I got dressed in the empty cabin and then made my way through the airport, walking a little gingerly with the plug moving around inside me with each step. After going through passport control and picking up my checked luggage I stopped in a toilet cubicle to see if I could remove the plug without the key, but it was opened too wide inside me and the padlock stopped it from being closed back up. I'd received a cage check request as well, so I sent a locked selfie before I headed out, making sure the plug wasn't visible in the photo - I didn’t need my blackmailers taunting me any more than they did already.
I took the MRT train and endured the wall of heat from the late Singaporean afternoon as I stepped out of the station and scaled the overpass to get to the hotel. I'd picked a budget hotel across from the causeway leading to Sentosa Island, a popular resort that offered sun, sand, and sea. There would be time for that tomorrow, though. I unpacked, showered, and ventured out to a food court for a quick dinner. Mark sent me a message while I was out: "Danny. Sorry to mess you about. Let's meet tomorrow at 7pm, at the marina in Sentosa Cove. Opposite the pirate themed playground. I'll explain."
I sent Mark a brief reply, then returned to the hotel and changed into a vaguely discreet outfit of black jeans and a black tank top. At nine-thirty I was outside the venue on the business card Ramirez had given me - a gay sauna, with a distinctive red wooden door, down an alleyway off Canton Street. Inside, I placed my clothes into a locker, then wrapped a towel around my caged cock and plugged hole and ventured deeper into the building.
There was a large central room with a pool in the middle of it and wooden booths around the sides, and in one of those booths I spotted Ramirez, naked and chatting with two guys I didn't recognise, both muscular and hairy with impressive beards. Ramirez saw me and waved me over. "Danny! Come and meet my friends, Alvaro with the headband on, and Phil with the shitty tattoos." Phil flipped Ramirez the finger as Alvaro chuckled. "This is Danny Carmen, my favourite double-locked influencer! A real troublemaker, this one," he said, smirking at me.
"Uh, nice to meet you guys," I said. Alvaro and Phil smiled at me, then Alvaro winked at Phil. Phil patted the seat beside him and I sat down, careful not to put pressure on my plug.
"I think he wants the key, but he's too shy to ask for it," Alvaro said to Ramirez, who nodded, and took off a thin chain he was wearing, which had a small metal key dangling from it. Ramirez held it out in front of me. "This what you want, Danny? Well, let's relax and have some fun first. I promised Alvaro and Phil that they would get to have a lot of fun with you. Why don't you take a good look at them both and then tell me which of their dicks you like better?"
Perhaps Alvaro was right. I didn’t think of myself as a shy kind of guy - as an influencer I loved talking to people and showing my followers the cool things I got up to in awesome places all over the world. But being caged, plugged and thrust so deeply and rapidly into a world of gay men and rough sex and domination had - not surprisingly - massively upended the way I understood myself and other people.
Anyway… I leaned forward as if I was going to whisper my answer in Ramirez’s ear. “The dick I like best… is…” Ramirez was staring intently at me. “Phil’s!” My fingers closed around the key and I yanked it out of Ramirez’s hand. My towel fell to the floor but I didn’t have time to pick it up in my haste to get away. I ran towards the locker room and into a cubicle, closing the door and locking it. Sitting on a small bench, I tried the key in the small padlock that kept my butt plug inside me.
“Fuck… no, come on, fuck fuck fuck!” The key wouldn’t fit. Upon closer inspection, it was clearly a different material and design from the padlock. I whimpered quietly to myself as I realised I would have to return to Ramirez and beg him to release me after all.