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Kinks: chastity, straight to gay, humiliation, blackmail, bondage, oral, anal, spit
"...And the Kuta Beach hotel here does a fantastic floating breakfast in their infinity pool," I said into my phone camera. "I’m so pumped to show you guys tomorrow! Seriously, it's pretty much a White Lotus experience here in Bali. No wonder so many of us Aussies come here on a gap year, right?"
The notification popped up on my screen just as I was about to finish my live stream on SnapChat. My smile faltered for a moment before I grinned extra wide and ran my hand down my exposed chest, nicely framed in the blue dressing gown. "See you guys and girls tomorrow morning!" I ended the stream, and then posted one of my thirst trap photos, the one with a sizable bulge showing under my tight denim jeans from yesterday, so it would be the first image of me that my followers would see on the app. Then I checked the notification as I headed to get the lift up to my suite.
I’d only been receiving these messages for three days, but it was already a familiar routine for me. Once I was safely out of sight of any prying eyes, I opened the message: "Danny! Great stream as always. Have any of your followers figured out that your bulge is from the cage around your dick? Remember, if you don’t want anyone to find out, show us again that you’re securely locked and we own you. Unless you’re ready to pay the full amount! Reply within ten minutes or the price of freedom goes up by 10,000 AUD. Your choice, Danny!”
I had no choice. Sure, with my blond, boy-next-door look and easy charm, I was one of the more popular travel influencers on SnapChat and Instagram, but that didn’t mean I could afford what my blackmailers were asking! The alternative, though, was too terrible to consider: if they released the photos and videos of me naked and caged - and by now they had at least a dozen, all clearly showing my face - my career would be over. No hotel chain or travel agency would partner with me again! 'Aussie travel influencer Danny Carmen exposed as chastity-caged pervert!' Fuck! Just one wild night partying at that club and I end up waking up in some shitty motel room, wearing this stupid cage, and sending humiliating photos every few hours to my 'owners' to prove I’m still wearing it!
But I had no time to waste on regrets - if I missed the ten-minute deadline, it would just make the situation worse. So I sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror, and spread my legs, pulling up the hem of my dressing gown to expose my dick, already straining in its tiny black cage. I opened the top half of the dressing gown, showing off the chain collar around my neck, secured with a padlock. I’d been warned not to remove that either, of course, reluctantly telling my followers I was wearing it as a symbol of my dedication to my ‘girlfriend’ back home in Brisbane, but no - it was just another sign of how I was so deeply and utterly fucked.
At least the collar could be removed easily - if I paid the ransom. As I adjusted my cage to get a good selfie, my fingers brushed past the hole where the lock was inserted. The cage had been secured with some kind of plastic contraption - something called a Permalocker, apparently - a little 3D-printed lock that went in, snapped in place, and couldn’t be removed again, unless I drilled out the entire thing. And of course, if I did that, the photos would be released and I might as well kiss goodbye to my career.
I couldn't let any of those thoughts show on my face or my blackmailers would raise the ransom again. Blinking away the tears threatening to leak out of the sides of my eyes, I put on the bright smile that got me the most likes in my selfies, and held up my phone to take the picture. Still, once I’d snapped a few photos from different angles, I couldn't help myself - my cock was doing its best to grow hard in its unyielding prison, and as soon as I had sent off the required selfie to my anonymous masters, the now-familiar perverse feeling of being utterly dominated and controlled rushed through me as I sank to my knees holding my aching balls until the rush of frustrated arousal subsided.
I’d only just gotten used to sleeping with the cage on, making the most of the hours in between waking up with aching balls. A cold shower and an early night beckoned - I didn’t want to look exhausted while streaming my floating breakfast in the morning.