Ben had been in chastity for several years and always under Amy's control. Her fantasies and sexual urges had long since dictated his life. She was currently going through a phase of chaining his chastity cage to things. Often immoveable objects that left him continually aroused yet totally stuck and dependent on her.
"Amy, Sweetie?" Ben called again.
Completely naked, Ben leaned back in his chair with a smile. His muscular legs dwarfed his tiny chastity cage that limped sadly between his thighs. So much potential, so helplessly trapped. And as if Amy's locks and keys hadn't done enough to cripple his masculinity, the cage was attached to his desk by a padlocked chain.
Amy slinked in at the fifth time of asking. Grey plunging top, blue jeans and barefoot. Big brown eyes hiding behind wavy, bouncing dark hair. She grinned mischievously, she loved how he always seemed so delighted to see her and so grateful to her for returning his freedom.
She jumped up and sat on the edge of the heavy wooden desk, her legs spread, and her feet propped up on his lap. Wavy hair was hanging over her face and her full lips were parted, creating a sexually provocative pose. Ben was instantly drawn in, his fingers tracing a line across the tightly knit denim seam that ran between her legs.
"Please can you unchain my penis, darling?" Ben sighed, aware how crazy his words sounded.
Amy giggled as she stroked the little silver stub between Ben's legs, "You know if there was a fire you could easily pull hard enough to escape..."
"And lose my cock just because some girl had wondered off with the key?"
Amy fluttered her eyelids, "Well, I could be doing something important... like lingerie shopping."
Fuck, now Ben was daydreaming about Amy's lingerie, aware of the pressure that now pulled against his balls. He wrapped his hands around Amy's hips and buried his head into her lap.
Amy watched his muscular arms flex and his tiny cock swell through the closely spaced bars, "Mmm... I agree, it is a sexy idea," she whispered.
"It's been almost a week," Ben sighed, his crushed cock stuck permanently on the verge of orgasm, ready to climax if only it could expand.
Amy flicked back her hair, arched her back and pushed her fingers deep inside the front pocket of her jeans. The warm denim clung to her body, hiding the even hotter satin underwear beneath. She pushed her fingers deeper and produced a key, still warm from her body. She unlocked Ben's chain from the desk and immediately relocked it to one of the belt loops on the front of her jeans, where the padlock hung against her thick brown leather belt.
"Shall we dance," she teased as she started to twist.
*
In contrast, Louisa's boyfriend, John, had only just been locked down. She had used entrapment quite literally. She had dressed in red lingerie, lace pushing up her breasts and the briefest of panties, before giving him the ultimatum.
The deal was simple. If he wanted to stay with her and make love, he would have to agree to wear a chastity cage. With his mind focused more on Louisa's curves than the harsh reality of chastity, he had agreed and within hours one of Louisa's girlfriends had pierced his penis. He was now entering his first day inside her unforgiving steel cage.
*
Louisa and John were holding hands as they arrived at Ben and Amy's apartment. John was wearing jeans and a white shirt, his hands hovering by his crotch, unsure whether the cage showed through. In contrast, Louisa was flaunting her body. Her revealing grey micro-skirt and pink top clinging to her body and hiding the chastity inducing red underwear beneath.
"You know about each other's..." Louisa checked, pointing at the men's crotches.
The guys acknowledged the fact with the briefest of nods as they walked to the kitchen for a beer.
"How do you live with this?" John whispered, pleased to have someone to confide in, "and how the fuck do you get it off?"
Ben sunk half of his beer, "Make Louisa happy?" he suggested.
"Yeah, but you know...other times?"
"If Lou has the key... there are no other times."
"Fuck," John mouthed, his cock swelling as he looked back at the woman in the tiny skirt who now controlled his life.
*
Amy had chosen a short lacy dress which combined with her long-exposed legs, long wavy hair, big brown eyes and long lashes, gave her an almost doll like look. A look of innocence which was at odds with her wild sexual fantasies.
"I'm going to chain your cocks together," she smiled demurely.
"What?" Ben sounded worried.
"One padlock and you'll be besties for life."
Amy unzipped his fly and eased out the chain that was still attached to his cage. She pulled the men closer together and then unzipped John's jeans to reveal a similarly secure and locked device. With the men's penis's now less than two feet apart, Amy used a padlock to attach the other end of the chain to John's cage.
"Oh my god!" Louisa cried.
Amy kissed Ben on the lips, "This will be fun." Ben's longing lips kissed her back as his hand tried to reach the key that she held behind her back, "No, no, no..."
Ben tried to follow her as she stepped away, but the guys weren't in sync and pulled on each other's cocks as the white dress floated again, "Sorry," they muttered as they tried to step away from each other.
Louisa was now laughing hysterically, "Look at them!" the blonde babbled, "They're so funny."
Both men were trying to disconnect themselves from the chain with little success.
"What part of chained together don't you get?" Louisa's exclaimed.
Ben was still in shock, "Key?" he stammered, but Amy's toned shoulder muscles whisked the key away and placed it into Louisa's waiting palm.
