How does he look?

Might as well be a girl

Casey gently touched the cold metal and inspected the cage. It was honestly less of a cage and more like a hydraulic press, crushing his manhood flat and into his crotch, though there wasn’t much “man” to begin with. It wasn’t uncomfortable though it was strange for sure. The way his balls stuck out slightly and lack of cock almost made it look like he had a pair of fat pussy lips.

“I’ll send you an invoice later,” said Sally. “Here’s the key to the cage. Now if everything seems fine, I’d like to close up shop.”

Before he knew it he was back in Miss Jackson’s car, still trying to adjust to the new cage as she drove him home.

“I hope it’s not too loose! Feeling fine so far?”

“Um, yeah… so far it’s ok…”

Miss Jackson seemed pleased by that answer.

“Great, then I’ll hold onto the key for now! Let me know if things start getting uncomfortable in the next few days. I know it’ll probably be hard for you to focus in class when you haven’t cum in a while, so don’t worry too much about your grade.”

Miss Jackson finally pulled into his driveway. It seemed pretty much the same and Casey couldn’t tell any differences from his old life, though he was sure things would be different inside.