The Band in Locktober / October 3

Chastity is starting to cause me great anxiety, it's been three days without touching myself and for me, who is used to at least two jerks off a day, I'm starting to get anxious.

The idea of submitting to the band's drummer turns me on even more. He's only two years younger than me but has a twink look and is physically weaker than me... and the idea of seeing my Master being submitted to another Master also drives me crazy with arousal.

Today we took a plane to Uruguay. In the morning, Lucas and Martín made Octavio and me dress without wearing underwear and forced us to carry their suitcases through the airport.

And I mean carry because even though they have wheels, we were forbidden to use them. Going through the metal detector with a chastity device always makes me fearful, I look at the airport security officers with anxiety silently begging for the detector not to go off when I pass through it.

The anxiety increases when some people recognize us at the airport and ask for photos, I have checked myself in the mirror many times to make sure the cage is not visible through my pants, and even though I don't see anything, I'm afraid that there might be a trace in some photo.

Once seated in first class, I feel calm. Miguel takes the seat next to me, as soon as the seatbelt sign turns off, Martín appears in our place and subtly orders Miguel to switch seats.

Martín makes me run to the window seat and sits in the aisle. He puts a sweater on my lap that he carried all the way - "open your pants and take out your caged thing," he says in my ear laughing. I laugh to disguise it, on the other side of the aisle are Lucas and Octavio so no one sees when I open my pants and let my caged dick come out under the sweater.

Martín crosses his arms and puts his left hand under the sweater, with the palm of his hand he gives me soft hits on the genitals, I look out the window to hide my gestures of pain and clench my teeth to not scream.

He stops and takes out his hand, then puts it back in and repeats the torture, I make unconscious small jumps and then make efforts not to move, if I close my legs he hits me harder.

We are served by a tall flight attendant, with a buzzed head and a husky voice. He walks very upright with his very hairy uncovered forearms and his well-sculpted buttocks through his pants.

He recognizes us and greets us friendly, asks us for a photo, his name is Ramón, he has a very deep voice, almost cavernous, Martín asks for orange juice and I ask for a diet soda.

When the flight attendant leaves, Martín takes the ice from his orange juice and walks it over my balls, I breathe heavily, nervously, feeling the cold strongly but the nervousness of leaving the seat wet gives me more anguish.

Martín adjusts himself to keep the ice on my balls for a long time, at times he walks it over my glans and the cage gets cold and wet. When the ice finishes, he opens the soda can and spits inside - "ready, now you can drink," I take sips while waiting for the wet sweater to give me some warmth in my freshly tortured genitals.

Ramón approaches Martín and places a glass with three ice cubes on his tray - "in case you need them, sir," he says smiling.

My face fills with embarrassment, panic invades me, how did he notice? Martín smiles and immediately takes one and places it on my genitals again, my mind wanders and I look around anxiously, afraid that he might have taken photos of us... Ramón notices my anxiety and approaches to talk to us - "Pablo, I'm a big fan of your group," Martín keeps his hand under the sweater with the ice on my balls, I feel humiliated to the limit, I can hardly hear what he says-

"You'll go to the concert," Martín says, smiling.

"I'm only staying in Uruguay for tonight and there are no more tickets," he says timidly.

"It's not a question, you're going to the concert tonight with us," Martín reiterates, turning to look at Octavio and as if Octavio had received an order, he approaches the manager to ask for a back stage ticket.

"Hey, my friend is nervous," he says approaching to speak in his ear.

"Oh, don't worry, Pablo," he says almost in secret, "I'm your fan, I'm taking care of you," when another flight attendant approaches, Ramón signals us to blend in and Martín takes his hand out of the sweater. That gesture gives me confidence... and I have no other choice but to accept it.

Martín lends me his sweater to cover my wet pants when we get off the plane, we have little time to get to the hotel because we have to do the soundcheck... the five of us can be quite depraved, but the show is the show and we dedicate all our attention to getting it ready. We are taken to the apartment for dinner and a bath and then back to the venue, Ramón is there back stage, splendid, handsome, although the uniform made him look more attractive than his civilian clothes, he still maintains a masculine and gallant bearing.

We take him with us in the van to the apartment and bring other men and women to spend a quiet evening with us.

Cristóbal, the manager, gives us some instructions and goes to his hotel. I have gone through a long agony since we got on the van, because I know Martín plans to give Ramón the continuation of what he saw on the plane.

Lucas always approaches special guests and explains that we invited him because he treated us well, which is partly true, we also invited him because he looks handsome.

"Do you want to spend the night hanging out with the band as a band or do you want to see what's behind the band?" Lucas asks him, looking him straight in the eyes.

"I already know the band, I've seen all their interviews, I want to see what I saw on the plane," he says sincerely. Lucas hands him a contract that Ramón signs without reading much... Octavio, Miguel, and I receive a text message and three minutes later we come out of our rooms naked and kneel in front of our respective Masters.

I allow myself to see the immense joy on Ramón's face.

"These two are mine," says Lucas standing up and caressing the heads of Octavio and Miguel who are kneeling with their legs open and hands behind their backs, their chests raised and their eyes on the floor, "that one is Martín's," he says pointing at me.

"Say hello to our slave guest," Martín orders and the three of us crawl on all fours to Ramón's feet to kiss them.

"Have you had dinner yet?" Lucas asks.

"Can I have any of them for dinner?" Ramón asks and Martín and Lucas burst into laughter, "yes, but eat something first."

With a snap of Lucas's fingers, the three slaves get up and head to the kitchen, I heat up some leftover food from lunch, Miguel takes out the plates and Octavio serves a glass of tequila and grapefruit soda.

Ramón talks with Lucas and Martín in the living room, I position myself in front of him on all fours like a coffee table, and Miguel places the plate of food on my back, Octavio kneels next to Ramón holding the glass of tequila.

Ramón enjoys his drink and meal, chatting with Martín and Lucas about his work and life, as the table I listen calmly to their conversation without having to get up to bring them things like Miguel.

He tells us he is divorced, bisexual, and has had some BDSM sessions in both roles.

"What role would you like to have today?" Lucas asks, sipping a tequila that Miguel brought for him.

"Master, without a doubt," he says, "I love Pablo, I'm ecstatic to have him as a table," he says.

"Touch him with confidence," Martín tells him, "I'll lend him to you."

Before he finishes his sentence, I feel the huge hand with long fingers of the flight attendant caressing between my legs and roughly squeezing my butt.

"This is a dream to me," Ramón says. "Who would have thought I'd be able to touch my crush like this?" Martín and Lucas laugh.

Ramón's hand gains confidence and presses my anus - "your ass is really nice, just as I imagined it," he says.

"Have you masturbated to his photos?" Martín asks, sitting on the other side of me and squeezing my nipples hard. I make efforts to keep the plate of food on my back.

"Oh, yes, a lot. There's a photo on his Instagram where he dances with a cowboy hat, I've jerked off a lot with that image," I recall the picture, doing a shirtless cowboy hat stripper dance...

"Okay, well, today you won't need your hands," Martín says, taking the plate off my back. I understand what comes next and turn to suck his dick, very anxious to see it and taste it.

"Wait," Ramón says, "better have Pablo dance and let someone else suck me, can I?" My frustration is tremendous, I was about to blow Ramón and now I've been downgraded to a living TikTok.

"Everything is possible here, man," Lucas says, "dance, you dog," he says slapping me.

I get up and start dancing like a stripper in front of him, Lucas plays a song but Ramón corrects him and tells him the name of the one I danced to in the video.

Miguel gets between Ramón's legs and a pretty appetizing dick pops out of the flight attendant's pants, thick, good-sized but not huge, circumcised, with a tremendous glans.

I dance for Ramón while Miguel takes the best prize - "can you remove the chastity device?" he asks, and Martín approaches to remove it - "he is only forbidden from coming, that's the only thing we won't grant you," I keep dancing with my dick exposed, feeling freer and excited to know that I am arousing that unknown flight attendant and that he even dedicated jerking off to me.

Ramón looks at me still, doesn't move a muscle, spreads his legs and places his arms open on the backrest. I approach to dance with him and brush my buttocks against his chest, then I continue dancing from a distance.

Octavio watches me kneeling holding Ramón's drink, like a cuckold watching the others enjoy his slave, his position excites me even more, I already have a hard on but I start to drip precum...

I squat on the couch in front of Ramón and unbutton his shirt, his torso is perfectly sculpted and his muscles, which are not very voluminous, are hard as a rock. I take off his shirt and smudge his chest with my ass, Ramón responds with a smack, then he grabs my butt and bites one of them making me scream, everyone laughs... even Octavio.

"I want to rim him, can I?" Ramón asks.

"He's yours, you can do whatever you want to him," Martín replies, and there on the couch while Miguel blows him, I feel Ramón's hot and rough tongue on my asshole... his hands grab me tightly... his mouth moistens around my ass - "ahhhh" I start to moan with genuine pleasure, I grab my dick and Martín hits my balls - "stay still, hands on your head" I put my hands as ordered and let myself be carried away by the sensation of Ramón's tongue.

His tongue circles around my opening, I feel so hot and dirty, so used... Ramón's hands squeeze my butt and squeeze it hard... he eventually stands up holding me by the waist, puts me against the couch, lowers his pants, and spits on his dick... there's no turning back, I feel his thick and hard glans pushing into my ass... I open up more and bend over to give in to him... little by little I feel his shaft invading me and possessing me.

I feel the warmth of his body, and I feel he does it with the admiration of a fan, he dominates me but at the same time worships me, and it's a sensation that drives me crazy... little by little he goes deeper until he reaches the top... a smack that resounds throughout the room and he starts thrusting moaning... I regret not being able to see him naked but I feel him and that's much better... his dick scratches and tickles me, his body bends and enjoys me... there's something wonderful about being the sexual toy of a fan... he has always used me in his imagination and now the dream comes true - "Ahhh ahhh" I moan... he breathes heavily and fucks me faster...

"Thank you, Ramón," I tell him like a gift I've left in his subconscious, I imagine how many times he will hear my voice say his name like that in his bed, like a bitch moaning at the power of his dick...

Ramón grunts... he quickly pulls out his dick and comes on my back... I give him more sexy dance to remember me by... and he keeps shooting cum holding his dick with his long fingers...

When I come back to reality, I see everyone watching me with a huge smile on their faces... Ramón tired and somewhat ecstatic quickly dresses, I can barely see one last time his well-toned naked torso.

He leaves after a few minutes feeling a bit nervous. Lucas guesses what's going on with him - "Hey man, Pablo and all of us really enjoyed ourselves with you, right? All of this is fun for everyone."

"That's right," I affirm smiling as I get up and approach him, "I had a great time and I'll never forget you," I say, offering him my hand, Ramón's smile returns to his face.

He showers us with praise and leaves us, the five of us tired go to sleep, me back in my chastity and with a fan's cum smeared on my back...