The package felt heavier than Austin expected as he tore through the cardboard with trembling fingers. Three weeks of anticipation, three weeks of fantasizing about the sleek metal cage he'd ordered online, and finally it was here.
But as he lifted the twisted steel device from its packaging, his heart sank. The main cage sat there beautifully crafted, but the box was missing the crucial component—the cock ring that would complete the restraint system.
"Fucking hell," Austin muttered, turning the box upside down and shaking it. Nothing. He checked the packing slip twice, but there it was in black and white: one metal chastity cage, no mention of the ring being included separately.
His cock had been hard since the moment he'd heard the delivery truck, but now it deflated with disappointment. He'd been planning this moment for weeks, imagining the cold steel wrapped around him, the weight of it between his legs, the delicious frustration it would bring.
Austin spent the next hour scouring the manufacturer's website, growing increasingly frustrated. No replacement parts, no customer service number that actually worked. Just when he was about to give up, a Google search led him to Lock the Cock's accessories page.
"Holy shit," he breathed, staring at his laptop screen. There they were—replacement rings in multiple sizes, specifically designed for his exact cage model. The product photos showed the same twisted metal design, the same quality construction he'd fallen in love with.
His cock stirred back to life as he read the descriptions. Perfect fit, silent operation, comfortable for extended wear. Everything he needed to complete his fantasy was right there, just a few clicks away.
Austin's hands shook as he measured himself with a ruler, checking the sizing chart twice to make sure he got it right. The 1.75-inch ring would be snug but not painful—exactly what he craved.
He added it to his cart without hesitation, selecting overnight shipping despite the extra cost. Tomorrow night, he'd finally experience what he'd been dreaming about for months.
As he clicked "confirm order," Austin's cock throbbed with renewed anticipation. The wait had been agonizing, but soon—very soon—he'd be locked away in beautiful, inescapable steel.
His fingers traced the cold metal of the incomplete cage sitting on his nightstand. Just twenty-four more hours, and his fantasy would become deliciously real.