Another Brief Meeting

You wake horny and alone, the chastity device squeezing and shaping your penis along its entire length. You know you would be hard and erect right now without the cage, because you've been waking off and on all night long, the device keeping your prick ... not soft, but not allowing it to grow hard ... and curved downward instead of pointing up at your chin.

And you can tell you're aroused despite the ... enforced ... softness of your little soldier. You'd never understood, before, the multitude of signs a man's body generated to tell him he was aroused, because you'd never paid them any attention next to the overwhelming sensations coming from your stiff prick. Now, though, it's taken only ... you look over at the bedside clock ... about twelve hours to recognize so many other sensations that meant you were feeling aroused.

First, there is the tickling tension in your solar plexus, spreading at times to your nipples, which occasionally ... not now, but once in a while ... will insist on stiffening. Isn't that supoosed to be a girls' arousal thing? Then there's your breathing, which automatically becomes quick and shallow when you're aroused without any apparent shortness of breath. It's been quick and shallow pretty much all night. And the way your sphincter muscle keeps contracting and relaxing, making your cock and balls move and shift, seeking sensation.

"Little Erinn," as Malee now seems to insist on calling your pecker, is no less sensitive than it ever was, but ... it's got nothing to work with except the pressure of the alloy tube that allows no rubbing or any of the kinds of pleasurable sensations you're used to. In fact, if you get too excited, the ridges and grooves on the inside of the holding ring pull against your balls and scrape against your ballsac.

And Malee spent the night ... you suppose teasing you is the only correct term, or teasing and dominating, a new experience for you. Not that ANY sexual activity isn't a relative unknown for you.

It started as soon as you reached her, crawling on all fours as she'd requested, and tried to kiss her inner thighs on your way to "worship" that sweet slit in between them. You'd honestly hoped it would be a good learning experience, as the only pussy you'd seen so far in your life had been on the web, and Malee - especially in this mode - seemed an excellent instructor, someone who could give good advice and clear orders.

Well, clear orders she could certainly give. As you ran your tongue for perhaps an inch above her knee, she raised her left foot and pushed you away. You hadn't even gotten within two inches of the hem of her skirt yet ...

"No," she ordered, ball of her foot on your sternum, "you don't deserve what lies between my legs. You haven't the skills to worship it properly. Worship my feet, instead."

So you did, though you're still not sure why. MomSure, you were still sorry ... at least a little ... about fighting her when she was just trying to help you figure out what was going on in your own head, but it's not like you have some kind of foot fetish or anything like that. No, it must just have been your need to mollify Malee. And the chubby the chastity cage was soon preventing? That had to just be from being so physically close to such a pretty woman, right?

After that, Malee had laid you down on the bed and massaged you for another hour, which was how you'd begun to learn to recognize those "other" ... symptoms of arousal. You grew so aroused, and so uncomfortable with it, that you found yourself asking, then begging, Malee to unlock the chastity cage. She just smiled inscruitably and refused, eventually saying in an exasperated tone of voice, "Honestly, Erinn, we agreed on a week, did we not? How are you going to solve your little problem if you can't last through a DAY of treatment?"

With that she got up from where she'd been straddling your hips in order to stroke your chest, replaced her shoes and left, promising to call first thing in the morning. You, after a couple of unsuccessful and painful attempts to get past the chastity cage and get some relief, fell into an uneasy and frequently-interrupted slumber.

As you gaze down with some consternation at what would otherwise be morning wood but is now "morning titanium," the bedside phone rings.

It's Malee, of course, her pleasantly cheerful voice informing you that before you and she hit the beach today, Mister Dan has requested anothet brief meeting, and could you please be showered and dressed in an hour? Oh, and she's already ordered breakfast for you, it should be delivered within fifteen minutes. She hangs up almost before you can thank her and acknowledge the meeting.

Deciding to spend the time before breakfast choosing the day's wardrobe, you look through your closet and dresser drawers. You could just wear your swim trunks ... Mister Dan's wardrobe "request" yesterday had actually been more revealing than any swimsuit you own ... but you're disturbed by the reactions you received from everyday Thais yesterday, both on the trip through the lobby and at the salon. Eventually, you decide in a pair of lightweight linen slacks, a baggy, short-sleeved, fern-green button-up shirt and your flip-flops. You'll roll up your swimsuit and carry it with you.

Breakfast arrives just before you finish your selection, so you hurriedly don a robe and take the tray. It's a croissant with avocado spread. Hardly your first breakfast choice, but hey, at least there's coffee. You munch on the warm pastry and green paste while you sip the coffee. Then, still a little hungry, you quickly shower, dress, and head down to the hotel lobby to wait for Malee.

She arrives soon after you, smiling and pleasant, dressed again in gray silk, this time a short-sleeved wrap top and a pair of mid-calf length wide-leg crops with a pair of deep purple Mary Jane-style slippers. It's almost as if last night's ... unpleasantness ... never happened, her mien is so pleasantly friendly.

The short trip through Bangkok's streets passes with nothing but pleasant irrelevancies, but once you're parked beneath Mister Dan's building she turns to you, face serious again.

"Listen to me, My Flower," she begins, "we must talk seriously about your 'treatment.'" Her voice has gone from serious to grim. "If you keep ... begging ... for release, the treatment will not work. It depends ... DEPENDS ... on you going without direct genital stimulation. I told you this, yes?"

You nod, wondering where she's going with this and hoping she isn't angry with you again.

"Well, if you keep begging for release, I ... I will have to provide it, I am so fond of you already. And your ... problem ... will remain. Do you want that? To be so ... impaired?"

You shake your head vehemently.

"Then I can see only two solutions. I COULD find other ways to stimulate you and Little Erinn in hopes that we could shorten your ... periods of confinement, and you could cooperate, without complaint or begging, or ..."

"Or?" you ask hopefully; the "either" doesn't sound very attractive at the moment.

"Or I could explain your ... troubles ... to someone not quite so fond of you and give the keys to THAT," with a look at your crotch, "to him. Or her. But I feel certain Kuhn Kulap would be willing to help ..."

Your eyes widen in horror, but she simply continues, "Just think about it, Flower," and heads toward the elevators.

The elevator ride passes in silence, you dividing it between stomach-clenching, speed-induced vertigo and stomach-CHURNING anxiety.

She wouldn't really tell somebody else about my "stamina" problem, would she?

Kuhn Veera is at his station in the foyer, only this time he's armed with one of those metal-detector wands. Malee strides forward confidently and allows him to run the wand up and down her form, but you hang back near the elevator doors. "Malee ... what ...?"

She turns back to you, one eyebrow raised. "Something wrong, my Flower?"

You gesture with your eyes towards your crotch. She looks confused for a moment, then her eyes widen. "Oh. Oh! Oh, I am sorry, my blossom, but ... perhaps you don't remember. You became ... rather aggressive when we were last here. Kuhn Veera simply wants to be certain you are not armed."

You did? You have to admit, you got pretty drunk in that first meeting; your memories are maybe not as clear as they might be. Through clenched teeth, you say, "But I'm wearing ..."

"I know, baby, but we have to take this meeting if you want to work for Mr. Dantanavanawong, and due to your own actions his security chief wants assurances you are not planning to do him harm. Now, we COULD just turn around and have a nice vacation ..."

You could, that's true. But you've already got the money from Phuhying Dek phuchay half-spent in your mind. Besides that, six days with Malee doesn't seem nearly enough. A tiny part of you, in fact, is already fantasizing about a truly permanent situation, with you coming home after a hard day of flunking high schoolers while she's been home managing your mutual investments and real estate holdings.

So you step forward, blushing furiously, and allow Veera to run the scanner over you. Of course, it squeals like a stuck pig as it passes over your crotch.

Veera says something in Thai, and Malee answers ... sharply, you hope? It's hard to tell when you can't understand the language. They go back and forth a few times, then Malee tells you, "I am sorry, Kuhn Erinn, but Kuhn Veera insists on searching you before we see Kuhn Kulap. Please place your hands against the wall and spread your legs to shoulder width."

You almost walk away then, but really, you almost knew this would happen from the instant you agreed to be scanned. So, face still burning, you lean against the wall in the prescribed position.

He begins the search oddly, by running his fingers through your hair, his strong, callused fingers rubbing your scalp. Then his powerful hands move over your shoulders, rubbing and ... squeezing? They move down your back, fingers and palms confidently touching every inch, every muscle, every bone of your rib cage, spine and shoulder blades. Your ... your breath grows short as the heat of his palms penetrates your shirt and soaks into your muscles. What the hell is happening to you? You don't want this ...

His hands reach around your waist to begin ... searching ... your stomach, his fingers squeezing your soft flesh between thumb and palm or thumb and fingers. You can feel his hot breath on your neck. By the time he reaches your chest, that tension in your solar plexus has spread over your entire torso, hardening your nipples and causing your sphincter muscle to twitch, your balls to dance excitedly, and your prick to fill the chastity cage uncomfortably. He squeezes your pecs and ... pinches your nipples? Is he ... teasing you?

He begins working his hands down your body to start "frisking" your legs, his hands never losing contact with you from your chest on down. When he reaches your ass, he squeezes each cheek in one large hand, pulls them apart, and slides the ridge between index finger and thumb on his left between them. His hot breath comes even faster in your ear, obviously excited, before disappearing as he kneels behind you to work his hands up and down your legs.

The whole encounter has you confused and upset. Despite what Malee has said about her not minding if you ... like men ... you don't WANT to be excited by this ... guy. You certainly don't want to be turning HIM on, as you seem to be. But you're just so damn horny ...

His hands are frisking your inner thighs now, and ... oh, no, he's cupping your balls. You grit your teeth, but a small, high-pitched, almost girly moan escapes your throat. Then he feels the titanium cocoon encasing your manhood. He pulls at it briefly, not roughly, and then speaks more Thai to Malee, his voice stern.

"Kuhn Erinn, Veera must see your ... accessory. To determine that it is not a weapon."

"But ... but it's locked onto me! I couldn't remove it if I tried!"

"You and I know that, my flower, but Kuhn Veera does not."

"Why not? He just spent five minutes feeling me up ..."

You can see her over your shoulder, smiling at that. But she's all business as she says, "Please, Kuhn Erinn, let us dispense with this unpleasantness so we can start your vacation? Just turn and lower your slacks and underwear so Kuhn Veera can determine that you are no danger to Kuhn Kulap?"

Still grumbling, and with a mumbled, "It's Aaron, dammit," you turn and do as she asks. When Veera sees the acutely curved, metallic pink tube encasing your penis, his eyes grow wide and he smiles. "Kathoey! Swy kathoey!" He pulls the chastity cage in one direction, then another, either inspecting or admiring, you are not sure.

"Gay?" he asks, looking at Malee. You begin shaking your head in denial. THAT word, at least, you suspect you understand.

"Mi. Kathey," Malee interrupts. Veera nods, then turns to you and signs that you may feel free to pull your pants back up. You do so, face beet-red, and then you and Malee continue into the penthouse.

"Did ... did he just ask if I'm gay?"

"Yes," she smiles back at you, "It is one word borrowed directly from American slang. But please remember, it does not have the same negative ... associations here that it does in the States." With a giggle she concludes, "He also finds you very attractive."

Your face, which you hadn't thought could get any redder, burns even more hotly. "What did you answer?"

She reaches out and places her arm around your waist, squeezing your hip. "I said no, you are bisexual."

"But I'm not ..." you begin to protest, but she pinches your near nipple with her other hand and interrupts.

"Oh please, Erinn. I certainly HOPE you are bisexual. Because you surely have a healthy interest in cock! I saw the way you were breathing just now. I heard the moans."

"But ..."

"Hush, now. Later," she orders, coming to a pair of heavy wooden doors, knocking softly, and opening one before motioning you inside.

Inside is an extensive and entirely Western library, two storeys tall, filled with leather-bound books on floor-to-ceiling bookcases, with a couple of those rolling ladders and a big, old-looking globe on one of the mahogany tables. At another sits your new boss, who rises, smiles at you both, and waves you over.

"Kuhn Dantanavanawong," you say, stepping even with Malee and offering the Wai, "thank you for inviting us."

Your new boss's eyebrowd rise, and he returns the bow. "You learn name! Good, good! Please, sit-sit-sit. We talk."

Once you're all seated around the table, he turns to you again and says, "I going talk Thai with Kuhn Malee now. Few minutes. Then we talk, okay?"

After you agree that it is, indeed, okay, the two of them speak in rapidfire Thai ... you assume ... for maybe three or four minutes. Then he turns back to you again. "You go vacation now, yes? Visit brothel?"

The question astounds and stupefies you. You knew of Thailand's reputation as a sex tourism destination, but had had no intention of taking advantage of any of THOSE ... attractions. After a moment's clueless stammering, you manage to get out that you doubt you will have any need to visit a brothel.

He smiles and says, "Bangkok fleshpots best in world. You come back, we go together. You learn lots. Good ... training? No ..."

"Experience, Kuhn Kulap," Malee interjects.

"Yes, experience! You come with, learn lots. Now, Kuhn Erinn, I send schedule to Malee, okay? She help you get around, to photoshoot, to event. Yes? You get back from vacation, you do what she say. Yes?"

You agree that you will let Malee handle your schedule and guide you.

"Good. Now, first day back, two job: spa visit ... haircut, wax, shave. Yes? Then doctor. You pretty boy, but too fat. Doctor help."

You ... look down your torso, then over at Malee. How could you possibly be too fat? But she reaches across the table and places her hand over yours, whispering, "later ..." before turning to Kuhn Kolab and saying, "I will explain to Kuhn Erinn, and we will make the appointments, Kuhn Kolab."

"Good, good," he smiles at you, "then enjoy vacation!"