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Chapter 3 So here I am still locked. Still confused about my feelings about said locking. Holding my phone and looking at the 3 notifications. Who do I open first? Do I call Johnny back and plan to get the key to my cock cage to get myself out of this situation? Do I see what my Mystery Italian sex god has to say? Am I ok with this? Through all of my emotions I know one thing for certain and it isn’t that I have to pay a therapist a shit ton of money to figure out my boycunt craves to be used and when it is the orgasm is earth-shattering. That I know for certain as I’m sitting here on the edge of the bed with the random strangers’ cum leaking out of my used and abused boycunt onto the bed making the bed have a wet spot that housekeeping would sure to know what happened here. So not ready to deal with either of these men I bit the bullet. I picked my Italian. Him: Good boy. I could tell you were new to being caged, but I didn’t expect you to last in it this long. Knowing this helps me gain interest. Him: “Yes” is not how you address a conversation with someone who will be taking up your thoughts every waking moment……Matteo is my name. Save it, memorize it, long to know it. Because I’m going to allow you to serve a purpose. Understand though we must meet and both come to an understanding. If you have no interest don’t bother texting me back. Reading that I threw myself back in frustration and my phone on the pillow. WHAT??!?!!?! UNDERSTANDING?!??!!?!?!? What on earth? Who is this guy? Who does he think he is? Does he want to own me? I’m a flight attendant, He must think I live in NYC. He doesn’t know what I want. He doesn’t even know me. But then my mind thought back to that 8-inch uncut monster of a cock attached to the olive skin body with Muscles. I was weak and my hole twitched spilling out some more of my earlier load. I could always call it off anytime I wanted right? He couldn’t completely control me. I at any point could jump on a plane, delete his number, and never hear from him again. I was a free man. Well as free as I could be at the moment with Johnny still having the key to the cage at this point. Nonetheless, I was able to make my own decisions. So let’s see what he has to say. What could that hurt? I’m off for the next couple of days. I could fly back to NYC and meet him. I had to get the key from Johnny anyway. So that’s what I will do. I’ll call scheduling and get released from my DeadHead back to Base and jump on a flight to NYC. I could be there by 5:40 if I got dressed in the next hour. I typed out a text to Johnny and sent it. Me: Hey I’m sorry I didn’t answer my hole took over on grindr. But I’m going to jump on a flight and come back to NYC, Might also meet another friend. Sooooooo if you go into the city take the key with you. I will meet you. Johnny: A friend????? Keys on my keychain so I have it with me. Me to Matteo: I’m willing to meet. I’ll be back in NYC tonight. Probably leave sometime tomorrow. Just know I’m a flight attendant so not always there if that changes things. I got ready and paid extra attention to my newly discovered boycunt while in the shower. It had gotten abused the last couple of days so I needed to make sure I gave it the respect it deserved. Packed my rollaboard, Put on my uniform that I started to like since it showed off my cage print slightly, and headed to the hotel shuttle to the airport. Landing In LGA I turned my phone off of Airplane mode to see if I had any texts from Matteo. I did, it was a link to a restaurant reservation for 2. Close to Chinatown. I knew the place I had walked by many times but never took the time to try it. Mainly since it was all booths with tall backs. Very intimate, and very dark. Seemed the place for dates not for going with crews or friends. Looking at the time I was happy I got ready at the hotel since I had exactly 1 hour to get from the airport to the restaurant. But what will I do with my luggage? Guess it is coming with me. So I changed out of my uniform and into the nicest clothes I had with me. A pair of black skinny jeans that shows off my ass perfectly and my cage very obvious out the front. These jeans are almost painted on my body. Plus a white T-shirt and a black blazer. This will have to do. Now to grab a cab. Cab ride there I texted him. “see ya soon, got my bags with me since I hadn’t got time to meet you and go by the hotel” Pulling up to the restaurant I leaned up to pay the cabby and suddenly the door opened and it was Matteo. 6’3” man wearing this Navy 3-piece suit complete with a pocket square. That obviously was custom-tailored. It hugged the biceps on his arms perfectly, and the bulge in his pants was shown, This man knew he was wanted by women and men alike. So him looking this good in this suit was brutal to see. My cock began to strain again the confidant of the cage. But the biggest turn-on was his sent. If I was blind I would follow him anywhere just to smell him. He smelt citrusy, musky, and spicy, like he was fresh out of the shower but also like he had been out in the wild. It made my mouth water in a way he was substance and my boycunt pucker in an effort to be released all from the smell of him. I stood out of the cab between the car and the curb and tripped. I fell but Mataeo caught me with one arm and lifted me. Looked me in the eyes, and at that moment I could see his dark green eyes now in the light of the evening unlike in the club the other night. He spoke finally and the streets went silent from the people and the cars. “No need to fall for me just yet. You haven’t even had dinner yet”. My mouth opened to try and respond in embarrassment when he brought my face to his and kissed me gently but in a way that owned the action. He wasn’t reserved he was controlled. I was straining in my cage now, and he reached forward grabbed my crotch, and said “Perfect you are still in the mindset to serve. Let us get you inside and get you some food before we discuss our understanding.” About then he put his arm around me and led me to the door. Just when I realized my bags were still in the cab. I turned to look and about the speak when he snapped at the valet and spoke “Mr. Joy’s bags must be in the trunk send them to the house” To which I said “House? I haven’t even booked my hotel yet? Wait how did you know my last name? not to mention my first name.” Mateo cleared his throat and responded “Knowing things is my hobby, knowing you are my interest at the moment, and no hotel means you will be my guest. I’m used to getting what I want so please don’t change that tonight.” With the next thing he said he got stiffer, and its as if he filled his chest with air and got bigger but his eyes began to smolder like he could get set off of if I didn’t say the next thing right. “If all that is settled, we must get started with Dinner. I don’t see the issue if there is any?” Gesturing towards the door that was now being held open by a cute blonde-haired girl who was trying not to listen in. I shook my head yes not daring to lose eye contact. Mateo smiled and led me inside to a booth upstairs that was very private from the main dining room. Once getting to the table Mateo removed his jacket and then spoke, “Dinner? Drinks? Or your mouth on my cock before we eat?” I choked on the water I had been sipping on sitting down at the table. Snapped my head at him and saw he had his hand on his crotch massaging that trouser monster and it was not shy. Something inside me told me not to speak but to comply. My hole most of all was screaming to not be left out. But I sunk to my knees in front of that man and reached up to feel him. Unaware if anyone was in the room. But then began to look around to check nervously. To which he eased my worries by saying “I am the only person who is permitted to dine upstairs, it is my restaurant and we will not be bothered unless I request it, right now I request your mouth, so enjoy. Do what you wish to do, it might be the last time you control what you want to do in giving head”. I felt the desire I had to please this God start from my boycunt and work my way up through my spine till it reached my mouth, I started drolling and Then It took over. I unzipped him and reached in. The heat that escaped I could feel and it blushed my cheeks. Reaching in I learned he wasn’t wearing any underwear and I could smell him, not his cologne but him, A man. I felt the pubs that were short and tried to locate the tip to pull it out and release the monster from the confines of the suit pants. When he laughed the words “unbuttoning the pants might speed up getting him out”. Now kind of embarrassed that someone would question my abilities I sheepishly complied and had the drive to make it up to him that I knew what I was doing. So that is what I did, I released it and basked in the sight of it. All 8 inches staring at me, head arrow-shaped and echoed the ability to assault an opening and girth that I just perfectly could wrap my hand around, and my middle finger and thumb just barely touched. I leaned into the place where his leg met his goin and breathed deeply. Letting him fill my nose. His lightly trimmed pubs tickle my face. I moaned. He pushed forward meeting my face, and said “Memorize that smell, might be how you can tell me apart one day” It didn’t register with me but I did, I breathed in a couple more times while pressing his cock against the side of my face. But then he pulled back. Rested the tip against my lips and I could feel the wetness of his precum starting to drip out. I licked it and tasted the sweetness that started to cover my tongue which began to start a reaction in my body, It set a fire that was my hunger for him. It was like a compulsion. So I took him in my mouth and started to tease the tip with my tongue. Swirling it around the tip. He groaned deep in his chest, it fueled my excitement. So I drove down his shaft and started to bob back and forth taking more and more of him. I could hear him starting to breathe heavier. That’s when I took him in my throat. I willed my throat to relax and accept the length this God had to offer. Finally, I succeeded in planting my nose in his pubs smelling his natural scent. Licking his balls from the bottom. I reached up with one hand to start massaging them. With the other, I reached around to his ass. Pulling him even deeper into my throat. Looking up to him I heard him let out a breath he must have been holding. “You’re are doing so well. Now if a crossroad, you either continue with what you want to do, or you give over to me and permit me to use your throat” coming off his cock to the tip my throat juices sticking to his cock I just said “Use me”. He did, he started his assault on me. Going at my throat deeper, and deeper, with speed. I started to gag and he’d hold me on his meat. Telling me to relax and breathe through my nose. I would not give up. I would please this man. I could start to feel my knees beginning to ache. But the man I was servicing showed no signs of letting up. He was going fast and deep skull fucking to changing it up to shallow and slow blows. Saying things like you’re the best one I have found. Your throat is velvet. No one has ever taken me this long. I was covered with spit with it dripping down my chin on my neck and finally soaking my shirt. The tears coming from my eyes were the mystery. I still don’t know if it was from the occasional gagging or the pain in my boycunt from not being used. That’s when he slapped the side of my face and I snapped out of thought and looked up at him. “Get ready I’m about to give you your first course. He started getting faster and never left my throat. I could feel my face starting to turn blue from lack of oxygen and then his balls pulled up against his body and his head swelled up in my throat, and released multiple jets of cum. Pulling up so the last 3 coated my tongue. He pulled off and squeed the tip of his cock where a couple of drops came out and rubbed them on his lips. I licked at them to not lose them. He said, “Open your mouth and show me you swallowed my gift”. I quickly swallowed opened my mouth and moved my tongue side to side like I was being checked into prison. To which he zipped up and sat down, telling me “Go wash up, you must be famished”. I stood up brushed at my knees in case there was anything from the floor, and walked to the bathroom. Once inside I locked the door and looked into the mirror at my flush face and tear-soaked checks to the drying spit and cum down my neck. thinking to myself how could I lose myself to this man after only being around him for 10 mins? But then I tasted his cum on my lips and I know in my bones that ever his “understanding” is I would comply. I quickly grabbed one of the cloth hand towels washed my face and neck off in the sink and got myself ready to join for dinner. Just went my phone dinged in my back pocket. Opening it I saw Johnny’s text. Johnny: Hey, So I’m wrapping up in the city….Have you made it in? I have your key. Something in me didn’t care. I wanted to hear out Mateo first. Or did I? Was this too much? I looked at myself in the gold-framed mirror and could see the print of the cage. I wasn’t ready to end this. Something changed and I wanted to keep down this road so I quickly typed back Me: Hey no worries I can get it back tomorrow. I’m at dinner atm. Fingers crossed it ends well. Walking back to the table I was putting my phone away when Mateo said “That isn’t another man now, is it? I expect full attention when you have a mouth like that.” To which I just put my phone away slid into the booth and looked down. “I’ve already ordered for us, the chef is running by me new menu items, So we will be testing them out.” After eating my last bite of some type of fusion chocolate dessert I still can not pronounce I leaned back in defeat. We had so many types of meats and bites different salads, and fancy soups and I attempted to eat what I thought was a marshmallow, and turned out to be a warm townlet for my hands. I finally spoke up and asked “So what about this Understanding” to which Mateo whiping his mouth spoke up. Let’s first discuss who has your cage and what are your rules. Not knowing how to explain I just broke down and nervously explained from the beginning to him. He said he listened to me and then he pulled out his phone and did some typing with me sitting there in anticipation. Finally, he spoke “Someone else cage just won’t do. We are going to my condo there this cage will be removed and I will fit you with one I have the key, and as for the understanding we will build on it. You are a flight attendant. You can sleep around but you only get out of the cage with me. You are not to sleep with men, just fuck. Now it’s either yes or leave in the morning. Tonight you are my guest.” Something told me in my soul to just agree, so I shook my head up and down and said “Yes, Sir!” with more enthusiasm than I cared to show to him at this moment. Next thing we are in this towncar in the back with a driver. Mateo has his hands all over me. rubbing me with powerful hands and pulling up my shirt. Feeling my smooth skin he’s growling with a growing erection. How can he still be going? and after that meal. We pull up to a beautiful house and He is out of the car dragging me inside. Telling me where the shower is and pointing to a room where to meet me after you get prepared. The rest was a blur. I was in the shower getting ready one moment then next I opened up the door to see Mateo standing against the tall window with linen pants that practically show everything from the light shining through from the street below. Then it’s like he senses me and turns saying “Do you trust me?” Trust him? I barely know him……But I responded confidently “Completely” He came over with small bolt cutters broke the lock on my cage and took it off. I feel the air hit parts of my cock that have been locked away for days now. My bulge was smaller now, but still one most would be envious of. But something in me makes me look away from my cock and up to him. I had this feeling that had me unsettled and then I said “I thought you liked me cage”. He laughed and produced a new one. Said “I’m going to fuck you till you cum, Then If you still want to be caged I will lock you. I will own your orgasms, I will have you.” The way he said that had me jumping in his arms and he carried me to the bed. Laid me down and he explored my body, Licking my collarbone to my shoulder, then up next to my ears breaking into them telling me “good boy” then down my chest and stomach to my cock that hasn’t been touched in days. Engulfing it. While one was fingering my nipple, twisting and pulling to the point of pain, I couldn’t focus on it. All I could feel was my cock getting pleasure. I hadn’t felt this in days. It was sending me wild, I didn’t know how long I could last. Mateo was eating my cock like he hadn’t eaten anything in years. teasing the tip and licking my slit like he was sucking a milkshake through a straw, pulling my precum from my balls. Then he would go all the way to the base. I had not been this hard in days. My skin was pulled tight over my shaft and my head was a dark purple. It wouldn’t be long till I exploded. I was breathing so hard and gripping the edge of the bed and the sheets in the other. It was only seconds away from happening and He showed no signs of stopping. So I said “I’m…about…….to….I’m…about…” just went he let my cock drop from his mouth and pulled down on my balls to the point of pain. Stopping my orgasm in its tracks. I was mad! I leaned up and shouted at him “WHY WOULD YOU STOP!” To which he laughed and grabbed some lube. “Your hole needs attention too, Don’t worry This orgasm will be your last uncaged for a while, it needs to remain in your memory for some time. You need to know what I can give you when you deserve it” Dripping some cold lube on my crack and pushing my legs up just so my ass was tilted revealing my hole and legs spread. Working the lube into my hole while slightly playing with my shaft. Never fully gaining speed, just enough to keep me hard. But Then My Boycunt tried swallowing him, he’d pull his fingers away. He was driving me mad, I was trying to gain my cumshot and he was fighting to control it. Finally, he entered my hole with two fingers and I let all the breath in my lungs out, it was both shocking and rewarding Because he engulfed my cock again, just this time it was slower. Massaging my hole and loosening the ring, He stopped at the top of my cock, just the head in his mouth, and looking at me, His eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t look away. That’s when he grinned while on my cock and If I wasn’t feeling my hole being played with I would have come from just that man on my cock. But he added another finger and my head throw back against the pillow and he said “Relax feel good, but don’t cum yet” Then resumed his sucking and fingering my hole with 3 fingers for a bit and added his pinkey and His thumb was teasing my hole. I could feel it, he was good to stay clear from my love button, He knew it’d send me over. After a bit I knew we had to be at this for over 30 mins, I was covered in sweat and my whole body was tingling, I needed to cum. So I started begging, He then told me to relax and I willed my hole to relax. That’s when he got his whole hand up my boy cunt. The pressure was intense. I froze hearing the pop going over his knuckles. I screamed out in pain and leaned forward. I guess it scared him because he leaned up. I reached down and felt my hole stretched over his fist. He kissed my lips and breathed “Good Boy, Let it happen” I kissed him more, leaned back, and gave myself to him. He started to turn his hand inside me. The amount of pleasure I was experiencing from his hand filling me up inside and the assault on my cock was so much! It was painfully good. That’s when my boycunt took over. “Fist me babe, make me explode” He gunted and took over. His assault felt like a boxer practicing with a speed bag. I was thrashing in the bed, basically meeting his fist with every punch in. That’s when it happened. I started pissing, it flooded out of me, releasing more room in my opening for him. He looked up smiling at me, and said “Let go” That is all I needed I shot, I shot 6 times, the first landing on my face, and then proceeded to get higher, Landing on the wall, Soaking everything in in its path. I was seeing stars, I couldn’t feel anything except his fist, and my orgasm. It was so intense, I passed out. I lost consciousness for the 2nd time in my life from an orgasm. I have no idea how long I was out but I came to, The room was dark and I knew two things even with the room as dark as it was. 1 my hole was loose and still hungry, and my cock had something on it. Hard and constricting. I felt and knew it was a new cage fitted to me where the other had been. To be Continued……. This story has started taking a life of its own. So let me know if you want to hear about what Alan should do. Is he getting in too deep?

Hahaha, Can do! Will try and get my chapter 3 edited and posted by tonight sometime

Part 2 This is the second part of my story about how I accidentally got locked by a FWB in NYC. Here I am lying in this hotel room in Chicago. Knowing I have a flight later in the day that takes me back to base. The base where I live. The base that hopefully has a spare key to this cock cage. I haven’t looked at my phone as of yet but I know that on it is an unanswered text from my mystery man from the club asking me if I’m still locked. I’m just not ready to acknowledge to him that I am still in fact locked. I just need time to process what is happening. But most of all I need to cum. I can feel the strain on my cock and balls from now being caged for over 36 hours from my unexpected reroute resulting in me not making it back to NYC to be released. What on earth was I thinking? Why would I allow myself to stay locked for another day?! All that resonated in my head was that cumshot I had from getting my boycunt absolutely destroyed by that tall dark and handsome Italian. I slowly felt my hand that had migrated down to my taint and started feeling the outer ring of my hole. It was pouty, I knew without even looking it was stretched out a little still. It had been over 20 hours since I had anything in it. But the evidence lingered from the 5 loads I took inside the Eagle. That’s when I heard my phone ding. I froze knowing it was a text. Was it him? Was it Johnny? Was I ready to admit I liked this cage? Not to mention how my boycunt was still hungry? Most of all was I ready to admit that that anal cumshot I experienced was one that shattered mankind's history and would be heard of for generations to cum? Yeah, I’m not ready to tackle that thought just yet. I need to get this cage off. It’s messing with my mind and it’s only been 2 days. So I stopped exploring my newfound boycunt and reached for my phone. It was a scheduling update. My Trip that I was on was canceled. There was a Deadhead on my calendar sending me back to Dallas. There I would be released and have 2 days off. My mind went straight to Johnny and I knew then I had to plan to get my key back or hope I had a spare. Me: So I need my key. It’s got to come off if I have to go to the ER for help. If I don’t have another Key at home you have to meet me. Please………. I knew Johnny would take his time responding so thats when I texted my mystery man. Seeing that text again with the simple words of “Still Caged?” It’s like I could hear his voice in my head. Deep and raspy. Excluding the level of confidence that made my hole quiver. Something came over me, I felt the need to respond. For a lack of better words “please him”. So I typed out simply “yes”. I sat there looking at the thread trying to will the 3 little dots to pop up to show that he was typing but about 5 minutes later I gave up and closed out of that app. Laid my head back in frustration. At this point, I was fully aware of the tightness of my hole. The hunger from deep inside my opening. That’s when I opened up my grindr put back on that jock that hug my ass perfectly and exposed my locked cock through the fabric and snapped a picture. Wrote the headline with the two-eyes emoji with a padlock. Then started scrolling the hole time playing with my hole. That’s when I got my first message……. HungKink: ass up? Me: can be, I’m caged ok? HungKink: How many loads this far? Me: None today 6 the other night… HungKink: Wya? Be ass up cage out. I don’t have much time so let’s link. I started to hesitate was I going to do this? All I could see was this guy’s shirtless picture. Says he is 5’11” and 160 pounds. But something about the picture showed he was older. But I could tell he worked out. Kept in shape and I knew my hole was hungry but was I going to be this guy? Was I going to allow this man to come use me while locked? HungKink: sent me a picture of him holding the base of his cock with it pointing at the camera with a slight curve down. Big head turning a slight purple from him squeezing the base. The skin pulled tight down the shaft with this large vien doing down one side wrapping up to the top behind the head. with the text saying “Ready Now?” At this point, all hesitation went out the window…..I sent the location and the room number and jumped up to quickly shower. He told me he’d be there in about 20 minutes. I was drying off and pulling my jock back up when his text came in. HungKink: here coming up be ready I jumped on the bed and poured some lube on my hole and quickly fingered into me. I could feel my hole relax faster than I had in the past. Like it was finally getting what it wanted. It was turning into a boycunt. That’s when I heard the door push open. You could hear his steps walking towards me on the bed. Feeling the warmth from his body. But he didn’t touch me. He walked right past me. Towards the window in the hotel room. Pulled the curtains shut and all the light left the room. That’s when I heard him stepping out of his clothes and hearing the belt clinch against itself as he folded up his clothes and sat them on the armchair in the corner. My eyes began to adjust and I turned slightly to look in his direction. I could see the jeans folded and then he took off his shirt reaching up from the collar to pull it straight up and over his head. On his left shoulder blade was a badge of some type with a ribbon crossing the center from each side. That’s when I realized it was a Chicago Fire Department memorial tattoo. With how defined his back was I knew he had to either be on active duty with them or recently retired. Just then my boycunt made its presence known. It relaxed and gapped with a slight pop. He quickly turned to look and our eyes met. He had a salt and pepper haircut cut short around the sides into a fade and just a slight length on the top. He snapped “Look away now”. I ducked my head into the pillow and said sorry. He walked over and I felt that head of his cock touch my crack. It had to be as big as a cutie orange. The heat that came off that cock felt like a branding iron melting into my tunnel. That’s when there is added pressure from him pushing into me. I felt the burn, my hole was open but not enough to accept his massive tool. He leaned forward and grabbed the poppers and tossed them beside my head and demanded me to use them while he added more lube to his cock. Asking if I was ready and I couldn’t find my voice I just shook my head yes. “Take one more inhale.” He started pushing in, with no sign of letting up. I started wincing and a whine and whimpering just a little. But then he leaned over and grabbed my cage. He shook it, pulled it. rolled my balls to the point I was biting my pillow and that was when I realized he was buried to base in me. The slight pain I was receiving helped him reach my deepest ring. He let go of my cock and grabbed both of my arms pulled back my arms and it raised me off the bed. I knew it was going to be rough. Boy was I not ready. The power in his thighs proved he had spent countless hours in the gym over the years and he was making sure I was on the receiving end of that power drive. Once he pulled out completely I could feel the magnitude of his cock. It let the cold air fill me and I then realized I was covered in sweat and hungry for more. “on your back”. I flipped and almost threw myself off the bed I was so ready. He grabbed my legs pushed them back against my chest and put them together with my cage pocking out the back of my legs. Then he resumed his pumping. My balls were getting tickled by his pubic hair. Plus the slight curve up from his cock was hitting on my button. My boycunt was in full drive. It became slicker and open for this Alpha man. He had this motion that bucked in and up driving me absolutely crazy. He showed no sign of letting up and I was building. The feeling deep in my cavity of a boycunt. It was like a wind-up toy that was reaching its limits. My caged cock started leaking to the point it was almost like I was pissing. I was clawing at the bed and getting my head beat into the headboard with all his force. IT WAS HEAVEN!! My boycunt was how I was receiving this pleasure. I needed it. I finally screamed out “MORE, GIVE ME MORE SIR!” That was all it took. He started shaking my caged cock and rolling it around while giving me all of his 8.5 inches. Never showing a sign of fatigue. That’s when it happened my eyes rolled back I lost consciousness and my whole body shook. This orgasm was amazing but was only a 1/10th of what I had last night. But it was needed. I’m still not sure how long I was out but I became aware of what happened when he slapped my face and said “Are you ready for my load?” to which I still didn’t understand how I could respond but barely said the words “please sir”. He bred me deep, long, and pulled out and moved to give me the last two spurts of jizz in my mouth. Telling me to clean it up. I swallowed everything I could swallow. Licked at his cock. Until he started spasiming from sensitivity. He walked away and into my bathroom of the hotel for a couple of minutes while I lay there with the weight of my body melting into the bed. I was spent. If it was possible my balls would have shriven up from emptiness from the amount of cum that came out of me. It shook the bed and matted my hair on my legs. It was a badge of honor to serve that Firefighter. About that time he walked out of the bathroom and right to his clothes. No words were spoken. But as he got his belt on he walked towards the door and said “Your phone was ringing while you passed out”. As the door closed, I reached for my phone and had a missed call from Johnny and two texts from my Italian. To Be continued…….. ****Message from Me**** This has been my first attempt at writing a story for people to read. So far it is exciting. I hope it gives me something to do during my hotel stay. Let me know if you want to hear more or something different.

The time I accidentally got locked Let's start this off by saying I'm not much into Dom/Sub relationships but enjoy a little cock cage action. Now this is something I have just recently gotten into part of which I lightly would see videos of a cumdump wearing a cage that excited me but not all the leather BDSM part. I digress…..Let me explain who I am. A 28-year-old flight attendant with sneaky links in a few areas that I fly. Some I see occasionally and fingers crossed they will be free and some I text endlessly and we get together when I'm there. I'm a 5’10’ average build with light features and a bottom. The only problem is I'm a thick dicked hung bottom. To the part, I get told more times than not that I should be topping instead. (I hate topping) This was a couple of days before Pride in NYC and I saw on our company site a trip with a 24-hour layover in NYC 2 days in a row. This means that I work from my base in LAX to NYC on day 1 and stay there for 24 hours then I work a couple of flights and stay in NYC a second night for 18 hours. This was overlapping with Pride so I was excited. This would give me two days at NYC Pride on the airline's dime for a room. I got excited and texted my FWB I have in Long Island that I was coming and hopefully he would be available. His name is Johnny 5’8” 170 muscle top switch. Blonde-haired 7 inches. light brown hair covering his whole body. So I sent him the text that would forever be one of the biggest changes that unlocked the locked lifestyle. Alan (me): Hey guess who is coming for NYC pride? Johnny: you bb? me: yes it is! tell me you’re free. I have two layovers there for work Knowing how Johnny is he takes forever to text back and I love his carefree and bareback-only-rule lifestyle. I just crave how well he lets me be open about being a slut and doesn’t judge me. It’s almost like I crave hooking up with others in hopes he’ll want to fuck me more to prove he’s better. as I'm waiting I'm packing my bag to get ready for this trip. Started laundry for my work uniforms still disgusted by the recycled fabric they use to make them makes them boxy and hardly shows off the bubble but I so badly need to show off as it is my favorite feature next to my well-styled hair that always gets compliments. I start pulling out some boxers to reduce how much I'm taking with me because I'm going to replace them with a couple of jocks to wear during work into going out to help get me in the mood. when I hear my phone ding. Johnny: hey depending on what time you land I might already be at an event at the Eagle so you could come. but if you do bring your jock. they are having a jocks-in-jocks party. Holding my new nasty pig black and rainbow words I know would be perfect for a pride event so it seems way out of what I'm usually comfortable with since I will hook up in the dark, or open my hotel for the grindr hookup or bathhouse after a drunken night but to actively plan to go to a jock party makes me start questioning my average body and show I'm no longer my twink 21 skinny abs from not doing anything but just having a metabolism. I start typing me: never done something like that…….think I’d be pushing the jock part since I'm barely a hike unless it’s a hike to the next gay bar? How do you feel about this new jock I got? Would it be too much for a pre-pride party? Johnny: listen your ass will get more attention than my cock. so I’ll breed you the moment you get there. I’ll send you the details. Let me know when you land. I finished my packing and texted a little more with Johnny until I needed sleep before my 9:00 a.m. call time at the airport. The next morning I was about to leave for the airport when I remembered I should probably take some poppers with so went to my bedside table and opened the drawer and saw the cock cage I have worn once since I got it 6 months prior and snapped a pic to send to Johnny before running out the door. I’d be lucky to make it in time at this point on time. Me: Hey saw this and grabbed it? Think I should wear it? While At the airport we got a delay and wouldn’t be leaving until about noon almost 3 hour delay……..the worst but gave me time to play on Grindr and grab some breakfast. I scroll and see a profile that says “me, not you” Something about it was intriguing so I messaged him and found out he prefers caged or submissive guys. I had some time and remembered the cage I threw into my bag. So I told him about it. The response I got was everything I needed to hear to walk to the family bathroom in the terminal close to his gate Grindr guy - if you got a cage then I got a load Me - I have one in my bag that I have only ever worn once. any ideas Grindr Guy - I'm in the family bathroom come here I’ll put it on you and breed that ass before my flight. Me - what gate? Grindr guy - E21 eta? So I went I walked in and his picture was better but he was still hot. grey t-shirt that still showed off his tattoo sleeve and grey sweatpants joggers. That showed up in that semi I saw in the pics. He immediately asked for the cage I reached into my bag to pull out the pieces and he laughed saying “Usually people wear these or have a carry case of multiple options you must not have found the right key holder yet.” I asked “What does a key holder do?” he laughed saying “Never mind that drop your pants. I undid my uniform pants and he grabbed my junk rubbing some lotion he got from somewhere “Gosh that’s cold” I tensed up. “it helps you stay soft while getting the cage on easier.” about 3-5 later it was on and I could feel myself getting hard looking at the black plastic cage. My balls were pulled up closer to the shaft. I looked in the mirror at my side profile and could tell that the whole package stuck out further from my body. This probably would show in my uniform. just then I got a text from Johnny as the grindr guy was putting on the lock. So I saw on watch a little of what he said Johnny: yes wear it. You pig.... with the lock on the Grindr guy changed. it’s like he got bigger, even taller. I saw his shoulders roll back and then saw his eyes get darker like he almost was mad or hungry? Now that I think back he was hungry for release. I was the object that was going to provide it. At that point, he flipped me around and pushed me up against the tile wall in that family bathroom and pushed my pants further down and the jock about mid-thigh and felt my ass saying “fuck that ass feels better when it isn’t covered”. “you like being used?” I shuttered feeling his breath on my neck as he rubbed my ass with his cock and squeezed my cheeks pushing my caged cock into the wall. I responded “Yes I D..” he said, “Shhhh I don’t care about your response unless you don’t want to continue but the cage being locked already tells me what you need.” I just moaned into his hand as he pushed against my hole with his cock. Pulling back and adding more pressure. I could feel it slick and getting slicker. Thinking about what he said….is he right? This cage just feels good holding pressure on my cock that’s straining against it trying to get hard. As my mind realized how slick he was knowing he must have added lube and his precum to it. Because I felt the pop. he was in me. he wasn’t showing any sign of giving me a chance to adjust to his cock. it wasn’t huge but it wasn’t small. constant pressure at my hole and me standing straight up it was at the right angle to slide the entire length against my button. finally, he bottomed out with an “Ahhhh your ass is tight, better relax or this will only be good for me” just as we both froze when we head now boarding” American Airlines flight 2376 in service to Dallas. Which he responded with “well that’s me, was going to take my time so you came with that cage on but now I gotta be quick now since that’s my flight.” That’s when I saw starts as he started pounding my hole. I pushed back trying to lean over to give my hole a little relief from the constant assault on my prostate. It was almost painful but I could tell it wouldn’t last long given how rigged he was already becoming in the last 2 mins. I started to reach for my cock to help give myself some relief and that’s when I remembered I'm caged so I squeezed the hard plastic. It gave me some pleasure. Not enough to ease the assault on my boy boycunt.. “boy boycunt, why on earth did I think of my hole that way it was something I never have thought before” but I couldn’t think about that much because this grindr guy just went balls deep in my hole and grunted. one…two…three…deep thrusts and you could feel him release and then he relaxed on to me a little and could feel his cock pulse in me. About 5 times in total you could feel the pulse in me. I suddenly felt proud. Prouder than I have felt in most of my hookups. even though this time wasn’t great sex it only lasted about 4 mins. But I did that. My Boy boycunt did. He pulled out and started wiping his cock off with that shitty toilet paper from the public bathroom and pulled up his sweats grabbed his backpack and said “Got to go board, but don’t forget your keys to that lock (pointing at the counter where they set) later man, thanks” and turned to open the door and as it shut I was staring at the keys and could hear someone talking outside the door and realized the door was unlocked and there I stand in my flight attendant uniform cock locked and pants around my knees. Locking it, I could feel the cum dip down my back of the thigh and smiled. I got dressed and headed to the plane time to work. Reading the message I got from Johnny is where I started to feel the tightness in my balls……blue balls were setting in. Johnny: yes wear it. You pig. If you think you can wear it and keep it on while at the bar then do it. Bring the key though unless you can’t but let’s try it. Just then I knew I’d want to. I wanted to prove I could. After all the competitive side of my personality doesn’t like to be beat. So I worked. I felt it when I walked. I felt it when I leaned against the galley counter as turbulence happened. The worst feeling was when It was cold on the plane and the cage seemed to get colder. But the whole time my balls ached to release. But Ultimately I felt that drive to win…..I was gonna be a cumdump at the jock party, I’d not let Johnny down. well about 3 flights later we were checking into the hotel just off of Times Square with the crew. I quickly went up to my room to shower. Pulling off my boxers I saw the precum string from my trip to the wet dried spot and the crusty cum stain that had been leaking from the hole. About 45 minutes later, and on a subway ride I was walking up to the eagle door texting Johnny. me: I'm here, I’ll check my clothes in….meet you? or you meeting me? Johnny: There's a shot waiting on you here with me at the rooftop bar. I walk up to Johnny wearing nothing but my black tennis shoes, nasty pig pride jock, Ohio State football cutoff, and backward RVCA hat. thankfully I had my lube and poppers tucked into my sock. All while cage…with the key tied to my shoelace. I know the net fabric front of the jock showed off the lock perfectly. no turning back now all was what I could think. Johnny’s look was both jock and comfortable naked. He had light skin with the light redness of his cheeks from either the alcohol or he just got done fucking. Wearing this nice black and orange jock and chucks. I quickly learned when he hugged me and could feel his attempt to wipe away lube from his hands as he hugged me. I pulled back and laughed as he handed me a shot..once downed I coughed, and he laughed while saying “Devil's toothpaste” to get you in the mood. It was rumplemintz it always got me feeling more comfortable quicker. I admired his body and leaned in to order a drink as Johnny started feeling my ass. Finally, I was aware we weren’t alone in the conversation as Johnny said “Care to share him in a bit?” looking up I saw two more guys both with nerdy looks to them. but no stranger to the gym. These guys could have been twins I swear if it wasn’t clear they weren’t due to their height difference. I never got their names but we all dove into conversation. Most of theirs was nerding out on comics, and school since they were attending college in the area. I nicked and named them the geek twins in my head. I was hooked and ordered 2 more rounds of drinks and another shot. At that time Johnny noticed the lock and grabbed at the band of my jock and said “Let’s see” feeling the cold air hit my exposed caged cock. the two others that I have yet to introduce myself or them to me say “J you didn’t tell us you invited a cumdump” to which I blushed and he said “he’ll get more than he bargained for once I get his key for the night” I don’t know what crossed my mind but I leaned over and untied the key letting my hole expose to all three. Giving them a moment to look at the boycunt available to them. “boycunt there I was again thinking of it as a boycunt” I think into it. But leaning over also gave me awareness of my heavy balls. they were tighter than I’ve ever felt before. I handed Johnny the key, he laughed and he grabbed my hand and we headed to the stairs. Downstairs is the dark room. Not sure if the geek twins followed but I know Johnny was ready. So I was happy. the darkroom was just off the bar on the second level. a wall separating the dance floor. Johnny pushed me in front of him and reached around to pull the front part of my jock to the side exposing my cage. A couple of people reached out and squeezed it hurting my balls, or grouping my cage. Heard things “like let me know me know when you finish” or “he ready now” knowing they were talking to Johnny, not me. All while Johnny was playing with my hole. Lubing it up to correct. This dark room had just enough light spilling over from the dance floor and the faintly light bar that I could see about 50 people of different ages, and sizes, either cruising, on their knees, or leaning up getting serviced. couple of them bent over letting their hole be filled. But all I could focus on was my hole and the pressure that was Johnny’s cock. He was tender but oh so controlled. He pushed me forward two almost 3 steps grabbed about my hips pushed my shoulders over so that I was leaning over onto a wooden island in the center of the room. then magic. he started pushing into my boycunt further and then pulled out. it drove me fucking wild. The feeling in my balls was like a powerful magnet that just wasn’t strong enough to keep him going deeper. I reached back and tried to pull him into my. To which that attempt was met with him pulling out and leaning into my ear saying “Locked boys don’t get pleasure until the key holder says so, or provides it with a cock. that’s when he pulled out and I was wild, looking at him pleading for more. I was wound up It was hurting. Then he replaced and the moment changed to short quick pumps, that just got quicker, and then I released it wasn’t him this cock was longer and it was cumming. releasing and I looked back it was the taller of the geek twins. His eyes closed mouth open with his friend’s mouth on his nipple. He was frozen like that with his cock pushed deep in me. I could tell it had to be at least 7.5 inches but not too thick. But lord this man had to have about a 4 day load built up because I felt about 6 pulses of cum empty into my hole. He dropped his hands from my shoulders and Johnny held me up from the side arm under my chest but through the cutout side of my shirt as the second of the geek twins started to push in. This boy was thick when I say thick it also curved up and was wide. I pulled from him just as another bottom about caddy corner to me said: “Here use my poppers you can do it, especially if you’re caged, I’ve never been brave enough to try. but you are so do it.” I breathed deeply closing one nostril at a time with Geek Twin 2 eating at my hole and drooling all over it. I was hazy at this moment. Popper fogged at the help he pushed in again. this time I felt my boy boycunt open and I accepted his rod. He pumped deep and slow. Almost too slow. I was in putting my head into Johnny's armpit and he help my head until he jumped up on the island and sat with his hard cock out I knew what he wanted so I impaled my mouth on it and got to work. I just getting spit-roasted and gave Geek Twin #2 the image he needed because he sped up and I reached back and felt his thick thighs. I began having the sex sweats and he was too because about the 10 min assault on my boy boycunt gave me my reward he yelled, almost a scream out in pain and release as he busted his nut. about 3 strong pulses inside me. Just to pull out and have about 2 more shots that reached my hair and across Johnny’s chest which was what Johnny needed. He busted in my mouth and oozed down my throat. With Johnny just oozing down my throat I tasted his sweet cum, I could tell he had been planning on this party because his cum was sweet. He had been eating foods to help this. Most of all I could tell he had come already tonight because Johnny was usually a shooter. That turned me on knowing he knew to eat the fruits because I love tasting him but I love working his load out. Geek #2 stuck his cock back in me and road out the last bit of his roller coaster ride of a firework show. The thrust getting slower, more shallow. until he pulled out and Johnny asked me, “Break is needed and a drink, you coming?” I just looked around, leaned up, and stretched, and I felt those rounds of shots taking hold and told him. “10 mins at the same spot of the bar” he laughed, slapped my ass, and headed for the stairs to the rooftop. I looked around and saw him, a man tall at least 6 foot 3, and with a Dorito upside down triangle torso. No stranger to the gym but had lost his abs at his age. But couldn’t be more than 35. He was Italian, maybe something else but his dark features and olive skin pulled tight over his muscles called for me and my boy boycunt quivered. he started over to me and I bent down to grab some lube and poppers that I had brought in socks. While bent over he stepped onto me and dove two fingers into my boycunt and curved them down to hit my buttons and feel around adding more and more pressure to go deeper. This caused me to straighten up and he pulled my face into his boob and said 1 word slow, deep, and with a natural rasp that most men would try to imitate but only real men possess. “suck” when I tell you I sucked, tongued, and tasted that nipple and raked my teeth across that nipple until he had 3 fingers in me I could feel that stretch more now that the poppers had long worn off. I froze and he whispered “Use them” I didn’t know if he meant his fingers or the poppers so I did both….I brought the poppers to my nose and inhaled deeply 3 and 4 times in both nostrils. About the 2nd sniff of that brown bottle, I started to rock on his hand, I didn’t realize until an audience started looking at me that I was moaning into his boob and using that bottle while feeling his fingers in me. My cage cock at this point was spilling precum out like a faucet in wintertime with fear it is gonna freeze. it was dripping on his foot. To which He commented “You’re dripping more with 3 fingers in than with the 3 cocks you took. How about I add a 4th and see if you can take a 5th.” To which I inhaled the deepest I could and felt my throat burn and the hazy happen….between the poppers, the shots, and the fuck drunk he got them in but not past the knuckles. It’s like he was a professional, could sense my resistance since I’ve never been fisted or just wanted that ass of mine because he pulled out and scooped up some cum from the inside of me and brought it to my mouth. The taste of the geek twins’ loads mixed with my ass was all I needed to turn around and force his 8-inch monster inside my hole while licking at his hand and fingers like it was ice cream. He leaned his shoulder blades against the wall and angled his body out from the wall and I pushed my ass against him as he met my every thrust. This guy walking by leaned down and licked my precum from my cage cock during this and started sucking my swollen nuts. This drove me wild. I needed release almost more than I needed to breathe and it showed in how I sped up pushing against him. I was so close to having a hands-free orgasm just when he busted. He wrapped his arms around me causing me not to be able to control the speed or angle of his thrusting and blow his load. It was like one massive stream coming out of that monster. But my neck where it meets my shoulder and wiped his sweat from his forehead on my hair. I began to get mad, He stole my orgasm. My boy boycunt (at this point that’s what it was and I have accepted it) was vibrating almost and he laughed and pulled out while grabbing my hand. “I'm taking you to your friends you need a break or you won’t last in that cage.” I must have looked confused because he followed it up with “Don’t worry I have had my fair share of caged boys and can tell when they run for the orgasm instead of waiting till they are given it” We walked up to Johnny and the geek twins and he deposited me saying “Thanks for the hole, hope to use him again tonight”. I watched him walk back down the stairs and just push a shot in my hands and follow it with a cocktail. At this point, the shot took effect quickly and I was ready for more. The three of them fucked me right there, leaning against the planter just next to the bar on the rooftop patio. the whole time I hadn’t cum. I knew I needed it and Johnny was getting tired. I could tell. He asked me if I was about ready to go. Knowing I’d have to work the next day. I said my hotel is far I'm going to go look for that guy y’all can go. He agreed and said, “Text me when you wake up, I’ll come by the hotel before you leave for your day.” I was on a mission, it was about an hour till the bar is gonna close and I hadn’t gotten fucked anymore my balls needed release and my cock hadn’t stopped leaking. I was still searching for him. I was getting frustrated and decided to grab a shot and sit back and watch the guys getting sucked and blown. As soon as I set the shot glass down and leaned back to watch I heard him. “you finally stopped searching for your release.” I had my eyes closed but knew for certain that low raspy voice was him and I just nodded yes. He sat down on the bench that was built into the wall next to me and asked “Can you still feel my load” I had forgotten at that point about the loads I’d taken and reached back and felt my hole, it was wet and some cum had dried running down my leg. he then moved so fast and was all over me. Our mouths met and his fingers were in me and with the other hand, he started to bounce my caged cock and balls. I moaned out in pain and pleasure. until he squeezed just enough to make me freeze but not hurt. I looked him in his eyes just as he said “Give me your phone”…………I gave it to him unlocked and he added his number and texted himself. You will hear from me but right now I'm about to breed you while you cum. He picked me up and sat me on his lap and rubbed his cock on my hole. At that moment it was like my boy boycunt opened and sucked him in me. I lowered myself onto him and wasn’t going slow enough because he reached up and forced my ass up and breathed the words “slower or get off”. I then went slow. Molasses in the wintertime dripped faster than I went. This did everything to make sure the anticipation rose. I was shaking I was so excited for his cock. Finally, it was almost an eternity when I finally felt it bottom out in my boy boycunt he grabbed the back of my neck pulled me into him wrapped his other hand around my back, and held me down so I couldn’t ride him. He kissed me and invaded my mouth. I don’t know how long we kissed but I knew It was long enough for my lips to get raw from his stubble. That’s when It changed. He picked me up all while staying inside me put me on the bench with my head propped up against the wall and pile-drove my boy boycunt. His assault was both in time to the song and directed in a motion that took extra care of hitting my prostate. The slapping of his balls on my ass and his hips hitting my skin and my head hitting the wall gathered an audience. this didn’t last long and he knew because I had to be practically screaming in pleasure. After all, he said “Let it go, cum from your boycunt and I will grant you my seed” and I did. I shot and oozed and screamed in pain. It was so good. By far one of the best orgasms I have ever had and it lasted a couple mins. I must have started to pass out from it and him still pumping in me. That’s when we both felt it. A couple of guys started shooting all over me. From all directions. We looked at each other and laughed. He leaned in kissed me and said goodbye “I’ll be in touch”. I stayed laying there a second and let my legs fall and tried to catch my breath and that’s when the lights came on. So I pulled myself together the best I could and went to get my clothes. Bout 30 mins later I'm walking through the lobby of my hotel drunk, satisfied, and covered in cum. Thinking to myself sometimes being a flight attendant is one of the best things I’ve ever done in my life. As I fell into bed and passed out. I woke up the next day to my phone ringing. It was Johnny. I answered and he and I talked about last night. I rolled over and felt the ache of my cock. I was still locked and I asked more hoping he still had the key. He joked with me he must have lost them and after my minor freakout, he laughed and said yes. but seeing how freaked out I was he would wait till I got back to NYC the next morning to unlock me. I began to beg him to come now, I tried to make deals. Unsuccessful mind you. SO Johnny told me. You will go to work, You will send me a picture after your three flights of you caged. I will meet you at the hotel and unlock you and you can cum as I fuck you. Then we can go out and have some more fun at Pride. I had no choice but to agree. At this point, I had been caged for over 24 hours and I had to go more. I was frustrated but I wasn’t horny. I was still satisfied. I have never in my life gone the next day without wanting to rub one out the next morning after a hookup. But my mystery man did it. He got one of the best loads out of me and I wished he was here. I got dressed in my uniform and met my crew at the van to head to the airport. We were flying from LGA to ORD. Then from ORD to PHL. The final flight was PHL to LGA. But the weather had different plans for us. We made it to ORD and a storm happened. This is one of those summer storms. Came out of nowhere and was violent. Then my luck kicked in. My mother used to say “If it wasn’t for you bad luck you wouldn’t have any luck at all”. Well, that rang true. I sat in Chicago in a hotel, missing pride in NYC, and locked. I texted Johnny………………. Pissed off. Me: I should have never let you have the key. I'm not getting back to New York tonight. we are stuck in Chicago due to the storm. I need out of this cage. I need to cum. All day you have had me looking forward to it. Now I fucking can’t. his response was one I should have expected. A picture of the keys on his key ring and a laughing emoji. I was pissed. I was horny. I was locked………then my Italian man sent me a text. Throughout my sex-filled shot shot-filled evening, I forgot he got my number his text was him smiling and a message saying “Still caged?” To be continued……..

The time I accidentally got locked 
 
 Let's start this off by saying I'm not much into Dom/Sub relationships but enjoy a little cock cage action. Now this is something I have just recently gotten into part of which I lightly would see videos of a cumdump wearing a cage that excited me but not all the leather BDSM part. I digress…..Let me explain who I am. A 28-year-old flight attendant with sneaky links in a few areas that I fly. Some I see occasionally and fingers crossed they will be free and some I text endlessly and we get together when I'm there. I'm a 5’10’ average build with light features and a bottom. The only problem is I'm a thick dicked hung bottom. To the part, I get told more times than not that I should be topping instead. (I hate topping) 
 This was a couple of days before Pride in NYC and I saw on our company site a trip with a 24-hour layover in NYC 2 days in a row. This means that I work from my base in LAX to NYC on day 1 and stay there for 24 hours then I work a couple of flights and stay in NYC a second night for 18 hours. This was overlapping with Pride so I was excited. This would give me two days at NYC Pride on the airline's dime for a room. 
 I got excited and texted my FWB I have in Long Island that I was coming and hopefully he would be available. His name is Johnny 5’8” 170 muscle top switch. Blonde-haired 7 inches. light brown hair covering his whole body. So I sent him the text that would forever be one of the biggest changes that unlocked the locked lifestyle. 
 Alan (me): Hey guess who is coming for NYC pride? 
 Johnny: you bb? 
 me: yes it is! tell me you’re free. I have two layovers there for work 
 Knowing how Johnny is he takes forever to text back and I love his carefree and bareback-only-rule lifestyle. I just crave how well he lets me be open about being a slut and doesn’t judge me. It’s almost like I crave hooking up with others in hopes he’ll want to fuck me more to prove he’s better. 
 as I'm waiting I'm packing my bag to get ready for this trip. Started laundry for my work uniforms still disgusted by the recycled fabric they use to make them makes them boxy and hardly shows off the bubble but I so badly need to show off as it is my favorite feature next to my well-styled hair that always gets compliments. 
 I start pulling out some boxers to reduce how much I'm taking with me because I'm going to replace them with a couple of jocks to wear during work into going out to help get me in the mood. when I hear my phone ding. 
 Johnny: hey depending on what time you land I might already be at an event at the Eagle so you could come. but if you do bring your jock. they are having a jocks-in-jocks party. 
 Holding my new nasty pig black and rainbow words I know would be perfect for a pride event so it seems way out of what I'm usually comfortable with since I will hook up in the dark, or open my hotel for the grindr hookup or bathhouse after a drunken night but to actively plan to go to a jock party makes me start questioning my average body and show I'm no longer my twink 21 skinny abs from not doing anything but just having a metabolism. I start typing 
 me: never done something like that…….think I’d be pushing the jock part since I'm barely a hike unless it’s a hike to the next gay bar? How do you feel about this new jock I got? Would it be too much for a pre pride party? 
 Johnny: listen your ass will get more attention than my cock. so I’ll breed you the moment you get there. I’ll send you the details. Let me know when you land. 
 I finished my packing and texted a little more with Johnny until I needed sleep before my 9:00 a.m. call time at the airport. 
 The next morning I was about to leave for the airport when I remembered I should probably take some poppers with so went to my bedside table and opened the drawer and saw the cock cage I have worn once since I got it 6 months prior and snapped a pic to send to Johnny before running out the door. I’d be lucky to make it in time at this point on time. 
 Me: Hey saw this and grabbed it? Think I should wear it? 
 While At the airport we got a delay and wouldn’t be leaving until about noon almost 3 hour delay……..the worst but gave me time to play on Grindr and grab some breakfast. 
 I scroll and see a profile that says “me, not you” Something about it was intriguing so I messaged him and found out he prefers caged or submissive guys. I had some time and remembered the cage I threw into my bag. So I told him about it. The response I got was everything I needed to hear to walk to the family bathroom in the terminal close to his gate 
 Grindr guy - if you got a cage then I got a load 
 Me - I have one in my bag that I have only ever worn once. any ideas 
 Grindr Guy - I'm in the family bathroom come here I’ll put it on you and breed that ass before my flight. 
 Me - what gate? 
 Grindr guy - E21 eta? 
 So I went I walked in and his picture was better but he was still hot. grey t-shirt that still showed off his tattoo sleeve and grey sweatpants joggers. That showed up in that semi I saw in the pics. He immediately asked for the cage I reached into my bag to pull out the pieces and he laughed saying “Usually people wear these or have a carry case of multiple options you must not have found the right key holder yet.” I asked “What does a key holder do?” he laughed saying “Never mind that drop your pants. I undid my uniform pants and he grabbed my junk rubbing some lotion he got from somewhere “Gosh that’s cold” I tensed up. “it helps you stay soft while getting the cage on easier.” 
 about 3-5 later it was on and I could feel myself getting hard looking at the black plastic cage. My balls were pulled up closer to the shaft. I looked in the mirror at my side profile and could tell that the whole package stuck out further from my body. This probably would show in my uniform. 
 just then I got a text from Johnny as the grindr guy was putting on the lock. So I saw on watch a little of what he said 
 Johnny: yes wear it. You pig.... 
 with the lock on the Grindr guy changed. it’s like he got bigger, even taller. I saw his shoulders roll back and then saw his eyes get darker like he almost was mad or hungry? Now that I think back he was hungry for release. I was the object that was going to provide it. At that point, he flipped me around and pushed me up against the tile wall in that family bathroom and pushed my pants further down and the jock about mid-thigh and felt my ass saying “fuck that ass feels better when it isn’t covered”. 
 “you like being used?” 
 I shuttered feeling his breath on my neck as he rubbed my ass with his cock and squeezed my cheeks pushing my caged cock into the wall. 
 I responded “Yes I D..” he said, “Shhhh I don’t care about your response unless you don’t want to continue but the cage being locked already tells me what you need.” 
 I just moaned into his hand as he pushed against my hole with his cock. Pulling back and adding more pressure. I could feel it slick and getting slicker. Thinking about what he said….is he right? This cage just feels good holding pressure on my cock that’s straining against it trying to get hard. As my mind realized how slick he is knowing he must have added lube and his precum adding to it. Because I felt the pop. he was in me. he wasn’t showing any sign of giving me a chance to adjust to his cock. it wasn’t huge but it defiantly wasn’t small. constant pressure at my hole and me standing straight up it was at the right angle to slide the entire length against my button. 
 finally, he bottomed out with an “Ahhhh your ass is tight, better relax or this will only be good for me” just as we both froze when we head now boarding” American Airlines flight 2376 in service to Dallas. Which he responded with “well that’s me, was going to take my time so you came with that cage on but now I gotta be quick now since that’s my flight.” That’s when I saw starts as he started pounding my hole. I pushed back trying to lean over to give my hole a little relief from the constant assault on my prostate. It was almost painful but I could tell it wouldn’t last long given how rigged he was already becoming in the last 2 mins. I started to reach for my cock to help give myself some relief and that’s when I remembered I'm caged so I squeezed the hard plastic. It gave me some pleasure. Not enough to ease the assault on my boy boycunt.. “boy boycunt, why on earth did I think of my hole that way it was something I never have thought before” but I couldn’t think about that much because this grindr guy just went balls deep in my hole and grunted. one…two…three…deep thrusts and you could feel him release and then he relaxed on to me a little and could feel his cock pulse in me. About 5 times in total you could feel the pulse in me. I suddenly felt proud. Prouder than I have felt in most of my hookups. even though this time wasn’t great sex it only lasted about 4 mins. But I did that. My Boy boycunt did. 
 He pulled out and started wiping his cock off with that shitty toilet paper from the public bathroom and pulled up his sweats grabbed his backpack and said “Got to go board, but don’t forget your keys to that lock (pointing at the counter where they set) later man, thanks” and turned to open the door and as it shut I was staring at the keys and could hear someone talking outside the door and realized the door was unlocked and there I stand in my flight attendant uniform cock locked and pants around my knees. 
 Locking it, I could feel the cum dip down my back of the thigh and smiled. I got dressed and headed to the plane time to work. 
 Reading the message I got from Johnny is where I started to feel the tightness in my balls……blue balls were setting in. 
 Johnny: yes wear it. You pig. If you think you can wear it and keep it on while at the bar then do it. Bring the key though unless you can’t but let’s try it. 
 Just then I knew I’d want to. I wanted to prove I could. After all the competitive side of my personality doesn’t like to be beat. 
 So I worked. I felt it when I walked. I felt it when I leaned against the galley counter as turbulence happened. The worst feeling was when It was cold on the plane and the cage seemed to get colder. But the whole time my balls ached to release. But Ultimately I felt that drive to win…..I was gonna be a cumdump at the jock party, I’d not let Johnny down. 
 
 well about 3 flights later we were checking into the hotel just off of Times Square with the crew. I quickly went up to my room to shower. Pulling off my boxers I saw the precum string from my trip to the wet dried spot and the crusty cum stain that had been leaking from the hole. 
 About 45 minutes later, and on a subway ride I was walking up to the eagle door texting Johnny. 
 me: I'm here, I’ll check my clothes in….meet you? or you meeting me? 
 Johnny: There's a shot waiting on you here with me at the rooftop bar. 
 I walk up to Johnny wearing nothing but my black tennis shoes, nasty pig pride jock, Ohio State football cutoff, and backward RVCA hat. thankfully I had my lube and poppers tucked into my sock. All while cage…with the key tied to my shoelace. I know the net fabric front of the jock showed off the lock perfectly. no turning back now all was what I could think. 
 Johnny’s look was both jock and comfortable naked. He had light skin with the light redness of his cheeks from either the alcohol or he just got done fucking. Wearing this nice black and orange jock and chucks. I quickly learned when he hugged me and could feel his attempt to wipe away lube from his hands as he hugged me. I pulled back and laughed as he handed me a shot..once downed I coughed, and he laughed while saying “Devil's toothpaste” to get you in the mood. It was rumplemintz it always got me feeling more comfortable quicker. 
 I admired his body and leaned in to order a drink as Johnny started feeling my ass. Finally, I was aware we weren’t alone in the conversation as Johnny said “Care to share him in a bit?” looking up I saw two more guys both with nerdy looks to them. but no stranger to the gym. These guys could have been twins I swear if it wasn’t clear they weren’t due to their height difference. I never got their names but we all dove into conversation. Most of theirs was nerding out on comics, and school since they were attending college in the area. I nicked and named them the geek twins in my head. I was hooked and ordered 2 more rounds of drinks and another shot. At that time Johnny noticed the lock and grabbed at the band of my jock and said “let’s see” 
 feeling the cold air hit my exposed caged cock. the two others that I have yet to introduce myself or them to me say “J you didn’t tell us you invited a cumdump” to which I blushed and he said “he’ll get more than he bargained for once I get his key for the night” 
 I don’t know what crossed my mind but I leaned over and untied the key letting my hole expose to all three. Giving them a moment to look at the boycunt available to them. “boycunt there I was again thinking of it as a boycunt” I think into it. But leaning over also gave me awareness of my heavy balls. they were tighter than I’ve ever felt before. 
 I handed Johnny the key, he laughed and he grabbed my hand and we headed to the stairs. Downstairs is the dark room. Not sure if the geek twins followed but I know Johnny was ready. So I was happy. 
 the darkroom was just off the bar on the second level. a wall separating the dance floor. Johnny pushed me in front of him and reached around to pull the front part of my jock to the side exposing my cage. A couple of people reached out and squeezed it hurting my balls, or grouping my cage. Heard things “like let me know me know when you finish” or “he ready now” knowing they were talking to Johnny, not me. All while Johnny was playing with my hole. Lubing it up to correct. This dark room had just enough light spilling over from the dance floor and the faintly light bar that I could see about 50 people of different ages, and sizes, either cruising, on their knees, or leaning up getting serviced. couple of them bent over letting their hole be filled. But all I could focus on was my hole and the pressure that was Johnny’s cock. 
 He was tender but oh so controlled. He pushed me forward two almost 3 steps grabbed about my hips pushed my shoulders over so that I was leaning over onto a wooden island in the center of the room. then magic. he started pushing into my boycunt further and then pulled out. it drove me fucking wild. The feeling in my balls was like a powerful magnet that just wasn’t strong enough to keep him going deeper. I reached back and tried to pull him into my. To which that attempt was met with him pulling out and leaning into my ear saying “Locked boys don’t get pleasure until the key holder says so, or provides it with a cock. that’s when he pulled out and I was wild, looking at him pleading for more. I was wound up It was hurting. Then he replaced and the moment changed to short quick pumps, that just got quicker, and then I released it wasn’t him this cock was longer and it was cumming. releasing and I looked back it was the taller of the geek twins. His eyes closed mouth open with his friend’s mouth on his nipple. He was frozen like that with his cock pushed deep in me. I could tell it had to be at least 7.5 inches but not too thick. But lord this man had to have about a 4 day load built up because I felt about 6 pulses of cum empty into my hole. He dropped his hands from my shoulders and Johnny held me up from the side arm under my chest but through the cutout side of my shirt as the second of the geek twins started to push in. This boy was thick when I say thick it also curved up and was wide. I pulled from him just as another bottom about caddy corner to me said: “Here use my poppers you can do it, especially if you’re caged, I’ve never been brave enough to try. but you are so do it.” I breathed deeply closing one nostril at a time with Geek Twin 2 eating at my hole and drooling all over it. I was hazy at this moment. Popper fogged at the help he pushed in again. this time I felt my boy boycunt open and I accepted his rod. He pumped deep and slow. Almost too slow. I was in putting my head into Johnny's armpit and he help my head until he jumped up on the island and sat with his hard cock out I knew what he wanted so I impaled my mouth on it and got to work. 
 I just me getting spit roasted and gave Geek Twin #2 the image he needed because he sped up and I reached back and felt his thick thighs. I began having the sex sweats and he was too because about the 10 min assault on my boy boycunt gave me my reward he yelled, almost a scream out in pain and release as he busted his nut. about 3 strong pulses inside me. Just to pull out and have about 2 more shots that reached my hair and across Johnny’s chest which was what Johnny needed. He busted in my mouth and oozed down my throat. 
 With Johnny just oozing down my throat I tasted his sweet cum, I could tell he had been planning on this party because his cum was sweet. He had been eating foods to help this. Most of all I could tell he had come already tonight because Johnny was usually a shooter. That turned me on knowing he knew to eat the fruits because I love tasting him but I love working his load out. 
 Geek #2 stuck his cock back in me and road out the last bit of his roller coaster ride of a firework show. The thrust getting slower, more shallow. until he pulled out and Johnny asked me, “Break is needed and a drink, you coming?” I just looked around, leaned up, and stretched, and I felt those rounds of shots taking hold and told him. “10 mins at the same spot of the bar” he laughed, slapped my ass, and headed for the stairs to the rooftop. I looked around and saw him, a man tall at least 6 foot 3, and with a Dorito upside down triangle torso. No stranger to the gym but had lost his abs at his age. But couldn’t be more than 35. He was Italian, maybe something else but his dark features and olive skin pulled tight over his muscles called for me and my boy boycunt quivered. 
 he started over to me and I bent down to grab some lube and poppers that I had brought in socks. While bent over he stepped onto me and dove two fingers into my boycunt and curved them down to hit my buttons and feel around adding more and more pressure to go deeper. This caused me to straighten up and he pulled my face into his boob and said 1 word slow, deep, and with a natural rasp that most men would try to imitate but only real men possess. “suck” 
 when I tell you I sucked, tongued, and tasted that nipple and raked my teeth across that nipple until he had 3 fingers in me I could feel that stretch more now that the poppers had long worn off. I froze and he whispered “Use them” I didn’t know if he meant his fingers or the poppers so I did both….I brought the poppers to my nose and inhaled deeply 3 and 4 times in both nostrils. About the 2nd sniff of that brown bottle, I started to rock on his hand, I didn’t realize until an audience started looking at me that I was moaning into his boob and using that bottle while feeling his fingers in me. My cage cock at this point was spilling precum out like a faucet in wintertime with fear it is gonna freeze. it was dripping on his foot. To which He commented “You’re dripping more with 3 fingers in than with the 3 cocks you took. How about I add a 4th and see if you can take a 5th.” To which I inhaled the deepest I could and felt my throat burn and the hazy happen….between the poppers, the shots, and the fuck drunk he got them in but not past the knuckles. It’s like he was a professional, could sense my resistance since I’ve never been fisted or just wanted that ass of mine because he pulled out and scooped up some cum from the inside of me and brought it to my mouth. The taste of the geek twins’ loads mixed with my ass was all I needed to turn around and force his 8-inch monster inside my hole while licking at his hand and fingers like it was ice cream. He leaned his shoulder blades against the wall and angled his body out from the wall and I pushed my ass against him as he met my every thrust. This guy walking by leaned down and licked my precum from my cage cock during this and started sucking my swollen nuts. This drove me wild. I needed release almost more than I needed to breathe and it showed in how I sped up pushing against him. I was so close to having a hands-free orgasm just when he busted. He wrapped his arms around me causing me not to be able to control the speed or angle of his thrusting and blow his load. It was like one massive stream coming out of that monster. But my neck where it meets my shoulder and wiped his sweat from his forehead on my hair. I began to get mad, He stole my orgasm. My boy boycunt (at this point that’s what it was and I have accepted it) was vibrating almost and he laughed and pulled out while grabbing my hand. 
 “I'm taking you to your friends you need a break or you won’t last in that cage.” 
 I must have looked confused because he followed it up with “Don’t worry I have had my fair share of caged boys and can tell when they run for the orgasm instead of waiting till they are given it” 
 We walked up to Johnny and the geek twins and he deposited me saying “Thanks for the hole, hope to use him again tonight”. I watched him walk back down the stairs and just push a shot in my hands and follow it with a cocktail. At this point, the shot took effect quickly and I was ready for more. The three of them fucked me right there, leaning against the planter just next to the bar on the rooftop patio. the whole time I hadn’t cum. I knew I needed it and Johnny was getting tired. I could tell. He asked me if I was about ready to go. Knowing I’d have to work the next day. I said my hotel is far I'm going to go look for that guy y’all can go. He agreed and said, “Text me when you wake up, I’ll come by the hotel before you leave for your day.” 
 I was on a mission, it was about an hour till the bar is gonna close and I hadn’t gotten fucked anymore my balls needed release and my cock hadn’t stopped leaking. I was still searching for him. 
 I was getting frustrated and decided to grab a shot and sit back and watch the guys getting sucked and blown. As soon as I set the shot glass down and leaned back to watch I heard him. “you finally stopped searching for your release.” I had my eyes closed but knew for certain that low raspy voice was him and I just nodded yes. He sat down on the bench that was built into the wall next to me and asked “Can you still feel my load” I had forgotten at that point about the loads I’d taken and reached back and felt my hole, it was wet and some cum had dried running down my leg. he then moved so fast and was all over me. Our mouths met and his fingers were in me and with the other hand, he started to bounce my caged cock and balls. I moaned out in pain and pleasure. until he squeezed just enough to make me freeze but not hurt. I looked him in his eyes just as he said “Give me your phone”…………I gave it to him unlocked and he added his number and texted himself. You will hear from me but right now I'm about to breed you while you cum. 
 He picked me up and sat me on his lap and rubbed his cock on my hole. At that moment it was like my boy boycunt opened and sucked him in me. I lowered myself onto him and wasn’t going slow enough because he reached up and forced my ass up and breathed the words “slower or get off”. I then went slow. Molasses in the wintertime dripped faster than I went. This did everything to make sure the anticipation rose. I was shaking I was so excited for his cock. Finally, it was almost an eternity when I finally felt it bottom out in my boy boycunt he grabbed the back of my neck pulled me into him wrapped his other hand around my back, and held me down so I couldn’t ride him. He kissed me and invaded my mouth. I don’t know how long we kissed but I knew It was long enough for my lips to get raw from his stubble. That’s when It changed. He picked me up all while staying inside me put me on the bench with my head propped up against the wall and pile-drove my boy boycunt. His assault was both in time to the song and directed in a motion that took extra care of hitting my prostate. The slapping of his balls on my ass and his hips hitting my skin and my head hitting the wall gathered an audience. this didn’t last long and he knew because I had to be practically screaming in pleasure. After all, he said “Let it go, cum from your boycunt and I will grant you my seed” and I did. I shot and oozed and screamed in pain. It was so good. By far one of the best orgasms I have ever had and it lasted a couple mins. I must have started to pass out from it and him still pumping in me. That’s when we both felt it. A couple of guys started shooting all over me. From all directions. We looked at each other and laughed. He leaned in kissed me and said goodbye “I’ll be in touch”. 
 I stayed laying there a second and let my legs fall and tried to catch my breath and that’s when the lights came on. So I pulled myself together the best I could and went to get my clothes. Bout 30 mins later I'm walking through the lobby of my hotel drunk, satisfied, and covered in cum. Thinking to myself sometimes being a flight attendant is one of the best things I’ve ever done in my life. As I fell into bed and passed out. 
 I woke up the next day to my phone ringing. It was Johnny. I answered and he and I talked about last night. I rolled over and felt the ache of my cock. I was still locked and I asked more hoping he still had the key. He joked with me he must have lost them and after my minor freakout, he laughed and said yes. but seeing how freaked out I was he would wait till I got back to NYC the next morning to unlock me. I began to beg him to come now, I tried to make deals. Unsuccessful mind you. 
 SO Johnny told me. You will go to work, You will send me a picture after your three flights of you caged. I will meet you at the hotel and unlock you and you can cum as I fuck you. Then we can go out and have some more fun at Pride. 
 I had no choice but to agree. At this point, I had been caged over 24 hours and I had to go more. I was frustrated but I wasn’t horny. I was still satisfied. I have never in my life gone the next day without wanting to rub one out the next morning after a hookup. But my mystery man did it. He got one of the best loads out of me and I wished he was here. 
 I got dressed in my uniform and met my crew at the van to head to the airport. We were flying from LGA to ORD. Then from ORD to PHL. The final flight was PHL to LGA. But the weather had different plans for us. We made it to ORD and a storm happened. This is one of those summer storms. Came out of nowhere and was violent. Then my luck kicked in. My mother used to say “If it wasn’t for you bad luck you wouldn’t have any luck at all”. Well, that rang true. I sat in Chicago in a hotel, missing pride in NYC, and locked. 
 I texted Johnny………………. Pissed off. 
 Me: I should have never let you have the key. I'm not getting back to New York tonight. we are stuck in Chicago due to the storm. I need out of this cage. I need to cum. All day you have had me looking forward to it. Now I fucking can’t. 
 his response was one I should have expected. A picture of the keys on his key ring and a laughing emoji. 
 I was pissed. I was horny. I was locked………then my Italian man sent me a text. Throughout my sex-filled shot shot-filled evening, I forgot he got my number his text was him smiling and a message saying “Still caged?” 
 To be continued……..