In another story I mentioned telling the story of the fitting of my cock cage. This incident took place very early in our relationship as master and slave.
A bit of background; my master had purchased an off the shelf cock cage at an adult bookstore and it worked, but neither of us were pleased with it. It caged my cock, of course, but it was big and bulky, not fitting well and was way too visible under my clothes. During a party Sir met a guy who did custom work and said that he could make a much better cage, fitted especially for the wearer. He made arrangements for me to be the test subject for the prototype. This is the story of that fitting.
One Sunday afternoon, a few weeks after the party mentioned above, I got a call from my best friend, Phil.
"Hey Rich, I got the information from Gene for the cage. Can you come over for a fitting?" I shivered with excitement and my cock began to harden at the thought of Phil's hands on my cock measuring me for my new cage!
"Sure can, I'll be right over!" I quickly told my wife I was heading over to Phil's and would be gone a while then I was out the door. I had to restrain myself as I wanted to run the whole way but that would be too suspicious. Heading around the back I knocked on the door.
"Hey, Rich, come on in!" Phil said as we entered his kitchen. "Do you mind if we do it here? The kitchen table is about the right height so I don't have to bend over too much."
"No, not at all," I said already taking off my clothes. When I was naked I walked over to the table and sat on the edge, waiting.
"Um, I don't think you're quite ready for the fitting," Phil said.
"Huh?" I said confused. Phil looked at my crotch where my rigid hardon was standing up, proudly. "Oh, yeah." Grabbing my cock, I set about jerking off. Opening my legs wide I laid back on the table, stroking my cock rapidly. I wanted to get on with the fitting so now was not the time for a slow, enjoyable jerk.
"That's it, Slut, enjoy this one because it's the last one you'll have once you're caged." I closed my eyes and groaned loudly, Sir's words penetrating deep into my soul.
"Yes, Sir, I want this! I want you to own my cock. I want you to own *me*!" With this exclamation I came, fast and hard, sperm shooting out of my cock and landing on my chest.
"Clean that up and let's get started." Gathering up all the come from my belly was a matter of seconds, it tasted good but I really didn't have time to enjoy it.
"Display!" Sir ordered. Immediately my hands went under my knees, pulling them up and out until I was spread wide before him, my now soft cock on display.
Sir took some papers from a drawer and spread them on the table beside me. He studied them for a while then he took a paper tape, like tailors use, and began to measure me. Beginning with my shaft he measured the length, top and bottom, being careful not to stretch it so as to ensure a good tight fit. He measured the circumference in three places, just behind the head, half way down and at the base. Next came the scrotum measurements. He wrapped the tape, loosely at first, around my ball sack at the top then he slowly tightened it, noting those measurements on the paper. When the tape was so tight it was squeezing me he released it slightly, noting that as well. He paused, reviewing the instructions and the measurements he'd just taken. Watching him work so diligently was getting me excited. Just thinking about his hands on my cock, the care he was taking to ensure a good fit, the thought of actually *wearing* this device for him and showing it off, visible proof of my submission; all of this combined produced another erection!
Sir completed his review of the directions and turned back to me, ready to verify all the measurements when he noticed my rampant hardon.
"Get rid of that and be quick about it!" he growled, crossing his arms and glaring at me.
"Yes, Sir!" I said, grabbing my cock and beating it furiously. Under his watchful eye I felt compelled to come quickly, so I concentrated on the feeling, focusing on the underside of the head and soon I was coming once more. A smaller amount of come splashed on my belly and I relaxed, my cock now soft again. I started to clean up when Sir stopped me.
"Leave it, we don't have all day." Businesslike he began to perform each measurement once more, slowly and carefully, verifying each measurement against what he had noted previously, making corrections in a couple of places. Going slowly, it seemed to take even longer this time to complete the task. As before, the feel of his hands on me and my own fantasizing had the expected, though not desired, effect. My cock was hardening for the third time!
"Damn it, Slut, how am I supposed to measure you if you keep getting hard?" I had the grace to blush furiously though that had no effect on my rock-hard shaft.
"Sorry, Sir, but I can't help it. Your hands on me and my fantasizing about what it will be like to actually wear it and be shown off wearing it drive me crazy!" I whimpered piteously.
"Get rid of that and if you get hard once more I'll cut it off and you won't have any need for the cage!" Sir was upset and I couldn't blame him so I bore down, determined to come as quickly as possible. Even so, this being my third orgasm in less than half an hour it seemed to take forever. Ultimately, I felt my balls rising in my sack, giving up their sperm. The puddle on my belly grew larger as my cock grew smaller, finally returning to its flaccid state. Sir completed his measurements without further incident, thank goodness, I licked up the come from my belly and while I dressed he put the measurement sheets in an envelope, addressed and stamped it.
"Could you drop this in the mailbox on your way home?" Phil asked. We had a couple of beers, talking about the fitting session. Phil told me he surprised that I'd gotten hard so many times from being fitted but I told him it was the whole situation, his hands on me, the very idea of the cage, and of course, the humiliation of wearing it, giving control of my cock to someone else. He knew I got off on the humiliation factor so he understood where I was coming from. Heading out an hour later I dropped the envelope in the corner mailbox, thinking the whole time about the next step.
*****
It seemed to take forever, but was only three weeks later, when Phil called saying the first prototype had arrived and asked if I was free for a test fit. I responded that I'd be over right away! Hurrying to Phil's house I knocked on the back door. He opened it right away, excitement evident on his face. He ushered me into the kitchen once more and while I got naked and spread out on the table he went into his den and got a small black box. It was with great anticipation that I watched as he opened the box and drew out a shiny stainless-steel device. It was made of a mesh sleeve attached to what looked like an aluminum clasp with loops on each half for the lock. He handed it to me so I too could examine it. I was small and light, almost delicate, but obviously well made. I put my index finger into the mesh and noted how it looked, I could only imagine how it would look with my cock in it.
Handing it back I couldn't wait to have Phil put it on but that would have to wait as my cock was rock hard and throbbing.
"Let me," Phil said, leaning down to grab my cock, stroking softly. Next, I felt Phil's lips on my cock head, his tongue poking out, licking below the head. He licked my purple head all over, gathering up my precum and caressing the tight purple skin. When he stuck his tongue into my piss slit I moaned with delight, hunching my hips, trying to increase the contact. Phil, however, was an expert at controlling me, he held me firmly, not allowing me to take control. Holding my cock head in his mouth he stroked my shaft harder and faster, squeezing my balls almost painfully with his other hand. I couldn't take much more of this, especially since I knew that my caging was coming, I felt my balls rising and the sperm traveling up my shaft and into Phil's mouth.
"Oh, God, I'm COMING!" I cried out, going stiff as my balls pump and pumped, filling my friend's mouth. Grunting and straining I rode out one of the most intense orgasms I'd had in a while.
"Umm, you sure taste good!" Phil said once I had finished shooting. I saw him licking his lips and swallowing, making sure he had all of my tasty come in his belly. When my breathing had slowed enough, and my cock was soft enough, Phil picked up the cage.
"Ready?" he asked, dangling the cage in front of me.
"More than ready," I said seriously, spreading my legs even wider and thrusting my cock out, presenting it for caging.
Grasping my soft shaft, he took the cage, slipping the mesh opening over the head. Once that was on he slowly pulled it down, encasing my cock in the stainless-steel mesh. It fit tightly but that's how it was supposed to fit. Once it was fully on Phil lifted my ball sack, placing it into the clasp. He closed the clasp with a subdued click. Pulling the small lock from the box he slipped it through the loops and locked it.
I lay there unsure of my feelings. I was trying to process all the feelings that were running through me. This cage was nothing like the old one. That one fit loosely and was very bulky. This one was sleek and tight, I could feel my shaft being held firmly. There was no way I was going to get even a hint of a hardon wearing this. The clasp was tight as well around my scrotum. It seemed to be grabbing me in its iron grip, refusing to let go. However, this feeling was also reassuring in a way. As a slave I should be locked securely, unable to get out, completely at the mercy of my master, which it surely did. It made me feel secure in my submission. Pleased that I had made the decision to do this, to give control of my cock, my body, to my master.
"Well, what do you think?" Phil asked.
"Not bad, it's very different from the old one, that's for sure."
