Mr Lim made me step into the aisle and face towards the economy cabin. "Let's go, slut." He nudged me along the corridor with his hands on my hips until I began to move. "Please, don't do this," I begged. "I can't have people see me like this!" I stopped moving, but Mr Lim pushed me forwards relentlessly, through the curtain leading to a galley area. Only one thin curtain separated me now from the other cabin. "I'm sorry! I'll behave for the rest of the flight!"
But Mr Lim ignored me, and peeled the curtain back as he pushed me into the cabin. I choked back a sob as passengers turned to look at me, their faces a mixture of shock, disgust and amusement.
"Is that the guy who delayed us taking off?"
"My God, he's naked!"
"What's that on his dick?"
"Fucking pervert!"
"He's absolutely filthy..."
Mr Lim marched me down the aisle as the passengers continued to stare and a few took photos of my humiliation. We reached a seat that was attached to the back of the cabin, the kind that the flight attendants use during takeoff and landing, and Mr Lim secured my tied wrists to a small hook above my head, making sure I had no way to cover up my naked body or hide the cage. The seat had a clear line of sight down the aisle, which meant that anyone sitting in an aisle seat could turn around to ogle me. I blushed as a group of guys in the rows nearby, the stag do group, turned round to point and laugh at me. "Fucking hell, there's something in his ass! Kinky fucker!" I blushed as someone else noticed a string of precum dangling from the tip of my caged cock, and took a photo of me.
Cai appeared from the other cabin carrying my luggage and a clear plastic bag that contained my clothes and phone. Mr Lim spoke to one of the guys who was sitting opposite me on the other side of the aisle. "Excuse me, sir, may I ask for your assistance? Please make sure that Mr. Carmen here receives his clothes and possessions once we land." Cai handed the bag over, and the guy nodded. The flight attendants returned to the front cabin, and I looked over at the guy holding my stuff. He had picked up my phone and was holding it in his hand, trying to unlock it. "Hey, dude, please don't touch my phone," I said. He looked over at me, his expression neutral, searching.
"Mate, please," I huffed. "Seriously, can you leave my phone alone?" I tried to sound seductive. "I'll... I'll do what you want if you do that. Anything..." I opened my legs wider and arched my back, showing off my body.
The guy was watching me with a look of derision. He was lean and wiry, maybe about thirty, and had one of those thin faces with short dark hair that was already greying at the edges. Perhaps he wasn't part of the stag do group after all, but some of the group had turned around to listen to us.
"Firstly, 'mate'," the guy said, "I'm not gay. And secondly, even if I was, it's not like you have anything to bargain with. You can't fuck anyone while wearing that cage and you can't get fucked when your arse is stuffed full, can you?"
"No, I know," I stuttered, "but I can- I can suck you off!" Another look of disgust crossed his face, but I thought I also detected a flash of curiosity. "Mate, it's different when it's a guy sucking your cock. I can do a much better job 'cause I know how it feels on me."
"And you'd know that, would you?" he said, eyeing my cage. "Jesus. How many cocks have you sucked? No, don't tell me. I don't care." He stopped to consider the idea. "You'd better be fucking good at it," he said at last, to chants of "Suck his cock! Suck his cock!" from the stag do guys around him.
Phones came out, recording my further humiliation, as the guy got out of his chair and stood in front of me. I stood up, feeling the weight of the plug tugging at my hole, and let the seat fold up against the cabin wall behind me, then sank to my knees, my wrists still attached to the wall above my head. There was another cheer from those watching when the guy pulled his half-hard cock out of his jeans and pointed it at my lips. "Go on then."
I sucked the head of his dick between my lips, trying to bring him to a full erection, while he stood in front of me awkwardly, his hands against the wall for support. Perhaps I needed to give him some pointers. I let his dick slip out of my mouth. "I want to make you feel good," I said. "You can hold me by- by the hair, move me onto your cock, fuck my throat - whatever you want," and then I dove back onto his dick and tongued the shaft with renewed vigour. He moved his hand to the back of my neck and leaned in, his eyes closed, and I continued to service him enthusiastically.
There was an announcement. "Cabin crew, prepare for landing in fifteen minutes." Tamping down my rising sense of panic, I redoubled my efforts on the cock in my mouth, but it seemed the guy wasn't into it enough to cum. Eventually he stopped thrusting and just leaned forwards to impale my mouth and throat on his cock, forcing me to breathe through my nose as he pinned me against the wall with his hips, unable to free myself. "I thought you were supposed to be better than a girl at this," he taunted me. "Bah."
He pointed to my phone, which he'd left on his seat, and someone handed it to him. He flipped the front of it to face me, and I should have closed my eyes, but I didn't realise what he was up to until it was done; even though I had a dick in my mouth, my phone recognised my face and unlocked. The guy grinned. I mumbled ineffectual protests, still gagged with his cock, while he flicked through my phone. "Jesus. You got a lot of photos of yourself here. It's like, a fifty-fifty mix of you naked and caged and like, doing Instagram stuff. You some kind of influencer or something?" I tried to shake my head. Someone behind him said, "Yeah! I recognise him - he's some Australian fitness dude called Danny Carmen!"
"Oh, right," the guy said. "Never heard of you. But hey, let me help you out, ‘mate’. You wanna create some content to remember this moment? He held my phone above me and took some snaps of me still holding his dick between my lips, then did the same with his own phone, while I mumbled ineffectual protests. He finally pulled out, and sat back down, and I scrambled to my feet and awkwardly managed to sit back down on the folding seat, cheeks burning with humiliation.
Jason entered the cabin, preparing everyone for landing, and when he reached me the chatter around me died down as he took a seat in the staff area behind me. I felt every vibration, bump and bounce of the landing through my ass as the plane touched down on the runway. While all the other passengers gathered their bags and disembarked, some of them looking back at me in disapproval, I was left to wait naked in my seat as they filed past and out of the exit at the back of the cabin.
Eventually, Ramirez made his way through the plane towards me. He produced a pair of scissors and snipped through the wrist tie. "Danny, welcome to Singapore Changi Airport. We hope you had a pleasant journey with us. I know I did, and the cabin crew are pretty satisfied too,” he smirked. “You can take your stuff and leave now. I'll even let you put your clothes on here so you won’t have to leave the aircraft in the nude."
"Thanks for that," I said sarcastically. "What about, uh, this?" I gestured to my butt plug.
Ramirez patted me on the shoulder. "You can keep that on a little longer. I don't think you've earned the right to take that out yet." He reached into a pocket and fished out a business card, then placed it in the bag containing my clothes. "Go and get dressed, check in to your hotel or wherever you're staying, then go to this venue. Say around ten tonight. Then we'll talk about getting that plug out…"
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