You wake up

The next day you wake up for the notion of your cock pressing hard against the cage. You are incredibly aroused, and you know for a fact that they want you to stay like this. But you also know that you have no possibility to escape, no matter what you are trying to do.

For a while, you sit at your place idle. Then Bastila finally comes, she removes your blindfold, and she gives you breakfast in the usual method.

Pft. You hear after you are done, her saliva landing on your face. Hastily, you say thank you. Then Pft., you hear again, and the process is repeated until she is satisfied.

“Do you want some playtime?” she asks.

You nod, not really sure what else you could do.

Bastila smiles “Good pet,” she lets you out of the cage, and leads you to the medical room, you hitherto stumbling after her. You are not sure why she brought you here, nevertheless, you lie down on the table obediently, and endure your limbs unlocked from the straps and re-locked on the table, your cage removed and put on the table next to you.

What's happening? You think to yourself as Mission also arrives, and the two women start throbbing your cock with their hands making it erect.

You keep looking at them happily, but you are also worried. Perhaps it is reward time? You are not entirely sure. Then you tense, as you see a circular piercing emerge from Bastila's palm, your heart skipping a beat as it gets carefully placed at the the tip of your cock... You brace yourself as much as you could, yet you yell into your gag “MMMMMMMM!!!”, as it gets stabbed all the way through.

Taking deep breaths, you try calming yourself down. Then you see another cock cage in Bastila's hand, made of metal, gold in color. You brace yourself once more “MMMMMM!!!”, but all you can do is to watch as it gets expertly locked around the piercing, making sure that nobody could remove the device without using the proper key.

“Since you've already agreed to be a **** for a lifetime, we decided to get you ready for the occasion,” Bastila says, drifting your attention to her face.

“With time your penis will start to shrink, and you will get smaller and smaller ones. Until you get to a micro cage,” Mission says, and raises the exact thing in front of you. Of course: it is not an actual cage per se, more like a short tube ending in a metal plate, designed to hide penises that have completely shrunk, and thus are completely useless.

“MMMMMMMM!!!”

“MMMMMMMM!!!”

“MMMMMMMM!!!”

You start to struggle uncontrollably, and even the two women are taken aback from what they see, despite counting with all the eventualities. Finally, Bastila holds your head down, and a needle is pressed into your neck, your mind slipping into unconsciousness.