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It had been several weeks now since Jason had the cage put on him by Tom, his boyfriend. At first, Jason had protested, said he wasn’t sure, but Tom was persuasive, said to Jason, “Go on, try it, you’ll like it, you’ll see.”
“But what if I don’t,” Jason had asked.
“Then it will come off. But you won’t not like it,” Tom had replied.
Minutes later Jason was locked and shocked, his eyes wide open, looking at himself all locked away in the bedroom mirror, “OMG, Tom, I don’t know, this is so crazy. I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Shhh, baby, just for tonight. Sleep with it on, yeah, for me?”
“Hmm, ok,” Jason had agreed.

The following morning, Jason had woken up, his hard cock pressing painfully against the cage. Tom had offered Jason relief with his tongue pressing through the open slit of the cage, tonguing Jason’s leaking piss slit until Jason shot and Tom swallowed his load.
“See, you can even cum in the cage, you lucky boy,” Tom had said to Jason, kissing him, Jason tasting his own cum on Tom’s tongue. Jason simply purred as Tom handled and his caged cock and squeezed his empty balls.

Jason had protested that first time, heading off to work caged, “But they will notice. How will I explain? What will I say?”
Tom had replied, “Tell them that you like it, that they should try it. You’ll give them a closer look if they’re curious.”
“WTF! You’re kidding me, right?” Jason hastily replied.
Tom looked Jason directly in the eyes, “No, boy, I’m not. You want this, I can tell. You came so hard this morning. You fucking love it.”
Jason had gone to work that first morning, very self-aware of the cage in his pants, worrying how visible it was, conscious of the odd stare as he stood on the tram into the city centre. That first day no one at work had noticed, so Jason was more confident the next day, and the day after, and the following week too.

In fact, Jason soon became used to having the cage on, until Simon, his boss, had asked him into his office.
“Erm, Jason, this is a bit delicate. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve received comments from a few of your coworkers that you’re, how do I put it? You’re quite pronounced down there,” Simon’s eyes dropping down to Jason’s crotch, “Someone suggested that you might be wearing something…”
Jason had blushed and stammered a yes without offering any further explanation.
“So, you think it’s appropriate to wear it in the workplace?” Simon asked.
Jason stammered a no, before spilling out that it was Tom’s idea, that he had not wanted it to begin with, had been nervous, but now he actually liked it, really, and hadn’t thought it was obvious.
“Well, yes, it is obvious. I’ve referred to the staff manual and it doesn’t say anything about this sort of incident, so I guess it is ok for you to continue wearing it, after all. You certainly have piqued the team’s curiosity though, Jason.”
“I’m sorry Simon,” Jason said as he stood up, his caged crotch at eye-level with the seated Simon.”
“That’s ok, back to work, boy, I, erm, mean, Jason.”

“Piqued the team’s curiosity, have you?” Tom was in hysterics that evening when Jason told him.
And that was why Jason was now stripped down apart from his socks, sitting at the bottom of their bed, legs wide apart, caged cock on show, taking a selfie in the mirror.
“Yes, fucking excellent,” said Tom, as he pressed the send button to all of Jason’s work contacts, “That should satisfy their curiosity.”