"Nathan? Oh man, it is you! I saw your Snap Story! How did you find Chiang Mai?" I set down my pina colada on the bar counter and pulled him in for a hug. Of course I couldn't help noticing that he only pressed one side of his upper body awkwardly against mine. Still, it was enough for me to feel the impression of his neck chain through his white linen shirt. Mark's younger brother was tall and lean with dark brown hair, eggshell-blue eyes like Mark's, and the kind of zero-fat, narrow upper body that looked great in fashion shoots.
Nathan gave me a smile, although I sensed that his heart wasn't really in it. "Hey, uh - Danny, isn't it? Haven't seen you since Mark's birthday drinks." He turned towards the bar and discreetly adjusted the bulge in his cargo shorts. "Yeah, Chiang Mai was fun. Went to an elephant sanctuary on my last day. It was so cool to see how they look after the elephants there. They wouldn't let us ride them, though. Not like the one I went to in Phuket before I arrived here. Got some great photos for my private Insta..." I must have looked appalled for a moment, because he quickly changed the subject. "Hey, you and Mark have been together a while now, right? How is he? We haven't been talking as much since I started college. What's he up to?"
I sipped my cocktail before answering. "He's actually in Ko Phangan for the full moon party with some friends of his right now. I'll be joining him in a couple of days, after my photoshoot wraps up." I didn't mention that Mark's friends were the LAD Media boys, but Nathan probably had some inkling. "Might hit the pool while it's not too busy. You want to join?"
Nathan flushed, and I saw him fighting a familiar urge - the temptation to reach down and adjust his shorts again. "Uh - maybe later. I'm, uh, still exploring this resort. Still can't believe I'm doing a photoshoot at the Four Seasons after seeing it on White Lotus... But anyway, I need to call the agency and figure out the details of the shoot. I'll message you after?"
"Sure," I smiled. "Unless I message you first." Nathan nodded, and made his way indoors towards the hotel's reception.
I took out my phone and opened my email inbox to the draft message I was working on. Unfortunately for Nathan, there would be no photoshoot. Just a five night stay at the Four Seasons in Koh Samui for the two of us (under separate bookings, naturally), fully paid for by LAD Media - Master Jiang's reward for my loyal service, and a carefully orchestrated trap for Nathan Moore. Not telling Mark had been torturous, but he deserved it after cheating on me with Master Jiang's newest performer, who'd promptly threatened to end the contract without paying their exit fee. Master Jiang had been furious. The draft message, personally approved by Master Jiang, just needed me to add a final line. "And if your photo doesn't show you naked with your face visible, your ransom goes up by 5k. Plus I'm adding another 5k right now for the elephants, you asshole." I typed with grim satisfaction, and tapped Send.
After finishing the rest of my drink, I stripped down to my budgie smugglers, the outline of my cage clearly defined through the tight fabric. I didn't care who knew about it any more - I was proud of it now. Danny Carmen, the straight-acting travel influencer, was gone, yesterday's news. Now I was Danny Carmen, the caged camboy slut, one of the top content creators at LAD Media. I lowered myself into the pool and swam a few laps, ignoring the occasional snicker or disapproving stare from a shocked hotel guest.
I emerged from the pool and towelled off quickly, then reclined on a vacant sun lounger and ordered another drink. My phone buzzed - a reply from Nathan, with a photo attachment. Shielding the phone from any prying eyes, I opened the message.
In the attached photo, Nathan was sitting on a toilet lid, naked apart from a chain collar padlocked around his neck, and the cage - in between the toned legs splayed widely, a gleaming prison of polished steel bars that sealed his cock away. Given Mark's familiarity with Master Jiang's methods, Jiang had chosen a particularly secure design, which was held together with E-clips: thin metal disc-like clips that gripped onto the joins between the cage and base ring and couldn't be easily extracted (even with pliers) once inserted. Nathan's cage would not be coming off without some serious cutting tools.
Nathan was smiling in a manner that would only look forced if you knew him well, his hands held behind his neck to expose his shaved pits to the camera. I could see beads of sweat dripping down his chest in the heat of the confined cubicle. Despite his predicament, his cock had swollen to fill the cage completely, his balls were pulled tight and there was a tiny bead of precum at the tip. Barely two days in the cage and he was already churning with frustrated need. Perfect. I forwarded Nathan's reply to Master Jiang and to Teo, who would be messaging Nathan to demand cage photos when I wasn't available. Three more days of humiliating desperation and zero relief awaited him, and at the end of it, I was looking forward to the look on his face when Master Jiang arrived in person to offer Nathan Moore a contract.