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'I can't believe we're finally going to Amsterdam' said Elliott, 'we've talked about it a few times. It now we're off there for some 'fun'!'

'A later flight or more time in the club lounge might have made the start more fun, said his boyfriend, but don't worry, I've got plenty of fun planned' He smiled at Elliott and pulled a face they that they both knew the meaning of.

The taxi dropped them at T5 just after ‪9am‬, the traffic was lighter than they'd planned. With only hand luggage they quickly went straight to security, already checked in, with their tickets preloaded onto their iPhones. At security there was a queue but Jason reminded Elliott they had Fast Track access so they quickly joined the queue of three instead of the long standard queue.

'You might want to pop to the toilet before we go through security' said Jason.

'I'm good, said Elliott, I don't need to go'

'There's a little something in your bag that you might not want to get scanned' said Elliott

'What the...?' said Elliott

'Well let's just say it might be less embarrassing if you wear it through the scanner rather than leave it in your bag'

'For fucks sake' said Elliott blushing, and he moved out of the queue towards the toilet

'Take these and then bin them when you're done' said Jason, throwing a bottle of poppers towards the blushing Elliott.

There was no one to see in the nearly empty Fast Track aisle but Elliot felt his face flush and best up as he caught the poppers and turned towards the Gents.

Inside the toilet he went straight to a disabled cubicle and put his bag on the toilet seat. He opened it and rummaged around. In the corner under his laptop there was a sandwich bag he hadn't packed. He took it out.

Inside was a small tube of Spunk lube and his favourite clear plastic butt plug. He smiled even though he was still fuming about the embarrassment and the extra delay it was causing before he could relax in the lounge. 

He carefully put the dildo down on top of the bag within easy reach.

He undid his belt and dropped his shorts and pants. He took the lube bottle and squeezed it as little as was practical onto his fingers, slipping one, then another into his cunt. 

He left them there while he settled down to the feeding of the penetration and picked up the poppers with his other hand, awkwardly twisting the lid off in his teeth. He spat the lid onto the floor and sighed as he took a hit from the bottle, first in his left nostril, then his right and then both again.

His eyes lulled back a little and he felt a glow rise up from his chest. After all these years of serving his Daddy he still relished the first hit of poppers. He was only sorry it wasn't the start of a full session and his mind immediately swung back to the night before when Daddy's cock was forcing itself down his throat.

Back to the matter in hand, literally, Elliot reached for the dildo with his lube coated hand and massaged the tip of it with remainder of the thick slime he'd used on his cunt. After another deep draw on the popper bottle he slipped the dildo in past his sphincter and felt his hole close tightly around the cold plastic. He dropped the poppers into the sanitary bin and stood back up, moving to the sink to wash his hands and his phone buzzed.

{Look in the end pocket of the bag} said the text from Jason

He unzipped the pocket and reached into find a light resin cock cage and plastic padlock.

His phone vibrated again on the cistern:
{Put it on}

The plastic was cold and it was a struggle to stretch the retaining ring over his balls and cock, especially avoiding the new piercings he'd had put in at Christmas. His frenum piercing sat on his massive ball sack and banged against his Prince Albert when he walked which he loved. Under that he had three proud guiche bcrs, all in a tight and tidy row; every step, every day reminded him he was Daddy's bitch. He loved that.

Once the ring was snugly around his clock and balls he laced the plastic tape through the eyelets and slipped the cock tunnel onto his tiny dick. It fitted snugly and would hold back any chance of an erection; not that he got hard very often now, for the past few years his release only came when he had a cock inside him.

He smartened up his shirt and pulled up his trousers, zipped his bag and unlocked the cubicle door. He winced as he strode out, forgetting for a moment he was carrying something inside him, and adjusted his gait. He caught the eye of a man washing his hands who gave him a look and a smirk, like he knew what was making his walk slightly pained. Elliot smiled back and walked towards the exit.

He met Jason immediately outside the toilet. He'd been shopping and had two carrier bags in his hand. 'What's that?' asked Elliot. 'Nothing really' he replied.

They cleared security quickly and with the friendly staff smiles that the longer standard queues wouldn't have got. Elliott got some odd looks and some admiring ones.

As they relaced their belts after the scanner Jason threw a carrier bag at Elliot. 'You might want to get into the next toilet and charge into these. Actually if you want to or not, just go and do it'.

Elliot felt himself harden in his cock cage which immediately restricted his cock and pinched at he head. He winced.

He loved it when he was reminded he was the bitch and when Jason asserted his authority he really felt at peace; he loved being owned and controlled.

Elliot took the bag and went into the toilet, finding another cubicle and quickly locking the door. He dumped his hand luggage bag on the toilet and opened the carrier bag. Inside was a white t shirt with a low cut neckline, a medium when Elliot took either a large or an XL. Elliot took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, taking the labels off the t shirt and slipping it snugly over his head. It was a struggle to pull it down over his body and it clung to him.

His phone buzzed:
{Leave the shirt off and just wear the t shirt}

Elliott smoothed the T shirt down and adjusted the neckline. His collar sat proudly above the t shirt neck. Jason had swapped his standard every day collar for a choke chain two sizes heavier and that sat up closer to his jaw. The new t shirt showed it off completely and exposed his smooth shaved chest as well. The clinging t shirt also accentuated his pierced nipple, now with the larger ball bearings in place, again swapped for his smaller more discreet barbell in anticipation for the trip. The high sleeves of the t shirt showed over half of his tattoo sleeve and through the fabric his new back tattoo was clearly visible, an intricate Art Deco padlock and key, design that Daddy had picked, right across his back.



He rolled his old shirt up and stuffed it into his bag picking the bag up and throwing it over his shoulder. 

He turned and walked out of the cubicle immediately seeing three pairs of eyes from the urinals swing around and focus on him. Two looked horrified, one just slightly amused.

He straightened his back and stood up tall, 'Fuck it, he thought, it's what I love so why hide it?'

He left the toilets and say Jason smirking at him. 'Nice, really nice. You're a good boy' he said and reached out and stroked Elliott's face. He let his hand drop down across Elliott's chest and as is did he flicked his pierced tit hard. Elliott shuddered and his cage filled up, pinching and squeezing his cock painfully. As Elliott winced and pulled himself back from the centre of the pain he felt the twinge from the butt plug in his arse. Jason just smiled more broadly and pushed Elliott towards the BA lounge doors.

As they entered the lounge the steward on reception looked up and his eyes flew open when he looked Elliott up and down. 'good morning gentlemen' he said with a smile.

Jason leaned in to pass his phone to the steward to show he was allowed access. 'oh Sir that will be fine' said the steward, his smile, like a mirror image of Jason's, growing even broader. They were waved through as the steward reached for his desk phone and dialled the bar staff inside the lounge. 'Doors left' he whispered to his friend on the bar.

All eyes of the three bar staff immediately swung towards Elliott and he walked into the lounge.

Inside the lounge Jason steered Elliott towards a corner table and pulled him out a chair. He patted it and said 'sit'. Elliott jumped at the tone and again he felt a pinch in his groin and his arse squeezed the dildo hard. He sat.

Jason went over to the bar and started speaking to the three bar tenders. Their eyes flirted between Jason and Elliott and they started to smile and nod, one after the other. The older guys eyes didn't leave Elliott. He was 6'6 or more, black with a shaved head. He was clearly ripped under his BA uniform and he had a manner that suggested he knew how great he looked. As the two other staff drifted off to the staff area behind the bar the black guy just kept staring at Elliott, looking right into him, hardly blinking but nodding slowly and surely as Jason continued to talk to him.

Elliott noticed the attention he was getting but ignored it. It was always like Jason to flirt and not unusual for him to throw a few comments in about his bitch boy just to get a reaction. Besides that, Elliott was busy concentrating on the throbbing in his arse from the dildo that had been in for nearly and hour now. He wished he kept the poppers bottle and risked its discovery at security; he'd kill for a hit of poppers to heighten his mood and take the edge off the dull throb in his cunt.

Jason came back from the bar with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, casting wayward glances back at the black barman as he returned. He set the bottle down and nodded back to the bar. 'Seen that guy?' he asked. 'Hard to miss him really' said Elliott looking up and catching the strangers eye.

'Well he sure saw you; I told him you'd meet him in the staff room immediately after I got back to you. Better make tracks; it's the second door on the left past the wine fridge' said Jason

Elliott looked at his boyfriend and started to ask 'what' but the words didn't come. He'd already started thinking about what was waiting for him and before he know what he was doing he was making the first steps towards the second door on the left past the wine fridge.