ForgottenCradle

The man smiled, “right on time, good boy.”

Eric grunted in response. He hated being at the notorious gay cruise site. However, as soon the man reached out and squeezed Eric’s massive right arm, Eric grew submissive. His cock grew hard in his jeans.

“Such a good boy. All those thick muscles,” the gay man said as he looked down at the tight shirt stretched across Eric’s large pecs.

Aldis finally ready to get them hands dirty.

The metal detector blared again. Officer Reyes, tall and broad-shouldered in his crisp TSA uniform, led Alex into the private screening room and locked the door with a heavy click.

“Sir, please empty your pockets.”

Alex smiled calmly and laid the items out on the stainless steel table. The polished metal cage, thick rings, and flared plug caught the overhead lights, gleaming with a bright, almost mesmerizing sheen.

Reyes froze. His professional mask cracked instantly, eyes widening in pure shock. “What the…?” A flush crept up his neck. He looked awkward, almost awestruck, unable to tear his gaze away from the way the steel reflected the light in smooth, captivating ripples. His mouth went dry. Something shifted in his mind the moment he stared at that hypnotic gleam.

“I… I’m confiscating these,” he stammered, voice strained. “This is completely inappropriate. You can’t just carry—”

“Of course, Officer,” Alex said softly, his voice warm and persuasive, like a gentle current pulling him under. “I’ll forfeit all of them. No argument at all. But it’s only fair that I confiscate something from you in return as well…”

Reyes blinked hard, still staring at the gleaming cage. His thoughts felt sluggish, foggy. “Fair…? What… what do you mean? This isn’t… I’m not sure…” He rubbed his temple, confused, the words coming out weaker than he wanted. “I should probably call backup… right?”

Alex stepped closer, his tone low and soothing, almost intimate. “Shh… just your cock. Let me lock it away nice and safe in that cage for you. Doesn’t that feel like the right way to balance things? You’ll only get to cum when I say it’s okay… won’t that be better?”

“No… I can’t…” Reyes murmured, voice meek and uncertain, his mind struggling to push back through the haze. “I’m straight… this doesn’t make any sense… why would I…” Even as he protested softly, his hands moved on their own with surprising care. He unzipped, picked up the cage, opened it, and fitted the cold steel around his thickening cock.

Click.

A deep, shaky groan rolled out of him as the cage gripped his cock tightly, forcing the growing erection to throb uselessly against the unyielding bars. 

Alex smiled, stepping in close enough for Reyes to feel his warmth. “There we go,” he murmured, voice rich with satisfaction. He reached down and gave the cage a gentle tug, then slowly palmed the heavy, trapped balls beneath it. “Look how perfectly it fits you.”

Reyes’ breath hitched. His powerful thighs trembled. Sweat darkened the collar of his uniform shirt and the pits as the full weight of the denial settled over him. He could only stare down in dazed awe at the gleaming cage straining against the front of his opened pants, his mind quiet now, wrapped in warm, heavy submission.

Alex continued the slow, teasing exploration, caressing Reyes possessively. “Feel that? Every throb belongs to me now. You’re going to wear this until I’m back from the vacation. No touching. No sneaking relief.”

He leaned in, lips brushing Reyes’ ear. “When I come back in a couple of weeks, I’ll find you again. Maybe I’ll unlock you… or maybe we’ll have some other fun first.”

Reyes let out a soft, broken whimper, hips twitching helplessly into Alex’s hand, leaking helplessly from his arousal.

Alex slipped the plug and rings into the guard’s pocket, patting it gently. “Keep the rest of my things safe too. We might need them in future.”

With one final squeeze of the cage, Alex stepped back, straightened his own clothes, and headed for the door. He glanced over his shoulder at the flushed, locked man still standing there, chest heaving, caged cock visibly tenting the fabric.

“Safe travels, Sir” Reyes whispered hoarsely, voice thick with new, overwhelming need.