Bryan's hands shook as he walked through the museum's marble corridors, hyperaware of the unfamiliar freedom between his legs. Seven days without his cage felt like walking around naked in public. The classical sculptures seemed to mock him with their confident poses while he felt utterly exposed, vulnerable in ways that made his skin crawl with need.
He'd worn chastity devices for three years, finding peace in their restrictive embrace. The constant pressure, the denial, the sweet ache of confinement—it had become his normal. But when the ring finally corroded beyond repair, he'd been forced into this torturous liberation that felt more like punishment than freedom.
"Excuse me, are you alright?"
Bryan turned to find a striking brunette in a fitted black dress studying him with concerned eyes. Her name tag read 'Sara - Curator.'
"You look... distressed," she continued, stepping closer. Something in her gaze suggested she saw more than he intended to reveal.
"I'm fine," he lied, acutely aware of how his uncaged cock moved freely in his pants with each shift of weight.
Sara's lips curved into a knowing smile. "No, you're not. You're fidgeting like a man who's missing something important." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Something that usually keeps you... contained?"
Bryan's face flushed crimson. How could she possibly know?
"The way you keep adjusting yourself, the nervous energy, the look of a man who's been stripped of his favorite restraint." Sara moved closer, her perfume intoxicating. "I've seen it before."
His phone buzzed—shipping notification. The replacement ring had finally arrived.
"That's what you've been waiting for, isn't it?" Sara observed, noting his sudden change in demeanor. "Your salvation?"
Bryan nodded, unable to speak.
"Then go," she commanded, her tone shifting to something that made his knees weak. "Go home and put yourself back where you belong. Lock yourself up nice and tight."
The authority in her voice sent electricity through his body. Without another word, he rushed from the museum, practically running to his car.
At home, Bryan tore open the package with desperate fingers. The gleaming silver ring caught the light as he lifted it from the box, solid and perfect. His hands trembled as he assembled his cage, sliding the new component into place.
The familiar click of the lock sent waves of relief through his entire body. The snug metal embrace felt like coming home after a long, torturous journey. His cock immediately began to swell against the restrictive bars, that delicious ache he'd been craving finally returning.
He was complete again.
