I stared at the sleek metal cage sitting useless on my desk, my excitement deflating faster than a punctured balloon. Marcus had recommended this particular model after months of me pestering him about his own experiences with chastity play, and I'd finally worked up the courage to order it.
"Fuck," I muttered, examining the package contents again. The cage itself was beautiful—cold steel crafted with precision, the kind of quality that promised serious commitment. But the cock ring was missing entirely.
My phone buzzed with a text from Marcus: *How's the new toy working out?*
*It's not,* I typed back. *Came without the ring. Can't even try it on.*
Three dots appeared immediately, then: *That sucks man. Return it?*
I picked up the cage again, feeling its substantial weight. The metal was perfectly smooth, the craftsmanship undeniable. This wasn't some cheap knockoff—this was exactly what I'd been fantasizing about for months. The thought of sending it back and waiting weeks for a replacement made my stomach sink.
*Maybe there's another option,* I replied, already opening my laptop.
Twenty minutes of frustrated searching later, I was ready to give up. Every chastity device seemed to come as a complete set—no individual components available. Then I stumbled across something that made me sit up straight.
"Holy shit," I breathed, clicking through the product listings. Individual rings in multiple sizes, all crafted from the same high-quality steel as my cage. The measurements were clearly marked: 1.57", 1.77", 1.97". I grabbed my measuring tape, my hands shaking with renewed excitement.
Marcus called while I was measuring. "Any luck?"
"Better than luck," I said, pulling the tape taut around my flaccid cock. "Found a site that sells replacement rings separately. Same quality metal, perfect sizing options."
"Damn, that's convenient. Which size you need?"
I checked my measurement against the chart. "The 1.77" should be perfect. Not too tight, not too loose."
"Smart. Nothing kills the mood like poor fit."
I was already adding the ring to my cart, my cock hardening at the thought of finally experiencing what I'd been craving. "Two-day shipping," I announced with satisfaction.
"Nice. You'll be locked up by Friday then."
The thought sent electricity through my body. "Assuming I can handle it."
Marcus laughed. "Trust me, once that cold metal wraps around you, there's no going back. You'll be addicted to the feeling."
I hit the purchase button, my heart racing with anticipation.