Airport Metal Detector SPH
A Fictional Story by MinimusPuck.
How did she even come up with this? What if I go to prison? That would be right up her alley. The thought of being passed around as a bitch to the entire jail makes him tremble even more. Partly out of nerves, partly out of just how hot it would be… All those sweaty Mediterranean men with all their muscles and desire. Forcing him to do what they wanted… Forcing him because he’s so much weaker… Forcing him because he’s no longer a man…
James tilts his dumb little head in confusion. Perhaps it won’t be all that different from how his life has turned out with Her.
The old man moves through the metal detector as James contemplates a potential fate of sucking and fucking his days away without his mistress to guide him.
BUZZZ!!!!!
The elderly gentleman looks around innocently for a moment. It’s the same expression James will have, except he won’t be innocent.
The guard gestures for “Empty your pockets.” The old man had forgotten to remove his keys and his belt. Of course he had. What would my excuse be? It’s not like someone exactly forgets they have a metal butt plug up their ass. Or a steel cage around their cock for that matter.
James shakes his dumb little head. A cock. Is that even what I have anymore? Could I even call it that? Could I have ever called it that? It was 2.5 inches hard, but now… It’s been months since he’d been hard. He almost sighs but holds back. She’ll hear. She always hears. Even the slightest hint of protest is enough to incur Her wrath these days.
What if he just walks away? Turns and leaves the line? No. That would never work. She would call down God’s holy wrath upon him, and the guards would swarm before he even makes it through the door. No. He has no choices. Not anymore. Decisions are made for him now. Now he can only serve and sigh inside his mind. Any louder and his punishments amplify. That’s how all of this got started anyway…
***
‘Do you still remember?’ Lucia had asked him contemplatively, as if nostalgic for those days gone by. Days never to return. ‘Remember when you still thought you were a real man?’ She asked as she traced her finger up his freshly waxed leg, starting with his calf and then his thigh, causing him to shudder in anticipation as she drew near to his crotch, to his cage.
Between the heat of the sauna and Her touch, he was near fainting and had no answer. He wasn’t sure he was even allowed to answer. Or if this was just another training session. He had failed two already, and it seemed any second She would punish him, or worse, cast him loose. A fate worse than death.
Her fingers stopped, and he looked up to match her gaze, the intensity of his desire apparent, though he was doing his best to seem relaxed, but clearly failing. She had only the faintest hint of a smile on her lips before she shook her head and her fingers continued up to his towel. Before folding back the hand towel he had covered himself with, he stopped.
‘Before you became mine?’
It was the most affection she’d shown him in weeks, and he was starved for it. He’d spent that time either being ignored or in Her service. He’d been Her escort (until she found someone better), Her designated driver (and oh how mercilessly She would ridicule him when She was drunk!), but mostly her maid, dressed in a little miniskirt, thong and thigh-high stockings, ready and willing to clean and fluff up any date who came home with her, half of them thinking he was a girl. And then he would listen helplessly while she reached climax after climax in the next room, until the time came for her lover to finish, and then he would be on his knees or bending over, awaiting his cock and his seed wherever he fancied dumping it.
So… his heavy breathing was understandable, to say the least. It was in anticipation. In blind hope. In desperation. Of the release he’d been deprived of for far too long. Why now, she had decided, he could only imagine, but he was lapping up her affection like a kitten with cream.
His desperation rose as she smiled approvingly of the sight before her, and bit her lip coquettishly when She is undecisive. Oh, it has been so long since She has been indecisive…
‘Old habits die so hard I suppose,’ Lucia murmured. ‘But little by little you revealed yourself to me. Your true nature. Even if you didn’t know that’s what you were doing.’
James was still unsure if he was allowed to answer. Sometimes he was punished for answering. Other times for not answering. He couldn’t yet tell which he would be punished for. The stakes were high. So very high.
She sighed as her fingers walked like little legs down between his thighs. A simple tap was all the direction James needed, and they parted like Moses at the Red Sea for her.
‘You’d still want to though, wouldn’t you?’ Her Castilian accent as thick as ever. ‘Prove yourself to me? To fuck my perfect pussy with your pathetic little penis?’
The words caught in his throat, and he managed a nod. Of course I would. Deep down, through it all, everything we’ve been through, the answer is Yes despite the endless humiliations, the imprisonment, the spankings, the planned scenarios conjured up by that cruel, beautiful mind that possessed that equally cruel, beautiful body.
The embarrassing unhappy accidents he was forced to lean into (wearing only his panties in the locker room after “accidentally” getting himself locked out of his locker, until some stud took them off and fucked him until he finished), the cocks he was forced to lean into even when she was nowhere around and then report back to her about, whether he’d swallowed it all or had to lick anything off the floor. The reputation he’d long since sacrificed. Whoever he was before and whoever he became now. Oh, it was all for Her. All for this moment. A gauntlet of flame and shame he had run for Her.
‘I wonder…’ She said, thinking aloud as she flicked at his cage mercilessly, causing him to grunt and whimper. ‘If you can be honest with me?’
The moment of truth.
‘Of course. I always am. Always honest with you, Domina.’ James sputtered.
She looked at him, an eyebrow forking up, as if he had crossed a red line by speaking, but after a moment, she looked away, letting her towel slide a bit, revealing more of herself than he’d seen in so very long.
‘You thought because…’ She said, pausing for effect, leaving him to hang himself on every word. ‘Because I have petite breasts, that you actually had a chance with me, didn’t you?’
He bit his tongue hard.
‘Remember, be honest,’ she said, her head tilted as she awaited his answer.
James allowed a desperate sigh to escape him. Whatever he said now, he knew would be wrong.
‘I was a fool,’ he said, doing his best to sound diplomatic.
To this, she laughed.
‘Of course you are! But that did not answer my question. Yes or no? That was it, wasn’t it?’
James mustered whatever courage remained and cleared his throat.
‘Yes.’ He whispered and said nothing more, hoping he would not need to say more.
It was indeed the reason I was drawn to her. I had thought because her tits were so small she might be self-conscious about them. Easy prey for a guy like me. Willing to overlook how pathetic my cock was.
James looked down out of shame and was met with the pathetic sight of his caged clit. She had done enough to stir him with her tapping, but it wasn’t enough. It never was. She always knew where the line was, while he always stumbled over it.
James heard her clicking her tongue disapprovingly, and before he looked up, her hand, as petite as her breasts, descended over his cage, covering it with ease as if she doubted.
But she did enjoy making him leak and touching him in the oddest places until his essence would shoot from him, as if testing herself with what could be done. But most of all, she enjoyed reminding him he was no longer a man. Just a plaything. And a pathetic one at that. Beyond that, she enjoyed watching him suck cock or getting fucked in the ass by one.
‘Such a cheeky boy,’ She said, shaking her head as she rewrapped her towel about her chest. It had been months since he had seen those beautiful little breasts. The two perfect little traps he’d fallen into. ‘Whatever were you thinking?’
Yes. The desire has never left him. Even though his own prick is a phantom limb to him now, an itch he reaches to scratch yet feels nothing there. Entering her paradise is a dream he no longer even entertains. Yes, sometimes, at night, he’d awake in a dripping puddle of himself, the result of a distant fantasy that he can barely understand anymore, as if dreaming in a foreign language. Of being a real man. Of proving himself and hearing Her moan as he takes Her.
Oh, how long had it been now?
‘So, I’ll allow you this,’ She said with hesitancy, as if she had yet to make up her mind truly. ‘Since you’ve been such a good little boy. And made so much progress…’ She trailed off as if still considering whether to grant him this forbidden wish.
But she said nothing else and left him to marinate in her offer. Simultaneously simmering and sautéing. Boiling and broiling. Even though he was dripping sweat from the heat of the sauna, he felt a shiver of desire. But he wouldn’t dare raise his hopes. He knew it was hopeless, just another game to play with him. For while She was considering whether to allow him, the cage in which She had placed him in, was far less flexible. And how he would answer only to Her. His cage would answer only to the key.
The key that he noticed was now dangling around her wrist. With an exaggerated stretch, she raised her hand high, allowing the towel to unfurl completely.
Unlike other times, she wore nothing underneath.
He sighed hard at the sight of her. It had been months since She’d freed him. Since he’d been allowed to touch himself. Months since he hadn’t finished from being fucked in the ass or from a wet dream or her vibrator rattling his cage. Was she serious? Was she really?
He resisted the urge to fall to his knees before Her. To beg Her for release, both from the cage and his desire. To shower Her in his semen no matter what the cost. Even if she wanted his very balls, such as they were.
The fond memories of the last time resurfaced from deep within his mind. Of how she had allowed him one last orgasm, allowing him to gaze upon her bare backside as he tugged away with two fingers. It was a condemned prisoner’s last meal before execution. Oh, but what a treat it was! A final cigarette before he was marched to the firing squad. One last sunset.
And then came the cage. He had welcomed it with as much bravery as he could, but he remembered that as she put the chain around her neck, it resting between those beautifully petite breasts, he realized how he had surrendered completely.
The first week had been difficult, the second week worse. Yet morale stayed high, for he knew she held the key; he could see it every time they met. And she promised that the following week he would be released, and that they could take this more slowly. That She would go easy on him.
But the end of the third week became the end of the fourth week, until at last the devastating news: She had lost it and misplaced it and forgotten it somewhere. Oops.
‘Oh, it could have been in the laundry,’ She had said reassuringly. ‘I’m sure it will turn up.’
But it didn’t.
‘Perhaps it was on the bus,’ She had mused next. ‘No. Maybe at the office. Or at the gym. Or even here in the sauna. Oh, I’m really not sure anymore! Oh well! It’s not like we really need it anyway.’
The teasing never ended. But knowing all too well how far she could push him, she kept hope alive, assuring him She’d order a new key.
And then ‘I’ll order it tomorrow,’ became ‘When I get around to it,’ became ‘Oh, I’m really very busy this week,’ became ‘Why does it matter now? Can’t you see how small you are?’ became ‘What’s the point? Just forget it. Who would you ever fuck anyway?’
Promise became lie, hope became despair, and the memory of an erection faded from his mind. He was a locked boy for life, it seemed, cumming only in his dreams or when Her bulls would fuck him; most of the time they were so turned on from making her cum that they finished before he did.
There was Alexandros, Carlos, Robert, and Her Frenchman Jean-Pierre. And those were only the men he knew by name. So many others had been one-offs, though he couldn’t comprehend why. So many of them had made him cum, and so many had cum inside him, all while he would watch as Her fingers would slip into Her perfect panties. Often was the time they would cum together, even though they weren’t even physically involved. It was the closest they had ever come to sex. While other times, overcome with sensation, he would simply soak his panties before she did.
And so, he learned to accept his fate. Even though it was not lost on him how much his penis had shrunk since its imprisonment. It went from two inches to an inch, and now, rather hopelessly, was referred to as his clit. All because of this blasted missing key.
And yet now, here it was, the mysterious key had returned! Was it the same one? The original? A copy she had had made? Or a reorder? None of that mattered if it could free him.
Instinctively, he reached for it, but it slipped from her wrist and fell between the sauna banks. Nakedly, wearing only his cage and his tan lines, he dove under the bench and could not find it. Fearing it was some sort of sleight of hand, he nearly lost all hope before he found it had snagged on a loose screw.
Retrieving it, he returned to his mistress and presented her with the key proudly. She gave his trapped clit an affectionate pat and penetrated the cage with the lock and turned it. He was free! After so long, he was free!
As he relished the liberation, he could not help but notice the damage that had been done. Pressed in the device, he had expected his penis to seem bigger, but was dismayed to see it did not seem happy. Rather than stretch, it recoiled. He expected to have a penis again, but in this he was again mistaken.
To this Lucia laughed. And measured him with her little finger.
‘What’s wrong, little one?’ She mused as she measured him. ‘Oh, it is smaller now. I wonder whether you can even get it up anymore? Clits do become erect too after all, don’t they, honey?’
The challenge was accepted, and he squeezed his clit as tightly as he could, hoping against hope that blood would flow to it again. That it might remember its original purpose, that now, after so long, he could be a man again. And not just a man, but a man who would finally lose his virginity to a woman, and not only a woman, but the women of his dreams, rather than being a fuck boy toy for Her studs to be shoved away.
But as his little clit attempted to rise to the challenge, he heard nothing but a mocking laugh from Domina, as if she was in disbelief that he should even try. And as he looked up, he made his fatal mistake.
She was reclining too provocatively, too invitingly, her smooth legs spread and her waxed pussy yawning for him. It was too much.
‘Ughhhhh,’ his essence escaped him like it was shot from a water pistol, and he shuddered and fell forward, collapsing to his knees as his orgasm pulsed through him, culminating in a quiet, feminine whimper. Above him, he heard her yawn. And before him heard the dull thud of the cage landing on the tile floor.
‘That was more than I expected,’ She said out of boredom. ‘Now clean that up with your tongue and be a good little slave and see to your mistress.’
Without a word of protest, he reached for the cage and locked himself back inside it. A prisoner allowed a few minutes of fresh air. Or in his case, a few seconds of stimulation. Still on his knees, he made his way to her pussy and began servicing her with his tongue.
‘It seems some of you have landed upon my thigh.’
Without a word, he saw to that as well. And as the taste of himself faded as he tongued her, he contemplated whether some slaves could truly love their chains…
***
James tries to take another deep breath as he approaches the metal detector, but fails yet again. How innocent could he even pretend to be?
And the terms of his service to his mistress were such that he could not say anything except yes to whoever wanted him. But at least he is still allowed to speak. He could sense a growing desire in his mistress to rid him of that ability.
He feels her prod him from behind. He is moving too slow. He must keep up with the flow of traffic until the time comes for him to bring everything to a halt, of course.
The guard waves him through. James swallows hard and takes a step forward.
BUZZZZ!
His heart is pounding.
‘You empty your pockets?’ The guard asks as if he were stupid.
He nods innocently and reaches into them to prove they are empty.
‘All right, this way,’ the guard tells him.
He does as he is told, making the mistake of turning back to see her, one last plea for help of any kind, but behind her big black sunglasses, he is only greeted with a knowing smile. She knows what is about to happen, and she gently nudges the woman next to her, an attractive businesswoman in her early forties, who begins to eye him curiously.
‘Remove your shirt, please,’ the guard yawns.
James complies. He hears a whistle from behind.
Standing in the middle of security where everyone can see him, the guard passes the wand over James, and as it passes over his crotch, he is unsurprised to hear the whirring sound.
‘Maybe it’s the zipper?’ the guard asks. ‘Sir, could you please pull your pants down?’
James glances back at the line behind him; a few people have heard this request and are politely trying not to seem too eager to get a look at him without his pants on. Upon seeing her, he remembers: he cannot say no.
He unzips his pants, revealing the neon pink G-string panties his mistress selected for him. He turns away from the guard and glances back at the line; a few people already have their phones out. I hope they’re only taking pictures, but from the way they remain angled on his now exposed bum, he knows it’s video.
‘Sir, are you wearing an apparatus on your genitals?’ the guard asks loud enough to be heard on the video.
There come a few laughs.
‘Yes,’ he answers sheepishly. ‘I’m sorry, I forgot.’
The guard grumbles, the wand buzzing over his cage, and James starts trembling from the slight vibrations it makes on contact. Oh, Oh. If it keeps just a few seconds longer, he’ll start leaking, a dark little stain in his panties. But at the very last moment, the guard pulls the wand away and continues it over his waxed backside.
And it whirs again.
‘Sir, care to explain?’ The guard asks tiredly.
‘That would be my plug, sir. It’s stainless steel.’
The guard has lost his patience and raises his radio to his mouth.
‘I believe we have a code 1417.’
‘What is that?’ James asks, terrified he’ll end up in jail.
The guard says nothing at first, but then gestures for James to follow with a finger.
‘Sir, follow me.’
James begins to dress, reaching to pull his pants back up.
‘No. No need for that. Come on.’
James hesitates, glancing down the very crowded hall he is about to follow the guard through.
‘I’m not allowed to dress?’
The guard smiles wryly.
‘You’re not allowed to do much, locked boy.’
James glances back at his mistress, who is looking quite pleased with herself.
‘Why do you keep looking back at her?’ the guard asks sharply before he makes the connection. ‘Is that your dom?’
‘Yes.’
The guard then turns to Lucia.
‘Is he allowed to say no to anything?’
Lucia tilts her shades down the brim of her nose.
‘Nothing.’
‘All right, madam, please, step this way; you’ll have to supervise.’ The guard says.
‘But of course,’ His mistress says, following behind.
‘All right then, come on now, bitch.’ The guard orders, and James, wearing only his butt plug, his chastity cage, and a G-string which barely covers either, is made to follow the guard through the airport.
There are laughs, photos, and videos. James shuffles behind the guard, his mistress quick to spank him if he does not move quickly enough. By the time they reach the security office, his face is red from embarrassment and his exposed bum red from the spanking.
Relieved to be away from the public, more guards are waiting in a holding cell.
‘What have we got here?’ asks one of the guards.
‘A little sub who needs some training,’ The guard says, prodding him forwards with the metal detector before passing it over his butt, causing it to buzz one last time. ‘Didn’t think to tell us that he’s wearing a cage. Or a plug.’
‘A caged boy wearing a plug? Well then. We know what to do with him.’ The guard says, unbuckling his pants.
James pushed forward, and he did as she expected. Without a word, he takes him into his mouth and begins bobbing his head over his cock, eager to please him and his mistress.
‘Damn.’ The guard says in appreciation. ‘You’ve really taught him to suck cock well, ma’am.’
James hears his mistress yawn as he continues sucking his cock, the guard begins to moan. It’s been a while for this one, as James expects; the guard finishes with a grunt, filling James’ mouth with semen.
‘Wow,’ The guard exclaims, seeing stars, ‘Is he allowed to spit?’
‘What do you think?’ His mistress asks sharply as James swallows with a loud gulp.
‘Very nice,’ the first guard says approvingly, as he pats James’ bare behind. ‘Let’s see what other talents the little cocksucker has…’
Next, James is bent over the interrogation table, and the first guard rolls his fingers around the waistband of his panties and peels them down. He pulls the plug out gently and begins to push into him. James cannot help but shudder as the guard fills him.
‘Oh, good bitch,’ the guard says as he pushes deeper. ‘Plenty more where that came from.’
Before long, James is moaning from pleasure, and as he glances up at the two-way mirror to watch himself take it up the ass, he feels himself leaking from his cage.
‘Is this being recorded?’ Lucia asks as if it’s suddenly a court of law.
‘We can get you the tape,’ the guard grunts as he pounds James harder and harder.
James begins whimpering femininely as the guard’s cock hammers his prostate; he can feel the pressure that involuntarily releases.
‘That’d be so nice, thank you,’ Lucia says as she approaches the table, ‘now if you could stop for just a moment, while I…’
Lucia now climbs on top of the table, swinging her leg over James’ head and angling herself so that her crotch is in front of James’ face.
And then she opens her trench coat, revealing nothing underneath, but her beautiful olive oil skin, those A-cup breasts that have tormented James to no end, and of course, her waxed pussy yawning open for him.
‘Put your soft little hands on me, slave,’ Lucia tells him, massaging her breasts the way he’s only dreamed of.
But just as James weakly reaches up to touch her breasts, a signal is given, and the guard resumes his thrusting, pounding James back into submission, the pressure for release growing, his hands only inches away from touching her.
So close, yet so completely far away.
As the slave sprays his load, he collapses onto the table; the guard, unbothered by his bitch’s orgasm, continues thrusting into him until he himself finishes, leaving James a limp, quivering mess on the table. Before the guard pulls out, he gifts James with a light spank on the ass for a job well done.
As James is left panting on the table, his panties still around his ankles and his asshole exposed, there’s a knock at the door, and then it opens; he’s too weak to turn, but he can see the reflection of another security guard, hat in hand.
‘I couldn’t help but watch through the two-way glass. May I also have a turn?’
Lucia smiles and nods him over.
‘Be my guest,’ she says as she grabs James by the hair and lifts his head so that his mouth is to pussy. ‘We still have plenty of time before our flight, don’t we, slave?’
As the slave laps at his master’s pussy, he hears a belt unbuckling from behind him, and then a zipper as the guard positions himself behind him…
The End.
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