Last night was the first time he had ever put it on. He had struggled to get the ring around his balls, and then the cage fitted to it and locked on, but he had managed. It had been after he had had sex with his girlfriend Corrine, so he had been nice and soft. He had reservations about wearing it overnight, but she had crooned at him that it turned her on and he went along with it. He usually did what she asked of him, even though they didn’t have a formal Dominant/submissive relationship.
Tentatively he touched the skin protruding from the bars. It felt as velvety as usual, and he groaned. The stimulation, even from himself, caused his cock to spasm against the metal. He rolled over to find Corrine but found that he was alone. “Fuck,” he whispered. He had been hoping that it would be enough for him to wear it overnight and she would take it off in the morning. But she hadn’t. And now he knew it would be too late.
Looking at the clock, he saw that it was nine. Corinne had to be at work by nine. He worked second shift, so he had nowhere to be, but since he went to work at two and she worked until five, he was afraid he was stuck in the cage for the whole day.
Picking up the phone, he dialed her mobile phone without thought. “Hello?” she said, after a few rings.
“Hey, Corrine,” Colby said.
“How are you?” The amusement in her voice was apparent.
She giggled. “Perfect.”
“Not perfect. Where’s the key?”
“In my pocket.” His cock spasmed against his will. Why was it that knowing the only key to release him from hell was in his girlfriend’s pocket at work?
“What am I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know,” she said. Colby could tell from her tone that she was shrugging her shoulders on the other end of the connection.
“Fuck,” he murmured.
“Watch your language, love,” she purred.
“Please, Corrine? Can I meet you on your lunch break?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “Let me think about it.”
“Please, Corrine. I’m so hard. I can’t stand it.”
“You can take care of yourself,” she replied with a smile.
“Be creative,” she admonished.
His mind was whirling. Could he get himself off with the cage enclosing his cock? Would it hurt too much? Would it be worth the relief though? Or, could he convince her to meet him on her lunch break? “Maybe,” he said, still thinking.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she said.
“If you can get yourself off and send me picture proof, I’ll let you meet me for lunch, and maybe I’ll let you have the key.”
“And if not?”
“Then you’re stuck until tomorrow.”
“But what about after work?”
“Nope. If you can’t take care of yourself, you get another night in the cage. Deal?”
He paused. It was a gamble. He had no idea if he could be successful, but he was willing to give it a try. “Deal.”