Coercive Control

I sat in Matt’s office, on a conference call with him and our clients. I subtly adjusted my crotch in my seat. I had been a couple days since Matt assigned me my chastity task, and I was still adjusting to the feeling of the metal cage on my dick. I would be locked up in this thing for an undetermined amount of time. Matt’s goal was for me to service men, himself included, bringing them to orgasm on or in my body. One hundred loads were the price of my freedom. It was only my fourth day locked, and I had already gotten fourteen of my one hundred required. It may seem like a lot but to me it felt like I had barely begun.

I leaked cum constantly and I woke up throughout the nights with erections that caused my cage to pull painfully on my balls. Just yesterday, I realized I had gone a few hours without noticing the cage, which felt like a major accomplishment. Today, though, I had gone back to noticing and fidgeting with myself more.

“Earth to Grant,” Matt said loudly. I looked up, pulling my hands away from my crotch. “Meeting’s over. How’s that little fag dick?”

“Hanging in there, needs released,” I said with a pleading smile, hoping Matt would magically decide to unlock me early.

“Hah, take the rest of your one hundred loads and unlock yourself then. Back to more important matters, I wanted to invite you to the law conference this weekend. It’ll be good for you to learn a bit more and network with some of the other professionals. I’ve talked you up to a few friends from across the country, and they’re excited to meet you.”

“Are they gonna gang bang me?” I asked, half sarcastically, half expecting the option as valid. Matt’s track record had shown his ability to convince straight men to try using fags, on top of him just having lots of gay dominant friends. “Do I have to come, Sir?”

“Yeah, I was not asking so you could say no, I was being polite. All above board this weekend. I’m sure you’ll get into enough trouble without their help. Orlando’s got plenty of men who will be willing to use you. Sounds like you’re excited though, I’ll forward you the email with the info. Free vacation on the company’s dime!”

I wasn’t too excited at all actually. These conferences always looked so boring, and Matt always returned from them complaining and in a bad mood. I liked the idea of being in Orlando, though. Hopefully we would be able to pick a few guys up at the bars and I’d get to chip away at my chastity challenge. Fuck, my chastity. My collar too. How was I gonna fly with these things on? Matt would surely have to remove them for the flight.

While getting packed, I asked Matt about my collar and cage, but Matt told me not to worry with no further explanation. We got packed and headed to the airport early Wednesday morning. The conference would last from Thursday to Saturday, so we were spending today travelling. We walked into the check-in area and got in line. Matt had not removed my gear yet.

“Sir, my collar and cage.” I whispered. Matt pulled out a key to my collar padlock. He pulled it out of my shirt, in plain view of everyone, and unlocked it. He stuck it in his suitcase. I felt strangely naked without it. “We need to go to the restroom for the cage, Sir.” I whispered.

“No, boy, it stays on.”

“Security won’t let me through, though.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll know just what it is, fag, and that you’re not a threat,” Matt said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, calming me down.

We checked our bags and headed to the security area. I got increasingly anxious as we got closer to the front of the line. The agent checked my ID and then Matt’s behind me. I stepped into the full body scanner, watching the agent operating it. He was younger but daddy-looking, with a brown crew cut and a thick moustache. His eyebrows raised as the machine scanned me. He must be seeing my cage. He called over one of the other agents, an older, fatter black man with a mean look on his face. He looked at the screen, then at me. Then back and forth a few times. He whispered something to the younger agent, who waved me through and had me step aside for further inspection. He wanded me, causing the metal detector to go off when it waved across my groin. He grabbed my shoulder and told me to come with him. I looked back at Matt, who was in the scanner machine now, watching the security guys take me away.

I was led into a small room with a plastic folding table and a couple chairs. The agent with the moustache pushed me into the table and made my place my hands on it. He began his pat down, starting with my torso, then up each of my legs. He groped my bulge, feeling the cage.

“Strip those off,” he commanded in an annoyed voice. I did as I was told without a word and pulled my shorts and underwear down, knowing he needed to see my crotch. I watched the confused look on his face as I revealed my chastity cage. The other agent was standing in the corner with his arms folded, smirking.

“That right there, Jones, is what I was telling you about. This kid’s got his cock on lockdown. Probably from that guy in line with him, ain’t that right kid?” I nodded my head slowly.

“Why the fuck…?” The moustached man asked quietly, basically to himself. He grabbed my nuts and gingerly rotated them in his hand, examining the cage from all angles. I started chubbing up from this.

“Keeps me in line, Sir,” I piped up. “Keeps me horny and ready for his cock whenever he needs me.”

“When did he put it on ya? When did you last cum?” The black agent asked.

“I came last Friday, Sir. He put it on me Saturday morning. It doesn’t come off until I take one hundred loads. He gives me plenty, and my night at the glory hole last weekend helped, but I’ve still got a long way to go. He told me flying with it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“It won’t be, kid.” The black man stepped forward to me. “What’s this about you needing more loads?”

“Yes Sir, I need semen. Fed to me and bred into me.”

“You need our loads right now, kid? You definitely need to get out of here to catch your flight. Take our cocks and I’ll let you on your way.”

“What the fuck, I ain’t fucking this queer,” the moustached man exclaimed.

“C’mon, just a blowjob then. I bet you he can take it a lot rougher than your wife does.”

“Yes Sir, I know I can,” I chimed in.

The agents bent me over the table, and the black guy pulled my pants the rest of the way down to my ankles. He squatted down, pulled my cheeks apart, and started gingerly licking my hole. I watched the moustached man walk around to the front of me.

“I ain’t queer, you know,” he said to me.

“I know Sir, I’m the only faggot in this room,” I replied.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped. He pulled the fly of his boxers down, revealing a huge bush of long, wiry, brown pubes. I was fully erect and straining in my cage, half from getting my ass eaten, and half from this slow, straight man strip tease I was getting. He finished undressing and his cock was beautiful. Long and girthy, even though he was still fully flaccid. It hung straight down and was flanked by a massive low-hanging testicle on either side. He grabbed it in his hand and yanked a few times, trying to get it up. Once he was a little harder, he put his hands on his hips, leaned forward, and let me take it in my mouth. He looked up to the ceiling, probably imagining I was a woman. I inhaled his penis and sucked him masterfully, better than his wife could, I’m sure. He quickly grew to full erect size and reached the back of my throat with ease. My nose became buried in his forest of pubes as he pressed his full length into me. I swallowed every inch.

I could feel the other guy standing up and readying himself to fuck me. I did not get to see his cock, but I felt him crack me open. I could tell he had done this before, as he popped just his head in, letting me adjust for a second, then slowly but persistently pressed the full length of his cock into my tight puckered hole. The two men used me for their pleasure, never reaching for my locked dick, nipples, or anything that would provide me pleasure. Regardless, I was incredibly turned on, especially by the fact that a straight guy had been convinced to face fuck me and was about to feed me his load. He was moaning and breathing heavy, and I worked extra hard on him, willing his cock to release inside me. ‘Success’ I thought to myself when I felt his thick, potent load hitting the back of my throat. He moaned softly and once he finished, he pulled out of my mouth and quickly stuffed his meat back into his pants. The agent in my ass was picking up the pace, and I felt him push deep into me, his cock pulsing. Cum raced through his member and into me as he moaned too, louder than the moustache guy.

“See, Jones, told you he wouldn’t disappoint.”

“Yeah, you got a point. He’s definitely got some dick sucking lips.”

“Alright, faggot. Get dressed and out of our sight. You’re free to go.”

“Thank you, Sirs, thank you!” I said while hurriedly getting dressed and walking back out to the main security area. Matt had passed through and was sitting on a bench waiting for me.

“How’d that all go?”

“Well, I’m two steps closer to getting this cage off, Sir.”

We walked through the terminal to the gate where we would be boarding. We had about forty-five minutes until it started, and Matt was on his laptop working. I sat on my phone scrolling through social media. I glanced up because I saw someone walk past us and sit across the way. It was a twink-looking guy, and he was in uniform. I assumed he was one of the flight attendants. He and I exchanged glances, and I felt like he was coming on to me. The cloudy judgement of being horny from the security fucking may have been steering me wrong, but I watched his eyes glued to my bulge as I slowly rocked my knees together and apart again, discreetly shifting my growing bulge to test him. I looked up and he mouthed ‘can I blow you?’ to me, and I tried to give him a simple facial expression that said ‘Sorry, I wish you could, but you can’t because I have a cage on my dick’. He looked confused, though, so I lifted my leg, crossing it and resting my foot on my knee. I discreetly pulled my shorts and underwear to the side, revealing my chastity cage. He chuckled to himself, and I watched his bulge jump a little.

He got on his phone and appeared to be texting someone. He glanced down the room to the right, and I looked in that direction as well. Another flight attendant was sitting ten or so seats away from me and he looked back at me with a mischievous grin. He looked like more of a muscle gay and had a shaved head. I knew his buddy had just told him about my cage, and he moved to sit next to his friend. He watched me and I knew he wanted to see, so I lifted my leg again and showed him. The two of them kept watching me and whispering to each other but did not come up to me and say anything. After about fifteen minutes, they left, heading up to the check in desk to get on the plane that had arrived and prepare.

Matt and I boarded the plane, and we passed the flight attendants. There was a third one, and when the twink saw me, he leaned in and whispered something to the one I had not met yet. The guy chuckled for a moment but then snapped back into being professional. Matt and I took our seats and got comfortable. The plane had three seats on each side of the aisle. Once the plane was fully loaded and taxiing, the third seat in our row had not been filled, so we spread out some. Matt sat in the window, and I sat in the aisle. The plane was relatively empty. The other side of our row only had one woman in it. Once we were in the air, the attendants came by with drink service. The twink asked me and Matt what we would like, and when he handed me my soda, the napkin had a note scribbled on it in pen.

Come to the back in twenty minutes

We were closer to the front of the plane, but I assume the rear was less busy. I was super excited, and I nodded at the attendant that I would be there soon. They finished drink service and I hopped right up, making a beeline for the rear bathroom. Before I could open the door, I felt a hand on the back of my shirt pull me into the galley and push me to the floor.

“Fuck I’ve needed this since the second I laid eyes on you,” the twink whispered as he pulled his hard dick out and closed the curtain to the area. He was already hard, and his seven inches were pointing directly at my face. I happily opened my mouth and started sucking. Mid-blowjob, the muscle gay flight attendant popped his head through the curtain and then came into the area as well. He stood behind the twink and groped his bulge, waiting his turn. The first guy finished quickly, feeding me a small, salty load. The next guy was rearing to go and stepped up to my face.

“I’ll go get Kurt,” the twink said, before leaving us alone. Muscle gay humped my face, face fucking me harder than the first guy had. His dick was fatter but similar in length. He smelled muskier, which I loved. He shot his load quickly as well, flooding my mouth with much more semen than the first guy.

Kurt, the third attendant appeared. He put his flaccid cock in my mouth, and I sucked him until he got hard. He had the smallest cock of the three men but had the largest and most virile load. He came within minutes, and it shot out, hitting me in the back of my throat with a ton of force. As quickly as it had all started, it was over. The three attendants went back to their jobs, leaving me to head back to my seat.

“Having a good time, are we?” Matt asked when I returned.

“Pretty damn good, yeah.” I said, licking my lips. “What are the odds of three gay male flight attendants on the same flight?”

“Probably pretty high,” Matt chuckled.

Matt and I sat in silence for the next thirty minutes or so. I tried to nap, but couldn’t rest, partly because of the uncomfortable seat, and partly because I was still so damn horny. I kept adjusting my cage, trying to will my erection away. Something about the plane, maybe the pressure or altitude, was keeping me erect against my will. Matt reached over, grabbing my wrists to get my attention. He had unzipped his pants and had stuck his hand in, massaging his own cock.

“Blow me,” he mouthed silently. I looked around, sure that there was no way we wouldn’t get caught. The only person who could see us from Matt’s seat was the woman across the aisle, and she had been asleep for the past twenty minutes. I scooted over to the middle seat, next to Matt, and put the arm of the chair up. I reached into his fly and pulled his cock out. When I pulled his foreskin back, a thick layer of slimy precum revealed itself on his head. I leaned down and sucked it off, before swallowing Matt’s cock whole. He kept his hand on the back of my neck as I bounced on his meat. He came quickly, feeding me a delicious load. I swallowed and sat back up, adjusting my cage once more. I had just taken four loads in less than an hour. I noticed I had a precum stain on my shorts, why did I wear grey instead of black?!

About an hour later, the flight was almost over. I needed to piss but wanted to hold it. I decided it couldn’t wait though, and I needed to go before the plane started its descent. I made my way to the bathroom, going to the rear again out of habit from before. When I got there, the twink flight attendant poked his head out from behind the galley wall.

“Back for more?” He grinned.

“Sorry, just taking a leak,” I replied.

“Like hell you are, get in that bathroom, boy.”

He pushed me into the cramped bathroom, and he joined me, closing, and locking the door behind us. He shimmied my shorts down to my knees, just enough for what he needed. He pulled his pants down the same amount and stroked himself until he was hard. He spat on his cock and slid it into my warm hole. His cock was quickly coated with the security guy’s load as he thrusted.

“No shit, you already got bred?” The guy asked.

“Security didn’t like my cage, they had to investigate,” I whispered back.

“Fucking hell, fag,” he replied, leaning into my body, and sucking on my neck as he kept humping. He quickly brought himself over the edge and dumped his second load of the flight into me. “Wait right here,” he told me. He left and I locked the door behind him. Moments later, there was a knock, and I heard the muscle gays voice saying “Let me in.”

I unlocked the door and he shimmied into the bathroom. It was even more cramped than before, but I managed to turn back around into the same position as before. I went through the same exact process with this guy. He spat on his cock and slid in, humping me and moaning into my neck. He did not ask about the loads in me already because he knew that the twink had already bred me. He finished up and pulled his pants back up.

“Kurt will be pissed, but we’re starting the descent. No time for more. Get back to your seat.”

I was sad I wouldn’t get to feel Kurt’s massive load flooding my guts, but I pulled my shorts back up, and walked back to my row. Matt just chuckled to himself when he saw me return. The rest of the flight felt agonizingly slow. I could feel the three loads of cum in my ass, waiting for their moment to be released. I held them in with all my might, trying to spare my grey shorts. We deplaned, and the twink flight attendant licked his lips as I Walked past him. We headed for the baggage claim. I was very paranoid about the cum in my ass leaking out, so I asked Matt to help me check.

“Sir, can you discreetly look and see if I’ve leaked any cum? I feel like I’m about to overflow and stain these sorry shorts.”

“All clear,” Matt said after trailing behind me and glancing down at the shorts.

Once we got our bags, we moved off to the side and Matt immediately dug into his and grabbed my collar. He placed it around my neck and locked it on, right in front of everyone. Nobody seemed to be paying attention, but Matt was really shameless about asserting his dominance in public at this point.

We grabbed a ride to the hotel and checked in. I stood behind Matt while he was at the desk, and I noticed a couple of guys across the room snickering to themselves while looking in my direction. I wondered if my precum or the cum in my ass had leaked through. In the elevator, I asked Matt to check again. He said I was still good. When we got to the room, I checked for myself. I saw a huge dark wet spot right on the rear.

“Matt! You told me I was good!”

“It looked pretty good from where I was standing,” Matt said with a wink.

“What time do we have to be at the event tomorrow?” I asked as I changed my underwear and shorts.

“9AM if I remember right. Maybe check the itinerary on the email.”

I pulled up the email on my phone and noticed something strange.

“Matt, the event is at the hotel across the street. Why are we here?”

“Oh, it’s so close. Just using my rewards points.” Matt said, after a long pause. Something seemed fishy. I didn’t put the pieces together until later when I went out to the hallway for ice and saw an event sign.

Annual Gay Kink and Leather Convention

Of course…

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