Chapter 3
So here I am still locked. Still confused about my feelings about said locking. Holding my phone and looking at the 3 notifications. Who do I open first? Do I call Johnny back and plan to get the key to my cock cage to get myself out of this situation? Do I see what my Mystery Italian sex god has to say? Am I ok with this? Through all of my emotions I know one thing for certain and it isn't that I have to pay a therapist a shit ton of money to figure out my boycunt craves to be used and when it is the orgasm is earth-shattering. That I know for certain as I'm sitting here on the edge of the bed with the random strangers' cum leaking out of my used and abused boycunt onto the bed making the bed have a wet spot that housekeeping would sure to know what happened here.
So not ready to deal with either of these men I bit the bullet. I picked my Italian.
Him: Good boy. I could tell you were new to being caged, but I didn't expect you to last in it this long. Knowing this helps me gain interest.
Him: "Yes" is not how you address a conversation with someone who will be taking up your thoughts every waking moment......Matteo is my name. Save it, memorize it, long to know it. Because I'm going to allow you to serve a purpose. Understand though we must meet and both come to an understanding. If you have no interest don't bother texting me back.
Reading that I threw myself back in frustration and my phone on the pillow. WHAT??!?!!?! UNDERSTANDING?!??!!?!?!? What on earth? Who is this guy? Who does he think he is? Does he want to own me? I'm a flight attendant, He must think I live in NYC. He doesn't know what I want. He doesn't even know me. But then my mind thought back to that 8-inch uncut monster of a cock attached to the olive skin body with Muscles. I was weak and my hole twitched spilling out some more of my earlier load. I could always call it off anytime I wanted right? He couldn't completely control me. I at any point could jump on a plane, delete his number, and never hear from him again. I was a free man. Well as free as I could be at the moment with Johnny still having the key to the cage at this point. Nonetheless, I was able to make my own decisions.
So let's see what he has to say. What could that hurt? I'm off for the next couple of days. I could fly back to NYC and meet him. I had to get the key from Johnny anyway. So that's what I will do. I'll call scheduling and get released from my DeadHead back to Base and jump on a flight to NYC. I could be there by 5:40 if I got dressed in the next hour.
I typed out a text to Johnny and sent it.
Me: Hey I'm sorry I didn't answer my hole took over on grindr. But I'm going to jump on a flight and come back to NYC, Might also meet another friend. Sooooooo if you go into the city take the key with you. I will meet you.
Johnny: A friend????? Keys on my keychain so I have it with me.
Me to Matteo: I'm willing to meet. I'll be back in NYC tonight. Probably leave sometime tomorrow. Just know I'm a flight attendant so not always there if that changes things.
I got ready and paid extra attention to my newly discovered boycunt while in the shower. It had gotten abused the last couple of days so I needed to make sure I gave it the respect it deserved. Packed my rollaboard, Put on my uniform that I started to like since it showed off my cage print slightly, and headed to the hotel shuttle to the airport.
Landing In LGA I turned my phone off of Airplane mode to see if I had any texts from Matteo. I did, it was a link to a restaurant reservation for 2. Close to Chinatown. I knew the place I had walked by many times but never took the time to try it. Mainly since it was all booths with tall backs. Very intimate, and very dark. Seemed the place for dates not for going with crews or friends. Looking at the time I was happy I got ready at the hotel since I had exactly 1 hour to get from the airport to the restaurant. But what will I do with my luggage? Guess it is coming with me. So I changed out of my uniform and into the nicest clothes I had with me. A pair of black skinny jeans that shows off my ass perfectly and my cage very obvious out the front. These jeans are almost painted on my body. Plus a white T-shirt and a black blazer. This will have to do. Now to grab a cab.
Cab ride there I texted him. "see ya soon, got my bags with me since I hadn't got time to meet you and go by the hotel"
Pulling up to the restaurant I leaned up to pay the cabby and suddenly the door opened and it was Matteo. 6'3" man wearing this Navy 3-piece suit complete with a pocket square. That obviously was custom-tailored. It hugged the biceps on his arms perfectly, and the bulge in his pants was shown, This man knew he was wanted by women and men alike. So him looking this good in this suit was brutal to see. My cock began to strain again the confidant of the cage. But the biggest turn-on was his sent. If I was blind I would follow him anywhere just to smell him. He smelt citrusy, musky, and spicy, like he was fresh out of the shower but also like he had been out in the wild. It made my mouth water in a way he was substance and my boycunt pucker in an effort to be released all from the smell of him.
I stood out of the cab between the car and the curb and tripped. I fell but Mataeo caught me with one arm and lifted me. Looked me in the eyes, and at that moment I could see his dark green eyes now in the light of the evening unlike in the club the other night. He spoke finally and the streets went silent from the people and the cars. "No need to fall for me just yet. You haven't even had dinner yet". My mouth opened to try and respond in embarrassment when he brought my face to his and kissed me gently but in a way that owned the action. He wasn't reserved he was controlled. I was straining in my cage now, and he reached forward grabbed my crotch, and said "Perfect you are still in the mindset to serve. Let us get you inside and get you some food before we discuss our understanding." About then he put his arm around me and led me to the door. Just when I realized my bags were still in the cab. I turned to look and about the speak when he snapped at the valet and spoke "Mr. Joy's bags must be in the trunk send them to the house" To which I said "House? I haven't even booked my hotel yet? Wait how did you know my last name? not to mention my first name." Mateo cleared his throat and responded "Knowing things is my hobby, knowing you are my interest at the moment, and no hotel means you will be my guest. I'm used to getting what I want so please don't change that tonight." With the next thing he said he got stiffer, and its as if he filled his chest with air and got bigger but his eyes began to smolder like he could get set off of if I didn't say the next thing right. "If all that is settled, we must get started with Dinner. I don't see the issue if there is any?" Gesturing towards the door that was now being held open by a cute blonde-haired girl who was trying not to listen in. I shook my head yes not daring to lose eye contact. Mateo smiled and led me inside to a booth upstairs that was very private from the main dining room.
Once getting to the table Mateo removed his jacket and then spoke, "Dinner? Drinks? Or your mouth on my cock before we eat?" I choked on the water I had been sipping on sitting down at the table. Snapped my head at him and saw he had his hand on his crotch massaging that trouser monster and it was not shy. Something inside me told me not to speak but to comply. My hole most of all was screaming to not be left out. But I sunk to my knees in front of that man and reached up to feel him. Unaware if anyone was in the room. But then began to look around to check nervously. To which he eased my worries by saying "I am the only person who is permitted to dine upstairs, it is my restaurant and we will not be bothered unless I request it, right now I request your mouth, so enjoy. Do what you wish to do, it might be the last time you control what you want to do in giving head".
I felt the desire I had to please this God start from my boycunt and work my way up through my spine till it reached my mouth, I started drooling and Then It took over. I unzipped him and reached in. The heat that escaped I could feel and it blushed my cheeks. Reaching in I learned he wasn't wearing any underwear and I could smell him, not his cologne but him, A man. I felt the pubs that were short and tried to locate the tip to pull it out and release the monster from the confines of the suit pants. When he laughed the words "unbuttoning the pants might speed up getting him out". Now kind of embarrassed that someone would question my abilities I sheepishly complied and had the drive to make it up to him that I knew what I was doing.