This is the second part of my story about how I accidentally got locked by a FWB in NYC.
Here I am lying in this hotel room in Chicago. Knowing I have a flight later in the day that takes me back to base. The base where I live. The base that hopefully has a spare key to this cock cage. I haven't looked at my phone as of yet but I know that on it is an unanswered text from my mystery man from the club asking me if I'm still locked. I'm just not ready to acknowledge to him that I am still in fact locked. I just need time to process what is happening. But most of all I need to cum. I can feel the strain on my cock and balls from now being caged for over 36 hours from my unexpected reroute resulting in me not making it back to NYC to be released.
What on earth was I thinking? Why would I allow myself to stay locked for another day?!
All that resonated in my head was that cumshot I had from getting my boycunt absolutely destroyed by that tall dark and handsome Italian. I slowly felt my hand that had migrated down to my taint and started feeling the outer ring of my hole. It was pouty, I knew without even looking it was stretched out a little still. It had been over 20 hours since I had anything in it. But the evidence lingered from the 5 loads I took inside the Eagle.
That's when I heard my phone ding. I froze knowing it was a text. Was it him? Was it Johnny? Was I ready to admit I liked this cage? Not to mention how my boycunt was still hungry? Most of all was I ready to admit that that anal cumshot I experienced was one that shattered mankind's history and would be heard of for generations to cum? Yeah, I'm not ready to tackle that thought just yet. I need to get this cage off. It's messing with my mind and it's only been 2 days.
So I stopped exploring my newfound boycunt and reached for my phone. It was a scheduling update. My Trip that I was on was canceled. There was a Deadhead on my calendar sending me back to Dallas. There I would be released and have 2 days off. My mind went straight to Johnny and I knew then I had to plan to get my key back or hope I had a spare.
Me: So I need my key. It's got to come off if I have to go to the ER for help. If I don't have another Key at home you have to meet me. Please..........
I knew Johnny would take his time responding so thats when I texted my mystery man. Seeing that text again with the simple words of "Still Caged?" It's like I could hear his voice in my head. Deep and raspy. Excluding the level of confidence that made my hole quiver.
Something came over me, I felt the need to respond. For a lack of better words "please him". So I typed out simply "yes". I sat there looking at the thread trying to will the 3 little dots to pop up to show that he was typing but about 5 minutes later I gave up and closed out of that app. Laid my head back in frustration. At this point, I was fully aware of the tightness of my hole. The hunger from deep inside my opening. That's when I opened up my grindr put back on that jock that hug my ass perfectly and exposed my locked cock through the fabric and snapped a picture. Wrote the headline with the two-eyes emoji with a padlock. Then started scrolling the hole time playing with my hole.
That's when I got my first message.......
HungKink: ass up?