Since connecting my pathetic excuse for a cock to my cage via a Prince Albert, Cal has reduced weekly 20-minute cleanings to twice a month 20-minute cleanings. The effort to remove the PA and reconnect is not always easy.
As it were, Cal received news that his Auntie in Jamaica had passed away. Cal explained how she practically raised him as a child before emigrating to the US for university studies. He was compelled to attend her funeral and wanted me to come along with him.
Most of his family knew his was a homosexual, but he hadn’t told them about me, his partner for the last five years. He said they would have concerns about age and race differences, but it was time to stop hiding himself, and me, from them. Cal said life is too short to play these games.
The morning of our departure as we were doing our last minute packing, I assumed Cal would unlock me from the cage so I would get through the security check point without any hassles. I was very wrong.
“Cal, come on. Please unlock me. What if they don’t let me pass through security?”
“Stop being such a pussy! I’m sure you will be just fine.”
“But why risk it, Cal? What’s the big deal?”
“Don’t know how gratifying it will be for me to know your pitiful, woeful, thumb-sized dicklet will be tucked away under that prison while I introduce you to my family and childhood friends?”
I blushed from embarrassment.
“Cal, you’re being mean!”
“Am I? You and I both know that you love it when I compliment your inadequate manhood. I can keep doing this all morning and watch you cream your shorts!”
“Cal, how could you be thinking of my locked dick right now. Your Auntie is dead, and we have a plane to catch.”
“You’re a boner killer sometimes. Ok, let’s get going the Lyft driver will be here in 15 minutes.”
I gave up on trying to convince Cal to free me from the cock lock. Once he makes a decision there is no point to try and fight it. I’ve never once won a battle of wills with him.
We checked in our luggage and it was time to walk through security.
I removed my sweatshirt, belt, and shoes and placed them on the scanner. I began to sweat profusely anticipating exactly what would happen in the next couple of minutes.
Cal saw me freaking out.
“Are you worried that these airport security men are going to see your locked dicklet?”
“Yes, I am Cal!”
He chuckled in amusement. “Oh I do hope we have a security incident. This will be a wonderful story to tell my friends!”
“You’re twisted, Cal!”
“Yes, and that’s why you love me.”, and he used the tip of his pointer finger tap my nose.
Cal went through the security screening without any issues. It was my turn to hold my hands up and prove to the airport security folks that I was no threat to anyone’s safety.
The alarm went off and I was asked to step aside.
A very good-looking male uniformed guard asked me to step aside and to hold my arms out in front of me.
He passed the metal detector wand over them, fine no problem. Then he did my legs, fine no problem.
“Are you wearing anything metal on your person?”
“Yes”, I was shaking and practically crying. Out of the periphery of my eye I saw Cal standing about 20 feet away hysterically laughing and pointing at me.
“Can you tell me what it is?”
“Do I have to, officer?”
“Do you want to catch your flight?”
“Yes”
“Then tell me, I’ve heard just about everything. You have no idea.”
“Ok, ok, I have a chastity device on my penis, officer.”
“You have a what? Where?”
“I have a device on my penis that prevents me from getting an erection.”
“Can you remove it?”
“No, it is locked or I would have done so already.”
“Ok, I’m going to have to take you over to the security office for further inspection before we can allow you to board a plane. Hey, Jason, can you escort this passenger to the office? He said he had an immovable device on his penis!”
I nearly died when all heads turned in my direction. Cal was doubled over laughing so hard. I’m sure this situation was making him hard.
Jason had me follow him to the security office and I was asked to stay behind a white privacy divider.
A White man, with a name tag that read Officer Thompson appeared. He was about 6 feet tall, solid body under that uniform, maybe 35 yo, black curly hair, black mustache, brown eyes. He was very good looking.
“Good Morning. So I understand you have an immovable device on your penis? Is this correct?”
“Yes Sir”
“I’m going to need to inspect it. Please pull down your pants for me.”
I was absolutely mortified, having to pull down my pants for a stranger at the airport! This cannot be happening.
“Ok, if I must”, I said a little definitely, but cooperatively.
I undid my jeans zipper and slipped them down, also the pouch of my black Papi jockstrap. There it was, the black Viper cage covering up my tiny, practically micro-penis.
“Any allergies to latex?”
“No Sir”
“I’m going to need to inspect this a little further”, he said while putting on the gloves. Then he placed the cage in his hands and attempted to see if I was hiding anything in it.
“I have to say, you do have one of the smallest penises I’ve ever seen. Actually, I can’t really see it at all. I can’t imagine going through life with such an itty-bitty penis.”
“Are we finished here, Officer?”
“Not yet. I have more questions. Why is your little penis locked up anyway? And where is the key?”
“My boyfriend, Cal has the key. I am not allowed to have erections or orgasms.”
“Fascinating”, he said while stroking his mustache.
I heard other voices in the office.
“Hey Jason, is that you. Come over here and get a look at this!”
Jason came over and pointed, “What the hell is that?”
“He says it’s a device that keeps him from growing erections and having orgasms. But take a closer look, isn’t that the smallest little nub you’re ever seen? I can see why his boyfriend tucks it out of sight. Who would want to see that embarrassment, really?”
“I’ve seen plenty of things in my day, but nothing like this.”, Jason said.
“Is your boyfriend with you today? Can he vouch for you?”, Officer Thompson asked.
“Yes, he is a passenger on the same flight as mine. His name is Calvin Armstrong. We are on flight 4331 on the 10:45 Air Jamaica flight to Kingston.”
I heard Officer Thompson call on his radio for a page to locate, Cal.
“Officer, may I pull my jeans up now?”
“No, not yet. Not until Calvin vouches for you.”
About 15 minutes later, Cal was behind the white room divider with me, along with Jason. I could swear I saw a huge bulge in his pants. Cal was hard!
“Thank you, Jason, I’ll take it from here.”
“Can I see your ID Mr. Armstrong?”
Cal had a very hard time composing himself, still giggling from my humiliation. He reached into his bag and produced his passport. Officer Thompson reviewed the document and handed it back to Cal.
“What is your relationship with Mr. Stubb?” (I know the irony of my last name is purely coincidence.)
“He is my boyfriend, Officer.”
“How many years are you together?”
“A little more than 5 years, Officer.” Cal grazed his crotch when he noticed me staring at it.
“And you are responsible for putting that thing on his microscopic penis?”
“Yes Officer.”
“Where is the key right now, Mr. Armstrong?”
“It is in my home. I do not carry it with me, Officer.”
“Why do you keep that dinky thing locked up, Mr. Armstrong?”
“Officer, when I first met this young man, he was constantly masturbating. I don’t even know how he wrapped two finger around that thing, but every time I turned around he was touching it. This was the only way to control his urges. He’s become much more attentive to me ever since. All that aside, let’s be honest, it truly is an embarrassment to all men. It’s almost funny. Besides, I get nothing out of it, so I have tucked it away permanently. You see how it connects through the piercing right here, Officer?”, pointing to the tip. Then a quick tug on my balls.
“Fascinating. Truly fascinating. Ok, I think we are all clear here. Thank you, Mr. Armstrong for clearing this up. Thank you, Mr. Stubb for your cooperation.”
Officer Thompson began to laugh so hard as soon as turned away. I could tell this was a story that would be shared by all the airport security and by the end of the day I’d be infamous.
Cal and I left the security office and I yelled at him.
“Cal, I could kill you right now. That was awful! I told you to unlock me but you wouldn’t listen!” I was turning beet red with so much rage I wanted to punch him. Cal is a much taller and bigger man than I, he could crush me so I didn’t even try to punch him.
“Oh baby, stop it. That was hilarious! Made my day! You can’t honestly tell me exposing your barely visible penis and that cage didn’t turn you on? I know you all too well. The fake outrage didn’t fool me! I can tell you were crushing on Officer Thompson, too.”
I didn’t disagree, nor did I confirm.
“Stop pouting. We need to catch our flight!”
We walked over toward the gate and maybe it was my imagination, but any informed airport personnel we encountered all began to laugh and point at me. I even heard someone say, “that’s him! That’s the micro penis guy that Jason told me about this morning!”
“Look at that, you’re teensy-weensy cocklet had made you famous! Maybe it is good for something after all.”
The truth was if I could have, I would be rushing into a bathroom stall and shooting off a load. I’d never been so turned on in all my life. That experience in the security office was a deep fantasy that came to life. Thanks to Cal not giving in to me, he made it happen.
We were finally seated on the plane and I took his hand and said, “Thank you, Cal. That was such a rush. I will never forget it.”
“Oh it was absolutely my pleasure. I can’t wait to see how the rest of this trip goes, and in a few days when we return. Maybe it will even be more thrilling?”
“Cal, were you hard in the security office? It looked like it to me.”
“Very hard, yes. Seeing you squirming in that chair while Officer Thompson question me was extraordinary.”
“Have you ever done it on a plane, Cal?”
“Done what?”
“Have sex on a plane?”
“No, why?”
“I have an incredible urge to put your cock in my mouth. I need it, Cal.”
“I love it when you get like this. You’re one worked up locked slut aren’t you?”
“Fuck yes!”
Let’s wait to take off and then I’ll cover you with my sweater and you can suck me off when they dim the lights.
In the meantime, Cal had his sweater covering my hand, which was busily stroking his angry hardon under his pants. I always love the way it feels, barely able to touch my fingers due to its girth.
As we took off I brought my fingers up to my nose so I could smell him.
“Hmmmm, Cal you smell so good!”
“I can’t wait to feel your lips on my cock. I’m gonna blow fast. I can still see you twisting in that chair. I should taken a picture!”
“When the one lady officer pointed me out, and said “there he is, the guy with the micro penis!”, and then when everyone turned around to look at me, I almost creamed myself!”
It was like we were reliving the entire experience all over again and I was getting super excited.
“I want to show you something.”
Cal turned on his phone and surprised me with a series of pictures he took inconspicuously. I’m sitting in a chair with my cage exposed and the officer is pointing at the cage, his face saying it all.
“Look at your face. You tried to look pissed off but look, that’s your orgasm face!”
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the captain has indicated we are at a safe altitude for personal device usage. We will be dimming the lights shortly and coming around to take drink orders. Enjoy the flight.”
The lights dimmed at the perfect time. We were seated towards the rear of the plane with not many passengers nearby.
I had to have it! I lifted Cal’s sweater and lowered my head down into his lap, and was covered up. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to bob my head up and down Cal’s shaft entirely, it was just too big and would have been too obvious. I settled for resting my head on Cal’s pelvis and suckled on the first three to four inches, using lots of tongue. Cal placed a hand on my head over his sweater to hold me down.
For the first time in my life, I began to shudder as I experienced an orgasm just by sucking Cal’s cock! I hadn’t been more turned on in my life. Shortly afterwards, Cal’s body tensed and released a tsunami of cum down my throat.
I came out from under the sweater and Cal laughed.
“Wipe your mouth, you have some on your lips.”
I rubbed a finger around my lips and then placed it into my mouth.
“Did I get it all off my face, Cal?”
“Yes, you did. Oh my God, I needed that. My balls were heavy.”
I looked downward at my crotch and saw a huge jizz stain in the front of my pants.
“Cal, I made a mess. Can I borrow your sweater so I can hide this mess until it dries up?”
“You don’t mean that? I know what you really want is to show the world that you spunked your pants, right?”
“You know me too well, Cal.”
