Apologies. Now.

You stand before your 'friend,' naked and shivering, your manhood tucked neatly into a small metal cage, unable to rise to its normal size.

"There, see? No more gross, rude boners! What do you say, sissy boi?" Megan asks, crossing her arms and glaring at you.

It's hard to meet her gaze so you stare down at your feet and mumble, "Thank you, Miss..."

"Thank you, for what? Hmm?"

Your blush intensifies. "Thank you for caging my... for caging my tiny dick, Miss."

"Dicklet," she corrects, but let's the faux pas slide with a dismissive wave of her hand. "But that's enough for today. You were a good boy and didn't complain too much so I won't tease you too much. You know if you get horny and strain your dicklet too much in a cage, it will shrink - permanently."

"What?!" you gasp, feeling the slight throb of just that sensation in your crotch.

Megan giggles and grins at your squirming reaction. "You are way too easy to tease, Aiken! So much fun! Here - as your reward, I'll give you these..."

She reaches up her skirt and shimmies out of her tights and panties and tosses them to you. "Enjoy, sissy boi! Maybe being girly again will help you control that little problem in your pants. Ciao!"

You watch and mutter a pathetic goodbye as she leaves, taking the only key to your cage with her.

Some time after Megan leaves, your mom and Jeff return from their work outings.

You've dressed and hidden all evidence of Megan's visit, including the panties and tights she gifted you, but you can't hide the sensation of your cock being caged under your shorts and boxers.

The way it's compacted into such a tight space makes it feel so much more feminine and weak than it did even when wearing panties. You hate to admit it, but dicklet really is the only way to describe it while caged. Wearing boxers somehow feels wrong with a caged member. There's too much empty space and the fabric feels too rough for such a delicate part of your body.

You shake your head and try to clear your mind. You're hungry and have to venture out to the kitchen for something to eat.

"Hey sport!" you stepdad calls as soon as you walk inside. Mom is there too, preparing dinner already.

"Hey..." you say to both of them. You barely look their way as you mope to the fridge looking for a snack and something to drink. Your mind is in a constant fuzz with the cage on. The last thing you want is a prolonged conversation.

"Been playing video games all day again, hm? I guess old habits die hard," mom chuckles. "He's been sleeping in again too. What time did you wake up yesterday, Aiken? Ten? Eleven?"

You shrug. "Not sure... Like noon, maybe. I'll be fine for school tomorrow though. Just needed to get it out of my system. You don't have to nag me about it."

Jeff furrows his brow and crosses his arms as you pull out of the fridge with an energy drink in one hand and snack foods in the other. "Hey, don't speak to your mother like that. Apologize, Aiken. Now."

You stop, a familiar tingle running up your spine. His voice is gruff and stern. It reminds you of when he spanked you. You meet his eye for a moment and see a manly intensity you rarely see from him - like a power he keeps under wraps until he needs to discipline you.

You wince a little as you blush and turn towards your mom. "S-sorry, mom!" you say with a quivering lip.

She chuckles, "Wow! It's okay, sweety. No need for all that. But I'm impressed, Jeff. I've never seen Aiken act so politely before. Whatever you've been doing with him - keep it up. I can't wait to see how he'll be next time I'm home."

You squirm, biting your lip to stifle the throbbing pain in your cage. You glance at Jeff but that only makes it worse. "Wh-what do you mean, next time?"

Mom sighs and sits down at the table by Jeff. "I didn't tell you? The factory in Singapore caught fire last week. They need me to oversee the reconstruction and amp up production by quite a bit. I'll be on-site until April, probably, at the earliest. Sorry, honey."

"O-oh, so... then you'll be gone for three months? At least? It will just be..."

"Just you again, yes. And of course I'll have Jeff check in on you from time to time again. Is that okay? Sorry, sweety, I know I only just got back a couple months ago and now I'm already having to leave again. I could see if maybe they would give me an extension. Some more time to stick around with you two?"

You shake your head, "It's alright. They would only make you stay longer if you did that. Besides, I don't mind being home alone." You glance at Jeff and this time, he looks away.

"Well okay then. If you're sure!" she grabs both your and Jeff's shoulder and gives a little squeeze. "I'll miss both my guys while I'm gone."

You didn't like to admit it, but your heart was pounding with excitement in your chest. It was probably wrong to feel that way when your mom was leaving, but the ideas, the fantasies pouring into your mind already were making it hard not to get a little pumped.

The only drawback...

You groan out loud, squirming in your chair as your cock strains against your cage, twitching and bouncing in your boxers.

While Mom gets up to continue with dinner preparations, Jeff leans over and raises one eyebrow. "You alright there, tiger?"

You quiver and lean over as well, sliding your head next to his so you can whisper in his ear. "Yes, daddy..."

You can't believe how bold you are. Your cock writhes and pulses, painful dull throbs making your cage bounce in your lap. Maybe the cage was making you even hornier. Unable to convey itself physically, your cock has to stimulate your mind to express the feelings welling up inside you. Hormones rush through your brain as you and your stepdad lean back and exchange knowing smiles.

One week later, Mom leaves for work, leaving only you and Jeff in the house again.