The Beach House

It was the end of a 4 hour drive when Tyler pulled his car into the driveway of the beach house where he was going to be spending the next couple weeks. Although he could see the beach within walking distance, and hear the waves, he had wished that they had chosen somewhere a little bit less out of the way. He was willing to compromise though, as he wanted to get closer with his new friends, Eliot and Hayden.

He had met the two of them at a bar not too long ago. His date had stood him up, and Eliot and Hayden seemed to take pity on him. But their conversation flowed easily, and they showed a real interest in Tyler, something that wasn't afforded to the shy young man very often. They had spent time together more regularly over the past couple of months, with Eliot inviting him to his and Hayden's regular movie nights where they would get drunk and watch cheesy action movies.

When Hayden had mentioned that his grandparents' old beach house was going to be available for a couple weeks, Eliot had suggested that the three of them all go. Tyler wasn't personally very interested in the outdoors, but Hayden and Eliot wouldn't take no for an answer.

Tyler removed his suitcase from his trunk, and approached the front door to the house. The door swung open, and Hayden greeted him with a hug. Tyler felt a little embarrassed-- Hayden was wearing swim trunks and no shirt, so Tyler gingerly wrapped his hands around his muscular friend's back.

"Tyler! Glad you could come, man! How was the drive?"

"Oh, it was fine. A bit of traffic on the 101, so that's why I was held up..."

The truth was, Tyler had slept in later than he had planned. He had gotten wrapped up in an online conversation the night before, wrapped up in a horny role-play with a stranger from the internet. He had lost track of the time, not hat it mattered when he was in that mood.

"Hm, hm" Hayden nodded as he showed Tyler inside the house. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge, popped the cap off, and handed it to Tyler. Tyler accepted politely. "Oh, thanks!"

Tyler took the beer and had a sip. He felt the relaxing effects of the alcohol instantly. It went a long ways towards relieving the tension of the long drive over.

Maybe these 2 weeks are really going to be fun, he thought, as he surveyed the living room.

Eliot was sitting on the couch, but stood up and came to greet Tyler. "Tyler! How rude of you to keep us waiting! Hayden said we couldn't go to the beach until you arrived, so I'm holding you personally responsible."

"He said there was traffic," Hayden offered on Tyler's behalf, who looked a little sheepish even though Eliot wore a joking grin. Eliot did seem to enjoy teasing Tyler, who often took his jokes at face value.

"Well, let's not lose any more time! Come on, Ty, get your swim trunks on and let's get down to the beach! There's still a couple more hours of daylight!"

"Oh yeah, sure. Um, do you have somewhere I could change?"

"Here, come with me, I need to get my trunks on too!" Eliot grabbed Tyler's suitcase and began to lead him down the hall.

"This bedroom is where Hayden is sleeping," Eliot gestured at the door at the end of the hall, "And this one is where you and I are."

Eliot stepped through a door to their left, and set Tyler's bag down. There was a queen sized bed in the room, with Eliot's suitcase open on the floor next to it. Tyler tried to hide his nervousness.

Tyler had always been pretty shy, but sharing a bed with a friend wasn't totally weird to him. He didn't like to get undressed in front of others, but he could go to bed in a T shirt and boxers.

What had him more apprehensive was the thought that he'd have no privacy for the next 2 weeks except for in the bathroom. He usually masturbated three times per day when he was alone, and once at the very least. He wasn't sure when the last time he had skipped a day was.

Eliot took his shirt off, and then began to lower his pants and boxers with a complete lack of self consciousness. Tyler averted his eyes, and focused on finding his swim shorts in his suitcase while Eliot slipped his swim trunks over his tall nude figure.

"It's okay, you can admire me," Eliot teased, causing Tyler to blush.

"Ha ha. Where's the bathroom? I'm going to get changed too."

"Oh ours is right here," Eliot pointed to what Tyler had at first assumed to be a closet, with slatted doors that did not quite go to the floor or the ceiling. Swinging it open, however, there was a small sink and a toilet.

"I know, weird right? Boomers make the strangest choices in interior design," Eliot shook his head, "Ours doesn't have a shower, but the one in Hayden's room does."

"Oh, I see..." Tyler trailed off as he panicked internally. It's okay, I'll just do it when they're out of the house. I can take a rest while they're out at the beach doing... sports things. Or guy things or whatever. It'll be fine.

He slipped into the 'bathroom,' and removed his clothes. Tyler really didn't have much confidence in the privacy of the slatted stall-like door of the rooms adjoining toilet, but it was better than nothing. He removed all his clothes, and then slid his swim trunks on.

"Are you guys ready?" Hayden called from out in the living room

"Yeah, we're coming!" Eliot shouted back, and the three of them went down to the beach.

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The first four days of the trip were pretty uneventful.

Tyler was having a good time going down to the beach with Hayden and Eliot, watching movies and getting drunk together. Hayden barbecued on the old grill out back, they played volleyball with a group of neighbors that they shared the beach with, and Eliot managed to set up an old game console that had been sitting in the closet.

Tyler enjoyed feeling so close to his friends and included in the activities, but unfortunately for his libido, he hadn't had a single moment of privacy. Every time he voiced his desire to go home, Eliot and Hayden had decided they might as well come too. When they were hanging out in the living room and Tyler excused himself, Eliot seemed to pop into their bedroom so frequently that Tyler didn't want to chance getting caught masturbating in their little adjoined bathroom. And while showering, Hayden would just obliviously hang out on his bed as though it weren't the slightest bit strange to have your friend naked in the same room as you, separated by a little stall door.

He was starting to feel the effects of it too. He squirmed in bed at night restlessly (When Eliot asked what was keeping him up, he was glad that the room was too dark to give away his blush). He had to look away from any girls on the beach, or else risk revealing his arousal to everyone in sight.

It wasn't just the girls either-- although he had dated girls, Tyler had an attraction to men too that he had mostly lived out just through chatting with them online and the occasional lewd photo. But he was starting to find his gaze lingering on the bodies of men around him, including Hayden and Eliot.

Hayden's strong body, muscular with a small layer of fat on his hips and belly. What would he feel like to Tyler's touch? Or Eliot... with his long fingers wrapping around Tyler... and that smirk on his face... Tyler had to stop thinking about his friends this way. He really had to get a chance to masturbate, and clear these thoughts out of his head.

For now, though, they were cleaning up from the night's dinner, spaghetti and meat sauce. Actually, Tyler thought, now's my chance. If he just slipped away, maybe said he was taking a shower, Tyler could do it in there.

"Hey, do you guys mind if I take a shower right now? I'm just feeling really grimy from the beach."

"Oh yeah, no problem, we got this," Hayden said

Tyler slipped away and hurried to the bathroom in Hayden's bedroom, rushing to take advantage of this opportunity. He slipped his clothes off, leaving them on the floor and stepped into the shower. Warm water covered his naked body, and he immediately began to touch himself. He got hard instantly, twitching from the days of pent up arousal and frustration.

He moaned a little, unable to help himself. Then he heard a giggle from outside the bathroom.

He couldn't quite see into the room through the misted shower glass and the slatted door to the bathroom, but the laugh had sounded like Eliot's.

"Hello?" Tyler called out of the shower, "Do you need something?"

"Oh, no, but it sounds like you do!"

Tyler's heart jumped. Eliot must have heard him moan, maybe even seen him touching himself. He didn't quite know what to say.

"W-What do you mean?" Tyler asked, and Eliot laughed again. Tyler opened the shower door a crack, and noticed that the pile of clothes that he had left on the bathroom floor were gone.

"Hey, where'd my clothes go?"

"That's what you get for leaving the dishes so you can do lewd things in the shower instead." Eliot teased.

"S-Shut up, I was not--" Tyler bluffed unconvincingly, "here, just slide my clothes back under the door and I'll help if you're so mad about it"

"Nope, you're just going to have to go get them."

Tyler waited a few moments, stewing in embarrassment. Maybe if he just stepped out for a moment and grabbed his clothes, Eliot would leave him alone.

He gingerly stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, and stepped into the bedroom. He shivered a bit, his hair still dripping and leaving him feeling a bit like a soggy animal.

In contrast, Eliot was sitting on the edge of the bed, put together in his casual jeans and t shirt. His blonde hair was neatly parted, and he was grinning smugly at Tyler. One of his hands rested on a pile of Tyler's clothes next to him.

"So, what do you have to say for yourself?" Eliot pushed further, grabbing Tyler's clothes and holding them away.

"I'm sorry for not doing my share of the dishes," Tyler sighed, trying to sound more exasperated than mortified.

"Aaand..." Eliot led.

"And what!?" Tyler was indignant.

"Aaand for doing what else, in Hayden's shower no less?"

"Shut up, Eliot, come on"

"I'm not giving you these back until you say it," Eliot pushed, grinning wider.

"A-And for... ugh... for masturbating in the shower... according to you, anyways." Tyler added defeatedly, blushing and feeling very self conscious, waiting for Eliot to return his clothes.

"Hm, not so convincing. Too bad."

Eliot moved rapidly and snatched the towel from around Tyler's waist, leaving his thin, still-damp body totally naked.

Tyler's legs went together right away, and he put his hand over his privates to cover himself.

"H-hey! W-what!?"

Under his hand, Tyler could feel that he was still hard. The humiliation of the situation, combined with his pent up sexual frustration, had not allowed his erection to subside since the shower.

As he stepped towards his clothes, still hoping to put an end to his embarrassment, Eliot tripped him. Tyler lost balance for a second, putting his hands out to steady himself on the bed. He realized, though, he was completely naked and uncovered now in front of Eliot. Eliot was looking down at his cock, which was hard and had a little bit of pre-cum pooling at the tip.

Eliot's smile widened, causing Tyler's heart to drop again, although he wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or something else this time.

Eliot laughed satisfiedly: "Hah, I told you I knew what you were doing. And you thought you could lie about it, huh?"

"Fine... I was too horny, so I went to the shower to masturbate. Are you happy?" Tyler's face burned.

Instead of saying anything, Eliot just smirked and reached out a hand, stroking Tyler's cock, from the base to the tip. His fingers glided over Tyler's skin without any pressure. Tyler wasn't able to suppress a moan at the unexpected touch. Already at the breaking point of his pent-up arousal, Tyler couldn't control himself.

"Why didn't you ask me to help then, Tyler? I obviously knew the situation you were in, anyways. All that squirming in bed, staring when we're on the beach, and trying to excuse yourself."

Tyler's brain felt like it was melting as Eliot's hand lightly stroked him again. He moaned, louder. Before the part of his brain that feels embarrassed and ashamed could tell him what to do, another part spoke for him.

"Help me then... just... keep touching me please..."

"Hmmm..." Eliot hummed, still grinning, "That's a good boy, asking for what he wants."

Tyler's cock twitched between Eliot's long, dexterous fingers, which were still grasping him lightly, easing off when Tyler twitched or leaked. Tyler wasn't being held in place, but he stood as still as if he were completely restrained, not wanting to move from Eliot's grasp. He whimpered quietly.

"Oh you poor thing... You've been so deprived, huh? Do you need this?"

Tyler nodded, breathing heavily.

"Use your words, pet." Eliot cooed, practically licking his lips as he watched Tyler attempting not to make eye contact.

"Yes... I need it, oh my god.... please Eliot, please..."

"God you're begging already? This is too easy, really," Eliot laughed, "I promise that I'll make you cum harder than you ever have. But first, you have to do what I say, okay?"

"Okay... what do you want me to do?" Tyler asked nervously, shifting in place and squirming a little now as Eliot removed his hand from Tyler's cock.

"First, you have to sit on this bed until you're not hard anymore. Assuming that ever happens." Eliot laughed, and pat the sheets next to him.

Tyler crawled onto the bed, and waited, trying not to meet Eliot's gaze. His mind wandered as he sat there, and the embarrassment and nervousness began to well up in him again.

By now Hayden must have noticed that they were both missing. If he came into the room and saw him--- what would Hayden think? To see Tyler in this position, saying these things to Eliot, even taking his orders?

"What's Hayden doing right now?" Tyler asked nervously.

"Oh, he's out for a walk." Eliot waved it off, smirking.

Noticing that Tyler was finally softening, Eliot took something out from under the pile of clothes on the bed. He took Tyler's cock in one hand and Tyler gasped, thinking that he would get more pleasure at Eliot's hands. But instead, he felt cold metal being slipped over his cock, and snapped into place.

"Ah-- Wh-what-- wait what are you doing?"

Eliot smiled again, removing his hand and revealing that Tyler's cock was now contained in a small, metal chastity device. It was fastened securely around the base of his cock, preventing stimulation on his most sensitive spots. He wouldn't be able to get hard again with this on, let alone get the stimulation needed to cum.

"Look at that," Eliot cooed, "You're all mine now."

"I- I thought you said that you wanted to make me cum!" Tyler protested

"After- and only after- you do everything that I say."

"Please, Eliot, don't do this.. can't-- can't you just touch me instead? I need it, I told you..."

"Aww poor thing, I can still touch you--" Eliot dragged his fingers down Tyler's torso, from his collarbones down to his hips. Tyler shuddered, and then giggled as Eliot's fingers reached the soft skin of his belly.

"Ticklish? Oh, that's always fun." Eliot smiled, continuing to caress Tyler. His fingers explored down below Tyler's hips, to his upper thighs, and between. Tyler melted back into the bed, breathing heavily under Eliot's skillful touch, but only getting more frustrated. Unable to get hard, his cock leaked softly in its cage, and twitched when Eliot let a finger dance over his balls lightly, coaxing whimpers from Tyler.

"Please, can't you just touch me like you did before... what do I have to do before you'll let me cum?" Tyler whined

"That's a good question, Tyler," Eliot patted his head, somehow the most demeaning of all the things that had been done to him. "You can start by wearing this outfit I found for you in the closet."

Eliot stood up, and fetched something from the closet while Tyler squirmed on the bed. He looked up mortified when Eliot dropped the 'outfit' on the bed. It was a women's two piece swimsuit, in black. Tyler looked at it, hesitating. The shame and arousal in his brain were fighting again, but as he and Eliot both knew, one of them was in control of Tyler right now.

"Put it on, pet, if you want me to touch you. Or, I could just keep you locked up for the rest of the trip. Maybe even longer..."

Enough convincing for Tyler, he grabbed the swimsuit, and began to take it to the bathroom to put it on. Eliot grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Put it on right here."

Tyler began to slip the suit on. It was skimpy, and he wondered whether this was really something that Eliot had 'just found' in the closet or whether there had been more planning here. The bottoms tied at the hips, leaving Tyler's entire thighs and a lot of his ass showing. The bikini top sat flat over his chest, and it took him a while to get it tied off in back, something Eliot smugly neglected to help with, watching Tyler pathetically fiddle with the elastic strings.

"God, you're sexy." Eliot grabbed Tyler's hips to turn him around and get a look at his body from all angles. Although it was not something he would have ever chosen to wear, Tyler still found himself turned on at the idea that Eliot was actually attracted to him in this.

Eliot turned him away, and then Tyler felt his hands pinching his ass. The hands found a spot right at the tops of Tyler's thighs, and he yelped, beginning to laugh. Eliot pulled him back onto the bed and began to tickle Tyler's sides and tummy relentlessly, causing Tyler to cackle and roll around, laughing hysterically. The humiliation sunk in further. He was wearing a bikini, writhing on the bed, totally at the mercy of Eliot who was taller, stronger, and completely clothed.

"Hey, what's going on in there?" Hayden's voice called from out in the living room. Tyler's eyes widened. He had forgotten about Hayden.

"Oh, we'll be out in a second!" Eliot called back to Hayden. Tyler looked at Eliot, eyes wide.

"What? No, hang on, he can't see me like this. And-- you don't want him to know either right?"

"Don't tell me what I want, pet," Eliot scolded Tyler, squeezing his side and provoking another yelp, "If you're too embarrassed to let him see you in this, you better get comfortable with the idea of going another week and a half without an orgasm-- and I'll make sure to make it as hard as possible for you, understand?"

Tyler nodded anxiously, then corrected himself.

"Y-Yes... I understand."

"Good pet. Now come with me." Eliot stood off the bed, and walked out into the hall, with Tyler following meekly behind in his bikini.

To Tyler's shock, Hayden didn't actually seem so surprised when Tyler emerged into the living room behind Eliot dressed in a bikini. He just smiled and shook his head, exasperated.

"Alright Eliot, you were right-- I owe you fifty bucks. I was so sure he was straight." Hayden spoke casually, munching on potato chips and talking as though Tyler weren't even there.

"You know that I get whatever I want," Eliot laughed, looking to Tyler as he held him by the wrist, "Don't I, pet?"

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Tyler's arousal was still not abating, an hour later. Hayden had wanted to watch a movie, completely ignoring Tyler's near-nudity, and Eliot had agreed on both of their behalves. So in the dark living room, watching a movie with his friends sitting to either side of him on the couch, Tyler was fidgeting uncontrollably. He was still in a bikini, and the chastity device he was wearing pressed into his thighs.

He felt Eliot's hand trace up his neck and gently entwine itself into his hair. Tyler gasped as he was pulled over by the hair, ending up lying half across Eliot's lap. He looked up into the blond's eyes, which was a mistake, because when he saw Eliot smirking down at him he audibly squeaked. Hayden laughed under his breath across the couch.