Something clattered out and hit the floor with a dull, plastic thud.I froze.There, lying on the floor between my feet was something small, black, and unfamiliar. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t look away from it. Gay sex My cheeks burn. The thought of choosing to deny myself, following Coach’s orders, to put something on that would take the option away entirely… it shouldn’t have made me horny.But it kind of did.Maybe this was what I needed, I justified. I want to touch, to grind, to move. Acting like this was just a normal day.And worst of all?Even now—humiliated, pissed on, panicked—part of me was still hard. I wasn’t supposed to. It was snug—very snug—but smooth. And now here I was, the next morning, holding a chastity cage in my hand and feeling… curious. The cage shifted slightly with each step. Right fucking next to me.I bite my tongue to keep from crying out. Subtle, but present. My thighs are clenched, my toes curling inside my socks, the damp patch on my briefs cold against my balls. Now it felt like I was standing on the other side of a line I hadn’t even seen coming.
