Locked for Life 13 - Humiliated at the nude beach

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Four months in. Four months of being caged, without ever getting hard, without ever cumming. To say I was horny would be an understatement.

On the bright side, we finally chose a date for our wedding! It was officially a year out, and we had spent the last few days preparing and sending the invitations. With that finished, Jason decided it would be fun to celebrate with a day at the beach. What I didn’t realize, though, was that he was taking me to a clothing-optional beach.

As we pulled into the parking lot, the signs gave it away. “Caution: Nude Beach Ahead. You may find naked sunbathers beyond this point.” My jaw dropped. “Why are we at a nude beach?” I asked.

Jason smirked. He finished parking the car, then looked over at me in the passenger seat. “It’s my treat to you,” he said. He opened the door and hopped out, so I followed him around to the back of the car to grab our things.

In the trunk was our beach bag, along with a cooler filled with drinks and food for later. “A treat?” I asked. “How so?”

My fiancé laughed at me. “Because I get to show you off to everyone here!” He heaved the cooler out of the car and placed it on the ground. “Now go on, strip out of your clothes. You’re leaving them in the trunk.”

“Jason!” I exclaimed. “You can’t be serious!”

He reached in and grabbed the beach bag, putting the straps over his shoulder. “Come on, hurry up. I want to get a good spot.”

I stared at him a moment longer, then exhaled softly. “Okay,” I whispered. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it in the trunk. I glanced back one last time, then dropped my swim trunks to the ground. Fortunately, no one else was in the parking lot at the moment. I bent over and grabbed them, then threw them in the back of the car and slammed the trunk closed. “There. Happy?”

“You look great,” he said cheerfully.

The walk to the beach was exhilarating. I wasn’t used to feeling so exposed, with a cool breeze touching places that usually never see the sun. I was in charge of carrying the cooler, and I held it in front of me to hide my caged dick. Being naked in public was embarrassing enough; I wanted to hide the fact that I was locked for as long as I could.

“This should be far enough,” my fiancé said after we walked a few minutes down the beach. The two of us dropped our things and began to set up camp. “This is nice, isn’t it?”

It’s worth mentioning that Jason was fully clothed. And I don’t mean “wearing a bathing suit” kind of clothed. I mean that he was wearing a swimsuit, water shirt, beach hat, and sunglasses. Meanwhile, I was completely naked. “Yes,” I said sheepishly.

“Oh, come on. Cheer up!” he said enthusiastically. “This is supposed to be fun!”

I felt humiliated, though I had to admit it was a bit exciting.

“I know what will make you feel better.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Why don’t we walk along the beach? Maybe say hi to some new faces?”

My hands immediately went to my crotch. “You wouldn’t,” I said.

“Oh, I would. And remove your hands, Grant. I don’t want you hiding that cute little dick. Now let’s go.” Jason set off and I reluctantly followed. Unfortunately, we didn’t get very far before he struck up a conversation with some nude beachgoers. A gay couple, from the looks of it. Both tan and muscled, both decently well-hung.

“Nice cage!” the taller one commented.

“Yeah, love that for you,” said the other. “How long have you been wearing that thing?”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” I said. My face was immediately flushed. Gosh, this was so humiliating. “Four months,” I muttered.

“What?”

“Four months!” Jason said proudly. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, a subtle way to show who was in charge. The message was clear enough: Jason owned my cock.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” the tall one replied. “I’m Liam, by the way. This is my husband, David.” David smiled and waved to us at the mention of his name.

“Nice to meet you both! I’m Jason. This here is my fiancé, Grant.”

“Still can’t quite wrap my head around four months,” David said. He shook his head in disbelief. “Do you ever milk him in the cage?”

“Never,” my fiancé replied. “Four months dry, without a single orgasm. I like to think it keeps him motivated. And I’d say he’s turned into quite the cock-sucker ever since I locked him up. Right, babe?”

My cheeks were pink before, but now they were bright red. I nodded, causing both of our new friends to laugh at me. Worse, I felt my dick beginning to enlarge, pressing against the walls of the cage.

“Look, he’s trying to get hard!” Liam pointed out.

“Aw, poor guy,” David said. There was a hint of teasing in his voice.

“Quite the cock-sucker, you said? Just how good is he?” Liam asked. Both him and his partner were beginning to get hard as they made fun of my caged cock.

“Oh, he’s amazing,” Jason said assuredly. Then he grinned. “Wanna see for yourself?”