I didn’t get much sleep that night. I spent the time hunched over my laptop in the dark, trying to find out as much as I could about the address Mark had given me. It was a large house in a gated community called Sentosa Cove - the kind of place you had to be a millionaire or minor celebrity to afford. I wondered what Mark’s connection to it was. Perhaps he filmed his collabs there? The house had changed hands recently, but I couldn’t find anything about the new owner.
The other reason I didn’t get much sleep was that my cage was driving me crazy. When I thought about what I had been made to endure - having humiliating photos taken, being spat on, sucking cock for the first time - I started to get hard, and the cage tugged on my balls, a dull, throbbing ache that reminded me that someone else controlled my cock. I was also beginning to question whether I was starting to be attracted to guys. The fact that I had enjoyed being used by the Latino gym dude and his friend, and the kiss I’d shared with Mark, made me wonder if I was open to other possibilities…
I caught myself nodding off, and decided I’d done enough research for now. Lying on my bed, I tried to remember how I’d gotten caged and collared, but that night was still a blur. Mark had messaged me to say he would be coming to Bali for a few days, and mentioned some places he wanted to visit, including a buzzing nightclub in Seminyak called Sapera. “We should go!” he’d said. “They’re holding a once-a-month big party night - it’ll be wild!” He was due to arrive in Bali that same afternoon, so we made plans to go together - but then he told me his flight had been cancelled and he’d had to rebook for the next day.
Anyway, I thought I would check out the club night by myself, then fill in Mark on what it was like. I remembered watching some great cabaret performances on a stage and then dancing the night away to a DJ set in the main room. The clubbers were mostly men, although it wasn’t a gay venue. I remembered quite a few guys hitting on me. Then someone must have spiked my drink or something, because the next thing I remembered was waking up in a nearby motel afterwards, already wearing the cage and neck chain, and sneaking back to my own hotel once I’d felt steady enough to leave. And then the messages started - no going to the police, the initial ransom, the cage check routine - an expertly sprung trap.
In the end I didn’t get any sleep until the first light of another beautiful sunrise on Bali appeared outside my window. When I finally got up and out of bed, it was nearly eleven and I had missed my usual gym and protein shake routine. Fortunately I hadn’t been asked for a cage check photo yet. I showered and carried out my morning routine, then took the lift down to the hotel’s restaurant for breakfast - an Aussie-style big fry-up with coffee.
A slim young waiter in a crisp brown uniform approached me carrying a plate of hot food and as he got closer, I recognised him as Sammy, the hotel staff member who’d photographed me the previous night. He had a mischievous smile on his face as he put the plate down in front of me. The sausage and tomatoes had been grilled and arranged so that the darker charred areas of meat resembled my cock cage. "What the hell is this? You think this is funny?" I fumed, pointing to the offending items. "How about you take this back to the kitchen and make a fresh breakfast for me?"
Sammy was taken aback, but before he could respond, my phone buzzed with a cage check notification. Sammy's eyes flicked to it and he must have realised what it meant when a look of horror passed across my face. He pressed his advantage. "That your 'girlfriend'? Asking for another photo?" He sat down at the table opposite me. "Maybe you see what she wants?"
I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but he was probably right. I shot him a furious look as I opened the message. "Fuck."
"Need some help?" Sammy offered. I sighed and nodded. He stood up and took my hand. "This way," he said, and led me through a Staff Only door and up some stairs, onto a little rooftop area above the kitchen. It was surrounded on three sides by wooden fences and trees, with one side having a view over a small car park. "Here, we can do it here."
I started to strip immediately, conscious of the time limit. Naked apart from the neck chain and cage, I stood in front of Sammy, hands behind my back. "Get on your knees," he said, and I obeyed, looking up at him. He had his phone out and was recording. "Since you don't like the sausage breakfast we make for you, you can have this one now," he taunted, reaching down with one hand to undo his flies and pull out a short, thick cut cock. I wasted no time - I leaned forward and sucked his meat into my mouth, working the head and shaft with my tongue, holding on to his thighs with my hands to steady myself. He sucked in his breath as I teased his cockhead. After a few minutes, he put his hand on my hair. "Wait."
He unbuttoned his shirt and opened it, revealing his lean, lightly muscled chest, and pushed his work trousers down. Then he began a slow facefuck. I focused my attentions on his head and shaft, worried about the time I had left, and finally, with a tight grip on my head, he grunted and shot his load into my mouth. "Don't swallow yet," he said, as he pulled out.
He made me wait on my knees with my mouth open and took some photos, then resumed recording. "Now you can swallow." I dutifully complied, waiting for him to get dressed. Finally, he nodded. "You can get your phone now. I share the photos I took and you can do whatever with them." I nodded gratefully, and composed a draft email on my phone, Sammy shaking his head in disbelief as I remained nude until my email was sent.