This story was posted at Telemachus12.com (link: https://www.telemachus12.com/shstories/varlance/varlance_danny_carmen_caged_index.htm?page=20250906) between June and September 2025. I originally wrote it as a series of Discord captions in the Homotextual Gaming Guild server.
The story follows Aussie travel influencer Danny Carmen as he struggles with being locked in a chastity cage.
Intro
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Kinks: chastity, straight to gay, humiliation, blackmail, bondage, oral, anal, spit
Chapter 1 – Caged And Collared in Paradise
“…And the Kuta Beach hotel here does a fantastic floating breakfast in their infinity pool,” I said into my phone camera. “I’m so pumped to show you guys tomorrow! Seriously, it’s pretty much a White Lotus experience here in Bali. No wonder so many of us Aussies come here on a gap year, right?”
The notification popped up on my screen just as I was about to finish my live stream on SnapChat. My smile faltered for a moment before I grinned extra wide and ran my hand down my exposed chest, nicely framed in the blue dressing gown. “See you guys and girls tomorrow morning!” I ended the stream, and then posted one of my thirst trap photos, the one with a sizable bulge showing under my tight denim jeans from yesterday, so it would be the first image of me that my followers would see on the app. Then I checked the notification as I headed to get the lift up to my suite.
I’d only been receiving these messages for three days, but it was already a familiar routine for me. Once I was safely out of sight of any prying eyes, I opened the message: “Danny! Great stream as always. Have any of your followers figured out that your bulge is from the cage around your dick? Remember, if you don’t want anyone to find out, show us again that you’re securely locked and we own you. Unless you’re ready to pay the full amount! Reply within ten minutes or the price of freedom goes up by 10,000 AUD. Your choice, Danny!”
I had no choice. Sure, with my blond, boy-next-door look and easy charm, I was one of the more popular travel influencers on SnapChat and Instagram, but that didn’t mean I could afford what my blackmailers were asking! The alternative, though, was too terrible to consider: if they released the photos and videos of me naked and caged – and by now they had at least a dozen, all clearly showing my face – my career would be over. No hotel chain or travel agency would partner with me again! ‘Aussie travel influencer Danny Carmen exposed as chastity-caged pervert!’ Fuck! Just one wild night partying at that club and I end up waking up in some shitty motel room, wearing this stupid cage, and sending humiliating photos every few hours to my ‘owners’ to prove I’m still wearing it!
But I had no time to waste on regrets – if I missed the ten-minute deadline, it would just make the situation worse. So I sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror, and spread my legs, pulling up the hem of my dressing gown to expose my dick, already straining in its tiny black cage. I opened the top half of the dressing gown, showing off the chain collar around my neck, secured with a padlock. I’d been warned not to remove that either, of course, reluctantly telling my followers I was wearing it as a symbol of my dedication to my ‘girlfriend’ back home in Brisbane, but no – it was just another sign of how I was so deeply and utterly fucked.
At least the collar could be removed easily – if I paid the ransom. As I adjusted my cage to get a good selfie, my fingers brushed past the hole where the lock was inserted. The cage had been secured with some kind of plastic contraption – something called a Permalocker, apparently – a little 3D-printed lock that went in, snapped in place, and couldn’t be removed again, unless I drilled out the entire thing. And of course, if I did that, the photos would be released and I might as well kiss goodbye to my career.
I couldn’t let any of those thoughts show on my face or my blackmailers would raise the ransom again. Blinking away the tears threatening to leak out of the sides of my eyes, I put on the bright smile that got me the most likes in my selfies, and held up my phone to take the picture. Still, once I’d snapped a few photos from different angles, I couldn’t help myself – my cock was doing its best to grow hard in its unyielding prison, and as soon as I had sent off the required selfie to my anonymous masters, the now-familiar perverse feeling of being utterly dominated and controlled rushed through me as I sank to my knees holding my aching balls until the rush of frustrated arousal subsided.
I’d only just gotten used to sleeping with the cage on, making the most of the hours in between waking up with aching balls. A cold shower and an early night beckoned – I didn’t want to look exhausted while streaming my floating breakfast in the morning.
Chapter 2 – The Gym Guys
The relaxing morning I spent streaming my floating breakfast – a fantastic spread of fruit, chicken with rice, and little cakes – helped to take my mind off the fact that my cock was locked away in a tight cage and I hadn’t cum in almost a week. Of course, there was nothing I could do, short of finding a spare 90k in my bank account and buying my freedom – assuming my ‘owners’ would keep their word…
Getting my workout in (and adding to my stash of shirtless selfies) always helped to lift my mood. I completed my final set of weighted sit-ups and was on my way to the locker room when I saw the cage check notification pop up on my phone. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed the timestamp – barely two minutes left to reply! I must have lost signal down here on the lower ground floor. Towel and water bottle in hand, I sprinted towards the nearest toilets, barging past two guys in the hallway with a hasty apology. I shoved myself into a cubicle and slammed the door shut, then turned round and leant against it to keep it closed as I hastily peeled my gym shorts down. I was freeballing underneath, so all I had to do was snap a quick photo of my caged cock from above. I managed to send the photo off with less than a minute to spare.
The two guys I’d pushed past were waiting for me when I exited the toilet. They were both pretty muscular and their tight tank tops were sweaty from exercising. “Hey, man, you look kinda familiar,” one of the guys said, sounding American. He had short brown hair and a seashell pendant around his neck. “Are you on TikTok or something?”
“No, I think I saw him somewhere else… maybe SnapChat,” his buddy said. This guy, who was maybe Latino or mixed race, was shorter than his friend, with spiky black hair and an impressive eight pack that showed through his top. “Hold on… I think I know you. That’s the Aussie dude with the locked neck chain I was telling you about. Uh, Danny something, Danny Carmen?”
I flashed them a quick smile. “Yeah, that’s me. Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m meeting a friend for lunch soon and I gotta get ready, so…”
The guys glanced at each other, and then all of a sudden they both reached for me and grabbed my arms, twisting one of them behind my back. They dragged me into the stairwell and up two floors to the business centre. I tried to protest but they twisted my arm painfully each time until I quieted down. They bundled me into a small meeting room and pulled down the blinds, so no-one would disturb us.
“Guys, please, let me go,” I pleaded pathetically as the American dude pushed me to my knees. “Why are you doing this?”
He ignored my question. “Open your mouth.” I did as he asked, wincing as he spat on me, hitting my forehead and cheek. His buddy did the same, managing to land his spit in my mouth – I tasted salt.
“We’ve seen you swanning around the place, doing your social media bullshit, and you know, the least you could do is make nice with your fans when they say hi,” the first guy said, while his friend pulled out a phone and began to record. “We just wanted to get to know you a bit. But if you’re gonna be an asshole about it, we’re gonna treat you like one. Now why don’t you show off that hot body for us? Strip down and let us see what you’re packing in your stupid bulge cocktease selfies, and then we’ll let you go.”
“No, please, I can’t do that, I can’t,” I pleaded. “Come on, guys, I mean it…” But they didn’t relent. Latino dude put his phone down on a chair and then they both came over and pulled me to my feet. They peeled off my shirt, and then pulled off my sneakers, socks and gym shorts. I stifled a sob of shame and despair as my caged cock was revealed, the tip already slick with precum.
“Oh shit! Danny Carmen wears a chastity cage!”
“Damn! So that’s why he’s always shy about showing off down there!”
“I wonder who’s got the key,” the American guy said, as he gripped the cage in one hand and inspected it. Wait – where is it? There’s no keyhole. It’s, like, sealed completely. How do you get this thing off?” He pushed me back down on my knees. “Oh, Danny boy, you’re one perverted little fucker, aren’t you?” He spat in my face again, and some of it landed on a low table next to me. “Did you do this to yourself? Or do you have a master or something that keeps you locked up?”
The guys continued to take turns taunting me before they began to tire of it. “All right, I think he’s had enough,” the American said. I nodded, hoping they would leave me alone, but then his friend shook his head. “No way, man. He hasn’t even said sorry for barging past us in the gym. I know just how he can make up for it.”
The Latino dude picked up his phone in one hand and peeled the waist of his gym shorts down with the other, to reveal his hard cock. “Come here and suck it,” he said. I sighed reluctantly, and shuffled over to him on my knees. And for the first time in my life, I took another man’s cock into my mouth and sucked it. It tasted of sweat, salt and musk, and – to my surprise – my own cock struggled to get hard as I debased myself bobbing up and down on the guy’s rod like a cheap porn star, my cheeks burning with shame, knowing my slutty performance was being recorded on camera.
He didn’t seem to want me to finish him off though, or maybe I wasn’t good enough at it, because he pulled out after a couple of minutes and stroked himself to a messy finish, grunting and gasping as hot strings of his jizz streaked my face and lips, some of it splattering on the table. I thought the guy’s friend would take his turn too, but instead, while the Latino dude tucked his cock away in his shorts, his friend laughed and took hold of my head, pushing it down to the cummy mess on the table. It was clear what he wanted me to do. I tried to hold my breath while I licked up the cum and spit, my dick straining in its tight plastic prison all the while.
“We’d better see you the same time tomorrow in the gym, Danny, got it? Or this video is gonna be posted online with your name attached,” the Latino dude said as they left me naked and kneeling in the room, laughing to themselves. I wiped the cum from my face with my gym shirt and then waited for a full minute before hurrying up to my room to take a long hot shower.
Chapter 3 – Meeting Merlin Moore
After I’d recovered somewhat from my encounter with the guys from the gym, I caught a bus down to Sanur Beach to catch up with Mark ‘Merlin’ Moore. He was another influencer and friend of mine from the Brisbane scene that I’d gotten to know for a good few years – he’d helped me get started with the basics of creating content and building a personal brand. I found him sipping a margarita inside a quiet beachside karaoke bar. With his deep tan, broad shoulders and curly dirty blond hair, he rocked a surfer-dude look that I’d personally seen turn heads. After Mark’s ex-boyfriend broke up with him, he started to get into posting nudes on OnlyFans, and the last time we’d spoken properly was when he was about to move to Singapore. I took a quick peek at his BlueSky – he was promoting his recent OnlyFans collabs with various mostly Asian guys.
He waved at me when he saw me approaching. “Danny! How are you? It’s been too long, dude!” I pulled him into a hug, and ordered myself a matching margarita, then we took turns to record ourselves with beaming smiles against the backdrop of Sanur beach for our socials.
“You look like you’re ready to hike Mount Batur,” I said, looking at the large backpack near his feet. “How long are you staying in Denpasar?”
“Still got two more days here, then catching a flight back home. Got some shoots arranged with guys in Singapore. Trying to get my earnings to the next level, you know? You should seriously consider joining OnlyFans, Danny,” he grinned. “Although I guess it might not be on-brand for you. But it’s good money, as long as you keep posting new PPVs, sorry, pay per view posts, and getting the leaked stuff taken down.” I nodded, thinking about how much I needed to raise to buy myself out of the damned cage – almost 100k at the moment, but it was barely three months’ earnings for some of the top accounts on OF…
Mark’s phone buzzed and he picked it up and checked the message. His face fell for a moment as he put his phone away. He laid his hand on my shoulder and gave me an apologetic smile. “Danny, it’s been good to see you, but I gotta shoot off. I forgot I had this tour booked and I gotta get back to the hotel or they’ll leave without me. But you should stay and finish your drink.” He hefted the backpack over his shoulder and headed towards the back of the bar with his empty glass, gesturing ‘text me’ to me as he left.
I watched beachgoers enjoying the sun and sand as I finished my drink (after posting a photo of it to my SnapChat Story). Then I saw a new message from my blackmailers: ‘Danny. Upstairs, small karaoke room. Strip naked. Put on the mask you’ll find there. And give us a show. Make it good and we’ll take 5,000 AUD off your ransom.’ I put my phone away, my hands trembling slightly, and looked around in case I was being observed. Then I felt a flash of anger at being used by my blackmailers for their entertainment. Still, it was a step closer to freedom, I told myself as I climbed the stairs.
Inside the room, I found Merlin – it was obviously him, even though he was wearing a leather hood and leather assless trousers and boots. His head jerked up when he heard me entering but he remained in position, on all fours, with a wide black leather paddle resting on his back. He’d set up his phone on a tripod to record video from behind and slightly above his ass. There was a black eye-mask hanging from the tripod. I put it on, then stripped, leaving my clothes out of shot. If I hadn’t been wearing the cage, I would have been rock-hard with anticipation.
I started by picking up the paddle and stroking his back with my hand. He tensed at first, then relaxed and grunted through the hood, wiggling his ass from side to side – making it obvious what I was supposed to do. I gave him a round of light, teasing swats with the paddle, alternating between his exposed cheeks, then moved on to firmer swats, turning his ass a deeper shade of red. He started to thrust forwards with each swat, so I moved my arm under his belly to stabilise him – and as I suspected, I could feel that he was wearing a cage on his dick. A quick peek from the side confirmed that there was no keyhole – Merlin Moore was permanently locked, just like I was.
The cage felt warm to the touch, and I realised that Merlin was enjoying his treatment at my hands. I grasped the end of his cage and rubbed my finger across the damp, sticky tip of his cockhead as I delivered a series of further swats to his ass. He began to moan, muffled by the hood, and thrust his caged cock into my hand. With a groan of pent-up arousal and despair, Merlin thrust forwards and jets of his cum spilled out of his cock and onto the towel, while he shook and struggled to remain upright. I massaged his balls until he had finished cumming, then knelt in front of him and peeled back the hood. He was blushing hard and his hair was matted with sweat. He didn’t seem all that shocked to see that it was me who was spanking him, although his cheeks reddened further in embarrassment.
I don’t know why I did it, but he looked so vulnerable in that moment, that I leaned in and we kissed hard, our tongues clashing, before he pulled away, got to his feet and stopped the video recording. I saw his eyes flick towards the cage I was wearing, but he said nothing. He gathered his clothes, the towel, the paddle and mask, and his phone and backpack, avoiding eye contact with me as he exited the room.
Chapter 4 – New Rules Apply
I tried messaging and calling Mark after the spanking I’d given him at the bar, but he wasn’t responding. I figured he’d probably end up speaking to me in his own time, and decided to head back to my hotel to plan some sightseeing for the afternoon.
There was another message from my blackmailers after lunch. It contained a link to Mark’s OnlyFans, where he’d posted a teaser about the video from the session. “Good job, Danny. We’ve taken 5k off your ransom. Just send us 87k and you can be a free man again! Actually, we liked it so much that we have some new rules for you, to get you used to performing with other guys!
1. When you send us photos of you locked in your cage, you must be naked and looking super happy and horny, like you were always meant to be locked!
2. Every day, one of your cage check photos must be taken by someone else. It could be a buddy of yours, a hookup, or just a random stranger – but we want to see that someone else is holding the camera, knowing that you’re caged. If they ask to keep the photo, you’re gonna let them do that. If they want something in return for helping you out with the photo, that’s up to you (for now!).
3. Once a week, we’ll send you a task to complete! For example, you might need to show that your ass is plugged when you take the photo!
We’ll add to your debt each time you break one of these rules!”
I read the message again, my desperation increasing. It was the second rule that concerned me the most. The cage check requests usually demanded a response within ten minutes, but I could never predict exactly when they would arrive or how many there would be in a day. There was no way to cheat, either. I had already tried taking a bunch of photos and sending them later on. My anonymous masters apparently checked the timestamps on the images – and had increased my debt by 20k alone for a previous transgression. It seemed like I would have to get used to persuading strangers to participate in my exposure. The thought of it terrified and excited me at the same time.
As if to maximise my stress levels, I didn’t receive any further cage checks all afternoon. I spent the time taking scenic photos of downtown Denpasar from the hotel’s rooftop bar for my socials, and then lounged around the pool. I had a long chat with one of the hotel staff, a friendly, flirty young woman called Raju who had been looking after me from day one, and cursed once again the fact that I was locked.
In the evening I went for dinner at the hotel’s restaurant. It was around eight when I finally got another message.
“Danny! You had a quiet day in the hotel today, it looks like! We hope the new rules weren’t responsible for that. You need to get back to your usual routine tomorrow, got it? No hiding, it’s boring. Now send a photo of your locked dick. The new rules apply! And this is your last chance of the day to follow rule 2. Let’s hope someone’s nearby to help! Ten minutes or you’ll owe us 10k!”
I had half-expected the message, so I immediately called the front desk and asked them to send Raju up to my room at once with some fresh towels. I paced up and down in my dressing gown, waiting for the knock at the door as the minutes ticked by. When it came, I opened it – only to find that it was one of the other hotel staff, a slim young man that I’d seen working the front desk. “Your towels, sir,” he said, his eyes drawn to the locked neck chain. “Raju is, ah, unavailable right now, but is there anything else I can help you with?”
I didn’t have time to consider any other options. “Yes, actually. Uh, I need you to help me take a photo.”
“What kind of photo?” he asked, curious. I stepped back into the room and he followed.
“I, uh, it’s for my girlfriend back home,” I said, my face reddening. “It’s a bit hard to explain, but I just need you to take a photo of me. Um, and it has to be obvious that it’s you taking the photo, and not one I took myself…”
He nodded, grinning. “Oh, that kind of photo? Okay, I can do that for you, sir. Where do you want to do it?” He stepped into the bathroom and put the towels down on a counter. “Maybe in here? She will be able to see that I was taking the photo in the mirror…”
“Yes, that’ll do.” I opened the dressing gown and tossed it on top of the towels, then sat on the edge of the bathtub and flashed him a smile as I handed my phone to him with the camera app open. “Like this is fine.”
His eyes widened as he took in my cage, then he smirked as he took a photo. But when I reached for my phone, he jerked his hand back and put it in a back pocket. “Hey! I need that!”
His expression was taunting now. “Your girlfriend can wait a bit, right? I want a few photos for myself.” I froze and allowed him to snap some photos of me with his own phone. “How about you sit on the side there, show off your chest and arms. Very nice.” He moved around me, taking photos from multiple angles. “Lift yourself up with your hands so I can see your dick. Perfect.” My cock tried to stiffen in the cage, and I moaned as my balls drew up tight against the ring, making my photographer snort in amusement. He flicked through the photos he’d taken, and smirked at me. “Ask for Sammy at the front desk if you want to do this again.” He took out my phone from his pocket and tossed it at me. I frantically composed a reply to my blackmailers and sent it just in time, and by then Sammy had left my room.
There was a new message notification. It was an email from an old address that I didn’t think Mark still used. He’d forwarded me an address in Singapore and a flight ticket for tomorrow afternoon. Perhaps I’d finally get some answers out of him…
Chapter 5 – Bullied at Breakfast
I didn’t get much sleep that night. I spent the time hunched over my laptop in the dark, trying to find out as much as I could about the address Mark had given me. It was a large house in a gated community called Sentosa Cove – the kind of place you had to be a millionaire or minor celebrity to afford. I wondered what Mark’s connection to it was. Perhaps he filmed his collabs there? The house had changed hands recently, but I couldn’t find anything about the new owner.
The other reason I didn’t get much sleep was that my cage was driving me crazy. When I thought about what I had been made to endure – having humiliating photos taken, being spat on, sucking cock for the first time – I started to get hard, and the cage tugged on my balls, a dull, throbbing ache that reminded me that someone else controlled my cock. I was also beginning to question whether I was starting to be attracted to guys. The fact that I had enjoyed being used by the Latino gym dude and his friend, and the kiss I’d shared with Mark, made me wonder if I was open to other possibilities…
I caught myself nodding off, and decided I’d done enough research for now. Lying on my bed, I tried to remember how I’d gotten caged and collared, but that night was still a blur. Mark had messaged me to say he would be coming to Bali for a few days, and mentioned some places he wanted to visit, including a buzzing nightclub in Seminyak called Sapera. “We should go!” he’d said. “They’re holding a once-a-month big party night – it’ll be wild!” He was due to arrive in Bali that same afternoon, so we made plans to go together – but then he told me his flight had been cancelled and he’d had to rebook for the next day.
Anyway, I thought I would check out the club night by myself, then fill in Mark on what it was like. I remembered watching some great cabaret performances on a stage and then dancing the night away to a DJ set in the main room. The clubbers were mostly men, although it wasn’t a gay venue. I remembered quite a few guys hitting on me. Then someone must have spiked my drink or something, because the next thing I remembered was waking up in a nearby motel afterwards, already wearing the cage and neck chain, and sneaking back to my own hotel once I’d felt steady enough to leave. And then the messages started – no going to the police, the initial ransom, the cage check routine – an expertly sprung trap.
In the end I didn’t get any sleep until the first light of another beautiful sunrise on Bali appeared outside my window. When I finally got up and out of bed, it was nearly eleven and I had missed my usual gym and protein shake routine. Fortunately I hadn’t been asked for a cage check photo yet. I showered and carried out my morning routine, then took the lift down to the hotel’s restaurant for breakfast – an Aussie-style big fry-up with coffee.
A slim young waiter in a crisp brown uniform approached me carrying a plate of hot food and as he got closer, I recognised him as Sammy, the hotel staff member who’d photographed me the previous night. He had a mischievous smile on his face as he put the plate down in front of me. The sausage and tomatoes had been grilled and arranged so that the darker charred areas of meat resembled my cock cage. “What the hell is this? You think this is funny?” I fumed, pointing to the offending items. “How about you take this back to the kitchen and make a fresh breakfast for me?”
Sammy was taken aback, but before he could respond, my phone buzzed with a cage check notification. Sammy’s eyes flicked to it and he must have realised what it meant when a look of horror passed across my face. He pressed his advantage. “That your ‘girlfriend’? Asking for another photo?” He sat down at the table opposite me. “Maybe you see what she wants?”
I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but he was probably right. I shot him a furious look as I opened the message. “Fuck.”
“Need some help?” Sammy offered. I sighed and nodded. He stood up and took my hand. “This way,” he said, and led me through a Staff Only door and up some stairs, onto a little rooftop area above the kitchen. It was surrounded on three sides by wooden fences and trees, with one side having a view over a small car park. “Here, we can do it here.”
I started to strip immediately, conscious of the time limit. Naked apart from the neck chain and cage, I stood in front of Sammy, hands behind my back. “Get on your knees,” he said, and I obeyed, looking up at him. He had his phone out and was recording. “Since you don’t like the sausage breakfast we make for you, you can have this one now,” he taunted, reaching down with one hand to undo his flies and pull out a short, thick cut cock. I wasted no time – I leaned forward and sucked his meat into my mouth, working the head and shaft with my tongue, holding on to his thighs with my hands to steady myself. He sucked in his breath as I teased his cockhead. After a few minutes, he put his hand on my hair. “Wait.”
He unbuttoned his shirt and opened it, revealing his lean, lightly muscled chest, and pushed his work trousers down. Then he began a slow facefuck. I focused my attentions on his head and shaft, worried about the time I had left, and finally, with a tight grip on my head, he grunted and shot his load into my mouth. “Don’t swallow yet,” he said, as he pulled out.
He made me wait on my knees with my mouth open and took some photos, then resumed recording. “Now you can swallow.” I dutifully complied, waiting for him to get dressed. Finally, he nodded. “You can get your phone now. I share the photos I took and you can do whatever with them.” I nodded gratefully, and composed a draft email on my phone, Sammy shaking his head in disbelief as I remained nude until my email was sent.
Chapter 6 – The Flight Safety Briefing
After breakfast, I returned to my room, packed my bag, and then checked out at the front desk. The hotel transfer van dropped me off at the airport and I proceeded through security. As I stepped through the metal detector, I felt thankful that they didn’t have full body scanners at the security check – I didn’t think I could handle any more strangers finding out that I was caged down there.
The flight over to Changi airport wasn’t too busy. I took some selfies in the departure lounge and posted them to SnapChat, ignoring a group of lads with British accents on a stag do who looked over in my direction and sniggered occasionally. At the departure gate, an AirAsia pilot with shades on was pointing at me as he walked through the gate. He looked a little familiar but I didn’t get a good look at him before he disappeared down an escalator.
Boarding started, and to my surprise, the airline called my name and asked me to talk to the staff member at the counter, a young Asian man who greeted me with a welcoming smile. “Daniel Carmen? I’m happy to tell you that your seat has been upgraded to business class.” He pressed a freshly printed boarding pass into my hand. “Enjoy your flight, sir!” I thanked him and proceeded to board the plane, where the welcome from the flight attendants – three of them, all guys, I noticed – was equally warm. I stowed my carry-on bag in the overhead locker and sat down, then checked my phone in case there was a cage check request or there was any news from Mark, but there wasn’t.
After another twenty minutes or so, everyone had boarded and the crew had closed the cabin doors. I appeared to be the only passenger in the business class cabin. That would make taking in-flight selfies a lot more convenient. I checked my phone one final time before putting it in flight mode. Just my luck – there was another cage check request in my inbox.
There was still some time before we were due to take off, so when the attendants were out of the cabin, I got up and made my way down the aisle to one of the toilets. I closed and locked the door and stripped naked as quickly as I could. Remembering to smile, as if I enjoyed being exposed as some kind of chastity-loving himbo, I lifted the camera up high and took a selfie, then emailed it to my blackmailers.
There was a knock at the door, and then – to my horror – it was immediately unlocked from outside and one of the air stewards poked his head in. “Sir, we’re about to take off. What are you doing? Hey! Get back to your seat, now!” He called his colleague over, and they practically dragged me out of the toilet cubicle as I scrambled to retrieve my clothes. My phone fell onto the floor and one of the stewards picked it up and put it inside his shirt pocket. Without letting me get dressed, the stewards shoved me back into my seat and phone-stealing guy held my arms up above my head. His colleague went to the row behind me and bound my wrists together with a heavy-duty plastic tie, which he then secured to something behind the seat that stopped me pulling my arms forward. Then they both stood in front of me and smirked as they examined my caged dick.
“I need to do the safety briefing now,” one of the attendants said as phone-stealer departed down the aisle behind me. From his air of authority I guessed he was in charge of the cabin crew. He looked to be maybe early thirties, probably of Chinese heritage, with slicked back dark hair, and somewhat jacked with a thick neck and biceps for a guy his size. He retreated to a small galley area and picked up what looked like a walkie-talkie.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard AirAsia flight AA42 from Denpasar to Singapore Changi Airport. On behalf of our crew, Captain Gordon Chan and First Officer Pablo Garcia Ramirez, and myself, your Cabin Crew Director Alan Lim, we would like to have your attention for our safety briefing. Please listen to your cabin crew as they review our emergency procedures.”
Mr. Lim put the walkie-talkie down and advanced towards me. “There are six emergency exits on this aircraft,” he said, looming over me and reaching down with his hand. “Two at the front.” He pinched my nose shut as I yelped in surprise. “One on each side over the wings.” He covered my mouth with his left hand while his right wandered down to my cage and his thumb rubbed against my piss slit, making me jump. “And two at the back.” He moved his hand underneath my balls and let his fingers tease my exposed hole.
“To fasten your seatbelt, insert the metal tag into the slot.” He grinned evilly as he picked up the metal tag from my seatbelt and thrust it into my ass, the cold metal making me gasp. He used the seatbelt from the seat to my right to strap me in at the waist. “Pull tight to fasten it securely. In the event of a loss of pressure in the cabin, oxygen masks will descend from above your seat. Place the mask over your mouth and nose like this,” and he produced an example mask and secured it to my face, muffling my protests. “Pull the strap to tighten it. For children and adults who require assistance, make sure your own mask is on first before helping them.” He adjusted the mask and tightened it further, the elastic digging into my cheeks slightly.
“Life jackets are under your seat. These have an attached light and a whistle for attracting attention,” he said, pinching my nipples and watching me squirm. “For take-off and landing, please make sure your luggage is safely stowed away in the overhead lockers or under your seat.” He squeezed my balls and tugged on the cage. “Please review the safety card in the seat pocket in front of you. We wish you a safe and pleasant journey from all of us at AirAsia.”
All the teasing and restraint, plus the thought of exposure to anyone that might walk through into the cabin, had me straining against the cage and leaking precum onto the red leather seat below me. But there was nothing I could do about it with my arms tied above my head, never mind the damned chastity cage. So I slumped in my seat in resignation and waited until we had taken off and the captain had started his welcome announcement.
I tuned out until I heard the Captain mention me. “…Unfortunately we had a delay of approximately twenty minutes prior to takeoff while the cabin crew were dealing with an uncooperative passenger in business class. We apologise for any inconvenience or delay to your journey.” Fuck, I was being blamed for delaying the flight!
Mr. Lim returned to the cabin. Ignoring me, he approached the cockpit door and knocked. The door opened and one of the flight officers stepped outside while the cabin director entered. Without his shades, I recognised him immediately. It was the Latino dude from the hotel gym.
“Danny.” He strode over to me and squatted in the spacious footwell to bring himself down to my eye level. He took off my oxygen mask. “Enjoying your free seat upgrade so far?” I glared at him, but he just laughed. He stood, gripped my chin and tilted my head up to face him. “You didn’t show up at the gym earlier. I was actually looking forward to our little arrangement. Anyway, I’m afraid you’re in big trouble. Disrupting preparations for takeoff. Refusing to follow instructions from cabin crew. Indecently exposing yourself in the cabin for everyone to see. I could hand you over to the authorities when we land at Changi Airport…” He slapped my cheek, not hard, but merely to demonstrate his control over me.
“Please-“ I began, but he cut me off with another slap.
“Did I say you could speak, bitch? I’m not done yet. So, what I want to know is how far you’re willing to go to avoid spending the night in a Singapore police cell. Alan and I are good friends, you see, so as long as I’m happy, and he’s happy, maybe we’ll keep all this between us. And I know Alan will be looking out for his crew as well. They’re both quite attractive studs, don’t you think? I hear they have bets on which one of them can make you cum in your cage when they fuck you.”
He stood back and folded his arms.
“So, will you be a good boy for me and the rest of the cabin crew? Or do we need to show you your place, and then hand you over to the authorities when we land?”
Chapter 7 – Loaded And Locked
I nodded, feeling helpless, but also extremely aroused by the prospect of being used without mercy by Ramirez and the crew. “Yes, I’ll be good.”
Ramirez beamed down at me. “Excellent.” He loosened his black and grey striped tie and removed it, leaving it on the window seat to my right. His crisp white shirt followed, then he shucked his shoes and socks and stripped off his black uniform trousers. He teased his bulge with his fingers before pulling his boxers down to reveal his erect cock, all eight inches of it, nestled in a short, neatly trimmed bush of black hair. A memory of being on my knees sucking it came to mind, and I blushed.
“Remember this? Yeah, I can see that you do. Lucky you, getting to experience my dick twice in two days…” Ramirez knelt and unbuckled my seatbelt. He removed the seatbelt tag from my ass, then stood, looming over me. He spat into his hand and applied the spit to his cock. I braced as he entered my hole, not bothering to tease me at all, and then he slowly pulled back and pushed in again, trying to open me up gradually. “Fuck, Danny, you’re tight,” he grunted. He lifted my hips and legs onto his waist so that I was sort of straddling him in mid-air, while holding onto the back of the seat with my hands. Ramirez pushed forwards again into my hole, getting his cock about halfway in.
“You ever been fucked before, Danny?” I said nothing, and he slapped me again, making me yelp in shock. “Answer me when I ask you a question,” he ordered, before letting go.
“I- no, I haven’t,” I said, my cheeks reddening.
“And what about yesterday? When you wrapped your lips around my dick? Was that your first time too?” I nodded, and he chuckled. “Oh-ho! I get to take both your mouth and your ass virginity, huh?” He pushed in deeper, and I moaned as I felt his belly touch my back when he fully inserted himself in me.
“Make all the noise you want, boy. If anyone in the next cabin asks, we’ll tell them you had too much to drink before the flight and couldn’t control yourself, even with your dick locked up,” he taunted me, making my dick twitch in the cage. “Yeah, I love hearing boys like you lose your shit when I make you cum hard around my big thick cock,” he continued, starting to work my hole with a slow but forceful rhythm.
He glanced up at someone behind me. “Jason and Cai are watching us. Jason’s the cute one with the round face. And Cai’s the one with the silver earring. I guess they’re waiting for me to finish so they can have my sloppy seconds.” He thrust deep into me as he spoke, lifting me by the hips as high as my bound wrists would allow me to go, and when I tilted my head all the way back I could just see the two leering flight attendants behind me, enjoying my debasement.
Ramirez held me there and continued to fuck me with long, deep strokes. “Oh… yeah… fucking tight… think I’m gonna… fuuuuck!” he groaned, and slammed into my ass one last time. I groaned and clenched my ass around his dick as he pumped his load into my hole. My caged cock was throbbing and aching against the front of the cage, and my balls were burning with the need to cum, but it wasn’t going to happen. I whimpered and arched my body to tempt Ramirez to keep going, but he just laughed as he pulled out of my ass and let me fall back onto the leather seat.
“How does it feel, Danny, now that you’ve been fucked by a man for the first time?” I slumped in my seat. “I, uh… good…” I managed to say weakly. Ramirez grinned, and then beckoned Jason and Cai forwards. I heard one of the stewards fiddling with my wrist tie and then a snip. I pulled my hands forward only to find that they’d released the fastening to the seat, but left my wrists tied together.
“Let’s play a little game,” Ramirez said, now fully dressed apart from his striped tie. “Jason, Cai, I want you boys to fuck Danny here hard and fast. Make sure to cum inside him when you do. A slut like him needs to learn to take multiple loads, right guys? Danny, your goal is to slow Jason and Cai down. Make it last as long as you can for them. If they haven’t both finished cumming inside you by the time I send Alan out of the cockpit, you win! And we’ll leave you in peace for the rest of the flight, I promise. But if you fail, we’ll come up with some new ways to make you suffer.” He finished putting his tie back on and nodded to the flight attendants. “All yours, boys! Load him up!”
I couldn’t help wondering if Ramirez had cooked up some scheme to rig the outcome of this game. I was also uneasy about how quickly things had escalated. The thought of eagerly trying to make the flight attendants seed my ass worried me, but it was better than failing and being punished further, I told myself, as I looked up at the grinning faces of Jason and Cai standing over me.
The flight attendants wasted no time – Jason flipped me onto my hands and knees in the footwell, pulled down his trousers and started to push into my already-fucked hole, using Ramirez’s cum to ease his cock in. He held onto my hips and started ploughing me. I tried to clench my ass and stop him from pushing into my hole so easily, but it seemed to have the opposite effect – Jason’s thrusts sped up and he murmured about how good my ass felt. He soon shot his load into me with a grunt, and pulled out.
Cai was next, and his cock seemed to be longer and less thick than Jason’s. He made me lie on my back with my head and shoulders up against the side wall of the cabin, and my ass facing up. He knelt in front of my thighs and picked up my lower legs, and pushed them up towards my shoulders, folding me over. He started fucking me in a piledriver position that had me struggling to find a comfortable pose.
If I thought I could slow down Cai’s fucking at all, I was mistaken – it didn’t seem to matter to him whether I relaxed my ass or tried to push or clench against his invading cock. If anything, it also seemed to encourage him to fuck me harder and faster. Cai’s cock sank into my hole for a final time and he laughed as his cock filled me for a third time with cum, and I cried out in frustration and need, my dick straining against its plastic prison all the while.
“Taking cock like a pro already, I see.” Mr. Lim and Ramirez were watching me. The cabin service director tapped Cai and Jason on the shoulder and they stepped back and adjusted their clothes before returning to the other cabin.
“Would you believe he was an anal virgin before he boarded this flight?” Ramirez said. “Or so he says. You know how it is with these influencers, always selling us the dream. Perfect bodies, perfect lives. He could be a filthy cock hound on the side.”
Mr Lim took up a similar position to Cai. He released his cock from his trousers and I saw that it was about as thick as Ramirez’s, with a prominent bulge in the middle of the shaft. He started to fuck me as well, shifting my legs to rest upon his shoulders, and putting his hands over my bound wrists to hold himself in position. I lay in place, letting him do what he wanted, whimpering occasionally as the cabin director’s cock brushed against something in me that made my arousal spike further. “He’s enjoying it a lot more this time, I think,” Ramirez said, and Lim grunted in agreement. As his orgasm approached, he pressed down hard on my wrists and sank into my ass, huffing and gasping as his cock pulsed and shot his load, before pulling out with a wet squelch and leaving me feeling empty and thoroughly used.
“So…” Ramirez began, squatting in front of me with a metal device in his hand. “You failed my little game, Danny. Just couldn’t help yourself, I suppose.” He touched the end of the device to my ass and slid it in gently, then cranked some kind of small handle on it. I felt it expanding inside my ass, and looked up at him, pleading. “What- what are you doing?”
He gave it a final few turns and then I heard the click of a padlock. “Lockable butt plug. Keeps all our loads inside you. We can’t have you leaking cum all over the seats, now. Passengers will complain.” He pulled me to my feet. “Now, it’s time for your forfeit. Shall we?” he said to Mr Lim, who nodded with an evil grin. “All yours…”
Chapter 8 – Caged in the Cabin
Mr Lim made me step into the aisle and face towards the economy cabin. “Let’s go, slut.” He nudged me along the corridor with his hands on my hips until I began to move. “Please, don’t do this,” I begged. “I can’t have people see me like this!” I stopped moving, but Mr Lim pushed me forwards relentlessly, through the curtain leading to a galley area. Only one thin curtain separated me now from the other cabin. “I’m sorry! I’ll behave for the rest of the flight!”
But Mr Lim ignored me, and peeled the curtain back as he pushed me into the cabin. I choked back a sob as passengers turned to look at me, their faces a mixture of shock, disgust and amusement.
“Is that the guy who delayed us taking off?”
“My God, he’s naked!”
“What’s that on his dick?”
“Fucking pervert!”
“He’s absolutely filthy…”
Mr Lim marched me down the aisle as the passengers continued to stare and a few took photos of my humiliation. We reached a seat that was attached to the back of the cabin, the kind that the flight attendants use during takeoff and landing, and Mr Lim secured my tied wrists to a small hook above my head, making sure I had no way to cover up my naked body or hide the cage. The seat had a clear line of sight down the aisle, which meant that anyone sitting in an aisle seat could turn around to ogle me. I blushed as a group of guys in the rows nearby, the stag do group, turned round to point and laugh at me. “Fucking hell, there’s something in his ass! Kinky fucker!” I blushed as someone else noticed a string of precum dangling from the tip of my caged cock, and took a photo of me.
Cai appeared from the other cabin carrying my luggage and a clear plastic bag that contained my clothes and phone. Mr Lim spoke to one of the guys who was sitting opposite me on the other side of the aisle. “Excuse me, sir, may I ask for your assistance? Please make sure that Mr. Carmen here receives his clothes and possessions once we land.” Cai handed the bag over, and the guy nodded. The flight attendants returned to the front cabin, and I looked over at the guy holding my stuff. He had picked up my phone and was holding it in his hand, trying to unlock it. “Hey, dude, please don’t touch my phone,” I said. He looked over at me, his expression neutral, searching.
“Mate, please,” I huffed. “Seriously, can you leave my phone alone?” I tried to sound seductive. “I’ll… I’ll do what you want if you do that. Anything…” I opened my legs wider and arched my back, showing off my body.
The guy was watching me with a look of derision. He was lean and wiry, maybe about thirty, and had one of those thin faces with short dark hair that was already greying at the edges. Perhaps he wasn’t part of the stag do group after all, but some of the group had turned around to listen to us.
“Firstly, ‘mate’,” the guy said, “I’m not gay. And secondly, even if I was, it’s not like you have anything to bargain with. You can’t fuck anyone while wearing that cage and you can’t get fucked when your arse is stuffed full, can you?”
“No, I know,” I stuttered, “but I can- I can suck you off!” Another look of disgust crossed his face, but I thought I also detected a flash of curiosity. “Mate, it’s different when it’s a guy sucking your cock. I can do a much better job ’cause I know how it feels on me.”
“And you’d know that, would you?” he said, eyeing my cage. “Jesus. How many cocks have you sucked? No, don’t tell me. I don’t care.” He stopped to consider the idea. “You’d better be fucking good at it,” he said at last, to chants of “Suck his cock! Suck his cock!” from the stag do guys around him.
Phones came out, recording my further humiliation, as the guy got out of his chair and stood in front of me. I stood up, feeling the weight of the plug tugging at my hole, and let the seat fold up against the cabin wall behind me, then sank to my knees, my wrists still attached to the wall above my head. There was another cheer from those watching when the guy pulled his half-hard cock out of his jeans and pointed it at my lips. “Go on then.”
I sucked the head of his dick between my lips, trying to bring him to a full erection, while he stood in front of me awkwardly, his hands against the wall for support. Perhaps I needed to give him some pointers. I let his dick slip out of my mouth. “I want to make you feel good,” I said. “You can hold me by- by the hair, move me onto your cock, fuck my throat – whatever you want,” and then I dove back onto his dick and tongued the shaft with renewed vigour. He moved his hand to the back of my neck and leaned in, his eyes closed, and I continued to service him enthusiastically.
There was an announcement. “Cabin crew, prepare for landing in fifteen minutes.” Tamping down my rising sense of panic, I redoubled my efforts on the cock in my mouth, but it seemed the guy wasn’t into it enough to cum. Eventually he stopped thrusting and just leaned forwards to impale my mouth and throat on his cock, forcing me to breathe through my nose as he pinned me against the wall with his hips, unable to free myself. “I thought you were supposed to be better than a girl at this,” he taunted me. “Bah.”
He pointed to my phone, which he’d left on his seat, and someone handed it to him. He flipped the front of it to face me, and I should have closed my eyes, but I didn’t realise what he was up to until it was done; even though I had a dick in my mouth, my phone recognised my face and unlocked. The guy grinned. I mumbled ineffectual protests, still gagged with his cock, while he flicked through my phone. “Jesus. You got a lot of photos of yourself here. It’s like, a fifty-fifty mix of you naked and caged and like, doing Instagram stuff. You some kind of influencer or something?” I tried to shake my head. Someone behind him said, “Yeah! I recognise him – he’s some Australian fitness dude called Danny Carmen!”
“Oh, right,” the guy said. “Never heard of you. But hey, let me help you out, ‘mate’. You wanna create some content to remember this moment? He held my phone above me and took some snaps of me still holding his dick between my lips, then did the same with his own phone, while I mumbled ineffectual protests. He finally pulled out, and sat back down, and I scrambled to my feet and awkwardly managed to sit back down on the folding seat, cheeks burning with humiliation.
Jason entered the cabin, preparing everyone for landing, and when he reached me the chatter around me died down as he took a seat in the staff area behind me. I felt every vibration, bump and bounce of the landing through my ass as the plane touched down on the runway. While all the other passengers gathered their bags and disembarked, some of them looking back at me in disapproval, I was left to wait naked in my seat as they filed past and out of the exit at the back of the cabin.
Eventually, Ramirez made his way through the plane towards me. He produced a pair of scissors and snipped through the wrist tie. “Danny, welcome to Singapore Changi Airport. We hope you had a pleasant journey with us. I know I did, and the cabin crew are pretty satisfied too,” he smirked. “You can take your stuff and leave now. I’ll even let you put your clothes on here so you won’t have to leave the aircraft in the nude.”
“Thanks for that,” I said sarcastically. “What about, uh, this?” I gestured to my butt plug.
Ramirez patted me on the shoulder. “You can keep that on a little longer. I don’t think you’ve earned the right to take that out yet.” He reached into a pocket and fished out a business card, then placed it in the bag containing my clothes. “Go and get dressed, check in to your hotel or wherever you’re staying, then go to this venue. Say around ten tonight. Then we’ll talk about getting that plug out…”
Chapter 9 – The Singapore Sauna
I got dressed in the empty cabin and then made my way through the airport, walking a little gingerly with the plug moving around inside me with each step. After going through passport control and picking up my checked luggage I stopped in a toilet cubicle to see if I could remove the plug without the key, but it was opened too wide inside me and the padlock stopped it from being closed back up. I’d received a cage check request as well, so I sent a locked selfie before I headed out, making sure the plug wasn’t visible in the photo – I didn’t need my blackmailers taunting me any more than they did already.
I took the MRT train and endured the wall of heat from the late Singaporean afternoon as I stepped out of the station and scaled the overpass to get to the hotel. I’d picked a budget hotel across from the causeway leading to Sentosa Island, a popular resort that offered sun, sand, and sea. There would be time for that tomorrow, though. I unpacked, showered, and ventured out to a food court for a quick dinner. Mark sent me a message while I was out: “Danny. Sorry to mess you about. Let’s meet tomorrow at 7pm, at the marina in Sentosa Cove. Opposite the pirate themed playground. I’ll explain.”
I sent Mark a brief reply, then returned to the hotel and changed into a vaguely discreet outfit of black jeans and a black tank top. At nine-thirty I was outside the venue on the business card Ramirez had given me – a gay sauna, with a distinctive red wooden door, down an alleyway off Canton Street. Inside, I placed my clothes into a locker, then wrapped a towel around my caged cock and plugged hole and ventured deeper into the building.
There was a large central room with a pool in the middle of it and wooden booths around the sides, and in one of those booths I spotted Ramirez, naked and chatting with two guys I didn’t recognise, both muscular and hairy with impressive beards. Ramirez saw me and waved me over. “Danny! Come and meet my friends, Alvaro with the headband on, and Phil with the shitty tattoos.” Phil flipped Ramirez the finger as Alvaro chuckled. “This is Danny Carmen, my favourite double-locked influencer! A real troublemaker, this one,” he said, smirking at me.
“Uh, nice to meet you guys,” I said. Alvaro and Phil smiled at me, then Alvaro winked at Phil. Phil patted the seat beside him and I sat down, careful not to put pressure on my plug.
“I think he wants the key, but he’s too shy to ask for it,” Alvaro said to Ramirez, who nodded, and took off a thin chain he was wearing, which had a small metal key dangling from it. Ramirez held it out in front of me. “This what you want, Danny? Well, let’s relax and have some fun first. I promised Alvaro and Phil that they would get to have a lot of fun with you. Why don’t you take a good look at them both and then tell me which of their dicks you like better?”
Perhaps Alvaro was right. I didn’t think of myself as a shy kind of guy – as an influencer I loved talking to people and showing my followers the cool things I got up to in awesome places all over the world. But being caged, plugged and thrust so deeply and rapidly into a world of gay men and rough sex and domination had – not surprisingly – massively upended the way I understood myself and other people.
Anyway… I leaned forward as if I was going to whisper my answer in Ramirez’s ear. “The dick I like best… is…” Ramirez was staring intently at me. “Phil’s!” My fingers closed around the key and I yanked it out of Ramirez’s hand. My towel fell to the floor but I didn’t have time to pick it up in my haste to get away. I ran towards the locker room and into a cubicle, closing the door and locking it. Sitting on a small bench, I tried the key in the small padlock that kept my butt plug inside me.
“Fuck… no, come on, fuck fuck fuck!” The key wouldn’t fit. Upon closer inspection, it was clearly a different material and design from the padlock. I whimpered quietly to myself as I realised I would have to return to Ramirez and beg him to release me after all.
Chapter 10 – Duped and Dicked Down
Ramirez, Alvaro and Phil were still chatting away in their booth when I re-entered the main room. Alvaro spotted me first and began to laugh hard as he pointed at me to Ramirez and Phil. “I’ve never seen someone with one of your plugs inside him run so fast,” Phil cackled to Ramirez. “Hilarious!” They eyed me hungrily as I approached Ramirez again. He had a wide grin on his face.
“Back again, Danny? I have some other keys you might be interested in stealing from me. Would you like to see them?” He held out his hand and I placed the dud key into it.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Please, can you remove your plug from my ass? I’m sorry I stole that key from you. I don’t know what I was thinking…”
Ramirez nodded. “You do have a habit of getting into trouble, don’t you Danny? It’s almost like you keep choosing the course of action that gets you into the most amount of trouble.” He chuckled. “Maybe you’re just unlucky. Or maybe… you need some more help cultivating the right state of mind for a little locked fucktoy. What do you think, guys?”
Alvaro and Phil both nodded in agreement, and I could see that they were starting to get turned on by the direction of the conversation. Ramirez continued, “You see, Danny, a locked boy is obedient. A locked boy respects their superiors. A locked boy isn’t allowed to cum without permission. A locked boy stays horny and focuses on the pleasure of others.”
Ramirez stood and pushed me gently to my knees in front of him, his cock inches away from my face. This seemed to get the attention of quite a few other guys in the room, and I sensed that everyone was waiting to see what Ramirez would do to me next.
“Now, I don’t know who put that cage on you, but I’m guessing they have similar rules for you. So, tell me, why should I unlock your plug, Danny boy?”
I looked into Ramirez’s eyes and, my cock straining in the cage, answered as best I could. “Please… unlock me so I can serve you and your friends with my hole, Master.”
Ramirez threw back his head and laughed, then looked at me with a mixture of amusement and genuine warmth. “I’m not your Master, Danny. I’m just a kinky fucker who got carried away fucking with a hot ‘straight’ influencer, someone that wouldn’t have given two shits about me a few days ago. But you can call me Sir if you want to. Well, that’s good enough for now. Follow me. No, don’t get up. Stay on your knees. Crawl behind me.”
He led me towards a shower area in the corner of the room and made me kneel under one of the shower heads, facing the wall. “Hands on the back of your head, Danny. Now lean forwards, rest your head against the wall.” I felt Ramirez tug gently on the plug and the click of the padlock unlocking. He turned the crank slowly, shrinking the plug, and then slid it out of me in one smooth movement, leaving my hole feeling empty. “You can stand up now. Clean yourself up. Give us a hot shower show while you’re at it. And then, since you like Phil’s cock more than Alvaro’s, I’d say Phil gets to fuck you first. Does that sound good?”
“Yes, Sir.” I stood and pressed the button in front of me to start the shower running. I turned around to face Ramirez and his friends. Behind them I saw that other guys in the sauna were starting to pay attention to me. A small crowd formed in a semicircle behind Ramirez as I washed myself down under the running water. I moved my hips seductively from side to side as the guys watched, some of them wolf-whistling me, and then turned around to show them my hole again, making a show of pushing my fingers inside myself. With one hand I reached up above my head, leaning on the tiled wall, while I arched my back and hips and tossed my head behind my left shoulder, giving Phil a ‘come-hither’ look.
“I don’t think I can wait any more,” Phil said to Ramirez. He stepped forward as the shower water shut off. There was a brief silence among the crowd when Phil reached me. He positioned the tip of his erect cock at my hole, then slowly leaned forward to impale me against the tiles. He gathered my wrists up above my head and held them there with his hand while he fucked me, his balls and hips making a slapping noise each time he thrust fully into my ass. “Fuck… your hole feels great,” he growled in my ear. “I’m gonna fucking seed your ass… Would you like that?” I whimpered as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “I said, would you like that?”
“Yes, sir, please, seed my ass,” I gasped, as the guys around cheered and laughed. Phil let my head go and pumped his thick shaft into me faster and deeper, until with a roar of pleasure, he came, his cock pulsing and shooting its load inside me while I remained pinned against the wet tiles.
Alvaro was next. I remained in position as he took over from Phil, using Phil’s load as lube to slip his cock into me. He was more forceful even than Phil, and seemed to enjoy making the front of my cage clack against the wall when he fucked me. Once he had cum inside me as well, it was Ramirez’s turn. I was released from my standing position against the wall and made to kneel in the middle of the shower area. Ramirez, Phil and Alvaro stood over me with their cocks out and I was ordered to suck each of their dicks, before Ramirez took me from behind and Phil used my mouth. Ramirez would reach down and squeeze my trapped balls while he fucked me, making me clench against his invading cock and massage Phil’s dick with my throat at the same time. Once they had both cum, Ramirez in my ass and Phil down my throat, they stepped back and made me kneel in front of Alvaro with my hands behind my back. Alvaro stroked his cock rapidly until he blasted his load all over my upturned face, to loud cheers from the guys watching.
While I was clearing Alvaro’s jizz from my face, I felt a tugging on my cage, and then the click of a lock. I looked down to see that Ramirez had pulled a small combination lock through the end of my cage and the edge of a grille over a drain set in the floor. “What are you doing?” I tried to stand up, but of course there was no way I was getting up with my dick padlocked to the floor of the shower area.
Alvaro handed Ramirez a black Sharpie and he uncapped it, then squatted down in front of me. Alvaro and Phil held my hands above my head while Ramirez started to write on my skin. “We were having so much fun using your ass that I nearly forgot, until Phil reminded me. You need to be punished for trying to steal the key off me, Danny.” He wrote the word ‘THIEF’ on my chest, in large black letters, and ‘LOCKED’ above my groin, with an arrow pointing to my caged cock. Then he wrote something on my forehead, and stepped behind me and the guys made me kneel on my hands and knees while Ramirez marked up my back. “It says ‘FREE USE’ on your lower back, Danny, in case you were wondering, and ‘COCKSUCKER’ on your face.” He slapped my ass and then returned to his place in front of me. “I’ve asked the guy at the front desk to let you go if you’re still here when he closes up. But you can undo the lock yourself if you want to guess the code. Of course, you’ll need your hands for that. I think everyone here has ideas for how to keep your hands busy…”
That was all the encouragement the men watching me needed. A couple of them came up to me and pushed me down onto the floor. I felt someone shove his cock into my ass as I cried out in surprise. I tried to get up, but another guy had put his bare foot on my neck while he slipped his toes into my mouth and made me suck on them. Someone grabbed my hand and placed his cock in my grip, and the same thing happened on the other side. The guy in my ass came with a grunt and was replaced by another person from the crowd, and so it went on, until I had serviced every guy in the room, many of them more than once. I lost track of time as men came and went, using my mouth or ass or hands to satisfy their lust.
Eventually the crowd thinned out and I was left alone to recover somewhat. I sat cross-legged on the floor and began to try combinations on the padlock. The lock finally clicked open after ten minutes or so, and I made my way to the locker room to shower and get dressed. “Have a good night,” the guy at reception said as I left the sauna, not wanting to look him in the eyes. It was around four in the morning by the time I made it back to my hotel room. I slumped onto the bed and went straight to sleep.
Chapter 11 – Behind the Curtain
It was already past two in the afternoon when I finally rolled out of bed, my body and hole aching from being fucked over and over again in the gay sauna the previous night. The memory of it brought my cock to an aching hardness in its tight prison. I groaned as I rolled over to check my phone. No new messages from Mark or cage check requests. The lack of communication added to my suspicions that Mark and my blackmailers were working together – waiting, perhaps, to see what would come of my meeting with Mark in the evening…
I showered, scrubbing hard to get rid of the degrading writing on my face and body, then got dressed and left the hotel. I bought some steamed pork buns from a little cafe, and caught a bus across the causeway to Sentosa Island. I wandered down from the bus stop towards Sentosa Cove, staying in the shade to avoid the heat of the day. I thought I should try and scope out the area before I met Mark. I also needed to update my social media channels – some of my followers had started to wonder why I hadn’t posted since I’d flown out from Bali. So I found a quiet spot on a sandy beach fringed with palm trees and took some shirtless selfies, explaining that I was taking a little detour from my Bali trip to visit a friend in Singapore, and posted it to all the usual places.
Scrolling through the comments underneath on my BlueSky profile, I noticed one that tagged Merlin Moore’s account and a string of emojis. Other users had added comments underneath: “Was it really Danny in that video?”, “I would’ve spanked Merlin harder!”, “Are they going out?”, “Is Danny really wearing a cage?” and so on. I considered deleting the comment chain, but it was barely worth it. It would just annoy those users while probably drawing further attention to my bulge (and not in a monetisable way). Wait, what was I thinking? Did I really want to become someone like Mark, making money from flaunting my body? I pushed the thought out of my mind. After all, I was a travel influencer, not an amateur porn star…
There was still plenty of time before meeting Mark, so I did some more searches for my name to see what was out there already. Fortunately, apart from Merlin’s spanking video, there didn’t seem to be any material that identified me specifically. A few people had posted on Reddit about the AirAsia flight – photos of me being marched down the cabin to my seat at the back, and sucking that asshole’s cock before we landed. I caught myself rubbing my cage through my shorts to try and ease my erection at the memory, stopping before anyone around me noticed. For now, at least, I hadn’t been named in those photos, although I remembered at least one passenger had recognised me at the time…
At quarter to seven I made my way to the meeting point. Mark was already waiting for me. “Danny!” He came over, hoping for a hug, but I pulled away.
“Danny, I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean for all this to happen. Well, not like this, anyway.” He turned away and leaned on a railing, looking out over the marina, which was full of small sleek boats and yachts. “I- I made a deal. Involving you. But that was a mistake, and I really regret it. Please.” He turned back to face me. “I’m going to make it right.”
I folded my arms. “So… you were in on this all along? What the fuck, Mark? This guy has all these photos of me caged and he wants 100k from me! Why the hell are you helping him? Is he paying you?”
Mark flinched. “It’s not- not like that. I’m sorry!” He looked genuinely upset. “I didn’t know what to do… I got caged as well, owed him a ton of money… He wouldn’t let me cum, kept me locked for weeks at a time! And you know how active I gotta be on OnlyFans! Fuck, I was getting pounded by all these hung tops every other day, but it just wasn’t enough, he kept asking me for more and more content, and my debt was getting bigger and bigger! I had no choice! I… I cut a deal…”
“A deal…” My hands were curled into fists. “Involving me?”
“Yes!” Mark said. “But that’s why I asked you to meet here. Please, Danny, listen to me! I told him I couldn’t stand it any more. That I should never have gotten you caged, and I wanted him to let you go. And Danny, dude, he said he’d negotiate with us if you came to Singapore and we all met in person. But I thought you’d be too pissed off to come if I told you earlier. Please, Danny, trust me, we can talk to him. Tonight, at the house.”
“…All right.” I said after thinking it over. “Let’s negotiate. So, you gonna tell me who this guy is?”
Mark looked relieved. “This way. I can get us past the security gate. Uh… his name is Jiang Liaobei. Master Jiang, we call him. He runs all these houses for camboys, in the Philippines, Thailand, Vietnam, places like that. He’s started to branch out a bit, acting as a manager for the guys like me who make content for him. Takes a cut of the profits. He likes to keep us caged so that we’re horny all the time. Keeps us motivated. Even lets us write up the cage check messages for the new boys. I think Teo and Wesley write your ones? Anyway, he made me sign a contract that says I have to wear the cage if he says so, but I’m also free to, uh, quit at any time…”
“As long as you pay him whatever he says you owe him?”
“An exit fee. Yeah…” Mark sighed. “But Danny, he actually keeps his word. He has all these guys that used to work for him that still come to the house to do shoots with us. And all of them said that they made enough money to pay him off, or they worked off their contract, and that was it, they were free to go. Some of them started out like me – they went and had some crazy night out and then woke up somewhere, wearing the cage.” Mark pauses. “It’s just… Master Jiang is serious about releasing your photos if you don’t settle up with him, or ignore the cage checks. So please, for both our sakes, don’t piss him off…”
We passed a security hut, where a security guard recognised Mark and waved us through, and soon we were walking up to a large modern house with a well-kept front garden. Mark took out a keycard from his pocket and waved it over a scanner. The door unlocked with a click and he took me by the hand and led me inside.
“Most of the guys are out in town celebrating someone’s birthday,” Mark said. “We should head upstairs-“
A completely naked jock with sculpted pecs and abs emerged from one of the rooms. “Hello? Oh, hey, Merlin! You’re back! And who is this cutie? Did you bring him here to have him fuck me?” He stepped over to a chair and knelt on the seat, leaning across the back of the chair, exposing his muscular, lightly furred hole to us. “What are you waiting for?” he pouted, glancing over his shoulder enticingly.
“Cameron,” Mark smiled. “This is Danny. He’s not here to fuck you – at least not right now. We need to talk to Master Jiang first.”
“Oh, okay,” said Cameron, standing up sheepishly. “Well, let me know when you’re done. I need someone to do a good fuck scene with for next week or I’m fucked, you know? I only just got out of the cage, too…”
I wanted to ask Cameron more, but Mark ushered me up the stairs. “We should talk to Master Jiang first.” We passed a bedroom with the door ajar, and through it I got a glimpse of a caged jock being railed by a man in a white bunny suit. “Not sure who the top is, but that’s Hyson Chin,” Mark said. “Met him in Taiwan last year. Some kind of big shot male model – has some arrangement with Master Jiang where he can unlock his cage if he has to do a professional shoot. Lucky bastard…”
Mark knocked on a door, then stepped back and sank to his knees, motioning for me to do the same. The door opened, and I looked up to see a middle-aged Asian man with a stocky, muscular build, wearing a black and silver shirt, black trousers and boots. “Come in, boys,” he said, flashing me a smile. “Danny. So good to meet you in person. You look much better than in your photos. No, don’t get up. Caged boys like you belong on your knees. Merlin, Danny and I are going to have a chat. Go and wait for us in the back corner. Clothes on the table, hands behind your back. You know the position.”
Jiang sat down in a dark red leather armchair and grandly swept his arm across to the chair opposite his across a low lacquerware coffee table. I sat, facing him, my hands in my lap. Behind Jiang I could see Mark, kneeling and naked apart from his cage, watching at us with concern.
Jiang began to speak, his gaze trained on me. “I said to Merlin that he could tell you whatever you wanted to know about our… business arrangements. Maybe first we make sure we are both understanding correctly? I… manage a lot of models like yourself. Some are camboys, some are on social media, OnlyFans, JustForFans, you know, all those sites. Everything completely legal. Signed contracts to protect everyone who works for me. I’d like that for you and me, Danny Carmen. You make content for me, I take a management fee, you keep everything else, and when the contract ends, the cage comes off and you can go back to doing what you do. What do you think?”
“I… what about my cage? All this stuff about a contact makes it sound reasonable and fair, but you’re also demanding a ridiculous amount of money to force me to keep wearing it. How can I trust you?”
Mark was frantically shaking his head silently, but I kept my attention on Jiang, who simply smiled, before putting on an expression of mock sympathy. “I was repeatedly informed by your friend Merlin that you were very interested in trying chastity – the full locked and denied experience, and a strict keyholder who makes sure that you stay caged all the time. Of course… if that was all a big misunderstanding… then Merlin needs to be punished severely for telling me all these lies…” Mark was trembling slightly, making me nervous watching him. “And then, maybe after I punish him, he gets so angry, he takes your photos and posts them online? Would be a real problem for you, yes? Are you sure you want to go down that path?”
I shook my head, feeling cornered. Jiang nodded and smiled beneficently. “Then let’s talk about happier news. Your video with Merlin was so popular! So many people bought it on OnlyFans, much more than we expected, and also on JustForFans! So, Danny, I want to offer you a contract to make more content with Merlin and all my boys. Maybe, for one year, and then we see how you get on. I know Merlin wants very much for you to agree. I told him that if you do that, I’ll unlock him and he will help you settle in to how we do things.” Mark was nodding, but he froze when Jiang turned his head slightly to glance at him. “Or, you can walk away, but if you do that, I will have to take out my disappointment on Merlin, as I mentioned before…”
Chapter 12: Danny Carmen, Camboy
“Okay, okay! I’ll do it. I’ll be your… I’ll make content for you. One year, right?”
Jiang nodded with a thin smile. “I’m very happy to hear you say that, Danny. Yes, we review in one year’s time. If then you want to leave, you can walk away.” He looked over to Merlin. “Merlin. The contract…”
“Yes, Master Jiang.” Merlin crawled across the floor to Jiang’s desk and picked up a thin brown leather folio and a pen. He brought them to the table and placed them in front of me. Jiang crossed one leg over the other and folded his hands over his knees, watching me intently. “Go on. Read it, take as much time as you need, and if you’re happy with it, you can sign.”
I picked up the folio, my hands unsteady. Three printed sheets of paper set out what Jiang expected of me and what I was permitted to do if I had issues with any of it. I was to create ‘adult content’ for Jiang’s company, LAD Media. This content could include but was not limited to – and then a long list of sex acts and fetishes – for my social media channels, and Jiang would take a thirty percent cut of the profits, but my reasonable limits would be respected. Jiang would assume authority over my work for him, and was permitted to use various methods to discipline me. I was to remain in some form of chastity at all times, unless Jiang decided to release me at his discretion. The contract would expire in a year from the date of signing, releasing both of us from our obligations, but I could terminate our relationship early by paying an exit fee, the amount to be determined by Jiang. “Can you explain this exit fee section again?”
Jiang nodded. “A fair payment to cover the cost of training, caging and maintenance, providing facilities, that kind of thing. It will start out being what you owe me as the ransom for your cage. Something to keep you… motivated.”
“I see.” I looked at Merlin. He was trying to maintain a neutral expression, but I sensed a tenseness about him that I interpreted as him wanting me to sign the contract. I hesitated, then picked up the pen and wrote my name at the end of the contract. Merlin took the folio from me and, still naked and kneeling, presented it to Jiang with both hands as if he was a human writing desk. Jiang signed it, and offered the pen to Merlin, who opened his mouth and gripped it between his lips before he closed the folio and returned it and the pen to Jiang’s desk.
“Now that we are done with the business arrangements, let’s begin your service.” Jiang stood up. “Danny, take off all your clothes, and then kneel next to Merlin. ” I did as Jiang ordered. My new… master? Trainer? – fastened a chain to the collar I was already wearing. Then he placed a hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Merlin, you’ve earned your release from your contract. Is this really what you want?”
“Yes, Master- Mr. Jiang.”
“Okay. I accept your decision,” Jiang said, sounding a little sad. After a brief pause, he continued, “But you’ll still help to introduce Danny to how we do things?”
“Of course, Mr. Jiang.” Jiang nodded. There was another awkward silence, then Mark stood and began to put his clothes back on. Jiang handed the end of my leash to him and Mark led me back along the hallway and down the stairs, Jiang following behind us.
In the main room where we’d met Cameron, there were maybe a dozen guys, mostly Asian, in various states of undress, lounging around on the comfortable sofas, chatting and laughing and flirting. They fell silent respectfully as Jiang stepped into the room and clapped his hands for attention.
“Thank you.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Boys, this is Danny Carmen, our newest member at Locked and Denied Media here in Singapore. He will be performing for us for the next year. Please make him very welcome.” There was a round of applause and I got appreciative looks from quite a few of the assembled guys. “And I have some additional news. Merlin Moore has completed his service to LAD Media, but he’ll stay with us a little longer. Although I personally will be sad to see him leave us, and the same goes for any of you beautiful boys, he has earned his release, and so, we must celebrate!” Another round of applause, and some cheers and whoops. “Everyone, get yourselves ready. I will call the club and take us there for ten o’clock. As usual, I put five hundred Sing dollars behind the bar for you all to enjoy yourselves.” While the guys chatted excitedly, Jiang whispered in my ear, “I’m sure you won’t mind if I take that out of your ‘exit fee’, Danny…”
A little while later, a black limousine pulled up outside the house, followed by four taxis. Master Jiang, Mark, Cameron and I took the limousine while the other boys piled into the taxis. There was enough space in the limo for Master Jiang to sit at the back with me kneeling at his feet while Cameron and Mark sat opposite. Once we got moving, Master Jiang took a bottle of champagne from the minifridge and poured three glasses, handing one each to Cameron and Mark. “To more locked and denied boys!” he smiled, and clinked glasses with the others before taking a sip.
“It wouldn’t be right for you to toast with us, boy,” he said to me. “As you are the newest member of LAD Media, tonight will be your ‘introduction’ to all of us. I expect you to offer yourself to everyone that wants to get to know you better. You’ll be streaming with many of these boys over the next year, and I want you all to get along.” He sat back and set the champagne glass down. “Now, it’s a twenty minute drive, Danny, so why don’t you start your service to me by getting your lips around my cock.” Master Jiang unbuckled his belt and pulled down his leather trousers to expose his veiny, half-hard cock. He looped the belt around the back of my neck and kept a gentle pressure on it as I sucked his shaft into my mouth, his musky scent making my cock stir in its prison.
While I bobbed up and down Jiang’s cock, he nudged a bag of toys with his foot and beckoned to Cameron and Mark. “Cameron, there’s a drill in my bag. Take it and – very carefully – drill the lock on Merlin’s chastity cage. You remember how, yes? Good.” He pushed my head down further, making me gag a little as his cock stretched my lips and kissed the back of my throat. “How long has it been since you got to fuck someone with your cock, Merlin? Two months, three?”
“Something like that,” Merlin replied. “Thank you, Master Jiang.”
“You’ve earned it.” Jiang tugged at the belt round my neck, pulling me back so that his fully hard six inches popped out of my mouth. “Danny, turn around and face the others. Now sit down on my lap and ride my dick.” I hesitated, and he slapped me – not hard, but fast enough to sting. “Now, Danny.”
“Yes, Master Jiang.” I turned round and slowly scooted backwards onto Master Jiang’s lap, trying not to bump my head on the limo’s ceiling. Jiang had a bottle of lube ready, and pulled me towards him by the hips. I felt the head of his cock poking at my hole and gasped when he pushed into me smoothly, filling and stretching me. Master Jiang exhaled quietly as he continued to slide into me until I was fully impaled on his cock. He caressed my stomach and chest as I relaxed my weight onto his lap, then curled his warm fingers around my chastity cage, hefting my balls up.
“Such a beautiful thing to see,” he said, “training a caged boy to enjoy being fucked. Unable to stroke yourself, shoot the load trapped in your balls. Go on. Fuck yourself on my dick. See if you can make yourself cum from riding me.” I did as he said, focusing my efforts on pleasuring Master Jiang’s rod and maintaining a steady up and down motion in the confined space. My cock tried to grow hard in the cage, and the pressure of it on my shaft was hard and warm, encouraging me to fuck myself on Master Jiang’s lap faster and faster.
We continued like this for a while, then Master Jiang pushed me down onto all fours and began to fuck me doggy style. “Let’s give Cameron and Merlin a good show.” He pulled my head up by the belt and I blushed when I saw the other guys watching me. Cameron had finished removing Mark’s cage and they were sitting beside each other, pants around their ankles, hands sliding up and down each other’s cocks.
Master Jiang let go of the belt and gripped my waist as he thrust into me one final time and shot his cum into my hole, shuddering and breathing hard, before pulling out. I waited on my hands and knees while he tucked himself away and took the belt off my neck. “Stay there until we arrive,” he said. “Beautiful…” I heard him pouring another glass of champagne and leaning back in the seat, feeling his legs on my back. While I remained on the floor as Master Jiang’s footstool, I felt increasingly jealous of Cameron and Mark, who had moved on to making out with each other, pressing their bodies together, shirts unbuttoned to the waist, Cameron’s hand palming Mark’s cock and Mark’s muscular arm wrapped tight around Cameron’s neck.
They didn’t get the chance to finish each other off, though, as the limousine slowed and stopped. Master Jiang led me by the leash, stepping out of the car and down onto the footpath. We’d stopped outside a row of little shops, at what looked like a butcher’s counter selling sausages and meats. Master Jiang knocked on a door and exchanged some brief words with someone inside. They laughed warmly, then the door opened fully and Master Jiang led me inside, Cameron and Mark following behind us, and behind them some of the other LAD Media boys who had also arrived.
The surprise, of course, was that behind the meat-shop facade, the place was actually a karaoke bar! Plastered over the walls were old magazine cuttings and photos of half-naked guys. A raised catwalk ran almost the full length of the bar, with tables and chairs on either side of it. “Hop up there, Danny,” Master Jiang said. He handed my leash to Mark, who helped me up onto the catwalk. There were perhaps ten or so other customers in the bar, and they catcalled and leered at me, seeing me on stage, naked and freshly fucked. I stayed close to Mark, unsure what to do, and he rubbed my back reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Danny, the guys and me will look out for you!” The nearby tables soon filled up with the other boys. “Time to get to know the others better,” Mark said. He led me by the leash towards the other end of the catwalk, letting the guys on either side feel me up as I crawled past them.
Drinks appeared on tables, a karaoke video started playing on a big screen, and the guys began to relax and enjoy themselves. Mark stopped at a table halfway down the catwalk and got chatting to two of the guys, a stocky Singaporean dude called Teo with a windswept kind of hairstyle, and his friend Wesley, a muscular, hairy jock from Canada with bulging biceps that suggested a serious gym habit. “Mark, these are the guys I mentioned earlier – they send you cage checks on Master- Mr Jiang’s behalf.”
Teo and Wesley looked apologetic. “Sorry, man,” Wesley said. “It wasn’t anything personal. Well, I mean, we thought you looked really hot in your photos, but I mean, Jiang asked us to do your cage checks and when he asks for something, he gets it…” Both of them were wearing cages like mine, and they enjoyed teasing my locked cock and balls with their fingers when they weren’t exchanging stories with Mark or making small talk with me. After a while, Mark moved me on, and I visited each of the boys’ tables, learning names, getting stroked and pinched and teased until I was visibly leaking with the attention I was getting and the exhilaration of being the only fully naked guy in the bar.
“How are you holding up?” Mark asked once we’d returned to the start of the catwalk. He handed me a fruity, fizzy cocktail I and a took a long gulp of it. “I’m all right, I think,” I replied. “Everyone seems… friendly?”
“Yeah, it’s a good group. Honestly, Master Jiang tries to run things like a proper business. Anyone starting any drama gets pulled up on it real fast. As long as you keep the collabs coming and promoting your socials, he’ll be happy.”
Someone finished singing a karaoke hit and there was a pause in the music. “Oh… I forgot to warn you!” Mark took the leash off me. “You’re up next!”
“Uh – what?”
“It’s karaoke, Danny! Go, get up on the stage. Look, Teo’s giving you the mike. Take it and get ready to sing!” I clambered up onto the catwalk and shuffled quickly along towards Teo, who handed me the microphone and slapped my ass at the same time. “Good luck, Danny!”
The music started – the intro to Madonna’s ‘Like A Virgin’ – and I did my best to sing along. Mark was motioning to me to stand up and dance, and then the entire bar seemed to take up the call. “Show us what you got, Danny!” Somehow, I made it through the song, trying to tune out my audience and focus on the screen with the lyrics underneath. But as the song came to a close, the guys nearest me started to climb onto the stage.
Teo and Wesley got to me first, and they took my arms and held me down in the middle of the stage on my knees. Mark, Cameron, and a few of the other guys who weren’t in chastity got up and stood in a semicircle around me, their hard cocks waving in front of my face, and it was clear what they wanted me to do. I leaned forward and sucked Mark’s cock into my mouth, working his dick until he was fully hard, then moved on to Cameron’s, a real thick cock that stretched my lips wide, then the next dick, which was a Singaporean twink’s, called Logan I think, and then another four cocks after his, and back to Mark. And so it went on, as the guys on stage used my mouth, making me the caged, cocksucking star of the bar’s live stage show.
Mark was the first to cum. He held the back of my head as he released his load into my mouth and I swallowed, and then Logan was next, his cock above my face, spilling his seed in spurts onto my nose and lips. Then Cameron, who added his thick load to Logan’s, and then the other guys, and by the time Teo and Wesley released my arms, I was a mess, cum slowly dripping off my face onto my chest and trailing down my body while my trapped cock felt as if it was going to bust out of its prison.
Mark led me off the stage and pressed a damp towel into my hands. I saw that Master Jiang was watching attentively from a seat at the back of the bar. He raised a glass towards me and smiled. “You did well, Danny Carmen,” Mark said, as he pulled me into a hug, He leaned in and kissed me, and – despite everything he’d done that led to me being caged and signed up as LAD Media’s newest camboy – everything that Master Jiang had put me through since Bali – I kissed him right back.
“Hey, Danny, I spoke to Master Jiang, and he says you’re free to do whatever you want until the weekend’s over. You just have to turn up at the house on Monday morning for your first shoot, which is with me… so… do you want me to come over to your hotel and spend the night? Jiang gave me your clothes earlier, so we can get dressed and go there right now if you want?”
“I… I think I’d like that, Mark. Let’s go.”
Epilogue
“Nathan? Oh man, it is you! I saw your Snap Story! How did you find Chiang Mai?” I set down my pina colada on the bar counter and pulled him in for a hug. Of course I couldn’t help noticing that he only pressed one side of his upper body awkwardly against mine. Still, it was enough for me to feel the impression of his neck chain through his white linen shirt. Mark’s younger brother was tall and lean with dark brown hair, eggshell-blue eyes like Mark’s, and the kind of zero-fat, narrow upper body that looked great in fashion shoots.
Nathan gave me a smile, although I sensed that his heart wasn’t really in it. “Hey, uh – Danny, isn’t it? Haven’t seen you since Mark’s birthday drinks.” He turned towards the bar and discreetly adjusted the bulge in his cargo shorts. “Yeah, Chiang Mai was fun. Went to an elephant sanctuary on my last day. It was so cool to see how they look after the elephants there. They wouldn’t let us ride them, though. Not like the one I went to in Phuket before I arrived here. Got some great photos for my private Insta…” I must have looked appalled for a moment, because he quickly changed the subject. “Hey, you and Mark have been together a while now, right? How is he? We haven’t been talking as much since I started college. What’s he up to?”
I sipped my cocktail before answering. “He’s actually in Ko Phangan for the full moon party with some friends of his right now. I’ll be joining him in a couple of days, after my photoshoot wraps up.” I didn’t mention that Mark’s friends were the LAD Media boys, but Nathan probably had some inkling. “Might hit the pool while it’s not too busy. You want to join?”
Nathan flushed, and I saw him fighting a familiar urge – the temptation to reach down and adjust his shorts again. “Uh – maybe later. I’m, uh, still exploring this resort. Still can’t believe I’m doing a photoshoot at the Four Seasons after seeing it on White Lotus… But anyway, I need to call the agency and figure out the details of the shoot. I’ll message you after?”
“Sure,” I smiled. “Unless I message you first.” Nathan nodded, and made his way indoors towards the hotel’s reception.
I took out my phone and opened my email inbox to the draft message I was working on. Unfortunately for Nathan, there would be no photoshoot. Just a five night stay at the Four Seasons in Koh Samui for the two of us (under separate bookings, naturally), fully paid for by LAD Media – Master Jiang’s reward for my loyal service, and a carefully orchestrated trap for Nathan Moore. Not telling Mark had been torturous, but he deserved it after cheating on me with Master Jiang’s newest performer, who’d promptly threatened to end the contract without paying their exit fee. Master Jiang had been furious. The draft message, personally approved by Master Jiang, just needed me to add a final line. “And if your photo doesn’t show you naked with your face visible, your ransom goes up by 5k. Plus I’m adding another 5k right now for the elephants, you asshole.” I typed with grim satisfaction, and tapped Send.
After finishing the rest of my drink, I stripped down to my budgie smugglers, the outline of my cage clearly defined through the tight fabric. I didn’t care who knew about it any more – I was proud of it now. Danny Carmen, the straight-acting travel influencer, was gone, yesterday’s news. Now I was Danny Carmen, the caged camboy slut, one of the top content creators at LAD Media. I lowered myself into the pool and swam a few laps, ignoring the occasional snicker or disapproving stare from a shocked hotel guest.
I emerged from the pool and towelled off quickly, then reclined on a vacant sun lounger and ordered another drink. My phone buzzed – a reply from Nathan, with a photo attachment. Shielding the phone from any prying eyes, I opened the message.
In the attached photo, Nathan was sitting on a toilet lid, naked apart from a chain collar padlocked around his neck, and the cage – in between the toned legs splayed widely, a gleaming prison of polished steel bars that sealed his cock away. Given Mark’s familiarity with Master Jiang’s methods, Jiang had chosen a particularly secure design, which was held together with E-clips: thin metal disc-like clips that gripped onto the joins between the cage and base ring and couldn’t be easily extracted (even with pliers) once inserted. Nathan’s cage would not be coming off without some serious cutting tools.
Nathan was smiling in a manner that would only look forced if you knew him well, his hands held behind his neck to expose his shaved pits to the camera. I could see beads of sweat dripping down his chest in the heat of the confined cubicle. Despite his predicament, his cock had swollen to fill the cage completely, his balls were pulled tight and there was a tiny bead of precum at the tip. Barely two days in the cage and he was already churning with frustrated need. Perfect. I forwarded Nathan’s reply to Master Jiang and to Teo, who would be messaging Nathan to demand cage photos when I wasn’t available. Three more days of humiliating desperation and zero relief awaited him, and at the end of it, I was looking forward to the look on his face when Master Jiang arrived in person to offer Nathan Moore a contract.