HOLIDAY TO HELL PART 2---CUMMING IN TO LAND

The man who now wore an air marshal badge sat down next to me. Scared and now realizing I was fully hard I just wanted this to be over. The air marshal spoke to me for the first time saying that I was in big trouble but that I should just sit back and relax. He said that someone as good looking as me might even get let off and then laughed. I just hoped that he had not noticed that my cock was hard. After about 10 minutes he said it was time for the in-flight entertainment. He reached under the blanket and grabbed my rock hard cock saying how his little pills had done the trick. I started struggling and moaning in my gag but it was no use I could hardly move, certainly not enough to get him off me. I have never had a man touch my dick only girls but I could do nothing. His hand was moving up and down my shaft teasing me like you would not believe. It had been a good few days since my last wank and I was like a precum fountain. I could feel my shorts getting damp again and this made them nice and slick for his hand job much to my frustration. I moaned as loudly as I could hoping to attract some attention but he didn’t seem to care. The flight attendant walked past and asked if I was OK. The air marshal just said it was a combination of the d**g wearing off and realizing that I had been caught as an attempted terrorist. My eyes pleaded with him and he just looked at me with disgust. I hope they execute him for trying to kill us all. That panicked me even more, could they really execute me? All these horrible thoughts going on in my head yet I am still rock hard getting the slowest hand job ever and desperate to cum. As the flight attendant left the air marshal said to me “I know you are suffering and desperate to cum. One of these pills will keep you going all night and I gave you four, you’ll be lucky if your cock ever goes soft and all the while you will want to cum over and over again. Just one bit of advice don’t cum as that will just make things worse.” What the hell did that mean? I was not the one in control of whether I cum on not anyway, he was the one working my cock!

My torture went on for what must have been 45 minutes. I was sweating, breathing heavily and crying out to cum but the air marshal just kept whispering “don’t”. We were coming into land back at Azerbaijan and he started speeding up. I was trying to hold back but I could not. He timed it perfectly I came the moment the wheels touched the ground. My screams were masked but the screeching tyres and my body thrashing about masked by the jerk from the plane but he did not stop, he kept milking every last drop out of me until the plane had stopped ready to disembark. He said that we would get off last and the police would be waiting for me. Due to the seriousness of my crime I would be fast tracked through the system and should be executed in a day or so. This sent waves of panic crashing over me again and he removed the blanket in time for all the passengers to see me trying to escape my bonds with a hard cock poking from the straight jacket crotch straps and cum seeping out of my shorts. I was too frightened to be embarrassed or to notice the shocked faces of those walking past it was only when a man in police uniform smacked me round the face that I calmed down. I could then see five more officers behind him and some sort of stretcher with straps hanging off of it. They offered me the choice of co-operating or it would be the teaser and d**gs again. I nodded and they started to unfasten the straps holding me to the chair and the leg cuffs. I was dragged to my feet and sat on the stretcher. One made a joke about my hard-on and the air marshal just warned them to be careful as I seemed to like being restrained. I tried to protest but all it took was a point of the Taser and I calmed down again. I was then laid back on the stretcher and the officers went about fastening me to it. My trainers were removed and bagged along with my socks and my ankles wrapped in leather cuffs attached to a leather belt on the far corners of the stretcher. The same belts and cuffs were at my knees and thighs too. Leather belts then went over my waist and chest through loops on the straight jacket. My head sat between two pads that meant I could only see forward but it seems this was not enough. My head was lifted slightly and a hood was placed over it sending me into darkness before belts at my neck and forehead completed the preparations for the next part of my journey.