After I’d recovered somewhat from my encounter with the guys from the gym, I caught a bus down to Sanur Beach to catch up with Mark ‘Merlin’ Moore. He was another influencer and friend of mine from the Brisbane scene that I’d gotten to know for a good few years - he’d helped me get started with the basics of creating content and building a personal brand. I found him sipping a margarita inside a quiet beachside karaoke bar. With his deep tan, broad shoulders and curly dirty blond hair, he rocked a surfer-dude look that I’d personally seen turn heads. After Mark’s ex-boyfriend broke up with him, he started to get into posting nudes on OnlyFans, and the last time we’d spoken properly was when he was about to move to Singapore. I took a quick peek at his BlueSky - he was promoting his recent OnlyFans collabs with various mostly Asian guys.
He waved at me when he saw me approaching. “Danny! How are you? It’s been too long, dude!” I pulled him into a hug, and ordered myself a matching margarita, then we took turns to record ourselves with beaming smiles against the backdrop of Sanur beach for our socials.
“You look like you’re ready to hike Mount Batur,” I said, looking at the large backpack near his feet. “How long are you staying in Denpasar?”
“Still got two more days here, then catching a flight back home. Got some shoots arranged with guys in Singapore. Trying to get my earnings to the next level, you know? You should seriously consider joining OnlyFans, Danny,” he grinned. “Although I guess it might not be on-brand for you. But it’s good money, as long as you keep posting new PPVs, sorry, pay per view posts, and getting the leaked stuff taken down.” I nodded, thinking about how much I needed to raise to buy myself out of the damned cage - almost 100k at the moment, but it was barely three months’ earnings for some of the top accounts on OF…
Mark’s phone buzzed and he picked it up and checked the message. His face fell for a moment as he put his phone away. He laid his hand on my shoulder and gave me an apologetic smile. “Danny, it’s been good to see you, but I gotta shoot off. I forgot I had this tour booked and I gotta get back to the hotel or they’ll leave without me. But you should stay and finish your drink.” He hefted the backpack over his shoulder and headed towards the back of the bar with his empty glass, gesturing ‘text me’ to me as he left.
I watched beachgoers enjoying the sun and sand as I finished my drink (after posting a photo of it to my SnapChat Story). Then I saw a new message from my blackmailers: ‘Danny. Upstairs, small karaoke room. Strip naked. Put on the mask you’ll find there. And give us a show. Make it good and we’ll take 5,000 AUD off your ransom.’ I put my phone away, my hands trembling slightly, and looked around in case I was being observed. Then I felt a flash of anger at being used by my blackmailers for their entertainment. Still, it was a step closer to freedom, I told myself as I climbed the stairs.
Inside the room, I found Merlin - it was obviously him, even though he was wearing a leather hood and leather assless trousers and boots. His head jerked up when he heard me entering but he remained in position, on all fours, with a wide black leather paddle resting on his back. He’d set up his phone on a tripod to record video from behind and slightly above his ass. There was a black eye-mask hanging from the tripod. I put it on, then stripped, leaving my clothes out of shot. If I hadn’t been wearing the cage, I would have been rock-hard with anticipation.
I started by picking up the paddle and stroking his back with my hand. He tensed at first, then relaxed and grunted through the hood, wiggling his ass from side to side - making it obvious what I was supposed to do. I gave him a round of light, teasing swats with the paddle, alternating between his exposed cheeks, then moved on to firmer swats, turning his ass a deeper shade of red. He started to thrust forwards with each swat, so I moved my arm under his belly to stabilise him - and as I suspected, I could feel that he was wearing a cage on his dick. A quick peek from the side confirmed that there was no keyhole - Merlin Moore was permanently locked, just like I was.
The cage felt warm to the touch, and I realised that Merlin was enjoying his treatment at my hands. I grasped the end of his cage and rubbed my finger across the damp, sticky tip of his cockhead as I delivered a series of further swats to his ass. He began to moan, muffled by the hood, and thrust his caged cock into my hand. With a groan of pent-up arousal and despair, Merlin thrust forwards and jets of his cum spilled out of his cock and onto the towel, while he shook and struggled to remain upright. I massaged his balls until he had finished cumming, then knelt in front of him and peeled back the hood. He was blushing hard and his hair was matted with sweat. He didn’t seem all that shocked to see that it was me who was spanking him, although his cheeks reddened further in embarrassment.
I don’t know why I did it, but he looked so vulnerable in that moment, that I leaned in and we kissed hard, our tongues clashing, before he pulled away, got to his feet and stopped the video recording. I saw his eyes flick towards the cage I was wearing, but he said nothing. He gathered his clothes, the towel, the paddle and mask, and his phone and backpack, avoiding eye contact with me as he exited the room.