A penis cage (for 2000 coins)

The clock is ticking down mercilessly, and as you stare at the coins in your hand, there is only one possible conclusion: You won't make it through the door, if you are not ready for some **** measures.

{if Fantasy: Caged cock = true}That's what you tell yourself, at least. There's a different reason as well, and it's difficult to hide from this truth: Since staring at the picture of the enslaved man, you were thinking about putting your cock in a cage. How it would feel to humiliate and deny yourself. {elseif Submission > 3}There is something else as well, though. Somehow, secrectly, you feel a certain enticing curiosity about restraining and denying yourself in this way. {else}And **** this seems indeed: It takes you quite a while to stare at the thing, pondering other options, before you, reluctantly, come to the decision that there is no way out. And maybe, hopefully, you will find a way to get rid of this thing as soon as possible.{endif} That's why you approach the vendor, and point at the penis cage. He beams at you with a hint of a malicious smile.

"Excellent choice, my friend, excellent choice!" He takes the cage from the shelf. It's made of translucent, unyielding synthetic material. The vendor explains you that you will of course have to wear this until the end of the party - unless someone else sets you free. "Are you certain, my friend?", he adds, and as you nod, he hands you a bag with 2000 coins, and the chastity device. He also explains you how to put it on, and insists, for obvious reasons, that you put it on immediatly and under his watchful eyes.

It's not as easy as you expected, and it takes you a few trials to finally put it on, but you manage. As the cage finally snaps into place, and the vendor seals it with a small padlock, you feel that the weight is heavier than you thought. You also realize that the presence alone is a constant reminder that it's there. It strangely makes you think about your cock more than without it - but at the same time rendering it completely useless. You also notice quickly, that your cock can still grow, at least a bit, but that there's a very definite limit to this. It's probably technically still an erection - except that it really isn't. You wonder how this will play out if someone actually actively will try to stimulate you. You also wonder how much easier you've become to be manipulated with this thing on.

You let the whole contraption vanish under your pants, as the vendor gives you a last grin and bids you farewell. "You should hurry", he says, taking a look at the clock. And you decide to heed his advice.