Time I accidentally got locked

****I’m sorry life has been hectic with flying, holidays, family, and my second job. So it has taken far longer then I hoped to get you the next part. I do hope you enjoy this one.****

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I groaned and tried to move, but the weight of the cage on my now limp dick held me in place. It was still dark when I felt a hand on my shoulder, guiding me to sit up. Mateo's silhouette appeared in the dim light, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Good boy," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "You did well. You have proven your worth, showing me that you can handle everything I have to give. Your resilience and strength make you a force to be reckoned with, ready to take on any challenge I throw your way. Nothing can stand in your way as you prove yourself time and time again, rising to conquer every obstacle with determination and grace. You are a true warrior, capable of handling anything life throws at you.

And now, you will wear this cage as a reminder of your submission."

I tried to argue, to ask why, but I was too weak, too tired. I felt like I had been through something life-changing, and I couldn't fully comprehend the intensity of what had happened between us.

Mateo continued to caress my cheek, his voice soft and soothing. "Don't worry, my good boy. This cage is a symbol of your devotion to pleasure and my ownership of you. It will keep your cock at my command, a constant reminder of your bond to me and my wants. It's only fitting that it should be with you always, a testament to your loyalty and service."

I looked down at the cage around my dick, feeling a strange mixture of emotions. I was both humiliated and aroused, a conflict of feelings that only fueled my desire for him.

"As a gift for your loyalty and obedience, I will give you the ultimate pleasure. You won't be able to achieve this on your own, but with my help, you will know true ecstasy."

Again Mateo said "Good boy," he repeated, the tone of his voice filled with pride and possession. I knew he was right. I had earned this cage, and I was his.

Mateo helped me to my feet, guiding me to the bathroom mirror. As I gazed at my reflection, I saw the cage hanging below my cock, shiny and new, a tangible symbol of my submission.

"You are mine now," Mateo said, his voice low and firm. As he said this I began to tingle. Like My body was betraying my independence. "You belong to me, and I will keep you safe, cherish you, and claim you as my own. But never forget, you're such a naughty boy, and I'll only give you what you can handle. I'll never demand more from you than your eager body can provide.

As his words escaped his lips, his hands eagerly roamed my skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. I could feel my body responding to his skilled touch, my senses consumed by pleasure and desire. At that moment, all I wanted was to be completely lost in him, to surrender myself to his every command. I was no longer alone but utterly consumed by the intoxicating sensation of his touch.

I nodded, submitting myself to him completely. The cage on my cock felt like a symbol of our bond, a constant reminder of our connection. Mateo smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He continued to touch me, exploring every inch of my body, and I found myself unable to resist his advances. His touch was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive. The feeling like Just one more hit off that pipe and I would be gone forever…I don’t care the pipe is his massive cock and I will continue to use it for this sexual high. 

As he continued to caress me, Mateo led me to the bed. He gently laid me down, his hands never leaving my skin. I felt completely at ease, losing myself in the moment. Mateo's lips met mine, and I could taste the passion between us. His tongue explored my mouth, as his hands roamed my body. Being firm, pressing into my soft parts and I could feel the ache of my muscle relaxing but the pressure of my cock against the confines of the cage. 

As we lay there, intertwined, Mateo began to whisper dirty words into my ear, his tone both seductive and confident. Finally, he stopped and pushed his cock right up to my hole, I could feel the heat from the head against my tender hole. 

The anticipation made my cock twitch and pulse, trapped within its confines. I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering open to meet Mateo's gaze. His eyes were dark with hunger, and I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I arched my back, inviting him further, silently begging for him to take me. Mateo smirked, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Are you sure, slut?" he whispered harshly. "You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to wear this cage. Are you ready for me? Are you ready to take my cock, to be used by me, to be owned by me?"

I couldn't answer, caught in the whirlwind of desire and submission that threatened to consume me. But Mateo didn't need words; he knew my answer before I did.

With one swift motion, Mateo thrust himself inside me, filling me completely. I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, my body arching beneath him. His hands tightened around my waist, holding me steady as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of me with a rhythm that was both slow and deliberate. 

IT HURT SO BAD!!! There was no lube but

he continued to pump in and out, his pace gradually increasing. I could feel the aching heat of his cock, stretching and claiming me. I moaned and whimpered (probably screamed), my body writhing beneath him. My legs and arms clung to him, my nails digging into his skin as I held on for dear life. “Let me in!” Mateo's pounded into me harder and deeper, my body was on fire, the pain and pleasure mingling into a primal instinct. My moans became louder and more desperate, and I felt my body begin to tremble. I could feel my orgasm building, the familiar tingling in my belly, spreading to my limbs. 

"That's it, you slut!" Mateo grunted, his hips pounding into me with a vengeance. "Take my cock, take it all!"

"Fuck me harder, Mateo! Give it to me deeper!" I moaned in ecstasy, unable to contain my lust any longer. "Don't you dare stop, I need to come...I need it now."

My words seemed to grip him, and he thrust deeper, harder, his cock hitting my prostate and sending sparks of raw pleasure coursing through my body. I lost myself in the sensation, my mind hazy with lust and

Mateo's eyes were ablaze with desire, his lips curved into a triumphant smile. His domineering expression sent shivers down my spine, and my heart pounded in my chest. I knew I was his fucktoy, and he owned me fully in this moment of pure primal form of sex.

"You're such a good boy, Alan," he growled, his voice low and seductive. "You're taking my cock so well, and I love it. You're mine, and I can do whatever I want with you. But remember, It is about me right now.” Just as he pulled all the way out just as I was about to fall over the cliff of my orgasm 

he slammed back inside me, his cock hitting my prostate with an intensity that sent stars exploding behind my eyes. I cried out, my body convulsing in a burst of pleasure so intense, I could barely breathe. Mateo's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he continued to pound into me, his cock throbbing as it filled me completely.

The room was alive with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our ragged breaths, and the slurping, squelching sounds of our flesh. My cage was forgotten, as I was lost in the sheer sensation of being owned, belonging to Mateo and his insatiable need. My legs were trembling, exhausted from the intense pleasure, but I clung to Mateo, needing him to keep going, needing him to push me further.

"That's it, boy," Mateo growled, his hips gyrating in a rhythm that promised 

unending delight. "Take it, take every inch of my cock. Let me fill you until you're bursting with my cum. Let me mark you as mine."

His words ignited a fierce desire in me, and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer. I could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine as he entered me, his cock throbbing with eagerness. He held back, savoring the moment before finally giving in to the intense pleasure and releasing himself inside me.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with longing, "give me your load, Mateo. Fill me up with your cum. I need it so badly."

Mateo's eyes darkened, and his pace increased, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, ready to explode. And then, finally, Just as I was again on that cliff he pulled out of me and he let go. 

He roared with triumph, I moaned in protest, but Mateo didn't spare a second. He released himself with a powerful thrust, putting everything he had into it. I could feel the hot, A thick flow of his cum shot against my inner thighs and then over my whole body. He reached the peak of ecstasy and let go. There were at least 6 separate spurts that covered me, with some landing on my face and even getting in my eye. The stream of cum gradually slowed down to a light trickle.

The room was quiet, save for the sound of our heavy breathing and our bodies slick with sweat. My heart raced and I was filled with conflicting emotions- anger, arousal, and a sense of satisfaction. Mateo leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Do you still need to cum, Alan?"

My breath hitched in my throat as I tried to catch my breath, still panting from the intense lovemaking. I knew that Mateo had just dominated me in a way that I had never experienced before, but as our bodies cooled and I realized the aftermath of our passionate encounter, I yearned for more.

"Yes, Mateo, I still need to cum," I responded, my voice cracking from the fear I might not get to. "I can feel your load running down across my hole, but I need more. I need to feel your cock throbbing inside me, filling me with your cum until I can't take any more."

Mateo smirked, his eyes glinting with desire. "You and I'll give you what you want, but only if you agree to a deal."

I could feel myself nodding in agreement, my mind still foggy with desire. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation.

"I will let me out of the cage for 24 hours," Mateo stated, his eyes never leaving mine. "But, during that time, you will take as many loads as possible. You will do whatever it takes to achieve them, that will require proof, that I will leave it up to you, and in return, I will make sure you experience a body-altering orgasm. Does that sound like a deal?”

I hesitated for a moment, weighing the deal in my mind. Part of me wanted nothing more than to have control back of my orgasm and to feel Mateo's cock inside me, to experience the pleasure we had just shared again and again. But the other part of me wanted to let him hold on to the control he had over me, to stay locked up and at my mercy.

"I accept the deal," I finally said, a sense of exhilaration coursing through me. 

"But without knowing what you get?” 

I interrupted “Or what do I have to prove?" I asked, my voice shaking with a mixture of fear and arousal.

Mateo hesitated for a moment, his eyes raking over my body, taking in the mess he had left me in. "Very well," he said, his voice low and throaty. "You will prove your obedience and willingness to take every load you can sending me proof, the next part of your proof will come. Later today. Sound fair?"

My heart raced with fear and excitement as I weighed the consequences of agreeing to Mateo's proposal. His piercing gaze held me captive, making me question my willpower. "I-I suppose it seems fair," I stammered, my voice betraying my inner turmoil. "But can I do what he asks? Will it truly earn his approval?" 

As Mateo leaned in for a kiss, I couldn't help but feel torn. Part of me wanted to give in to my desire, while another part was filled with doubt about where this would lead. Just as his lips were about to touch mine, his phone rang and diverted his attention. He pulled away and hastily grabbed his phone and the shirt lying on the chair, throwing on some sweats as he answered, "He'll be downstairs in 30 minutes. You're taking him to JFK." 

"All right," he said, hanging up the phone with a sigh. "You'll have to leave for your flight soon. I must go, but Stan, my driver will be with you today. I’ll be in touch.”

With that Mateo left the room leaving me alone, panting, and covered in cum.

Despite the mess, I knew I couldn't leave until I cleaned myself up. I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up, and stepped in, feeling the streams of hot water washing away the evidence of our encounter. As I cleaned myself, I couldn't help but think about Mateo's deal. What exactly did he want me to prove, and how far was I willing to go to earn his approval?

Once I was clean, I wrapped myself in a towel and returned to my bedroom, contemplating the deal I had just accepted. I didn't know what was coming next, but I knew that Mateo had a knack for pushing me to my limits. As I looked down on the bed, where all my bags were neatly packed my mind oscillated between excitement and fear, wondering what the next part of the game would bring. When a voice said to me “Ready to leave?” Sounding strangely dull 

I turned to face Stan, the driver Mateo had mentioned. His expression was neutral, but his eyes held a hint of curiosity. I nodded, still unsteady from the intense encounter with Mateo.

"All right, let's get going," he said, holding the door open for me.

As we drove to the airport, I couldn't shake the feeling that Mateo was watching me, anticipating my every move. My mind was filled with uncertainties and desires, the weight of the deal we had made hanging over me like a shadow.

At JFK, I checked in and dropped off my bags, feeling a sense of relief at the finality of departure. However, the thought of the unknown challenges I was to face under Mateo's watchful eye left me feeling both nervous and excited.

As I boarded the plane and settled into my seat, I glanced around nervously, wondering if this 

flight would be the beginning of a wild ride that would push me to my limits and beyond. I knew one thing for sure: Mateo had a hold on me, and I was ready to explore just how far I could go in the name of pleasure and submission. “But wait I’m still wearing the Chasity cage” So I took out my phone hoping I could still send a text before I lost service. 

Alan composed himself as he sent Mateo a text message, hoping he could still send it before losing service. The message he typed read: "I’m still in my chastity”

He hit send and waited nervously for a response. His heart raced with anticipation, not knowing what to expect. He glanced around the plane, trying to find some semblance of normalcy in this chaotic situation.

As the plane started to taxi down the runway, Alan took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever lay ahead. He knew that he had entered into a deal with Mateo, and he was committed to seeing it through. Even if he doesn’t understand the full terms. What he does know is he is Supposed to be out of the Chaisty cage for 24 hours, take as many loads as he can within that time, and then I get pleasure.

A few minutes later, Mateo responded with a text message saying, "I have someone that I'm sure will provide you with the loads you need. Follow my instructions to the letter, and It will all be explained."

Alan's heart skipped a beat as he read the text message. He was excited by the prospect of being used and pleasured by a stranger, but he was also nervous about following Mateo's instructions to the letter.

As the plane took off and the city below grew smaller, Alan tried to focus on the task at hand. He knew that he had to be ready for anything and that he would have to trust Mateo completely.

As the flight attendants began their preparations for the in-flight service, Alan couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew that Mateo would have everything under control and that he would be well taken care of.

As the flight progressed, Alan had fallen asleep and slept through the flight attendant's service. Being one himself he knew he could just go to the galley and get what he needed from them with no protest when he noticed a note on his tray table. 

The note read: "Meet me in the second-class bathroom after their service is complete. You know what is expected of you." 

Alan felt a mixture of concern and arousal as he read the message, knowing that he had to follow Mateo's instructions to prove his obedience. He quickly looked around to see how close the flight attendants were to finishing service. Feeling a sense of urgency to follow the instructions, Alan discreetly glanced around the galley to ensure no one was looking and then made his way to the second-class bathroom. His heart raced with anticipation as he entered the bathroom stall, unsure of what awaited him.

After a few moments of tense anticipation, the bathroom door opened, and a Blonde businessman stepped in. He looked at Alan with a smirk, clearly enjoying the moment.

"Alan, I'm glad you're here," he began, his voice low and seductive. "Today is going to be a day of pleasure I’ve been told, but also a day of choices. See I have a key here for you. I need to release my balls have been heavy the last couple of days and I feel your hole is just what the Doctor ordered to remedy that. Or I give you this key and I leave. Your choice.” 

Alan's heart raced with a combination of fear and arousal. He knew that he had to trust Mateo completely, but he was also terrified of what might happen next.

Allan studied the gentleman As he spoke inside the cramped space, he noticed how tall, and muscular man with short blonde hair, wearing a suit. The man's eyes were red almost, as if he had been smoking something, Through them. But he smelled of the ocean.

Here was the moment what was I going to do?