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You reveal your cock to the receptionist. It's a little under 6 inches when erect, but only about 2 and a half when flaccid.

"Are you staying by yourself or with a partner?" the receptionist asks.

"It's just me," you reply.

"Put your clothes in here," she says, handing you a plastic container. "I need your name as well."

"John," you tell her, placing your clothes in the bin. The receptionist notices you still have your phone and wallet in your hands.

"Oh, you don't need those," she says with a laugh. "Everything here is included, and no phones just in case you tried to take pictures," she explains. Reluctantly, you surrender the last of your belongings and put them in the container. She takes the bin from you, writes your name and a number on it, and sets it on a table behind her.

"Lastly, we just need to get your cage! Do you know your measurements?" the receptionist asks politely.

"Cage?" you ask, having no idea what she is talking about.

"Chastity cages. They're required for everyone who isn't here with a partner." You are in shock, but have ****.

"About 3 inches, soft," you tell her.

"We'll get you a 2.5 and see how it fits," she says, peering down at your cock. "I see you're already shaved, so we don't have to take care of that." She opens a drawer on her desk, takes a small metal cage out of it, and hands it to you. You slip it on over your cock, and it locks itself. You blush, realizing how exposed you are with just this on.

"Step over here, John," the receptionist instructs, pointing to a spot against the wall. You comply, and she pulls out a camera.

"This will be used to help unlock you room," she explains before you can protest. She snaps a shot of your body, and closeups of your face and caged cock. When she is finished, she hands you a pair of flip flops, tells you that you are free to go, and unlocks the door using a button on her desk. You walk down the hall, intending to go to your room, but realize there is still some time left in the day.You decide to head to the beach. You exit the hotel out one of the side doors, and you take in the beauty of the island. There is a sign with directions to the shopping center, beach, and other hotels. You find the correct path, and start walking. You see a few women off in the distance, and you start to get excited. Getting closer, you can see that they are fully clothed! There are other groups scattered around the beach, and only the men are the ones without swimsuits.

You see a girl a few hundred feet away from you, and you start walking in her general direction. She notices you, and smiles. You wave, and she waves back. She starts heading over to you as well, and you notice her cute face and dark red bikini. She has perky B-cup breasts and a nice ass.

"I'm Callie," she introduces herself to you.

"John," you say. "It's my first day here."

"Me too!" Callie says enthusiastically. "I hadn't seen a lot of naked guys before coming here, this is a huge step for me," she laughs.

"Only a few people have seen me naked before," you tell her, "We're both out of our comfort zone." Callie giggles and steals a glance at your cock. You're still getting used to the feeling of being caged. Callie lays down on her towel, and looks up at you.

"What are you waiting for?" Callie grins. No way this is happening. You kneel down next to her, and realize there's no way you're going to be able to fuck her. Callie stares at you, and you get the idea. You put your mouth next to her pussy, and she pulls her bikini bottoms down. You start to tease her with your tongue, and eventually start to lick her clit. A few couples walk by and laugh at you. You blush, but keep going.

"Cumming soon," Callie informs you. She does, and you feel her juices in your mouth. She pulls her bottoms up before you even get a good look at her pussy.

"Thanks," she tells you.

"Do I get a turn?" you ask, half joking, half serious.

"This is a woman's pleasure resort!" she laughs. "Just be glad I didn't make you do anything humiliating. Look at that guy!" Callie points to a man who is bent over and being fucking by a girl with a strap-on. "You do know you have to say yes, right?" Callie laughs again.

"What happens if I don't?" you ask nervously.

"Humiliation, I think," Callie says. "They give you some kind of punishment, or they might even just send you home." You realize you're in for more than you bargained for.

"So, John," Callie says, "Want to head to my room? We could have some more fun there," she asks.