“Excuse me sir, could I see your boarding pass please?”

Tom retrieved his boarding pass from the seat back pocket in front of him and handed it up to the flight attendant. She compared it to another one in her other hand. Tom assumed the other one belonged to a grumpy looking man standing in the aisle behind her.

“Oh dear. I’m very sorry.” She said to Tom. “I don’t know how this happens, but sometimes the computers make such a mess of a simple task.” She was, of course, lying. She knew exactly how this had happened, but experience had taught her that starting with a heartfelt apology was a more successful way to begin.

“I’m afraid the computer double booked this seat. I’m going have to ask you to gather up your things and follow me up to the front of the plane.” Then she turned her head so the grumpy guy could not see her wink at Tom, and quietly added, “I think I can find you a better option.”

While irritated at first, Tom was intrigued by the sly wink from the flight attendant. He gathered his things and followed her up the aisle. Her back side turned out to be just as attractive as her front.

It was a trans-Atlantic flight, heading home after a week long business trip. Tom was new to the world of freelance consulting, and while he wished he was sitting up in business class, he had booked his seat in economy to save money. He was hopeful this little mix up was going to work out in his favor.

The flight attendant led him past the gally which separated the economy seating from the business class seats. Behind the stairs leading up to the first class deck there was an alcove with jump seats for the flight attendants to sit in during takeoff and landing. She turned to face him and spoke quietly so that other passengers boarding the plane could not hear her.

“Again, I’m sorry about the mix up, but I can offer you an alternative which I think you may like.” Her voice was now less professional, and a bit more personal, like a confidante sharing a secret. She was standing very close to him, closer than was necessary.

“First of all, I can refund the full ticket price of your flight today, and an additional cash compensation of 5 times the cost of your ticket.”

Tom was amazed. That was more than he usually made in a month.

“I can also credit enough miles into your account to bump you up to platinum level for a year, giving you free acces to our luxury lounges and free seat upgrades to first class whenever available.”

Tom was speechless. This was better than he had imagined. He had never been upstairs to the first class seating, but heard it was amazing. Tom was rather glad the computers had messed things up. “Thank you. That is more than fair. I really appreciate it.” Tom answered sincerely.

“I’m just going to need one thing from you to make this all work.” She said, looking directly into his eyes, speaking very quietly. “I need you to keep this all a secret, and not tell anyone about our little arrangement.” She paused to let her words sink in. “Will you promise me that what we are going to do here does not leave this plane?”

Her charm and personal attention had won him over. Tom was happy to agree to her request. It was exciting to be complicit in a devious little deal, especially with a woman such as herself. He took note of her name tag, “Taylor.”

“I will never speak of this again. You have my word.” Tom said, trying to match her serious demeanor.

She extended a hand and they shook on it. Her skin was soft, and warm. He enjoyed her touch.

The sound of the cargo doors below hummed and then clunked closed, signaling the completion of luggage loading.

“You are our witness.” She said to another attendant standing nearby.

“Very good.” The other attendant said, nodding her head. “You best be getting him to his new seat. The last of the passengers are now aboard.”

Taylor opened a door labeled CREW ONLY, and motioned for him to go through. It was a small elevator, sized to just barely hold a drink cart. She tapped the button for Cargo Level and stepped in behind him. She pressed her body up against his and closed the door behind her. He did not know what her plan was, but with their bodies pressed together it seemed like the wrong time to ask for more details. The elevator compartment rattled and shook them as it descended down to the cargo level below. When they arrived she backed out and led him down a narrow hall. There was no carpet or finishes like in the main cabin. The floors were bare metal, with wiring and pipes covering the ceiling. The walls were lined with rolling drink carts, food storage bins, and supply closets. The hallway ended at a wide area with more jump seats and equipment racks. A floor to ceiling cargo net separated them from endless piles of suitcases.

“You can put your things down here.” She pointed to an open bin. Tom was utterly confused and bewildered. Did she expect him to sit in a hard jump seat down here with the cargo in exchange for all she had offered up stairs? He put his items down as he tried to decide what to say next.

“Now stand here against the net.” She instructed. “And grab that handle above your head.

Tom was even more confused than before. She was an attractive woman, but at some point enough was enough, and he would have to put his foot down and demand answers. He silently told himself to comply with her request one last time and then that would be the end of it. He was not going to spend the next 6 hours in the cargo hold.

She stepped up close to him, her breasts pressing once again to his chest. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but he felt only her warm breath across his face. He stared into her eyes, caught off guard by her encroachment deep into his own personal space.

While maintaining eye contact with her victim, Taylor’s hands moved quickly, securing straps tightly around his wrists and then his waist. Like a special forces operative assembling their weapon while blindfolded, she was equally deft with spare airplane seat belts. A second later she stepped back and admired her work.

“What are you doing!” Tom raised his voice. “Get these off me!’ He shook at his bindings, but to no avail.

“I’ll make this quick because we are about to take off.” She said taking a step back. Her demeanor shifted dramatically from seductive siren to strict mistress. “We made a deal upstairs. I already told you what you will get. Now, I will tell you what we will get. Being a flight attendant is hard work, and you wouldn’t believe how some normally polite people turn into insufferable assholes once they get on a plane. We encounter them on every flight, yet we are required to maintain our composure and uphold the airline’s image of impeccable service. When we are pushed to the edge of losing our shit, we come down here and let off some steam.”

She picked up a intercom handset. “J4 secured and cross checked.” She reported in an official sounding voice. Tom noticed that the structural rib of the fuselage to his left was stenciled with the letters J4.

”J4 secured, copy.” Came a distant voice from the wall speaker. She returned the microphone to the cradle. His secret situation was now a little less of a secret.

She turned her attention back to Tom. “Whenever any of the crew need a break, they will come down here and take their frustrations out on you. For this flight you will be our aggression outlet, like visiting a therapist, with a punching bag.”

Tom was shocked by this story. It was hard to believe that flight attendants could get that upset. And although he had never been to therapy, he also had never heard of one with a punching bag in their office. This whole arrangement was slightly terrifying, but he was not able to break free of the straps.

The attendant walked back to Tom. “So, Thomas, let’s see what we’re working with here. She unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and briefs down to his knees. Embarrassment washed across his face. His manhood was now exposed to anyone who walked in, and there was no way for him to hide himself.

“Not bad.” She said in a somewhat condescending way. “Not great, but not bad.”

Tom was flabbergasted. The exposure, the insult, the feeling of helplessness took hold of him.

“Now turn around, face the net.” She instructed him. “It’s easier for everyone if you start that way.“

Tom reluctantly shuffled his feet and turned in a circle. The handle overhead swiveled, and the strap around his waist provided just enough room to turn. His pants slipped farther down and were now binding his ankles together. His bare bottom was now visible to the room. His penis was pressed up against the cargo net, only visible to a stack of suitcases.

Taylor kept herself busy with various tasks, and then took a seat when the plane pushed back and began taxiing. Tom was disoriented from the sudden change of circumstances and complete lose of self autonomy. He could not think of anything to say which would improve his situation. Eventually the plane accelerated and took off, steeply pitching back, and forcefully pushing him face first against the cargo net. A few minutes later there was a chime, and Tom heard the flight attendant unfasten her seat belt. She walked over to him and gently caressed his bare ass cheeks with one hand.

“Now, you be a good boy and stay right here.” Taylor whispered in his ear. “I’m sure one of us will be down soon to…” she paused for emphasis. “…to share our feelings with you.” She gave his ass a little pinch, and then walked away. Tom was left alone, strung up like a medieval prisoner, waiting for his destiny to unfold.

Ten minutes is not a long time, but it feels like an eternity when your pants are around your ankles and you know strangers are about to discover your predicament. Tom’s penis rubbed against the rough cargo net, swelled for a few moments, and then softened.

The clank of a door latch came from the hall, and footsteps approached. Tom heard an exasperated groan.

“If that pig in row 7 calls me honey one more time…”

Smack! An open hand slapped across Tom’s bare ass.

“Ouch!” He instinctively blurted out.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“You do NOT call us honey.” She growled at him. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Tom answered.

“Yes, WHAT?” She asked in an irritated tone. Smack!

“Yes, Ma’am. I understand, Ma’am.” Tom responded. Hoping a humble and respectful approach was what she wanted.

“That’s right.” She barked, spanking him one last time, before turning and leaving.

Tom stood there, replaying the interaction in his mind. She was right. That was not an appropriate way to talk to a flight attendant. He wished he could rub his stinging bottom. Like trying to ignore a persistent itch, he would just have to wait for the tingling to subside. That’s when he noticed his penis was erect, and sticking through a hole in the cargo net, wagging around in the air from the gentle turbulence.

Some time passed, and more steps approached.

“Get your shit together and don’t waste my time!” An attendant yelled. She delivered an open palm across his backside, much harder than the previous. Tom jumped from the sharp pain.

“Don’t order a coffee, and when I bring it to you then ask for some sugar.” Smack! “You’re an adult. You should know how to order a fucking coffee. Don’t make me walk back to your seat again and again.” Smack! “You wouldn’t do that, would you?” She asked.

“No Ma’am.” Tom answered, hoping the polite phrasing would avoid more spankings.

“You’re damn right.” She replied. Smack! And then she walked away.

Tom’s ass was glowing with heat. He couldn’t see it, but he assumed it was glowing with color as well. They were not even 30 minutes into the flight and already tempers were flaring.

Next he heard multiple sets of footsteps and two women talking. They opened and closed closet doors, sliding boxes around and crinkling bags.

“Oh, look what we have down here waiting for us.” One said to the other.

“Mmmmm. Nice one.” The other replied. ”Taylor sure knows how to pick’em. He wears the tender shade of pink very well.”

“Well, let’s not let that fade away too fast.” She giggled as she approached.

Smack! She landed her hand in the center of one cheek. Smack! To the other one.

“My hands are full, give him a few from me too.” Said the other one.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Nice. I’ll be back soon to get a few in myself. Probably after the first snack pass.” The women walked away and disappeared.

These sorts of visits continued for over an hour, usually it was a single attendant, but sometimes a pair of them came down to vent. They managed to keep his ass in a constant state of tenderness. Most of the triggers were passenger rudeness, or disregarding the instructions of the attendants. There was one smoking violation up in first class, and some kids got into a food fight with pretzels and gummy bears. The parents wearing earphones, were oblivious to their out of control brood.

More foot steps. Smack!

“How are you doing down here?” A familiar voice asked. “Behaving yourself?”

Taylor stepped up close to behind him, rubbing her open palm in circles around his right cheek. She brought her mouth up close to Tom’s ear, as she enjoyed doing with the captives. “Have you been a good boy?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Tom noticed a twitch in his penis.

“Good.” She replied. “I expect your arms are getting tired, being tied up like that for so long.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Tom answered. Even with the aggressive enslavement and unrelenting humiliation, Taylor had a small streak of compassion.

“I’m going to adjust your arms.” She said.

Taylor first applied additional straps to his wrists, one on each side. She passed the other ends through holes in the cargo net a couple feet away on either side of Tom’s waist. She turned him around, unclipped the original wrist binder, and pulled on the two new straps. Like a marionette dancing on strings, Tom’s arms flopped down and out to his sides. She tied them off and looked up at Tom for his reaction. There was a mixture of physical relief as the blood returned to his forearms, and psychological embarrassment from his exposed erection pointing forward.

“It’s important to have a little variety here.” She said. “Otherwise the crew is likely to become bored and your presence will become less effective.”

Tom’s brow furrowed as he pouted. The crew members would now see his face, and be able to watch his reactions.

Taylor unbuttoned his shirt and opened it wide. Tom’s doughy stomach and lack of pectoral muscles were now added to the show. Tom shook his head, regretting not taking better care of himself over the years. She pulled the shirt down off his shoulders, causing it to stay open. She dragged her finger nails down his chest, entertained by his involuntary muscle twitching.

“Meal service is starting, so you probably won’t see any of us for a while.” She cracked open a bottle of water and held it up to Tom’s mouth. He eagerly swallowed the water, just realizing how thirsty he had become. She held it up like feeding a hamster until he had finished the entire bottle. It was more than he needed at that moment, but he chose to swallow the rest rather than let the remaining cold water run down his front. She showed a devious smirk when he finally finished. She turned and headed back down the hall. “I’ll bring you something to eat later, if you behave.” She called out over her shoulder as she disappeared from view.

Tom stood there, waiting, wondering, dreading the next visitor he would face. Taylor was right about it being awhile. It felt like an hour before he heard the door latch sound again from the other end of the hall. Tom sucked in his gut and stood up straight. He didn’t know why, but it felt like the only thing he could do for himself. Two attendants walked down the hall. When they caught sight of Tom they both grinned and showed signs of amusement.

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.” The first one said.

“Cute little dangler he’s got “ the second one said, gesturing to his drooping penis. “Is it a bit cold in here for you?” She teasingly asked Tom.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He replied, looking down. Yet another reference to him being small. He had always been accepting of what he thought was an average sized penis. It only took a few mean comments to crack his confidence and instill a sense of inadequacy.

“Maybe he’s a grower, not a shower.” The first one said. “But that, of course, would require him to be turned on.” She turned to her friend. “What do you think turns him on?”

“I’ve heard some guys like to be slapped around.” Said the second attendant. She swung her forearm from right to left, slapping his penis and causing it to whip side to side, bouncing back and forth off his thighs a few times. Tom sucked air in through his teeth at the sting on his sensitive member. She gave it another slap, repeating the tether ball motion. Then a combo forehand and backhand double slap.

Tom let out a stifled coo, trying to tolerate the impacts without crying out loud.

“Well, it appears to be lengthening, but it’s still quite floppy.” She announced.

The other reached over, pinched Tom’s nipple and twisted it with a grin.

“Yowch!” Tom blurted out.

“Feel good?” She asked him.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He managed to whisper.

“Well then, you may have another.” She tweaked his other nipple, eliciting the same response.

The cock slapper resumed her slapping, batting him left and right.

“I think there are signs of growth.” She said. “What do you think?”

The two of them paused and stared at Tom’s penis. It was beginning to swell. It was by no measure erect, but it was certainly heading in that direction.

“I think he shows promise.” The first one said. “He may just need some more time.”

They giggled and turned to walk away. “I’ll let the others know he needs some more attention.” Said one of them. Tom watched them disappear down the hall as his semi-erection slowly sagged downward and deflated.

The next visitor approached quietly. Tom heard the door latch close, but the footsteps were very soft. It was a flight attendant he had not seen before. She was petite, and maybe younger than the rest. Tom guessed she was new to the job, and maybe not as familiar with the nefarious antics of the more seasoned crew. She stopped and looked at Tom from a distance. She eyed him up and down, shy about what to do next. After a long wait, she lifted a finger to her lips, signaling for Tom not to talk. She glanced around the supply area and back down the hall behind her. When she was sure they were alone, she reached her hand up under her skirt. Tom couldn’t see what she was doing, but his imagination ran wild. She withdrew her hand, raised two glistening fingertips up for Tom to see. She wiped the wetness on his face. Tom stared wide eyed at her, shocked at what she had done. She then squeezed the tip of his penis, working a large drop of precum from the tip. She caught it on her finger, showed Tom, and then wiped it on the other side of his face. She stepped back, looking at what she had done and began giggling. Tom couldn’t tell if she was amused at her dirty little ways, or laughing at Tom’s pathetic helplessness. She turned and left, giggling all the back down the hall.

After a few more visitors, Taylor finally came back to the cargo hold. She admired her prisoner.

“Hungry?” She asked.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Tom answered. Knowing how to properly answer their questions was making his role in the whole scene a bit easier to handle.

Taylor opened a snack bag of pretzels. She picked one out and placed it on Tom’s tongue. It was only a pretzel, but he thought it was delicious. After he swallowed Tom opened his mouth and she fed him again. They continued this way until they got to the crumbs in the bottom of the bag. Taylor held it up high and tipped it. Tom’s open mouth collected all the remaining crumbs, as well as a healthy dose of loose salt.

“Better?” She asked him.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He answered with honest thanks.

“You’re probably still hungry. One little bag of pretzels is not enough, right?” She inquired.

“Yes, Ma-am. I’m still hungry.” Tom answered with apologetic caution.

Taylor opened another bag of pretzels and continued feeling Tom the same way. She again finished it off pouring the crumbs and salt into his mouth. She smiled at what she had done. She waited for a minute, watching him standing there. His will was slowly breaking. She enjoyed how appreciative he had become from the smallest of favors. She broke the silence by asking him if he was thirsty.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Tom answered, glad that she had finally offered. His mouth was so dry and pasty from two bags of salty snacks. Taylor opened another bottle of water, and held it up until he had finished it all. It was only a matter of time until he would regret that.

She left him alone again. Tom’s legs were getting tired. He leaned back against the cargo net and tried to shift his weight back and forth between his feet. He was not able to move them individually very much due to his pants around his ankles. Some more attendants came down and yelled at him. Some slapped his penis around. One of them signed her name in pen across his lower stomach.

Taylor returned and admired his predicament. She slapped his penis back and forth, teasing him about the drooling drips of precum that had landed on the floor. She pointed out the wet drops stuck in his leg hair on each thigh. Tom hung his head in shame. His full blabber was becoming a concern.

“Could I, please,” Tom hesitantly asked, “May I please, use the restroom?”

Taylor looked at him and thought about it. She tilted her head to one side as if it was a difficult question, requiring much evaluation.

“No.” She said definitively. “That is not part of the arrangement. You will just have to hold it until we land, taxi, and deplane at the terminal.”

Tom was not sure if he would be able to make it that long. The fullness in his abdomen was beginning to grow. He would have to resist the overwhelming urge to release. He did not want to face the consequences of an accident.

Tom heard the door latch, and the two of them turned to see who was coming. A woman with tightly braided hair walked down the hall. Unlike the other flight attendants, she was wearing a white button down shirt, with various black and gold decorations on it. Tom guessed she might be the pilot.

“So this is what all the talk has been about?” She asked Talyor while keeping her focus on Tom.

“Yes, captain.” Taylor responded. “He’s been well behaved, so far.”

The captain walked up to Tom, took his penis in her hand, pulled it outward, commanding his full attention.

“You understand the importance of discretion?” She asked him.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Tom obediently answered.

She pulled harder, causing Tom to wince. “On board this aircraft, you will address me as Captain.” She corrected him.

“Yes, Captain.” Tom replied, doing his best to submit to her authority.

“There will be no discussion, documentation, or recounting of what has happened onboard the aircraft today.” She spoke clearly, as if reading a court ordered statement. “Your flight was uneventful, service was good as always, and after a brief nap you woke up just in time for landing.”

Tom got the message. Loud and clear. Her firm grip on his penis reinforced the seriousness of the matter.

“We have access to your payment records, travel history, and customer status.” She continued. “If you even so much as think of telling someone about this little arrangement, you will lose everything.” She stared into his eyes. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes , Captain.” Tom said, fearful for his personal safety.

“Do you have any questions?” She asked, squeezing his penis for emphasis.

“No, Captain.” Tom replied.

“Very good.” She said, finally letting go of his manhood. She looked into his eyes for a moment, and then swatted his penis side to side a few times. Slap, slap, slap slap. She snickered at the sound it made each time it bounced off his thighs. She nodded at Taylor, acknowledging a job well done, then turned and left.

Taylor brought out a digital tablet and showed Tom his account. The flight refund, the inconvenience compensation, and the frequent flyer status had all been updated. He was more well off than when the trip started, and would be treated like royalty for the coming year. Despite the exhausting physical position, the continuous pain, and soul crushing humiliation, Tom was proud of what he had gained from the deal. There was something satisfying about knowing his worth, and making a difficult but worthwhile trade of services. His cock was pleasantly plump from having done a good deed. Maybe a part of him liked being treated like a punching bag. Taylor gave his cock a few strokes out of pity. Not enough to make a mess, but enough to leave him harder than he had been.

A few more attendants visited Tom, cursing him for the bad behavior of other passengers. He endured more penis slaps and nipple tweaks. They hurt, and it was embarrassing, but they kept his cock at attention. It was almost as if his penis enjoyed the rough treatment.

Taylor returned to the cargo hold during the final approach. After the plane landed, and they were safely taxiing, Taylor extracted herself from the jump seat and approached Tom. Her demeanor had returned to that cheerful and friendly attendant he had first met upstairs.

“Thank you for your service today, Tom. I’m going to release the straps and let you pull yourself together. I’ll be back in a few minutes to escort you out.”

She untied the far end of the wrist straps, leaving the rest for him. Tom was finally able to move his arms, flexing them to regain his coordination.

“There is a restroom down the hall on the left.” She said sweetly. “The sign says CREW ONLY.” She looked squarely at Tom. “Do you know what that means?” She asked in firm tone.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Tom said obediently, trying not to dwell on his full bladder. “It’s not for passengers, Ma’am.”

“That is correct.” She said. She lifted the digital tablet and shook it in his direction to remind him she still called the shots. She disappeared down the hall.

Tom untied himself, pulled his pants up, and gathered his things from the storage bin. He stretched his sore limbs and shook out his legs. He was waiting by the elevator when she returned. Once upstairs she led him towards the exit. The other flight attendants who were saying goodbye to passengers parted and allowed Tom to leave.

“Thank you for traveling with us. “They said to him. “Hope to see you again soon.” Their generic smile and wave looked innocent to everyone else, but Tom knew in their minds they were picturing him tied and naked. His swollen cock twitched.

“Thank you.” Tom replied, and exited the plane, walking quickly to find a restroom in the terminal.

Taylor texted her friend who worked back at the ticketing counter, thanking her for another excellent selection. She was masterful at spotting a werey businessman, traveling alone, and exhibiting signs of a latent submissive nature.

“Tom enjoyed his flight.” Tylor typed. “You should flag his account in case he books again. I think he might enjoy becoming one of our regulars.”