Humiliation, chastity... if this is not your thing, save your time.
Todd held the door leading out of the dorm open for his posse, his crew, his circle of college friends. They had been working hard lately with classes, various athletics practices and games, and their part time jobs. But today, finals were over, and they all had a Saturday free. So, they decided they were going to make a day of it as a group. They went to the mall and just hung out... but the big event was a major league baseball game at a huge stadium. Stu's dad had landed them all tickets. They were all excited, partly because of the game, but also because they knew someday, they would graduate and likely never see each other again.
As were the other guys in their circle, Todd was a jock. His sport was football. Stu was on the soccer team; Jeremiah was a basketball player. All of the crew were ball players, even the girls were softball or basketball players. So, everyone was very fit and of course... popular. No losers here.
The two girls who were present for the day could not be more different. Jennifer was the stereotypical blonde bombshell, acting ditzy although she was pretty smart. She had a body that turned heads and wore tight clothing to accentuate it. Audra was a tomboy. There was no indication she played for the "other" team, but she had a sardonic attitude and wore baggy clothes so that nobody really knew what her body looked like normally. Todd had seen her in her softball uniform, the most complimentary clothing she had ever worn around the crew, so he knew she had an ass to die for and a nice rack. She was a black girl with mocha tinted flesh and a bright, broad smile which was rarely in evidence.
Todd was the unofficial leader of their group. Not because he sought the position, or even understood that he had it. But everyone respected him. He was intelligent, witty while always polite, and his chiseled features and muscular body drew looks from women like Jennifer's body did from men. He was the whole package.
Ironically, none of the group was dating each other. This was college life. While some had hooked up occasionally, most were not interested in a relationship which would tie them down.
They had great seats for the ball game. Front row overlooking the outfield. The stands were at the top of a wall emblazoned with advertisements which Todd figured was thirty feet above the playing field.
They were in the third inning when the batter really got hold of the pitch. The ball was coming right for them. Todd reacted quickly, as always. Not only did he want that ball, but it was headed straight for Jennifer's head, and she was too busy making eyes at another fan to notice.
Todd leapt to catch the ball, caught it, but then realized he had overestimated his abilities. He lost his balance and found himself going over the railing and the wall.
Oh, hell this was gonna hurt. He hoped he would not land on his head. His life flashed before his eyes. He was facing away from the wall, so he saw some players eyes widen. He could see the entire stadium full of people but was not really focused on the image.
And then suddenly he stopped in mid-air. He felt something scrape at his back, then catch on the back of his jeans. He figured out pretty quickly what had "saved" him. There were large hooks mounted into the wall to which the huge advertisement banners were fastened. One of them had caught him on the way down.
He hung there suspended, thankful for the moment that he would not die today.
Then things took another turn. Better than death, but definitely a turn for the worse. His weight was not enough to keep his pants "up" and he suddenly dropped another couple of feet until his jeans caught at his ankles and his shoes.
So now not only was he suspended upside down, helpless in front of tens of thousands of fans and who knew how many millions on live television, he was doing so naked from the waist down.
Well. Almost naked.
He did not have to worry about his junk being exposed to millions of viewers. But he actually would have preferred his decent sized penis to be flapping in the wind.
He could see himself on the Jumbotron screen, and could see people gasping, laughing and pointing.
Todd's high quality, high-tech stainless-steel chastity cage was on display for all the world to see.
Literally.
His "junk" would not have been so small as to have been embarrassing if exposed, but restrained in its cage, it was truly humiliating.
He almost wished he had been dropped on his head instead of his current fate. His swollen testicles were visible, but not his penis. It was restricted... confined. A small brass padlock kept the chastity device in place.
Some of the players rushed to his aid, intending to push him upwards so he could climb onto the railing above. He was too high for them to reach him.
