The familiar weight was gone, and Walter felt naked in ways that had nothing to do with his actual clothes. For seven days now, he'd walked around with his cock swinging free, uncontained, vulnerable. The broken ring from his chastity device sat in his dresser drawer like a taunt—a cruel reminder of what he'd lost when the metal finally gave way under months of constant wear.
He'd ordered the replacement immediately, paying extra for expedited shipping, but the wait felt eternal. Every morning he woke expecting that satisfying pressure around his shaft, only to remember his predicament. His hand kept drifting toward his cock throughout the day, stroking himself whenever the urge struck. The freedom should have felt liberating, but instead it left him anxious, unmoored.
The bed and breakfast where he was staying for a work conference only amplified his restlessness. The quaint Victorian room with its floral wallpaper and antique furniture felt too soft, too feminine. He needed structure, containment, the familiar embrace of steel that reminded him who he really was.
His phone buzzed with a delivery notification just as he returned from dinner. Walter's heart raced as he signed for the small package, his hands trembling slightly as he carried it upstairs. The other guests chatted pleasantly in the common room below, oblivious to the significance of what he held.
In the privacy of his room, Walter tore open the packaging with desperate fingers. The replacement ring gleamed back at him—smooth, hardened metal that matched his device perfectly. He stripped quickly, his cock already responding to the anticipation.
The familiar ritual calmed his nerves. First the ring, positioned carefully behind his balls. Then the cage itself, sliding over his shaft with practiced ease. The cool metal felt like coming home, each piece clicking into place with satisfying precision.
When the lock snapped shut, Walter's entire body shuddered with relief. The weight between his legs, the gentle restriction, the knowledge that his cock was once again properly contained—it all rushed back in a wave of completion he hadn't realized he'd been craving so desperately.
He tested the fit, tugging gently at the device. Perfect. Secure. Inescapable.
For the first time in a week, Walter felt like himself again.