This story is about T&D with a cage. Frankly, I am not a huge fan of denial or caging, but I do enjoy teasing and edging. This story came to me on a recent flight where a very good-looking young couple was sitting in the row in front of me. The husband/boyfriend was in the center seat and his wife/girlfriend was on the aisle. She was quite petite and he was a strapping guy with a good physique. I thought this unusual as generally the man takes the aisle. He was very attentive to her, in a way that drew my attention. Then I saw that she had a bracelet with a small key on it! The entire flight I wondered if the young man was caged.
This story is entirely fictitious.
Night Flight ========================================================================
Jack fidgeted in his seat, to his left was his beautiful and petite wife Lisa and to his right was an older, but strikingly sophisticated, woman named Marie. They had all introduced themselves as they took their seats in one of the exit rows on an evening flight from O'Hare to LaGuardia. After the plane was airborne and the seatbelt light switched off, Jack said to Lisa "Is it OK if I go to the lav, hon?"
"Sure, here, I'll let you out." Lisa stood in the aisle to let her six-foot husband out of the row. The plane had a lot of empty seats, in fact, the row in front of them was completely empty and only one overweight businessman was in the row behind them and he had promptly fallen asleep just after take-off. By the time Jack had gotten back to his seat, the captain had dimmed the cabin lights.
"You two are quite the handsome couple, I must say," said Marie, who had turned in her seat to face Lisa, "and Jack, he is so attentive to you."
"Yes," Lisa replied smiling, "he is indeed."
"You know," Marie continued, "I could not help but notice your bracelet."
Suddenly Jack did not like where this conversation was going and the fact that the two women were discussing him as if he wasn't there.
"Jack gave it to me, on our wedding night." Lisa lifted her arm and shook her hand, causing the small key attached to the bracelet to swing.
"I have to ask you dear," Marie said sweetly, "Is Jack caged?"
Jack coughed suddenly as Lisa replied, "Yes, yes he is...and believe me, he will do anything to get out of it. He's been locked up, hmmm, how long has it been honey?"
"Two weeks" Jack whispered, looking down at the floor, humiliated at how the they were discussing him, his caged member tingling for some reason.
"My, my," Marie exclaimed, "and such a young stud. I kept my late husband Frank caged and when he was younger would let him out weekly. Of course, as we grew older the time he spent in chastity grew longer. In fact, after the accident he was buried wearing a cage."
"Oh my goodness," Lisa said, "I am so sorry for your loss. I don't know what I would do if I lost Jack." Lisa had taken Jack's hand and he smiled weakly towards her.
"I did notice that he has quite a package, would you mind if I touched it? I'll bet I can tell you which brand it is without even looking at it."
"That sounds like fun, let's put the tray tables down." After they dropped the trays Lisa told Jack to pull his pants down so that Marie could have access to his crotch.
"Please don't make me do that, Lisa," Jack pleaded, looking furtively around the darkened cabin.
"I thought you wanted out when we got home?", she asked coyly, "I think I might have to add another week."
Marie nodded approvingly as Jack quickly undid his belt and slid his trousers off his waist. Marie reached under Jack's tray and felt his cage under the soft pouch of his briefs, which were slightly damp from his trip to the lav. Then she slipped her hand up under one leg opening, feeling the cock tube. When her hand touched his balls he jumped.
"This is easy," she said as she felt around the cage and stroked the sides of Jack's exposed nuts, causing him to squirm and pant.
"A Sado Master Series Silicone with the ball separator," she declared confidently as she continued to rub Jack's scrotum and pinch the soft dick tube.
"You are good!" Lisa exclaimed, "That's exactly the one he has on!"
"Let's see, he also has one of those one-time use plastic locks. It's in place, so he didn't pull it off when he visited the restroom," Marie assured her.
"He better not have," Lisa giggled, shooting Jack a stern look, "I just use those when we fly."
"The key on your bracelet," Marie continued, "looks to be for a Steelworx."
"Yes, right again! That's the one he wears daily, it's in our checked bag."
