**Note**
This is chapter 3 in a series, and reading the first two chapters first is strongly recommended. There is much more to come, so stay tuned. This series is intended to be half romance, half erotica, so it may move a bit slower than some other stories. Sorry about the long delay before chapter 3, the next chapter will be out much sooner.
The end of this chapter (titled "Caging Day") is the first part of the scene that introduces chapter 1.
As a reminder, Lily is my girlfriend, and Zoe is her best friend and roommate. Lily has never been with a man and wants to save herself for marriage. I want to be the perfect boyfriend for Lily, but she turns me on so much that I don't trust myself to be alone with her. Zoe has taken control of our relationship to keep me under control.
Last chapter Zoe tied me to Lily's bed so that we could spend the night together. Being so close to Lily but unable to touch her drove me almost mad from arousal, but there was nothing I could do about it. That night Lily told me that Zoe had suggested male chastity as a way to keep our relationship going, and asked me if I would be willing to lock myself in a chastity cage.
This chapter starts slow, with me buying a chastity cage and learning what my life with Lily will be like once I surrender the key. There will be much more exciting action in the next chapter. I hope the pacing works well for most readers; after all, if you're reading chastity stories, then you should really know the value of delayed gratification.
**The Purchase**
I stared un-moving at my computer for almost 10 minutes before finally forcing myself to click "confirm purchase". A message popped up saying that my order would be delivered in 2 days. Part of me was relieved that I had finally made the decision; part of me was shocked that I was really going through with this. I felt myself start to get hard, as though my body wanted to make the most of its last few days of freedom.
I looked back through the pictures of the cage I had just ordered. It was a high end model made of stainless steel, and it shined in the photos like a piece of jewelry. The cage was mostly open, with curving metal rings running the short length of the shaft, and flared, mushroom shaped head. The base ring had a slight curve, and the top of the ring has recesses for small prongs on the back of the cage to fit into, unlike some of the cheaper cages I had seen where there were prongs sticking forward from the ring. The lock was a slim brass cylinder, neatly integrated with the top of the cage. The website noted that unlike most cylinder locks, this one could be locked without the key.
The website described the cage as "ideal for long term wear - the open design makes it possible to thoroughly clean without unlocking." Because there were no prongs sticking forward from the ring, the website said that the ring could be left comfortably on when uncaged and erect, even during sex. The website's focus on long term wearability and security really made it sink in that I might end up being locked up for much longer than I could stand, but the idea excited me as well.
I had carefully measured myself several times following the website's directions. The recommended cage size seemed much smaller than I would have expected, but the website insisted that size would be the most secure and comfortable fit. The cage was expensive, but it made sense to splurge on something that would essentially become part of my body. I was impressed by the amount of thought that had gone into its design. It looked every bit as elegant in form as it was medieval in function.
**First Lockup**
A plain, white, cardboard box sat on the table in front of me. Two days had gone by in a blur of anticipation since I had ordered the cage, and now it was finally here. I opened the box and saw my new prison for the first time. It looked comically small, much smaller than it had looked online, but there was a cruel harshness in the gleam of the steel. I laughed - it seemed absurd that something so small could look so menacing, and even more absurd to think that a dick as big as mine could fit in something that tiny. At first I thought there must have been a mistake - that they had sent me the wrong size. I grabbed a ruler and double checked the dimensions of the cage, and with a sinking feeling I realized that it was the right size after all.
Zoe had told me exactly which website to go to, and which cage to buy. I wasn't surprised that she knew so much about chastity cages, as it was pretty clear that she had a major kinky side. Knowing that this cage had been chosen for by the second hottest girl I had ever met made the cage seem even more menacing: the promise of warm flesh replaced with cold steel.
I realized I had become rock hard, but resisted the urge to jack off, and instead grabbed an icepack from the freezer. I took a moment to admire my dick, proud of how hard and strong it was. I had carefully shaved myself while waiting for the cage to arrive, and the unfamiliar smoothness of my skin was almost enough to send me over the edge as I rubbed lotion around my balls to help slide the base ring on. I held the cage up and sighed as my erect member dwarfed the cruelly shining steel, knowing that no matter how big and powerful my manhood looked in that moment, the minuscule space inside the cage is all I would be whenever I was alone with Lily.
Locking the cage on for the first time was quite an undertaking, but when it finally clicked shut my heart skipped a beat. Although the steel around me was still freezing cold from the icepack I had used to shrink myself down, I could already feel pressure starting to build, as though the cage were shrinking around me. It felt good in a way I hadn't fully expected, and I gradually began to feel a hint of the delicious desperation I had felt a few nights ago as Lily had pressed her soft body against mine. At the thought of Lily the cage suddenly became almost unbearably tight, and I almost doubled over in shock. An unfamiliar feeling of helpless hit me as my member tried but failed to grow. No matter how hard I strained nothing happened other than the pressure increasing.
I looked through my phone at pictures of Lily and thought back to the other night. I focused on of the gentle sound of her breath, the sweet smell of her sweat as she had brought herself to climax, the taste of her lips. Within minutes I had become absolutely desperate to take the cage off, and grabbed the keys out of the box, thinking that I could not go on. With the key almost in the lock I forced myself to think clearly, and realized that I wasn't in any real pain. The cage felt impossibly tight, there was a strong pull on my balls, but there were no sharp pains and the pressure was strangely comforting. As frustrating as it was, I knew immediately that this feeling was right; the cage was doing its job perfectly, and it wouldn't injure me. I forced myself to drop the keys and focused on my breathing, willing myself to calm down.
By the time my arousal had finally died down to a manageable background hum, I realized that it was time to go meet Zoe. She had instructed me to text her when the cage was delivered, and told me to meet her for a drink so she could go over the rules of my new confinement. I texted her that I was running a bit late. She replied, "Wear the cage, and bring the keys."