Cucked, Caged and Conquered: Part Seven (Patreon)

Hey guys, here's the latest from my story - in this part Grant's trying on his cock cage for the first time. Hope you enjoy it. I'm really making you wait for the action here, but don't worry - next time you'll get to read all about his experience being locked while his husband gets fucked.

It took eight days to arrive. I know because I was counting, and every day was agony.

Not just for me, I’m pretty sure: Travis had still only been with that one other guy, and he’d promised that he’d wait till the cage arrived before he’d do it again. “I want you to enjoy it too,” he’d told me. “I don’t want you blowing your load and freaking out in the living room.”

I bet he regretted making that promise. I appreciated it though.

It worried me a little, knowing how much he was counting on this chastity device to make a difference in how I felt about him being with other men. Sometimes I found myself wondering what would happen if I still felt just as conflicted and upset after trying the cage. I didn’t want him to have to stop on account of my losing my mind. But I didn’t want to have to face the possibility that he might just decide to go ahead and do it anyway, regardless of my feelings.

I say I didn’t want to face the possibility. But to be honest, sometimes I thought about it on purpose. It made me sick with worry, but it was a sick fantasy that turned me on.

On that eighth day I excitedly checked the letterbox only to be disappointed. But when, I emerged from the hallway into the living room, I stopped in my tracks. A small box sat on the dining table. Usually our table was covered in mess, all the shit we’d put down when we got home and never bother to tidy. But this evening it was clean, the small brown postage box sitting there alone in a way that made it look much more dramatic.

I looked over at Travis. He grinned at me like he was about to start some trouble. “Hey.”

“Hey babe,” I replied. “Is this..?” I gestured at the table as I walked over to it. He didn’t answer; I guess he preferred to let me find out for myself.

The package had Travis’ name on it, which made sense since he’d been the one to pay and put in the order. I picked it up, showed it to him. “Should I open it?”

He nodded, still with that grin.

I ripped the tape off the box and opened it. Inside was another, slightly smaller box, held in place with some scrunched paper as packing material. I opened that one, to find a small velvet bag inside. So many layers, it was like it was teasing me, making me wait just a little bit longer.

Finally I got to the cage. I tipped the contents of the bag carefully onto the counter and surveyed the pieces.

The thought of putting it on filled me with a sense of trepidation, coupled with excitement.

“Want me to help put it on?” Travis asked.

Fuck, the idea of it made me start to get hard instantly. “Yeah,” I squeaked. “Give me a second though.”

He laughed. “Already getting excited then?”

“Yeah.” I felt a little embarrassed admitting it. But, to be fair, this whole situation was embarrassing territory by now.

“You tell me when you’re ready,” he said. In the meantime he came over the the table and started inspecting the components.

It took a couple of minutes of deep breaths and scrolling through the news on my phone to distract myself before I was soft enough. “Okay,” I said. “Now.”

“Drop your pants,” Travis ordered. I quickly complied, trousers and underwear both dropped to my knees.

Travis came around the table to stand in front of me. He didn’t make eye contact, didn’t try to build the excitement — he obviously knew it would just send me back to square one and have to calm myself down all over again. Instead he just grabbed the ring of the cage, and took my balls in his hands. His hands were cold, and it helped keep me soft despite the sensation of being touched.

He slipped one testicle through the ring, and pulled it so it was all the way through with no chance of slipping back. Then he popped the other testicle through, and just like that I had a ring wrapped around my ball sack. He pulled my balls to make sure all the skin had passed through.

Then he took my dick between his fingers and squeezed it gently through the small gap between the skin and the ring. I didn’t think it would fit — the gap was almost non-existent — but he squished my dick through, and gently slid the ring over it till it was firm against my pelvis.

“Step one, done,” he said with a wink. Then he grabbed the cage itself.

My dick was starting to tingle with excitement, and I could feel the blood start to flow. It hadn’t expanded yet though, so we were all good.

Travis carefully slipped the cage onto my shaft, making sure the head was all the way down in the end of the cage before lining up the hole in the cage with the hole in the ring. Then he slipped the bar of the padlock through the holes and snapped it shut.

It was all so easy, so quick. And just like that, my dick was caged.

“How does it feel?” Travis asked.

I didn’t answer straight away. I let myself observe how it felt, swayed my hips a little to see what happened when I moved. It was an interesting feeling: my cock and balls felt heavier with the weight of the cage exerting its gravity. The ring felt firm on my skin, like a hand wrapped around my junk but without the warmth or movement of human touch. Everything felt a little more, I dunno, packaged up or something. But overall it kind of just felt… normal.

“It’s fine,” I said. “It kind of doesn’t feel that different.”

Travis seemed surprised about that. “What about,” he said with a playful grin, “when I do this?” He softly cupped my balls with his hands. The sensation ran through them, charging my dick, making it pulse a little. And as it did it expanded a little to meet the hard confines of the cage. I took in a little gasp of a breath. “It feels… good,” I told him.

Travis leaned in and kissed me, not taking his hands off my balls but instead adding a little bit of pressure so now he was firmly rubbing them. It felt so fucking good to feel his touch, his lips against mine. My dick swelled some more, this time attempting to grow bigger than the cage would allow. I felt a little ache of pain as my dick struggled against its confines.

“Oh, wow,” I said. “I see now. It feels… I dunno. It hurts. But it feels good.”

“That’s good,” Travis said. “You think you’ll like wearing it?”

“I can see myself enjoying it,” I admitted.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, taking his hand off my balls.

I took my balls in my hand. Felt the ring around them. Touched the cage, and was confronted with the odd sensation — or lack thereof — of touching my cock and feeling only metal, with my cock registering no change at all besides the wall of metal all around it.

“It’s so weird,” I marvelled.

“Do you like not being able to touch this little guy?” Travis asked.

My cock strained a bit more in the cage at the sound of him describing my dick that way. “I think so.”

“You think you’ll like it when you’re in the hallway listening to me get fucked?”

My dick throbbed more, the pain a little more real this time.

“So fucking horny, but not able to relieve yourself,” he continued. “Unable to derive any pleasure at all, while I’m having the cum fucked out of me.”

“Oh,” I whimpered a little. Everything felt tighter now: my dick straining against its confines, the ring around the base of my shaft and scrotum suddenly feeling so much tighter.

“Oh, you like that idea?” Travis’ grin was growing bigger. He seemed to be getting off on this just as much as I was.

I nodded.

“You want your little nub locked away while I get bred by a real cock?”

“Yep,” I admitted, the discomfort in my cock not doing a thing to stop it throbbing even more.

“Good,” he said. Then he gave my balls a gentle slap — well, a slap that would have been gentle if my balls weren’t already engorged and straining against the ring that held them in place. But it was like being kicked, hard. I let out a yelp as a wave of pain and nausea ran through my stomach, and doubled over a bit.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“Too hard?” he asked, looking a little concerned.

I nodded. “Yeah, a bit.”

“Good to know,” he said. He didn’t apologise though.

When I’d recovered he said to me, “I want you to keep it on for the rest of the evening, okay? I want to know you can handle it for a good couple of hours without it getting too uncomfortable.”

I did what he asked. I wore the cage as I cooked dinner, and as I sat on the sofa paying bills, checking emails, and mindlessly scanning social media for a while. Some of the time I didn’t even notice I was wearing the cage, except for when I first got up or sat down. But every now and then it would feel more present: it felt like every square millimetre of skin was being held, not tight, but just enough for me to feel it there. Like a lifeless hand holding it at all times. And when that happened I’d become totally fixated on it, a constant baseline of low-level arousal that I couldn’t respond to in any way. It was infuriating but amazing.

When I was ready for bed I asked Travis, “Can I take it off now?”

“How’s it been?” he asked.

“Pretty good,” I told him. “No problems at all. I think I like the feeling too. Not sure if I can survive a whole night with it on though.”

“Oh thank god,” he gushed. “That means I can finally get laid.”

I felt the pressure of the cage as my dick responded to the news. “Guess so,” I agreed. “Thanks for waiting.”

“No problem,” he said. “Honestly, I think it’ll make it hotter having to wait. Being denied.” He laughed. “Don’t need to tell you though. You know all about the joys of being denied.”

Man, every time he joked about my situation it just made my dick tingle with excitement. I wasn’t sure what had happened to me to make me this way so quickly.

“Anyway, buckle up,” he said. “Because tomorrow night you’re getting locked and I’m getting fucked.”

My dick pulsed.

He gestured to the key on the bedside table. “We can take it off when you go to sleep. First though,” he said, picking up his phone, “why don’t you get over here and suck my cock while I decide who to invite over tomorrow.”