Chapter 8: The lost key: Sam’s new everyday life

It was Sunday afternoon, Frank kissed Julie goodbye and said he would see her again next weekend. He rushed out the door and Julie got into the shower as soon as Frank had gone. Sam, meanwhile, wondered what happened to the key to the cage he’d been carrying since Friday.

After Julie had finished showering, she went into the bedroom and had just finished drying herself when Sam came into the room and asked, “Honey. Do you have the key to the cage? I’d like to get out of there.” Julie put her hand over her mouth and then said, “Oh baby, I’m sorry, Frank took the key. He told you to wait until he got back, I thought he told you.”

Sam had a shocked look on his face as Julie stepped closer, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. She gently played with his testicles, rolling them gently back and forth, and said, “I’m sorry, darling, but as soon as we get the key back, we’ll get you out of there, I promise!”

Sam replied in horror: “I can’t believe it...”, as he felt a pleasant tug, triggered by Julie gently kneading his testicles. “I’m sorry my darling, it’s only been a few days...” she said, finally breaking away from him and going back to the closet to finish drying herself. Sam looked after his naked wife, who was drying herself again.

As Julie leaned forward, Sam, who was standing behind her, could clearly see her vagina pressing through her thighs as if they were saying a quick hello. He could see that Julie’s vagina had been clearly stretched by Frank’s large penis.

And so the Sunday passed.

It was Monday morning, and the routine began again. Sam got up early to go to work, but this time he felt a constant presence, that of the cage, reminding him that his freedom had been put on hold by his own wife and her new lover.

He went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, unable to take his eyes off the cage that clung tightly to his best piece. He showered quickly, but avoided thinking about his enclosed manhood for too long, and got dressed. Julie noticed his slightly pained expression, but she tried to keep the situation as relaxed as possible while they both ate breakfast.

At work, Sam concentrated as best he could, but the ever-present pressure of the cage made it difficult to focus on his tasks. Every movement reminded him that he was trapped, and the constant stimulus became an agonizing mix of pleasure and frustration. Colleagues spoke to him, but their words seemed distant and unimportant, while his mind hovered in a fog of unfulfilled desire. When the working day was finally over, Sam returned home. Julie was already there, preparing dinner. They talked about trivial everyday things, but there was an unspoken tension between them.

“How was your day, honey?” Julie asked as she chopped the vegetables. “It was fine,” Sam replied, trying to sound normal. Julie noticed that Sam was noticeably tense and exhausted, but only acknowledged this with a warm smile.

After dinner, Julie finally took Sam’s hand and led him into the bedroom. They sat down on the bed and Julie looked deep into his eyes.

“Rabbit, I know this is all new and stressful for you, but trust me, you have to be patient, you’ll like it,” Julie whispered in his ear. “It’s really hard, Julie ... especially now,” Sam confessed, his voice full of desire. Julie placed a hand on his cheek and stroked it gently. “I know, darling. But it’s only four days away, it should be doable.” “I hope so, baby. This cage ... Is killing me.” Sam replied. “As soon as Frank’s back, you’ll have your freedom,” Julie promised, trying to calm his nerves. “We just have to hang in there and wait.”

“But he said he’d bring the key next weekend, didn’t he?” Sam asked hopefully. “Yes, he promised,” Julie confirmed and gave him a reassuring smile. “We’re going to have another wonderful time together, darling.” Sam looked at Julie and a hint of despair flitted across his face. “Last weekend ... When Frank was here, how did you feel?” Julie lowered her eyes and thought for a moment before answering. “It was ... intense. For me too. I really enjoyed it, darling.”

“It was really hard for me, Julie. Knowing that you were with him...” Sam broke off, unable to finish the sentence. Julie took his hand and held it tightly. “I know it’s been hard for you, and I’m sorry. But it was a new experience for both of us. One that connected us in a way we never expected. Do you trust me?” Sam nodded hesitantly. “Yes, baby, of course I trust you.”

Julie looked curiously at Sam’s crotch where she suspected the cage was. “Let me take a closer look,” she said, pointing at his crotch with her finger. Sam, completely nervous, lay down on the bed and slipped off his boxers, revealing the sparkling cage, which Julie inspected. She leaned closer and carefully examined the details of the device. The cage was tight-fitting, made of shiny metal, and completely encased Sam’s manhood. She turned it slightly to the left and right and checked the hinges and the lock.

“Does that feel uncomfortable or hurtful?” she asked anxiously. “No,” Sam replied. “It’s more this pressure and constant feeling of tightness,” Sam explained. “It doesn’t hurt, but somehow it feels weird, like little needles or something are constantly scraping across my tip...”

Julie now studied the lightly woven steel plate closely. “And you really don’t feel anything?” as she briefly slid her fingers over it and then stopped at the small tube, which peeked out discreetly in the middle. “No, it just feels like pressure and a bit scratchy, like something rough is holding my glans in place the whole time,” Sam said with a bitter smile.

“Really fascinating,” Julie remarked, with a hint of amusement in her voice. Julie leaned closer to the cage. Slowly and carefully, she slid her fingers over his testicles again, which were the only thing sticking out of the cage. Sam’s breathing became shallower as he felt the gentle touch again.

“And you really don’t feel anything in the cage?” Julie asked gently, as if testing him, as she continued to stroke his testicles. “No, nothing ... Except the constant pressure,” Sam replied in a raspy voice. “But your touches on my balls ... that’s what I feel.”

Julie smiled slightly and continued to gently glide her fingers over the sensitive areas of skin.

The next moment, she tilted her head and carefully took one of his testicles into her mouth. Her lips gently enveloped it as she began to suck gently. The warmth and moisture of her mouth intensified the sensations and Sam couldn’t stop a deep, harsh gasp from escaping his throat.

“Oh Julie,” he moaned, surprised by the intensity of the pleasure coursing through his body. She gently increased the pressure and switched to the other testicle, while continuing to gently massage the first with her fingers. She let her tongue glide over the sensitive skin, making small, circular movements and then sucked on it to intensify the sweet pain and intense wave of pleasure. Sam’s hands clenched into the comforter, his muscles tensing under the unusual stimulation. “That’s so good,” he gasped. “Please, don’t stop.”

Julie lifted her head briefly and smiled at him, her blue eyes sparkling with desire. “I want you to enjoy every moment, even if you’re not completely free. I want you to know how much I want you and how this all turns me on.”

Then she took his testicles in her mouth again, sucked on them tenderly and continued to glide her tongue over them. Sam’s breathing became even more erratic and his hips involuntarily bucked slightly against her touch. The cage prevented him from becoming fully aroused, which only intensified the agony of unfulfilled desire.

Julie felt his reactions and knew that she was driving him to the brink of madness. She continued to play with his testicles, her gentle but firm movements bringing him closer and closer to the point where his desire wanted to bubble over. But the cage prevented him from doing so - and that was the bittersweet part of this intimate ordeal. Sam felt his pleasure button trying to expand but not finding the space to do so in the cage, instead he felt the rough, scratchy grip on his glans intensify and it felt like it was starting to burn.

Julie placed a hand on Sam’s chest and looked deep into his eyes. “Sam,” she began softly, “did you enjoy it when Frank had sex with me?”

It took a moment for Sam to process her words. His breathless confessions and the agony of his desire made him hesitate. But eventually he nodded slowly. “Yes, Julie. It drove me crazy ... In an unexpected way.”

Julie smiled and ran her hand gently over his testicles. “I’m glad to hear that,” she murmured.

“You know, I wasn’t really sure about it at first, but I’m only doing it because you like it that way,” she added. Then she leaned forward again and took one of his testicles in her mouth, caressing it gently with her tongue. The tickle and the heat of her touch made Sam gasp again.

She continued to suck on his testicles for a moment, but then stopped for a moment and asked with a beguiling smile: “Are you already looking forward to the next time Frank is back and fucks me properly?” Her gaze was penetrating and challenging.

Sam’s breath hitched. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. “Julie, I...” Sam really just wanted to stop all this and get back to his old routine.

Julie paused and looked at him expectantly. His testicles, now deep blue and taut with anticipation, contrasted with her soft, playful movements. “Tell me, Sam,” she demanded softly, “do you want to see him fuck me again?”

Sam swallowed, the mixture of lust and despair roaring inside him. Finally, he forced himself to say a quiet “yes”. Julie waited a moment longer before asking again: “So you want Frank to fuck me properly again with his black cock?”

Sam hesitated but couldn’t wait for Julie to finally resume playing with his testicles: “Yes, please.” When she heard that, she contentedly focused on the steel knob of the cage in which his glans was trapped as if in a high-security prison. She massaged the metal knob with her hand, letting her fingers glide over it gently yet firmly and stroking the shiny steel.

With every squeeze she applied, Sam felt that scratching and burning sensation in his tip again.

The sight drove Sam completely wild. He could see Julie manipulating the steel knob, which he had now adopted as a replacement for his penis head, with her delicate fingers, and his excitement grew immeasurably. But inside he could feel nothing but the aching pain and the constant pressure of his trapped glans.

Julie’s touch intensified, her caresses turned into an elaborate torture that tickled Sam’s nerve endings without granting him the release he longed for. He was simultaneously enraptured and tormented, imprisoned and yet so close to the gates of ecstasy.

With a lascivious smile on her lips, Julie looked up at him without stopping her movements and said, “You know how much I think of you being honest with me. Tell me, Sam: do you really want to watch Frank fuck me?” Sam gasped for air, his thoughts and body sensations a painful jumble. But he knew that was what Julie wanted from him - and at that moment, what he wanted from himself. “Yes, Julie. I want to see it.”

Julie’s smile widened. “Good. Then you’ll get it,” she promised, and began massaging his testicles again as her hand continued to caress the steely knob, sending the tension in Sam’s body rising in a bittersweet crescendo. “I can’t take any more,” Sam finally whispered, his voice hoarse with lust. “It’s like this ... I need ... more.” Julie lifted her head, released his testicles and kissed him tenderly. “Patience, baby,” she whispered.

She now leaned up to him and hugged him tightly, their bodies close together, and while Sam’s tension did not disappear, they both found comfort in the closeness and tenderness of the moment. The evening settled over them, and as they embraced and lay side by side for a long time, their unspoken promises and desires clashed. Their bodies and souls remained close, but Sam’s desire for redemption, like the previous nights, remained unfulfilled.