Jeremy stared at the sleek black cage in disbelief, his excitement crashing into bitter disappointment. After weeks of research and anticipation, the package had finally arrived at his Mumbai hotel room, but something was wrong. He turned the device over in his hands, searching frantically through the packaging.
"Fuck," he muttered, his heart sinking. No ring. The beautiful cage was useless without the essential component that would make it functional.
He'd been fantasizing about this moment since placing the order. The business trip to Mumbai was supposed to be perfect timing—ten days away from home, plenty of opportunity to explore this new side of himself in private. Now he sat on the hotel bed, holding an expensive piece of metal that might as well be a paperweight.
Jeremy grabbed his laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard as he searched for solutions. Most sites offered complete sets only, no individual components. His frustration mounted with each dead end until he stumbled across Lock the Cock's replacement parts section.
"Holy shit," he breathed, scrolling through the options. Rings in every size imaginable, all crafted from the same indestructible metal as his cage. The silver finish would match perfectly.
His cock hardened as he read the descriptions, imagining the cold metal wrapped around his shaft. The 1.75-inch ring looked right—snug enough to prevent escape but comfortable for extended wear. He could practically feel it already, the weight and restriction that would remind him of his commitment with every step.
Without hesitation, Jeremy selected overnight shipping. The extra cost didn't matter; he needed this now, while his courage was still high and the fantasy felt within reach.
The next evening, Jeremy's hands trembled as he opened the second package. The metal ring gleamed under the hotel room lights, heavier than expected and perfectly crafted. He stripped quickly, his excitement building as he prepared to finally experience what he'd been craving.
The ring slipped over his balls first, the cool metal making him gasp. Then came the cage, sliding over his shaft with practiced ease now that he had all the components. The click of the lock sent electricity through his entire body.
Jeremy stood before the mirror, admiring how the silver metal looked against his skin. The cage felt substantial, undeniable, transforming him into something new. He was no longer just Jeremy the businessman—he was locked, controlled, deliciously helpless.
His phone buzzed with a shipping confirmation for the key he'd mailed to Christina back home. She didn't know it yet, but she was about to become his keyholder.
