Ben McGraw tried not to wince as the bus he was on hit another large bump in the road. He tried to breathe, look out the window, and count his blessings that as of today he was a free man again. Well, almost a free man. He had been in prison the last two years, a new kind of prison for white collar crimes that had allowed him to work remotely, but he had to live in the prison and agree to a different kind of confinement, a cock cage, while there. It was deemed a fair trade off of freedoms, and seemed before he went to be a safer and painless alternative to the federal prison that was his other option.
His wife Carol had teased it was a sure thing there would be no "dropped soap" moments if everyone was in chastity. That too had seemed like a weight off of Ben's mind. The reality of the prison had been very different though. For two years Ben had worked and lived in a tiny studio apartment that functioned as his cell, and his only human interactions were yard times when he and the other men from his block were brought together to be mercilessly teased and taunted by the female guards.
Two years he had been in the cages, which had progressively gotten smaller as his sentence was passed. The few times he was unlocked his poor penis had been so shriveled, and sensitive but he had never at any point been allowed to cum. Some men on his block had been able to cum in their cages, and Ben had been bitterly jealous of their releases while his cock had throbbed and dripped endlessly in his cage while the guards pleasured themselves and each other in front of the inmates, sometimes cumming while they laughed at the pained expressions on their prisoner's faces.
That was all behind him now though, Ben thought as the bus continued its bumpy ride to his hometown. He was still locked in chastity for the drive home, the key to his cage had been mailed to his wife a week ago and was waiting for him now at home. Soon he would be able to unlock himself forever from these cruel steel bars and he could make sweet love to his gorgeous wife. The metal of the cage pushed cruelly down on his cock as he thickened and began to throb against the metal, dreaming of his freedom and homecoming with Carol.
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The bus dropped Ben off and he rushed to his front door and his patient and beautiful wife. Carol was a blonde bombshell blessed with luscious long blonde hair, a killer rack, and curvy hips Ben couldn't wait to dig his fingers into. He wrapped his arms around her and growled as he hugged her tight.
"Oh baby, you have no idea how much I've missed you." Ben said as he released his hug and gazed into her eyes. She smiled wickedly up at him.
"Not nearly as much as I've missed you, you know silicon could never match the real thing and I need the real thing." She ran her hand sensuously down his chest and wrapped her hand around his caged package. She reached her face up, going up on her tip toes, and kissed him deeply, moaning as Ben opened his mouth for her and they tasted one another for the first time in years.
"Get inside so I can free my big strong husband at last." Carol moved behind Ben and practically shoved him in the door while they laughed together at her eagerness. Once inside they found each other's bodies again, Carol lifted her leg and wrapped it around Ben's body as he pulled her shirt up and pawed at her tits. He felt like a teenager again, his cock throbbed in its cage, and his balls felt tight in way they hadn't in years. They made out like teenagers, eventually losing their balance from the enthusiastic way they groped and grinded on each others bodies. They laughed and fell apart as they toppled to the floor, Ben catching Carol in his arms, shielding her from the worst of the impact, little as it was on their carpeted living room floor.
"My knight in shining armor." Carol said and smiled, grabbing for his caged cock once again, "the keys to my kingdom are in the bedroom, Lancealot."
Ben smiled widely and scooped Carol into his arms as he stood, she yelled in surprise and then excitement as he carried her through the house as quickly as he could to their bedroom.
He tossed her on the bed and hopped on top of her, kissing down her neck to her collar bone, he worked his hands under her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She was wearing a pale blue lacy bra, one of his favorites. The color made her look like a double D princess that was all his for the taking. The throbbing in his cage felt more forceful, and his breath quickened looking at his wife's prefect tits for the first time in years.
Carol leaned back on the bed and reached for a silver key on the nightstand.
"Strip for me baby, and let's get this homecoming on the road." She grinned and shook the key and Ben was up and stripping off everything. As he reached his underwear he hesitated though. Carol had never seen the cage, and it made his cock look so small, barely an inch of room protruded out from his groin.
His cock was a proud seven inches when he'd gone into prison, and surely he thought, just being locked away couldn't rob him of that. Carol knew well what his cock had been but he felt embarrassed to show her the lowly state his dick had been reduced to the last few years.
"You promise you won't laugh?" Ben looked at his wife with his head down slightly, his vulnerability changing the air of the room from excitement to one of nervousness. Carol who had shimmied out of her skirt while he disrobed got on her knees on the bed and pulled her husband close to her.
"Never baby, I won't laugh at what you can't help. You know I supported you going to that prison, and I can't wait to see to your enthusiastic rehabilitation myself." She pulled him into a hug that she ended with a cheeky grab of his ass. Reassuring him and raising his spirits all at once, she really was the perfect wife.
"Now, I said strip!" Carol leaned back again on the bed lazily and put the key between her lace covered breasts, she smiled up at Ben and there was twinkle in her eye that said she enjoyed bossing him around a bit. The command went right to Ben's cock which was already painfully full in his cage. He pulled his underpants down and gestured with a half hearted ta-da at his cage.
The metal was almost all encompassing, with small slots on the side showing how erect Ben's cock was trying to become. A lock jiggled at the top securing the cage to the ring around his red, engorged, balls. They were backed up from not cumming for two years, and all the excitement from his first afternoon home had them pulsing with need.
"Oh sweetie, allow me to welcome you to your new life as a free man." Carol leaned forward and unlocked the cage. It was the single most erotic moment of Ben's life. He was breathing heavily as she worked the tiny cage off his shaft and around his balls. The feeling of his free erection was overwhelming, and as his cock engorged fully with blood he knew it was too late.
"Oh god, oh no, oh noooo!" was all Ben managed before he was thrusting forward, his cock not even fully hard and cumming rope after rope on his wife's chest and face. Carol yelped in surprise then tried to touch his cock. She reached out to give him some stimulation and her gentle hand lightly rubbing the underside of his cock caused him to tense up and go into another orgasm. He rutted against her hand and whimpered out apologies for a full minute before he was done.
"Oh my goodness baby, you really were backed up." She looked up at him and smiled but Ben thought he saw some pity in her eyes. He looked down at his now shriveling dick. It looked so much smaller than it had before. As he came down from his orgasm he softened to the size of the cage, barely more than an inch.
"It must need some time to, I don't know, reinflate?" Carol asked him. She reached down and grabbed the white shirt he had worn home from the prison and wiped the cum from her chest and cheek.
