This time he went straight for Tyler's spot, pulsing his finger on it. Tyler squealed and trembled, his head held still in Eliot's grasp.

The sensation suddenly stopped, and both of Eliot's hands withdrew. Tyler slumped towards the ground heavily, whining with abandon. Why had Eliot stopped?

"Oh, hey Kris!" Eliot said in surprise, and Tyler jumped.

Tyler turned around, half expecting this to be a joke Eliot was playing on him, but no-- Kris was standing just a little ways down the beach, looking at the two of them and blushing. Tyler scrambled to cover his caged cock with his hands.

"I'm sorry! I thought you might want some help getting those beers," Kris scratched the back of her head nervously, "I can totally leave you guys be, though. Sorry!"

"Goodness, there's no need for you to apologize. I should be apologizing to you, with you stumbling onto us in public and everything. I hope you don't feel uncomfortable."

"Oh, no, not at all, I mean," She laughed nervously, "Well, OK, I lied a little bit, Hayden did say there was a risk me you two might be up to something like this."

Tyler wanted to hide his face, or curl up into a ball, but he just looked off to the side, blushing furiously.

Eliot laughed. "Oh, that's very nice of him to warn you. Did he also tell you that I wouldn't mind if you caught us?"

"He... might have." Kris blushed again.

"Did he tell you that I like sharing?"

Kris blushed deeper. "I... hoped."

Tyler thought he might pass out on the spot. He glanced towards Kris's direction, and saw her eyes moving up and down his body. She met his eye, and smiled nervously.

"You should come here, then," Eliot smiled, beckoning Kris. He grabbed Tyler by the wrist, and pulled his arms away so he couldn't cover his cock. Tyler resisted for a moment, until Eliot shot him a look. Tyler let his arms fall limply to his sides.

Kris waved shyly as she approached, smiling gently: "Hi Tyler..."

"Hi... Kris..."

"Eliot, what's that he's wearing?"

"Oh, that's his chastity cage. I just love to deny orgasms. The more desperate someone gets, the more fun they are. And the easier they become to control."

As if to demonstrate his point, he grabbed Tyler's hair and moved him back and forth like a doll. Tyler moaned involuntarily, then snapped his hands to his mouth.

"Hands at your side, pet."

Tyler's face burned at being called 'pet' in front of Kris, but he dropped his arms to his sides obediently. Eliot's fingers stayed entwined in Tyler's hair, forcing him to meet Kris's gaze.

"Tyler can't help from touching himself without wearing a cage," Eliot continued, casually, "Especially not after I've been teasing him for a while. We're just on day 2, but we still have more than a week left here. It's going to get quite a lot more fun, but he's already following my commands and begging for me to touch him."

"Fuck, it's so cute the way he just follows your orders. I've played around with some kinky stuff before, but nothing like this."

Eliot smiled, clearly proud of his work. "Ever since I've been interested in denial and pet play, I've been wanting to find someone as weak and submissive as Tyler." He tugged on Tyler's hair, making him let out a high-pitched squeak.

"Can I try? Try giving him orders, I mean?" Kris asked, tentatively.

Eliot smiled widely: "Be my guest. Pet, you're to obey anything Kris says, as though it were coming from me. Understand?"

"Y-yes."

Kris stood for a moment, thinking. Tyler was still on his knees, hair held by Eliot, forcing his head back to look up at Kris's face. His eyes kept wandering to her body, her perfect skin and soft muscles contrasting her black swimsuit. The thought that Kris wanted him, wanted him to be her pet, just like Eliot, made his heart race.

"Come here and kiss my foot," Kris ventured.

Eliot released Tyler, and he fell forward onto the sand. Looking up at Kris again, he crawled forward a couple of steps, and then leaned down and kissed her on the foot.

"Good pet. Kiss my other foot, please."

Tyler leaned down again, kissing Kris's other foot. Her sun-tanned skin was soft and warm against his lips.

"Sit up." Kris ordered, a little more confidence now.

Tyler obeyed, sitting up on his knees at Kris's feet, looking up at her obediently. She was still blushing, but she had lust in her eyes as she looked down at Tyler.

"Suck." She ordered, and before Tyler could question what Kris meant, she put her fingers to his mouth.

Tyler shut his eyes and opened his mouth, letting her fingers inside. He ran his tongue around them hungrily, moaning. She pushed another finger in, then another; Tyler took them into his mouth, caressing them with his tongue and moaning as though her fingers were the best thing he had tasted.

Kris pulled back slowly, drawing Tyler closer, until he fell against her leg. He rested his cheek against her thigh, still drooling on her fingers. He wrapped an arm around Kris, reaching up to her firm ass. He felt her leg against his body and rubbed himself on her, uselessly pressing his caged cock against her.

"God you're right, he really is the most desperate person I've ever seen," Kris laughed, "But I never said he could grope my ass or rub himself on me."

"Oh dear, what a naughty pet. I think we need to punish him," Eliot's eyes lit up.

At the word 'punish,' Tyler snapped out of his trance. He tried to protest: "Wait-- I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Oh, you're sorry?" Kris teased, "Sorry for humping me without permission?"

"You look awfully strong, Kris, why don't you hold him? You can just grab him from behind so he can't move his arms or legs; I'll do the rest of the work."

Kris grinned, eager to put her strength to good use. Tyler tried to squirm away, but Kris hooked her arms under Tyler's armpits, forcing his arms to the side. Then she knelt to the sand, bringing Tyler down with her, and put her legs in between his, forcing them apart and pinning them.

Eliot was looking on with amusement, enjoying the expression of fear on Tyler's face. He knelt down and felt between Tyler's legs, provoking a whimper. When Eliot's hand withdrew, it was sticky with pre-cum. He smirked.

"Oh, it looks like he's enjoying this. What a naughty pet!"

Eliot was right, but Tyler couldn't help his arousal; the feeling of Kris's strong but soft body stretching him out was driving him wild. He could feel her heat pressed against him, and he throbbed in his cage.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't enjoy your punishment," Eliot teased, his fingers darting to Tyler's hips.

Tyler erupted into girlish laughter, harder than he had laughed before. Unable to squirm even an inch, Eliot could access exactly the spots that he wished, and exploit them with all ten of his dexterous fingers. It was far worse than being pinned by Eliot alone-- with Tyler completely immobilized, Eliot could tickle as hard or as lightly as he wished, making it impossible for Tyler to get used to any sensation. Tears pooled in Tyler's eyes.

"Oh, I can see now why he obeys you. If I were as weak and ticklish as him I'd be scared of your fingers too!" Kris laughed.

Tyler was in hysterics, trying desperately to free himself, but there was no hope. Kris didn't even seem to be exerting herself to hold him in place. When Eliot moved down to his feet, Tyler suddenly felt two more hands on his armpits-- the scratching nails confirmed they were Kris's.

"Oh my god--" Tyler's voice gave out into cackles-- "Please! please! Kris I'm sorry, I'm--" Eliot found a spot under his toes that sent him gasping with silent laughter-- "Kris please! Please! Eliot please!"

"Fuck, his begging is the cutest thing I've ever heard," Kris said over Tyler's desperate laughter, "I bet he's learned his lesson, what do you think?"

Eliot looked up from Tyler's feet: "Oh, yes, I suppose that's enough for one punishment. Our little pet does seem to be at his limit."

Kris released Tyler and he rolled onto the sand, catching his breath, still residually giggling. His whole body felt like jelly, tingling where Kris's and Eliot's fingers had been moments earlier.

"Hey, come here... pet."

Kris grabbed Tyler gently, and laid his head on her lap. She stroked his hair as his breathing steadied.

"Yes, good pet. Aren't you a good pet?"

"Mm-hmm," Tyler squeaked out.

Eliot came to sit down next to the two of them, and began to gently pet Tyler's body. Tyler couldn't help but smile, letting out a satisfied whine from all the attention being lavished on him.

"I suppose I can't blame him for being unable to control his urges," Eliot said, continuing to stroke Tyler gently, "I was just in the middle of giving him a well-deserved reward when you joined us. He loves my finger inside him so much, he practically cried when I took it away."

"Oh, so that's what you were doing," Kris laughed, "Yeah, I can't blame him for being so desperate. If that happened to me I'd definitely cry."

"What a lovely thing to know," Eliot said coolly, and Kris blushed.

"O-oh no, I just mean I'm sorry for interrupting his fun," Kris smiled nervously, trying not to meet Eliot's eye, "but maybe I can help you finish rewarding him?"

"If that's what you'd like to do, I'm sure we'd both love that," Eliot smiled, "isn't that right, pet?"

Tyler nodded vigorously: "Y-yes, yes please..."

Kris giggled. Eliot pulled Tyler up off of Kris's lap, and sat him on his own. Tyler's back was pressed against Eliot's chest, and he could feel Eliot's cock pressing through his trunks where Tyler sat between his legs. Eliot rested his chin on Tyler's shoulder to whisper in his ear.

"Let's show Kris what a slut you are for my fingers, pet."

Tyler whined, Eliot's breath causing goosebumps to erupt over his body. He saw Kris watching him eagerly, and he shut his eyes tight in embarrassment. He felt a soft finger brush his chin, pushing it up gently.

Kris's voice was soft, but commanding: "Look at me."

Tyler opened his eyes again to see Kris's face just a foot from his, her eyes smouldering at him as she held his chin. He flushed hot over his whole body.

"Fuck, you're cute." Kris leaned in and kissed Tyler.

Her soft lips brushed Tyler's and her tongue pushed into his mouth. Tyler moaned, inhaling sharply as he felt Eliot's wet fingers playing with the opening of his hole.

"Oh my god, Eliot, plea--"

Tyler's begging was stifled by Kris, kissing him again greedily. She rolled his lower lip between her teeth, just as two of Eliot's fingers pushed inside of him. He whined hard into Kris's mouth, and felt her lips twisting into a smile. Tyler could feel his cock twitching in its cage as Eliot's fingers pulsed against his spot, sending waves through his core.

"That's good pet, just give in to the pleasure," Eliot cooed, "Such a sweet little pet, with such a talented little mouth..."

"A talented mouth?" Kris asked breathily, between kisses.

"Yes, he gave me such a wonderful blow-job this morning," Eliot said, stroking Tyler's hair with his free hand, "He was starving for my cock, it was adorable."

"Fuck, that's hot..." Kris breathed, pulling away from Tyler's lips to look him in the eye, "Do you have more of that in you?"

Tyler could hardly think over the feeling of Eliot's fingering, but when he saw Kris sitting back on the sand in front of him, one of her thumbs looped through the bottom of her swimsuit, Tyler salivated. He nodded vigorously. Kris smiled and pulled off her swimsuit, kicking it off her legs before spreading them apart.

Eliot grabbed Tyler's hair and pushed him down between Kris's legs, his ass up in the air with Eliot's fingers still inside. Tyler buried his face in Kris's pussy, feeling her hair tickling his nose and inhaling her scent. He licked hungrily, exploring her with his tongue. It wasn't long before he found a spot that made her moan and shake, her hips gently thrusting against Tyler's mouth.

"Good pet, oh, fuck, good pet," Kris moaned, rolling her head back.

Tyler could feel a warmth spreading in his abdomen as Kris's sounds of pleasure filled his ears and Eliot's fingers rhythmically pressed inside of him. The pressure felt good, so good, every twitch of Eliot's fingers making his cock throb in its cage. Kris cried out as Tyler sucked her clit, rubbing herself into his face, and Tyler realized he was feeling an orgasm building. Eliot must not have noticed that Tyler was about to cum-- he was focusing on massaging Kris's breast with his free hand while he fingered Tyler.

"Fuck, good pet, good pet, don't stop," Kris gasped, "fuck, I'm so close!"

Kris shook, her abdomen tensing and her legs squeezing Tyler's head. Tyler was so close; he could feel Eliot's fingers speeding up as Kris went over the edge. Just when Tyler felt like he wouldn't last another second, Kris pushed his face away from her gently, and Eliot's fingers pulled out. Tyler gasped, and then cried.

"No, please, please! Oh no, please, I--- I almost--" Tyler whimpered.

"Oh my god," Eliot laughed, "You almost did! You're dripping like a faucet, pet. I'll have to be much more careful next time."

Eliot gave Tyler a kiss on the forehead as he slumped into the sand, still whimpering.

"That was amazing, thank you," Kris stretched and sighed contentedly, "um, do you think he's okay?"

"Oh yes, of course. I would never subject my pet to more than he can endure." Eliot stroked Tyler's hair gently.

Tyler begged to differ. He groped his cage uselessly, feeling the his potential orgasm fading further away. There was no point-- any hope of release would be thwarted by Eliot. All he could do was obey, submit, and hope that eventually his friend would take pity on him. Tyler sat up, wiping his watering eyes.

"Let's get you back in your clothes, pet," Eliot held out Tyler's bikini bottom for him to put on, "I think our friends will be growing impatient, waiting for their drinks."

"Oh shit, I forgot about that," Kris laughed, standing up and brushing the sand off herself, "We'd better grab those soon or we'll have to explain what we were doing!"

Tyler walked over to grab his T-shirt and trunks off the ground, but felt someone grab his arm. He turned to see that it was Kris.

"Come on, Tyler, this bikini is too cute to cover up. I think my friends would agree too."

Tyler's face burned as Kris pulled him down the beach, Eliot walking on their other side. Tyler kept looking over his shoulder, nervously watching as his last affordance of dignity faded from view.