Kyle stared at the sleek metal cage in his hands, his excitement turning to crushing disappointment. After weeks of research, he'd finally found the perfect device—polished steel that caught the afternoon light streaming through Joyce's garden greenhouse. But something was wrong.
"Fuck," he muttered, turning the cage over. The main tube was flawless, but there was no ring. Nothing to secure it properly around his balls.
Joyce looked up from repotting her orchids, dirt smudged across her cheek. "What's got you so worked up?"
Heat flooded Kyle's face. Joyce knew about his kinks—they'd been friends since college, sharing everything from breakup stories to sexual adventures. But holding a chastity device while she watched still made him squirm.
"It's incomplete," he said, gesturing helplessly. "The cage is perfect, but without the ring, it's useless. I can't wear it."
Joyce wiped her hands on her apron and moved closer, examining the device with clinical interest. "That sucks. You were really excited about trying it."
"I was." Kyle's shoulders slumped. "I've been fantasizing about being locked up for weeks. The anticipation, the control... and now I'm back to square one."
"Maybe not." Joyce pulled out her phone, fingers flying across the screen. "Look, there are replacement rings available. Different sizes too."
Kyle leaned over her shoulder, hope flickering back to life. The website showed various metal rings, each designed to complete devices exactly like his.
"These would work?" he asked, studying the measurements.
"Definitely. You just need to figure out your size." Joyce's voice took on a playful edge that made his pulse quicken. "Want help measuring?"
Before he could respond, she was already reaching for him, her fingers working his belt buckle with practiced efficiency. "Joyce, what are you—"
"Helping a friend," she said simply, pushing his jeans down. "You need accurate measurements, right?"
His cock was already half-hard from the anticipation, and her cool touch made him gasp. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking slowly while studying the cage's dimensions.
"You're going to need the medium ring," she decided, continuing her methodical exploration. "But let's make sure you're fully hard so we get the right fit."
Kyle groaned as she worked him with increasing intensity, her other hand cupping his balls to gauge the circumference. The greenhouse felt stifling, filled with the scent of earth and growing things while Joyce brought him closer to the edge.
"Perfect," she announced, releasing him just before he could climax. "Order the 1.8-inch ring. It'll be snug enough to keep you properly secured."
Kyle's hands shook as he added the ring to his cart, his neglected cock throbbing with need. Soon he'd have everything required to lock himself away completely.
