Chapter 10: The long wait

Sam found the cage more and more difficult the longer he wore it. The tight metal ring wrapped around his penis and testicles pressed more and more painfully against his skin. The cage itself was tiny, much smaller than he had ever thought possible. It was as if someone had locked his manhood in a tiny steel prison that barely allowed him room to breathe, let alone expand. The suffocating confinement caused a constant pulling, throbbing and scratching that wouldn’t let him go even in the quietest moments.

Sam hadn’t seen his penis for days. The metal construct around his manhood was so tight and secure that any hope of any erections was completely suppressed. Any touch, any subtle pulse of arousal was immediately smothered in the tightness that reminded him of the absolute control Frank - and to a certain extent Julie - had over him. The thought that his manhood was no longer his, but a plaything to be denied or reprieved at will, was both humiliating and strangely arousing to him. His wife, on the other hand, totally thrived in the new dynamic. She enjoyed the undivided affection and lust that Sam directed at her despite, or presumably because of, his torment. Precisely because he was caught up in his own lust, he focused all his energy on giving her pleasure. His every gentle touch, every kiss and every loving gesture was imbued with a deep, almost desperate devotion that Julie demanded more and more.