After another restless night filled with my nightly erections fighting my chastity cage and torturing my balls, I got up and made myself some coffee.
Part of me hated that Patty just left with the keys and I hated sleeping in it, but another part of me loved it. I felt so helpless and frustrated. I cupped my balls and jiggled my cage while my cock grew again, loving the feeling and the idea that Patty currently had full control over my most valuable parts.
I was contemplating if I should text her and ask for the keys, but I decided to wait a while before doing that. Maybe she would text me when she discovered she had forgotten to give me my keys back. Or did she even forget? I was pretty sure she did it on purpose and I grinned at the thought of her knowing I would be really feeling her power and her enjoying it.
That afternoon though, I decided to text her anyway. "Hey Patty, how are things with you and Ben?" I sent her, not wanting to start nagging about my keys right away.
An hour or so later, she texted back: "Hey perv, we're good, we talked and fucked. Have a good weekend!"
I took the last part as a hint for me to stop bugging her, but that would mean I would not have the keys until at least Monday, and that seemed like forever to me. So I texted: "That's good to hear. I forgot to ask my keys back yesterday, can I drop by and pick them up?"
"No, can't," she texted back within minutes. "Moms birthday, I'll be there all day."
Fuck, I thought, this is going to be a really long weekend. I quickly resigned to my fate though, and texted back: "Okay, have fun."
The day went by slowly and I was constantly being reminded I didn't have access to my own cock. It was really frustrating, since it turned me on so much all the time and there was nothing I could do to scratch the itch. Luckily, late that evening, Patty texted me, asking if I wanted to hang out with her and Ben the next day for a lazy Sunday afternoon with some Netflix and chill. I eagerly agreed.
When I got there Ben opened the door for me, wearing white sweatpants and a T-shirt, his friendly face showing a broad smile.
"Conrad, so good to see you again," he said and hugged me briefly. Ben is a hugger.
I always liked Ben. I had seen him just three times before, but we connected from the start. He was young of course, but he had a very self assured charisma about him, like he was totally at ease with himself and anyone he met, without being arrogant. It was a quality that was rare even with most mature men and it made him feel much more mature than he actually was. He was just an inch taller than me, which made him not that tall, but he had broad shoulders and a firm build, making him seem larger than he actually was as well.
"Hey sweetie," Patty said to me as she passed me, walking from their small kitchen to the living room, holding two bowls of chips. She was wearing sweatpants as well. I watched her ass as she walked in front of me towards the living room and I was amazed how curvy her ass and hips looked in something as shapeless as sweatpants.
We chatted a bit and Ben and I patiently suggested movie after movie to watch. Patty vetoed all of them until we found something she found agreeable and we settled to watch the movie, Ben and Patty on the large couch and myself on the smaller one.
Patty seemed to have done a great job on making up with Ben. I could just see them from the corner of my eye and as the movie progressed they soon started moving closer together. About an half hour in, Patty was resting her head on Ben's shoulder while he stroked her hair. Ten minutes later she was rubbing his chest and kissing him briefly.
A little while later, they were just plainly making out during the movie. I tried to ignore them, but I could hear their lips smack regularly and I saw movements of hands stroking legs, arms and faces all the time. They were whispering every now and then, very quietly. Sometimes Patty giggled softly. I couldn't make out what they were saying and I wasn't really trying to. I didn't mind them making out too much, but it did distract me from the movie, so in a way it was starting to be a little annoying.
I just started contemplating if I should ask them if I should go, since it was clear they were both getting pretty frisky, when I heard Ben whisper something.
"Oh, stop it," Patty cooed in response, playfully slapping his chest. "What do I need to do to get you to behave and just watch the movie, lock your cock or something?"
That got my full attention. I was just hoping this wasn't going where I thought it was going.
Ben chuckled. "You can't put a lock on a cock, silly."
"Of course I can," Patty stated, determined.
"No you can't, that's physically impossible," Ben said, laughing.
"I can though, wanna bet?" Patty challenged him.
Ben just looked at her, puzzled, while I just tried to ignore the whole conversation, dreading where this was heading.
"Show him Conrad," Patty said.
"Wait, what?" I said, pretending I didn't hear their conversation so far, hoping to save my ass from what probably was about to come.
"Show him your locked cock," Patty said, dead serious, staring at me.
"No way," I said, Then I realized my response actually confirmed my cock was locked.
Now it was Ben's turn to say: "Wait, what?" He looked at Patty. "Did you put a lock on his cock or something?"
"Well, technically he likes to lock his own cock and I just know about it," Patty said. That wasn't untrue.
