Cucked, Caged and Conquered: Part Ten (Patreon)

Sorry to keep you waiting guys! Had a really busy couple of weeks that prevented me from getting any writing done. Also I needed to really give this part some thought because it wasn't completely clear in my head how it was going to go, which meant I had to sit down and give it some dedicated time, rather than getting in a few minutes here and there like I might do for a section that I already have planned out. But I've finally had a bit of time today, helped by the long weekend for King's Birthday (thanks Charles, at least you're good for something!).

Anyway, hope you like it!

It was kind of terrifying turning up to the gym with my dick locked in a cage. In the locker room I dawdled, waiting for an opportune moment when there was barely anyone around and those that were there were all facing the opposite direction, before quickly dropping my trousers and pulling on my gym shorts, desperate to make sure no one noticed the outline of the cage in my underwear.

Once I’d been working out for a bit though, I found I kind of liked it. Working out with a cage on wasn’t as uncomfortable as I’d thought it would be, but it was just noticeable enough so that it was impossible for me to ignore the fact it was on. My balls felt like they bounced around differently when I ran on the treadmill, and when I’d bend or crouch or stretch I’d have to move a little differently to accommodate it. It meant that I was totally focused on my caged cock for the entire workout, which was exhilarating and tortuous all at once. It gave me a thrill too, knowing that I had this secret that none of the people around me realised.

So by the time I finished my workout — a longer and more vigorous one than usual — I was feeling pretty damn good about being caged at the gym. As I started to undress in the locker room I was even tempted to take my time changing, have my locked dick out and exposed for the world to see, for just a couple of seconds.

I was almost about to take my shorts and underwear off when someone stepped up to the locker three down from me, only about a metre away, and I completely abandoned any plans to try and sneakily expose my locked cock. I looked up; surprised to see a face I recognised. Cohen Oakley, his name was. He was barely an acquaintance to me — we’d met maybe three or four times out in bars or friends-of-friends’ parties — but I knew more about him than he probably realised. He’d worked with Travis a few years back, and Travis had revealed to me that they’d hooked up a few times back when they worked together. I’d taken an instant dislike to the guy, mainly because he’d still been kind of flirty with Travis every time we’d run into him, and I’d always felt like he came across a little condescending whenever he’d been talking to me. To be honest it was probably just jealousy on my part, not helped my the fact that he was far more handsome than me with the body sculpted by far more working out than I could ever manage to make myself undertake. But either way, the guy had made an oversized impact and I remembered him much more vividly than he probably remembered me.

What were the fucking chances that this guy would come park up next to me in the locker room the first time I had to get undressed with my dick locked in a cage?

Cohen glanced up at me. “Hey, bro.” He looked away for a second, then glanced back — I’m not sure if it was because he remembered me, or just because he felt my eyes lingering on him awkwardly. He studied me for a second, before he said, “Travis’s boyfriend, right?”

I nodded. “Husband, these days.”

“Cool. Sorry man, I’ve blanked on your name.”

“Grant.”

“Of course, I remember now,” he said in an unconvincing tone that told me there was no way he actually remembered. He took his sweatpants off, and I couldn’t help myself from taking a quick look at the sizeable bulge in his trunks.

“Didn’t know you worked out here,” I said, pressed for something to say to keep the conversation going. I felt very awkward and exposed: unable to continue undressing in front of him without revealing I was caged, but extremely conscious that it was weird to just stand there talking to Cohen without continuing to undress.

“Switched about a month ago,” he said. He pulled his underwear off, and a sizeable, thick cock flopped out as he did. I felt myself blush as I mentally pictured mine against his and realised how badly I stacked up. It was moments like these that made me wonder why Travis had ever settled for me, and how it had taken him such a long time to decide he wanted something better. “Moved offices, so this one’s way closer.” He picked up his towel and wrapped it around his waist. “Nice to see you bro, say hi to Travis for me.” Then he walked off towards the showers.

I felt a little shaken seeing him, and I could feel my heart beating a little faster than it had been a minute ago. I stood there a little longer, gathering myself. Then, once I felt like I was ready, I faced towards the locker, took a deep breath, and pulled off my shorts and briefs in one go, suddenly exposing my little locked cock to the world.

It was exciting, and I let myself linger like that for a second or two longer than necessary before I wrapped a towel around me and headed for the shower.

As soon as I had the cubicle door locked behind me I whipped the towel off, enjoying the secret thrill of being naked and caged in the proximity of so many people. I knew the cubicle next to me was in use, and I wondered if that was the one Cohen was in. As I soaped myself up in the shower I let myself fantasise about Cohen and Travis, wondering what their sex had been like all those years back. My little nub pulsed in its cage as I thought about it. If it hadn’t been caged maybe I would have jerked off in the shower, but I didn’t have a choice.

When I returned to the lockers there was no sign of Cohen. I’d been in there a while, so I figured he must have been and gone. I stood there, towel wrapped around my waist, excited about the prospect of having to reveal my cage again to get dressed.

I glanced around to make sure no one was watching. Then I cautiously pulled the towel off, now totally naked except for the metal encasing my dick. I grabbed a clean pair of underwear from my bag and started to put them on.

“Whoa, what’s that thing all about?” came the voice behind me. I almost tripped over my own underwear in fright, stumbling before I managed to steady myself against the lockers. I looked up to see Cohen standing there, looking down at my cage with an expression that seemed both puzzled and amused.

“I… It’s… What?” I stammered back at him.

He gestured at the cage. “That contraption on your cock.”

“It’s… It’s a cage,” I told him. “A chastity cage.” I glanced nervously around the room to see if anyone else was watching; two other guys were from across the room, one stifling a laugh.

“Holy shit,” Cohen said. “I’ve never seen anything like it. So your dick is locked inside that thing?”

I nodded, feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“How do you even fit it in there?” he asked. “That thing’s tiny!”

“It fits okay,” I admitted.

“Oh,” Cohen said, smirking. I heard a snort from across the room as one of the other guys let out a laugh.

I pulled on a pair of underwear, desperate to pull the attention away from my cage.

“Mind if I ask why?” Cohen said, as he pulled his own towel off and gave his hefty cock and balls a thorough dry before pulling on a pair of underwear himself.

“Umm I…” I wasn’t sure how to even begin explaining my situation.

“Is it like a kink? You like the discomfort of having it jammed in there?”

“I guess.”

“Do you take it off to fuck?”

I averted my eyes, and he understood what I was admitting without me even needing to say anything. “Oh, so Travis doesn’t let you fuck him?”

I gave a tiny shake of the head.

“I mean, I guess it makes sense he’s not into it,” he said, “if you’re working with something that can fit inside that cage.” He pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The guys across the room were openly laughing now.

“He’s a total bottom though,” Cohen said. “Unless he’s changed since he and I last… knew each other. So who’s fucking him then?”

“Well, uh… I guess that’s up to him.”

Cohen looked puzzled. “So you keep your little dick locked in a chastity cage while your boyfriend lets other guys fuck him?”

“Husband,” I corrected him quietly. “But yeah.”

“Fuck,” he said incredulously.

For a few seconds we just stood there in silence, me hoping the ground would swallow me up. Then Cohen reached into his bag and pulled out his phone. “What’s his number?”

“What?” I asked, even though I didn’t really need any clarification.

“Travis’s number,” he said. “Sounds like I should hit him up for some fun.”

God, this was so humiliating. I was pathetic for letting this happen. And even more pathetic for being so turned on at the thought of Travis and Cohen making plans to meet up.

“Here,” I said, extending my hand. Cohen handed over his phone, and I entered Travis’ number and handed it back. He put the phone in his pocket, slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to leave. All without even a thank you for helping put him in touch with my husband. But as he walked out he said, “Guess I’ll be seeing you soon.”