I tried messaging and calling Mark after the spanking I’d given him at the bar, but he wasn't responding. I figured he’d probably end up speaking to me in his own time, and decided to head back to my hotel to plan some sightseeing for the afternoon.
There was another message from my blackmailers after lunch. It contained a link to Mark's OnlyFans, where he'd posted a teaser about the video from the session. "Good job, Danny. We've taken 5k off your ransom. Just send us 87k and you can be a free man again! Actually, we liked it so much that we have some new rules for you, to get you used to performing with other guys!
1. When you send us photos of you locked in your cage, you must be naked and looking super happy and horny, like you were always meant to be locked!
2. Every day, one of your cage check photos must be taken by someone else. It could be a buddy of yours, a hookup, or just a random stranger - but we want to see that someone else is holding the camera, knowing that you're caged. If they ask to keep the photo, you're gonna let them do that. If they want something in return for helping you out with the photo, that's up to you (for now!).
3. Once a week, we’ll send you a task to complete! For example, you might need to show that your ass is plugged when you take the photo!
We'll add to your debt each time you break one of these rules!"
I read the message again, my desperation increasing. It was the second rule that concerned me the most. The cage check requests usually demanded a response within ten minutes, but I could never predict exactly when they would arrive or how many there would be in a day. There was no way to cheat, either. I had already tried taking a bunch of photos and sending them later on. My anonymous masters apparently checked the timestamps on the images - and had increased my debt by 20k alone for a previous transgression. It seemed like I would have to get used to persuading strangers to participate in my exposure. The thought of it terrified and excited me at the same time.
As if to maximise my stress levels, I didn't receive any further cage checks all afternoon. I spent the time taking scenic photos of downtown Denpasar from the hotel's rooftop bar for my socials, and then lounged around the pool. I had a long chat with one of the hotel staff, a friendly, flirty young woman called Raju who had been looking after me from day one, and cursed once again the fact that I was locked.
In the evening I went for dinner at the hotel's restaurant. It was around eight when I finally got another message.
"Danny! You had a quiet day in the hotel today, it looks like! We hope the new rules weren't responsible for that. You need to get back to your usual routine tomorrow, got it? No hiding, it’s boring. Now send a photo of your locked dick. The new rules apply! And this is your last chance of the day to follow rule 2. Let’s hope someone’s nearby to help! Ten minutes or you'll owe us 10k!"
I had half-expected the message, so I immediately called the front desk and asked them to send Raju up to my room at once with some fresh towels. I paced up and down in my dressing gown, waiting for the knock at the door as the minutes ticked by. When it came, I opened it - only to find that it was one of the other hotel staff, a slim young man that I'd seen working the front desk. "Your towels, sir," he said, his eyes drawn to the locked neck chain. "Raju is, ah, unavailable right now, but is there anything else I can help you with?"
I didn't have time to consider any other options. "Yes, actually. Uh, I need you to help me take a photo."
"What kind of photo?" he asked, curious. I stepped back into the room and he followed.
"I, uh, it's for my girlfriend back home," I said, my face reddening. "It's a bit hard to explain, but I just need you to take a photo of me. Um, and it has to be obvious that it's you taking the photo, and not one I took myself..."
He nodded, grinning. "Oh, that kind of photo? Okay, I can do that for you, sir. Where do you want to do it?" He stepped into the bathroom and put the towels down on a counter. "Maybe in here? She will be able to see that I was taking the photo in the mirror..."
"Yes, that'll do." I opened the dressing gown and tossed it on top of the towels, then sat on the edge of the bathtub and flashed him a smile as I handed my phone to him with the camera app open. "Like this is fine."
His eyes widened as he took in my cage, then he smirked as he took a photo. But when I reached for my phone, he jerked his hand back and put it in a back pocket. "Hey! I need that!"
His expression was taunting now. "Your girlfriend can wait a bit, right? I want a few photos for myself." I froze and allowed him to snap some photos of me with his own phone. "How about you sit on the side there, show off your chest and arms. Very nice." He moved around me, taking photos from multiple angles. "Lift yourself up with your hands so I can see your dick. Perfect." My cock tried to stiffen in the cage, and I moaned as my balls drew up tight against the ring, making my photographer snort in amusement. He flicked through the photos he’d taken, and smirked at me. "Ask for Sammy at the front desk if you want to do this again." He took out my phone from his pocket and tossed it at me. I frantically composed a reply to my blackmailers and sent it just in time, and by then Sammy had left my room.
There was a new message notification. It was an email from an old address that I didn't think Mark still used. He'd forwarded me an address in Singapore and a flight ticket for tomorrow afternoon. Perhaps I'd finally get some answers out of him...