Keith stared at his naked cock for the seventh morning in a row, feeling completely exposed and wrong. The familiar weight of steel around his shaft was gone, leaving him vulnerable in a way that made his skin crawl. When the ring had snapped during his last removal for cleaning, he'd felt something inside him break too.
Joan's voice crackled through his laptop speakers from her apartment across the country. "You look miserable, baby. Still feeling naked without your cage?"
"It's fucking torture," he groaned, running his hands through his hair. "I keep reaching down expecting to feel the metal, and there's just... nothing. I can't even sleep properly."
She leaned closer to her camera, her dark eyes studying his face with that mixture of concern and dominance that made his heart race. "The replacement ring should arrive today. I tracked the package this morning."
Keith's cock twitched at the thought. For a week, he'd been walking around unrestrained, his body constantly on edge without the familiar embrace of confinement. Every morning he woke up hard, every shower felt strange, every moment reminded him of what was missing.
"I ordered the 1.8-inch this time," Joan continued, her voice taking on that commanding tone that made him weak. "The two-inch was clearly too loose if it broke that easily."
"What if it's too tight?" Keith asked, though his cock was already hardening at the thought of being locked again.
Joan's smile turned predatory. "Then you'll learn to deal with it. I want you properly secured this time, no wiggle room, no chance of escape."
The apartment buzzer rang, making Keith jump. His heart hammered as he buzzed up the delivery driver, then waited by his door like a dog anticipating its master's return. The small package felt heavy in his trembling hands.
"Open it," Joan ordered through the laptop speakers. "Show me."
Keith tore through the packaging with desperate fingers, revealing the gleaming stainless steel ring. The metal felt cool and substantial, slightly smaller than his previous one. His cock throbbed with anticipation.
"Put it on. Now."
He didn't need to be told twice. Keith slipped the ring over his balls first, then worked his shaft through the opening. The steel gripped him firmly, more snugly than before, creating that perfect sensation of being claimed and controlled.
"Fuck," he breathed, his whole body relaxing for the first time in a week. "I forgot how good this feels."
Joan's laugh was rich with satisfaction. "Welcome home, baby. You're mine again."
