A gay story: Jack Pt. 05: Jack is Caged
I cautiously observed as he woke up from his restful slumber. He stretched his body, vigorously extending his arms and legs. As he moved, it became apparent that he was entirely naked, save for his protective covering. With great care, I scrutinized his every movement, taking note of his immediate reaction to the unusual sensation encircling his genitals.
He reached down to adjust himself, seemingly unaware of the plastic enclosure that confined his manhood. It was only after he sat up and gazed downward that he realized the truth. His eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed, “What the fuck!”
We had previously discussed the idea of using a cage, albeit with the condition that it was merely for experimental purposes, and not an enduring lifestyle choice. Despite his initial reluctance, it was clear that he was at least open to experimenting with the idea. I knew that introducing the cage at this moment, after an action-packed afternoon of playtime, would be an unexpected development that would ignite his senses.
Indeed, the look of surprise on his face as he woke up to discover the unfamiliar confinement around his manhood was priceless. His reaction was one of confusion, as he processed the unusual circumstances he found himself in. It was a delightful sight to behold and a reminder of the thrill of exploring new boundaries in our relationship.
He wasn’t mad, at all, that I’d put it on him, it was something we had discussed but he was mad that he wasn’t awake to watch me do it. I reached over and kissed him, pulling his body to mine, by the new chain around his neck. He realized, only then, that there was a chain around his neck. As our lips touched, our mouths opening to let our tongues explore, he reached a hand up to feel the chain and found the key there. He held it and pulled away from the kiss and looked into my eyes.
“Is this the only key?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, “I have one too. If we decide to move forward with caging for play or otherwise, we can each open and lock the cage at will.” And reaching behind me to the nightstand, I picked up my key and pushed him down.
I reached for his cock and the cage surrounding it and moved to insert the key.
“Wait,” he pleaded, “Are you sure you want to unlock me so soon?”
I explained that I had to put it on while he was dirty, and we’d need to clean him and the cage before we put it back in place.
“Can’t we leave it just a bit longer?” he begged, sitting up and this time pushing me onto my back.
He moved down my body and took my spent cock into his mouth, only it wasn’t as spent as I’d imagined. I began to harden to his talented mouth’s actions. His head bobbed up and down on my cock, and I rested my hands on his head, not guiding, just leaving them there for him to feel them in place.
I lifted him off my cock and pushed him back, the tip of his cage was wet with his precum. I imagine he was feeling tight. I didn’t ask though.
Lifting his legs, I spit on my cock head and on his ass hole, and slid into him easily. I sunk right to my balls and leaned down and kissed him again. His cock bounced uselessly in his cage, he reached down to fondle it but could only caress the outside of the cage and bits of skin that poked through. He continued to leak prodigious amounts of precum.
I had leaned back up and held his legs wide, to give me the full view of his caged cock and his struggle to play with it. It was such a turn on, for me, that I didn’t last long in his ass. I pumped several shots into him then I allowed myself to soften in his ass, cum leaking out around my cock. I finally pulled out, or dropped out actually, and then I leaned down and licked what I could from his ass. I rose up and we kissed, sharing what remained of my load. He moaned through the whole kiss. I reach down and fondled his bound balls (held tight the ring of the cage) and felt the tip of his cock through the end of the cage, still wet with precum. I took a fingertip full of that and put it in his mouth as well.
We rested there, for several minutes catching our breaths, and I said, “Okay, it’s time to clean you up.”
I took my key, which had dropped on to the bed, so it took a few minutes to find, and I inserted it to unlock the cage and gently pulled the pieces off. I kissed the tip of his cock when it was fully free, then took his hand and led him to the bathroom. We showered together, soaping, and rinsing each other. The caressing and body contact had an impact on him, and his cock rose to its full length. That big bulbous head standing majestically on his shaft. I couldn’t resist and he’d been teased enough over the last half-hour or so, so I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth.
He lasted about 30 seconds after my mouth closed around him and he shot burst after burst into my throat. I drank it gladly. Standing up, we kissed again, and he tasted the remnants of his load on my tongue. We finished our shower, then I cleaned the cage and Jack returned to the bedroom, and pulled the sheets off the bed, he threw those directly into the wash and started a load, then together we remade the bed.
As we snuggled, in bed, Jack wrapped in my left arm, I took the cleaned cage and placed it on his chest. I’d put key back on the night stand when we went to shower.
Jack picked up it and looked at the clean clear plastic.
“Do you really want me to put this back on?” he asked.
“I want you to do what you feel comfortable with,” I replied. “Yes, it was a turn on, but also limiting, I like to make you cum and if you can’t because your caged, it does take something away for me but at the same time, that you would submit that much to me, to my needs, is such a huge turn on.”
I looked at him, looking up at me, “So I will leave it up to you. I know that’s not controlling but I think in this we both need to be in agreement.”
Jack thought for a minute then said, “Let’s sleep on it.”
I nodded and said, “That’s fine.” And wrapped around each other, we drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to a tightness on my balls and reaching down, found the cage, firmly locked in place and no Jack. And no spare key. I got up and wandered to the kitchen to find him making some food, both keys were on the chain around his neck. I wrapped my arms around him and kiss his neck then undid the clasp on the chain. I took the keys and freed myself, then as he was naked and soft, I worked him back into the cage – “I think this belongs to you.” I said and snapped it closed. I locked then taking both keys, I walked away. He didn’t know where I’d hid the keys. And didn’t learnt their location for almost a week. I liked the way the cages bulged in his work Khakis. And I’m sure a few of his coworkers did too.
We continued that way for a few weeks, mostly Jack in the cage but some me, so we each took turns in the cage. Jack didn’t really like me in it as, of course, I couldn’t fuck him when I was caged but he did enjoy teasing me.
In the end, we decided it was definitely a fun experiment for us, but not a lifestyle either of us could live with full time, we each enjoyed the other cumming due to our actions and the denial of that cum.