Jesse stared at the sleek black cage in his hands, his excitement deflating like a punctured balloon. Three weeks he'd waited for this delivery, fantasizing about how it would feel wrapped around his cock. The craftsmanship was perfect—smooth curves, precision engineering, everything he'd dreamed of. Except for one crucial detail.
No fucking ring.
He dumped the packaging contents across his luxury hotel bed, searching desperately through foam padding and instruction sheets. Nothing. The cage was useless without the base ring that would secure it properly around his shaft and balls.
"Goddammit," he muttered, his hard cock mocking him as it strained against his boxers. Teresa would be arriving in an hour for their weekend exploration, and he'd promised her a surprise. Some surprise this would be.
His laptop sat open on the marble desk, and Jesse frantically typed "replacement cock ring" into the search bar. Most sites wanted him to buy entire new devices, but then he found it—Lock the Cock's replacement ring section. Multiple sizes, all designed for his exact cage model.
Jesse's pulse quickened as he scrolled through the options. Silver metal gleaming on the screen, each ring precisely measured. He grabbed the measuring tape from his travel bag, wrapping it around his shaft and balls with practiced efficiency.
"One point six inches," he breathed, clicking on the corresponding ring. Express shipping would get it here by tomorrow morning, but that meant another night of agonizing anticipation.
His phone buzzed. Teresa's text made his stomach flutter: "Hope you're ready for me, boy. I brought some new toys of my own."
Jesse's cock throbbed as he imagined her reaction to his cage—once it actually worked. The metal ring would complete the device perfectly, trapping him in exquisite confinement while she explored every inch of his helpless body.
He clicked "order now" with trembling fingers, then stripped naked and knelt on the plush carpet. Even without the cage, he could practice the position Teresa loved—hands behind his back, cock jutting forward, completely vulnerable to her whims.
Tomorrow night, once the ring arrived, he'd be truly hers. The thought of that cold metal securing him, making escape impossible, sent electricity through his entire body. Teresa would slide the ring into place with those skilled fingers, testing the fit, ensuring he was properly trapped for whatever delicious torment she had planned.
A key card beeped at the door. Jesse's eyes widened—she was early.
"I hope you're naked in there," Teresa called through the door, her voice carrying that commanding edge that made his knees weak.
Jesse glanced at his laptop screen, the order confirmation still displayed. Twenty-four more hours, and his fantasy would be complete.
