The Cage Comes On

Melissa sat patiently with her legs crossed on her couch facing the door. It was now 2:30 a.m. and her son still wasn't home. She was furious with him. Earlier before hitting the floor at work she received a call from a concerned parent of a girl at his school named Rebecca. Apparently someone has been sneaking grabs at this student in crowds and the only common occurrence throughout all these exchanges was that Luke was in the vicinity. When Rebecca got home today, she broke down in front of her mother and cried. She says she can't say it's Luke for sure, but that he's such a creep, and he hangs out with even bigger creeps, and that he always seems to be around her when it happens. Rebecca's mother was holding back tears in the call, "Now, I am not going to outright tell you your son is doing this, because we just don't know, and Rebecca can't say for sure, but please talk to your son, and make sure he knows what is and isn't an appropriate thing to do with other girls his age. That sort of thing isn't a prank and it can cause a lot of harm." Melissa profusely apologized that this happened to her daughter. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was afraid her son was responsible for this. Melissa said she'll have a long talk with her son and if he did do this, would be punished severely.

There was a rustling at the door, as a drunk Luke stumbled into the apartment living room, holding the wall for balance. He looked up to see his mother sitting on the couch staring in his direction.

"Oh, hey mom. What 'chu doing up?" He slurs out.

"Luke Vincent Cooper. What on EARTH are you doing out this late?" Melissa said, trying not to let out all of her pent up anger and energy. She'd need it if she was going to do what she planned on doing.

"Get off my back, bitch," Luke said, still slurring his words and stumbling toward his bedroom with his hand on the wall to guide him. "Leave me alone. I want to sleep."

"Leave you alone? Not without an explanation. Where were you all night?! And what's this I hear about what happened with Rebecca at school??"

"Oh yeah, that hot little thing," Luke says, "I copped a feel of her ass today... again!" Luke said laughing in his drunken state, not caring or even realizing he was saying such inappropriate things to his own mother.

"You did WHAT?!" Melissa said standing up. She couldn't believe her son was speaking to her with such little care. How little did he think of women? How little did he think of her as his mother?

"You heard me bitch. And who cares, she's a slut. She probably liked it anyway."

Melissa was up and on her son in a flash. Grabbing him by the ear and dragging him to his room. Luke wasn't a particularly big man at all. In fact, he was quite small compared to the average guy. He was 5 foot 6 and 130 pounds. But Melissa was quite small herself at just 5 foot 4 and 120 pounds. Still, she was surprised with how effortlessly she was able to drag Luke to his bedroom. He must've been really drunk, she thought.

"What are you doing, bitch," he mumbled, but he was powerless. Luke drank quite a bit tonight and it was taking its toll on him. In a flash, Melissa whipped down her son's pants, underwear and all and attached the small pink device to his member, locking it with a key. That woke Luke up a bit. "What are you doing, Mom?!" he shouted. Still very much drunk but a bit more aware of the current predicament he was in.

"Teaching you a lesson, Luke. I'm sorry it's come to this, but I will not have my own flesh and blood treat me like trash. And I most certainly won't have him treating other women like trash." Melissa slipped the key into her pocket and walked toward the door. "Now, Luke, honey, try to get a good night's rest. We have a long week ahead of us... especially you. Things are going to really start changing around here."

The amount of **** Luke had consumed really tuckered him out. He couldn't even move from his bed. All he could do was let out a, "You fucking bitch," to his mother.

"Now, now, honey... We're going to fix that potty mouth of yours right up. Anyways, goodnight! There will be instructions left on your door in the morning. You MUST complete them if you want me to take that little cage off of your cock in a week." With that she slammed his door, and locked him in.