Jon wakes up

Groggy, Jon's eyes narrowed as he tried to process the situation, his mind foggy from the hangover. He looked down at the cage, his face a mix of disbelief and anger. "What the hell is this?" he muttered, trying to keep his voice steady. He attempted to sit up, but a wave of dizziness **** him back onto the bed. It was only later that Jon froze as the reality hit him like a ton of bricks. He was actually locked! His cock was throbbing almost painfully inside its plastic prison.

Frantically, he fumbled with the lock on the front of the device, trying to pick it with a bobby pin to no avail. Panic rising, he noticed the message notification pop up on his phone screen. Curious and **** for answers, he opened it to see a cryptic message from an unknown number: "Looking to be unlocked?"

Jon stared at the message in disbelief, his heart pounding. The sender wasn't listed, and the number was unfamiliar. Could someone really have put him in this predicament? Was it the frat that he was at last night? He didn’t remember doing anything stupid.

He tried to think of anyone who might have access to something like this. But no names came to mind. Frustrated, he looked down at his caged erection, which seemed even more prominent now. The tip peeked out the top of the cage, flushed and angry looking.

"Whoever did this, they'll pay!" Jon growled, giving his confined member an involuntary twitch. He knew he needed to focus on getting free first though. Resigned, he sent a message back to the mysterious sender that said: “Who the fuck is this? Unlock me. This isn’t funny, bro!”

Jon's fingers shook slightly as he pressed send, feeling exposed and ****. Whoever was behind this held all the power now. But he didn’t want to show weakness just yet.