The perks of business class

It had been a long and exhausting day to say the least. We had taken off at the resort at 9 am. To be comfortable during the flight, I had put on a white tank top (also to show off my chest and arms a little), some black Adidas joggers fitting loosely around my legs, grey Adidas ancle socks and black Nike running shoes. As always on the Maldives, the constant 30 degrees made me sweat – a lot. Especially in the water plane where there’s no air conditioning, I just felt the water running down my chest, back and legs soaking my joggers and socks with musky sweat. Wearing no underwear gave me a little relief around my balls. I didn’t really care that people could see my python jumping from side to side.

The transit flight to Malé already took an hour and a half and having landed, it took me another hour to get through security and to the gate. Fortunately, I was early enough to have myself and my Adidas gym bag sprawled over 2 seats with my feet resting on my bag. I used the time to check through some apps and read through the pathetic texts I had received from my regular bitch boys who (a) wanted to get a session with me once I was back, (2) offered to pay for my trip, and/or (c) craved for photos from the beach (with me on them ofc…). Suddenly, I got called out from the information counter at the gate. What the fuck? I approached the young girl who was apparently a little overwhelmed by my appearance as she just stood there mouth open. When she recovered her ability to speak, I was surprised to hear that I got a last-minute upgrade to business class for my 10-hours flight back to Germany. They gave me a new ticket and I took a seat in the way-more-comfortable business area chairs. The day just got waaaay better. However, I wondered about the reason of this sudden windfall.

I boarded the plane as one of the first passengers and after a couple of minutes, the seat to my left got occupied by a white man in his 40s wearing business shirt, trousers and shoes. He was a little to the chubby side, oily hair, pale skin; usually someone I wouldn’t offer a second glance. But when he put his hand luggage into the overhead storage, his trousers’ fabric stretched over his scrotum area and… Did I just see what I think I saw?

He took his seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him measuring me from top to bottom. He was practically taking in every detail of my body. When I looked at him, he quickly turned his gaze downwards not able to meet my eyes.

“Hey, what are you up to, pal?” I initiated the conversation.

“Oh, hi! Me? I am just coming back from checking a resort a couple of minutes away from Malé. I am the head ward of the resort and have to check in from time to time to see whether tourists are happy and everything is going as planned. Name’s Jeff” he babbled. While he spoke, he tried to lift his eyes from time to time to meet my gaze, but failed miserably.

“OK, so that tells me what you are doing for a living and how you can afford business class, Jeff. But I was rather referring to that…” and with the last word I bolted forward and my right hand gripped into his scrotum and got hold of his chastity cage. By the feeling of it, it must have been a size M at least or even L. His face resembled utter shock and horror. Fortunately – for him – there were no stewardesses around and the seats on the window aisles were not yet occupied.

“Ehh… ohh… this… can...” he stuttered with terrified eyes trying to get hold of the situation. He didn’t try to take my hand away though which told me a lot.

“Shut the fuck up when I am speaking, beta faggot. I assume I owe this little upgrade to your generosity which is the only reason why I forgive you your impoliteness you showed so far. Look at that…” and with a swift motion of my left hand, I pulled my jogger a little downwards to give him a good sight of my 8-inch, veiny, uncut elite dick. “This is what a man’s dick should look like. Free and strong to breed faggot cunts like yours. Or to be worshipped by this useless opening in your face called mouth which – so far – you have used to annoy me with every single fucking word. Has your master not taught you to address alphas like me with respect? And especially NOT TO FUCKING EYE ME UP AND DOWN LIKE A COW AT THE KANSAS RODEO SHOW?” with the last words I applied a well-measured amount of pressure to his balls, enough to hurt, too little to inflict serious wounds. He squeaked almost silently. As I heard people coming down the aisle, I let go of him, put my manhood back and took my seat again.

He whispered, now looking only to his feet “I am sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to offend you in any way, Sir. I am just not used to getting real life contact to an alpha god like you, Sir. I just saw you in the airport’s waiting area and got a glimpse of the apps you were using, Sir. I am sorry for spying, but in one of the photos, I could make out a chastity device, so I quickly figured what you are and what you do, Sir. I always tried to start using these kind of apps, but I am too shy, too timid, so I never initiated chats with masters like you, Sir. I have no keyholder so far either, Sir. This device I am wearing is called ‘cellmate’ and I was testing it because it can be controlled remotely via an app from everywhere in the world, Sir. And as I am a frequent traveler, I needed to make sure it can get through security once I might find the courage to contact someone online to become my figurative keyholder, Sir. Please… when I saw you today, I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get close to someone as breathtaking, intimidating and dominant as you, so I arranged the upgrade, Sir. Forgive me my rudeness and incapableness; I am your willing and obedient servant, Sir.”

When he had finished his monologue, we were interrupted by an approaching stewardess who offered us some orange juice or champagne. A plan came to my mind. I told her to give me the champagne and orange juice for Jeff. She looked a little puzzled, but when the fag boy didn’t object, she put a glass of orange juice in front of him and the champagne in front of me. I took a few seconds to collect some saliva and spit a good chunk into his orange juice. Then, I put my finger into my all-sweaty, stinky armpit, let it rest for a couple of seconds to accumulate some of the day’s vicious manly smell and used it to stir the juice-spit drink a little.

“Listen up, you little cock slut. First, don’t put that ‘Sir’ at the end of every fucking sentence. It sounds like you are a degenerate. Make it sound natural. Second, thanks to your little upgrade effort, I am willing to give you a chance today and show you what real servitude to a godly master like me implies. In order to show me your willingness to take that journey, I want you to drink that juice, enjoy it for a solid minute in your mouth, swallow it and thank me for creating such a unique drink for you pathetic, worthless loser. Thirdly, I quite enjoy the extra leg room on my side. However, I don’t want to put my stinky, rank, toxic socks on my own pillow. So, I will just use your leg room for the moment.” And by that I got rid of my shoes, planted my damp, dirty, grey Adidas socks on his pillow without further discussions.

He took the drink to his lips, poured it into his mouth and swirled it around like it was a good wine. After swallowing it, he said

“Thank you, Sir, for this delicious aperitif on my journey with my new master and alpha god whom I obey and deify. Take this as my promise to never disappoint you again and put my needs far behind yours just as your life is so much more worthy than mine could ever be.”

“Precisely so. Good boy, and now shut the fuck up, don’t look at me and make sure that we both get Wi-Fi on that plane so that we can arrange this “cellmate” to work properly. You will not need your dicklet for quite a long time I suppose.” With that, I put on my headphones, started the movie and forgot the worthless faggot.

Let’s say, almost forgot him. When the stewardess came around to ask for drinks and offered us the dinner menu, I scanned the offered meals and told her we’d get the filet mignon twice, a red wine for me and water for him. And that for all upcoming times, she’d ask again, it would always be water for him.

“Sorry, Sir, but I don’t eat meat at all” Jeff tried to negotiate.

“As I would fucking care. You won’t eat it anyway. You can have both of our salads maybe. I mean don’t you think you’re fat enough already?” I said with a grin.

“Yeah, you might be right” he whispered.

“Say it again for us, will you?” I pushed a little to find his boundaries.

“You are right and I am wrong. I am fat enough so I don’t need a real meal” he agreed looking approvingly at me, then at her. I have to admit he made me laugh in that moment. The stewardess on the other side looked a little shocked.

“No worries, we are working on his physique and one of his first training plan steps is for him to accept the problem, ok?” I offered as explanation and apparently it was enough for her so she went on with the next customer.

“How fucking hard are you right now, faggot?” I whispered into Jeff’s ear.

“So hard that I am wondering why the cage is not bursting, Sir” he shily admitted blushing a little.

“OK, good, you little sub-human. Just remember that you have no say in anything when I am around. You don’t offer advice, you don’t negotiate, you don’t complain. You receive what I give you, you do what I want you to do and speak when asked. No more no less. Everything else implies punishment. By the way, do we have Wi-Fi, finally?”

“Yes, Sir, I have arranged it with my credit card. Do you want me to start the synchronization between the device and your phone?”

“Let’s go! But I want to see every step your fucking faggot hands perform on my phone.”

And by that, Jeff started to install the cellmate app, typed in the unique ID code of his device and labeled me as the keyholder. I took his phone and made sure that he really had no option to get rid of the cage without my permission and I have to admit, it worked perfectly fine. He could only monitor some statistical data and had an entry for me as his new keyholder, but could not actually control the device. My app on the other hand showed everything including the possibility to unlock the ‘cellmate’.

“What’s that?” I pressed a button and the faggot next to me flinched as if I’d hit his balls with my fist.

“The shock mode, Sir. It’s for conditioning” Jeff informed.

“Oooohhh! That’s funny” I pressed the button again, just for testing purposes and he flinched again.

“OK, nice! But you’re not the only one with some nice software, hand me over your phone right now, fagboy.”

He reluctantly handed me his phone, I connected them and let my phone install a unique spy-control-malware. It had been designed and programmed by one of my rather IT-savvy slaves who was a lot into submission, control, and surveillance. I had used it on multiple occasions already, especially where a long-distance ownership was likely. On the positive side, this app is really far-reaching with screen control, location monitoring, access to apps, photos, videos, contacts and even passwords. It can’t get around the bank account passwords directly, but it records the keyboard usage, hence indirectly, you can get everything you want. Only downside, you have to install it from phone to phone and it takes time. But usually my fag slaves are either to tied up with other things (pun intended) or they don’t mind waiting.

“What are you doing, Sir?” Jeff asked. I looked him into the eyes and just pressed the shock button. He flinched and I asked whether I had heard anything.

“No, sorry, nothing, Sir!” and another electric jolt followed. This time, he shut up and looked at his shoes.

“Although you don’t deserve an answer right now, I want you to know to be careful about your media usage going forward” I informed. With those words, the installation was complete and I gave my new slave boy his phone back.

“Ah, and by the way your new password is ‘I am a pathetic slave to Master Aleks’, ‘Aleks’ with ‘ks’ and no spaces for that matter. We don’t want it to be unnecessarily long, right?”

“Sure, thank you, Sir! I will practice it” and with that he typed the password, unlocking his phone, just to lock it back again and type the password anew. I couldn’t suppress a grin. How fucking hilarious and obedient can fagboys behave?

So while I went back to watching my movie, almost lying on two seats, this worthless littler fucker just sat there upright locking and unlocking his phone like a teenager with his first smartphone.

When the food arrived, I had to piss really hard. But the movie was at its crucial scene and I didn’t want to pause and get up. I looked around and the stewardess was just asking Jeff if he needed another water as his was empty. I took off one of my headphones, told her he didn’t and grabbed his cup. She just went to the next passenger, apparently already accustomed to me talking for him, and I put on the headphones again. Jeff looked at me puzzled and didn’t realize where his cup had gone. But trained as he already was, he didn’t commit the mistake of asking.

When the cup re-appeared on his table from below the night blanket which covered my lower body, this time full with a light yellowish, still warm liquid, he blushed as if someone had caught him naked in the aisle.

“I figured water-only might not be the business class treatment you were looking for. Here you got some more of the alpha juice you were so eager for earlier, Jeffi boy. It will accompany your salads perfectly. Speaking of which…” and with that the stewardess planted his food tray on his table, doubtfully looking at Jeff’s now-full-again cup.

He wanted to grab his cutlery and get started. An electric jolt let him drop his knife and fork in an instant.

“You eat when I am done and you eat what’s left, dog. You are free to raise your appetite with some liquids of course” pointing to my piss in his cup. I deeply enjoyed the two filets, the fresh bread rolls and some of the dessert. Those things that didn’t find my taste, I threw on the fag’s tray, some only with bite marks. But some smaller, half-chewed pieces, I outright spit on his plate.

“OK, I’m done. Eat up. I want the trays to look splendid, trash can.”

Jeff looked at what was in front of him: two almost untouched salads (I added some spit), some now-undefinable side vegetables, half of a bread slice and a blackish mass which was supposed to be a chocolate cake dessert. He happily started eating one by one enjoying every piece as if it was 5-star cuisine. Seeing this beta faggot relish the spit-contaminated leftovers and knowing about the power I had over him now made my cock stir.

I took off my headphones, reached out and while he looked at me with a mixture of fear and desire, I pinched his right nipple with my thumb and index finger and turned it a little. While his white business shirt wrinkled around my assault, I commanded

“Tell me how much of a pig you are, right now!”

It did take him a second to swallow and realize my request, but he started almost on auto-pilot:

“I am a disgusting, fat, trash-savoring slave with an excuse of a dick, Sir. Fortunately, I found you, an alpha god who possesses the power to give my life the absent equivalent of purpose. This purpose is to obey your orders and fulfill your desires in the best way imaginable. My own life and existence are just as subordinated to yours as a pig is subordinated to its farmer. You exercise both absolute physical as well as mental control over me. And the worst of all: My locked-away slave cunt is rock hard and leaking precum like an old man who can’t hold his piss anymore while I am pronouncing these words to you, Master Aleks.”

“Get up and go to the toilet. Don’t lock the door. I will follow in a couple of minutes”.

He followed my orders and was gone. I waited for another two minutes, then I went for the same toilet, got in and locked the door behind me. Fortunately, in business class toilets actually can accommodate two people at the same time comfortably.

I ordered him to kneel down and he was on his knees in a split second.

“See that man dick right there in my joggers? It’s still only-half way where it should be. Do me a favor and find the missing inch.”

He wanted to pull the trousers down, but I shook off his hands and slapped him into his face, hard. He winced. Small tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“Did I say anything about undressing me, you fucking loser fag?”

“No, Sir, I am sorry!” came the swift reply.

“Get to work with your useless pig mouth through the fabric then and don’t make me repeat. Else the bruises will be visible for days” and with that he started to work on my dick with his tongue and teeth through the fabric. I could smell my crotch even standing straight, a mixture of piss which hadn’t found its way into Jeff’s cup, precum and a some days’ sweat.

“Tell me, how do you find your new place in life, fag?” I looked down at him.

“I love it, Sir. It is precisely where I belong. The smell of your manhood is intoxicating” with that he breathed in audibly “also, your crotch tastes even sweeter than the delicious chocolate cake you allowed me to have earlier. The tip of my tongue is overwhelmed by your unique flavor, I just can’t get enough of it and I dream of being that Adidas jogger on your legs to get filled with your alpha fluids. I am indefinitely happy that you put me in my place below you or any other real man. I am only a slave to real gods like you and I should not be allowed to touch my own little boy clit before pleasuring all other real men in the room. And even after my cock sucking duties, it is not up to me to make that decision, it is up to a real man, a master like you. And although it is not appropriate for me to ask questions: Please may I pleasure you on the next level, Master Aleks?”

“I’m gonna rip your throat open now, fag boy” and with that I pulled out my now rock-hard 8-inch manhood and Jeff opened up eagerly, not knowing what he was up to. I took hold of his hand and buried my dick deep into his mouth already going 90% with the first thrust. He gasped for air, I pulled out shortly, but only for a split second and went back in, and he almost threw up. I let it rest for a good five seconds with the fag’s nose covered in my pubes. I felt him trying to push me away, but I got the leverage and kept his head in place.

“Don’t fight back, the more you fight, the more I will make you suffer” I told him.

He immediately reduced his resistance breathing heavily, saliva running down the corners of his mouth and tears from his red eyes. He looked up at me and I grinned down devilishly, pulling out a little. He grasped for air deeply and tried not to vomit.

“If you puke here, I’m gonna make you eat the shit from the toilet floor, loser”

I went in again, getting hold of his ears and started face fucking him in a more rapid pace now. I could hear him work to catch some small breaths in-between my assaults. I felt the climax getting closer and commanded

“Get ready, man cunt, and don’t you dare wasting a single drop of my precious, sweet cream. You will keep all of it and swallow only when advised to do so.”

I increased the tempo even a little more and now I could hear him struggling to catch even single sniffs. The veins on my shaft were now clearly visible and it was covered in Jeff’s spit. My manhood was rock hard and with one final thrust I came into his mouth. One time, two times, three times. It had accumulated throughout the day and it was a lot to take for my newly born faggot. In his attempt not to swallow before having permission, it ran down his chin and some of my cum even found its way through his nostrils. It made him cough and his breaths came only in short intervals.

I took out my phone and started the camera app to record a video.

“Get your Master’s cock clean, fag boy” and Jeff started to lick the remaining cum from my cock still covered in my white man cream. He had trouble not to lose any of it in the process. When he was done, I ordered him to open up wide and zoomed into his cum stained mouth.

“Now swallow, Jeff” I commanded. And he swallowed my sperm, licked around his lips and chin to get the remaining cum on his face, used his fingers to get the cream around his nose and made smacking sounds in the process.

“How did you like your first of many face fucks, little cock sucker? Do you have anything to say for the camera?”

He blushed a little – or maybe he was just still red from his first fuck? – and answered

“Being face fucked by your gorgeous man dick is such an honor. It allowed me to see a real man’s dick close up for the first time in my life as mine is just a joke of a boy’s pipi. Your alpha sperm tastes better than anything I have ever eaten in my entire life. Sir, if you decided it would be my only food from now on, I couldn’t be happier as it is sweater than any cake and more savory than any piece of meat I’ve ever eaten. Please let me be your cum- and piss-drinking, leftovers-eating, feet sniffing pig slave for the rest of my pathetic life, Master Aleks” and with that I ended the recording.

“You do realize that there is no way back now, right? I got your life in my hands” I asked.

“I don’t need a way back because this feels so much more like the correct path than any other I’ve been on so far, Sir.”

“OK, good boy. Your mind and soul, your very existence are mine now. Never forget that. Clean yourself and follow me in two minutes.”

I slightly patted his cheek, unlocked the door and left the bathroom.

Who would have thought that I’d end this day with a new fag to use and abuse?