I couldn’t believe that it would be so hard… The guy in the video had zero problems showing and explaining: put the 1st ball through the ring, then the 2nd one, squeeze your flaccid dick at last, and put it directly in the chastity cage.
I looked at the clock and almost screamed in terror - it was less than 3 hours before my flight. I was looking forward to my long vacation in Italy for months, and I couldn't ruin it because of a stupid idea to lock myself in for the first time in my life before the trip.
Why have I decided exactly this moment to be my first? I have no idea. Vacations in Europe always give me a thought about something open-minded, mind-blowing, a little bit crazy, and whole a lot of nasty. Putting myself in chastity had exactly the same vibe, so I carefully measured myself and ordered one in advance, only to receive it this morning with 0 ability to try it on first. Oh, well… I guess it wouldn’t have been that exciting if I knew what I was doing.
Ok, 5 more minutes passed in my thoughts, still no progress. I looked down at my lonely ball in the ring and decided to move swiftly, sharply, and precisely. Just like a guy in a video. 2nd ball in the ring. Now dick. Now the cage.
Success!
The lock clicked in the silence of my bathroom, and I proudly looked at myself in the mirror. What a good boy! Damn, I look so hot in this. Maybe I should consider it as part of my experience even after vacation? But let’s not rush with decisions, better call an Uber and rush to the airport.
Before leaving my apartment, I made a quick glance at the keys. Is it wise to leave one key at home and take the second one with me? I hesitated for a second but threw both of them in the back of my suitcase. No worries, let’s take two just in case…
I arrived at the airport just in time. Thankfully, no need to stand in line for the registration - I could take my luggage as carry-on, so without waiting, I rushed to the security check.
I’m a frequent flyer, so the procedure is a routine for me. Empty pockets, take off my belt, put everything on a tray, and wait for the sign to pass through the body scanner. And that’s when it clicked.
The scanner…
I couldn’t believe I was so stupid.
There were not so many people today, honestly speaking, only one woman in front of me. The officer showed her a sign to move on: she made a step further, raised her hands, and turned sideways. The scanner rotated around her body, and after several seconds, the green light appeared on the top.
It happened in nearly 15 seconds, but for me it must have been an eternity.
What do I do?? There is no way I can explain to the TSA officer that lovely thing on my dick; I would die from embarrassment. Run away? They will think I’m a criminal or something…
The officer made a sign for me to move. Time froze. I walked like in a dream towards the scanner and raised my hands in surrender…
Another lady officer approached and started to have a loud argument with ours. I couldn’t hear a word; the horror was fully in control of my body. The scanner rotated around me and stopped. I raised my eyes to the light at the top. Nothing was happening… Second after second dragged on and then… Beep. Green light. I turned my head to the officer, but he wasn’t even looking at me, being in the middle of some important conversation. I stood for a couple of extra seconds, while he waved me to move farther, still paying zero attention to my existence.
I couldn’t believe my luck! Just quickly grabbed my belongings and stormed out of security control.
My heart was pumping! Face is all red, hands are shaking, and my bladder is several seconds from a total collapse.
While I was running to the bathroom, one thought wouldn’t leave my head: “What if I had a bomb down there? Well, I guess in such a case the light wouldn’t go green, but these people should pay more attention to their work.”
The bathroom had only 3 stalls, the left and right ones were showing red signs, so I flew into the middle one. I quickly realized my new reality: the cage was still in place and restricting my movements down there, including in the bathroom. It was my first time peeing with a cage on, so I decided to sit down: not because it’s more humiliating (I don’t believe in such thing), but just to avoid the splatters.
I pulled my jockstaps down to my ankles and used my hand to direct the cage. My bladder almost exploded, and a strong stream of pee notified the entire bathroom about my situation with a loud gurgling sound. Ok, now that was embarrassing…
I left my stall exactly at the same moment as my neighbor from the left. I took a look at the gorgeous guy walking next to me: very tall, with a pitch-dark bushy beard. To my surprise, he was staring back at me, with some weird glance in his eyes. I washed my hands and left the bathroom to find a comfy seat before the flight.
Reflexively, I opened Grindr to check the guys nearby, but immediately stopped myself. Nope. No guys until I am comfortable with my new situation. Plus, I had plans to mentally relax in Italy, without throwing myself into endless horny adventures; therefore, my cage was the only crazy thing I agreed with myself to do that time. Looking back at my vacation today, boy, I was naive…
Bzzz. Vibrating noise from my phone returned me back to reality. One new message on Grindr.
“Hi,” it was the guy with the beard.
“Hey”. Wow, that’s a bit awkward.
“Long time no see. We were bathroom neighbors just a few minutes ago.”
“Yeah, I noticed that too. What a strange place for the first meeting.”
“Oh, don’t tell me it’s your first time meeting someone next to the bathroom stall. I know it’s not the first time for me for sure :)”
“Well, you know how they say, things that happen in the bathroom stall stay in the bathroom stall…”
“Haha, true. May I ask you a personal question?”
“Well, you can always try.” God damn it, I just promised myself to stay away from such situations, yet sucking that guy’s dick would be impossible to resist.
“I couldn’t help overhearing the sounds from your stall. You know, I’m not implying anything, but judging from what I heard and the fact that it’s Locktober…”
“What the hell is Locktober? I never heard of it.” Where the hell is this guy leading to?
“Oh, it’s just a tradition when some horny guys wear chastity for the entire month to show their devotion to the kinky lifestyle. Sorry, I just accidentally thought you were one of them. It was stupid on my side.”
“No, I’m not one of those, and I don’t think that’s the only reason why guys can pee sitting down. I don’t think I need a reason at all… But yeah, it might be somewhat accidentally true that one of the guys in the bathroom was wearing a cage today, not for the month, but just like to try a first time…”
“And I totally agree on a man's right to pee anyway he sees fit. So… first time? Who’s the lucky keyholder? :)”
“Nobody, I was just doing this for myself…”
“That’s not as much fun! Common - lock your dick away - give you keys - see how your true self unveils. That’s how it works!”
“Well, I don’t know anyone who’s in that kink as well, so I’m just my own keyholder.”
“I have a better idea. Nothing serious, just to spice things a little bit… Where are you flying?”
“To Rome. It’s just 3h flight, we will board very soon…”
“What a lucky coincidence! How about that: let me be your keyholder just for these 3 hours. No stress, no obligations, just pure fun and the possibility to see if you like it. I promise I won’t run away in the flying plane, the worst case scenario, you will ambush me by the baggage claim…”
My heart raised its beat once again. I couldn’t believe the shit this guy was proposing. My dick has immediately tried to get hard, only to end like a bird, desperately beating against the walls of the cage.
“How would I even do it? I’m not passing you the keys in front of everyone.”
“Walk back into the stall you’ve already been in and leave them on the toilet cistern. I will follow right behind you.”
“And then how do we exchange back after the flight?”
“Dude, it’s not a nuclear missile. I will give it back in the plain, once everyone leaves. Now go, I’m following. And yeah, I do know that keys come in pairs, so make sure to leave BOTH of them in there.”
My brain wasn’t thinking, my eyes weren’t seeing anything, but my legs were already carrying me to the stall. Luckily, the bathroom was almost empty, so I walked in, took the keys out of my backpack, and silently put them next to the flush button. I froze just for a few seconds before leaving and quickly walked to the sink.
My Grindr friend wasn’t lying - the moment I left the stall he quickly lurked in, grabbed the keys, and 3 seconds later was washing his hands right next to me.
-See you later, alligator…
I just stood and watched in the mirror as he walked away. My immediate urge was to go back in the stall and have an aggressive jerk off, but that would have been impossible in my current situation.
So I decided to take my mind off and explore duty-free for the remaining 20 minutes before boarding.
The airport was huge, so I quickly got lost in the clouds of expensive perfume aromas, elegant bottles of liquor, and endless boxes of Lego up to the ceiling. I was able to fully relax, only to hear the voice from the speakers:
“...I repeat, the boarding for flight 570 to Rome is closing NOW!”
Fuck, there is no way on Earth I could miss that flight!
I grabbed my suitcase and ran through the crowd like crazy. My gate was not so far away, so I put all my strength into this short sprint… Yes, here it is! The lonely woman was looking very angry at me, yet said nothing while scanning my boarding ticket and let me through. Fuck yes!
By the time I reached the plane, everyone was already seated. I took a look at my ticket and saw number 31F. Damn it, it’s all the way in the back! Now I have to have a walk of shame through the entire passenger cabin, but at least I can have a final glance at my new Grindr keyholder.
Row 7, 8… 12, 13… 25, 26… 31. I walked all over the plane until I reached my seat. 31F. Second row to the last. My heart stopped.
The guy wasn’t on the plane. There was no way I’d miss this fluffy beard. Maybe he was also late the same way I was?
I took my seat and quickly grabbed my phone in the hope of a last-minute Internet connection.
I opened Grindr with my shaking hands and typed:
“Man, where are you?? We’ve already boarded, the plane is taking off!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, there’s no rush. My flight to Amsterdam doesn’t start in the next hour.”
“What?? I thought you were heading to Rome on the plane with me!”
I still remember the last message I was able to see before the signal cut off.
“I hope you have a safe flight… and a metal cage.”
After that, my vacation took very unexpected point of no return.
But that’s a whole other story…
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