Your cock gets the cage

“I don’t care if the chances are low. If there is a chance, I’m gonna keep going. Plus, there is no way you could make me cum if I’m wearing that.”

You know you might live to regret your words, but you couldn’t stand suffering your fate if you just surrendered to it. Knowing it was forced on you, to whatever little degree, helped rationalize it in your mind.

“Your choice I guess. But remember this when you’re begging for mercy later.” She gives a large toothy smile, as she hands the device to the ref to lock it on you.

Penny and the other ref fall upon you, one holding the cage and key, another with chilling lube. You aren’t sure what lube they use, but in just a few strokes on your cock it’s shrunk back down, and now slides easily into the tiny pink cage. They lick it, and put the key with the other gear, saying it’ll belong to the winner.

With that, they announce the match will resume!