Lock that Cock

You take another look at Kim. The poor girl is nearly in tears, and her moans keep getting more and more pained. She looks at you with pleading eyes. There's no way she's faking it. You have to help her. You give her a reassuring nod.

Taking a deep breath, you prepare the contents of the drawer. You don't really know how these things work but have seen them in porn a couple of times. You figure that the ring goes on first.

Turning away from Kim, slightly embarrassed, you pull down the front of your pants and underwear. Getting the ring on proves difficult until you realize that you can put your balls through first.

Kim's moans would probably normally arouse you, but you're kind of scared and nervous. Your hands shaking, you finally slide the ring into place around the base of your penis. You can feel the cold steel acutely, but it actually fits quite snugly and isn't uncomfortable.

"Please hurraaAAAHHH fuck!" you hear Kim shout/whimper behind you. She continues to struggle as you move as quickly as you can to lock up your manhood.

"I'm - ow - trying!" you yell back, wincing as you pinch the sensitive skin of your dick while trying to slide the cage on. Luckily (or not?) the cold air in the abandoned basement combined with the urgency of the situation make for a quite shrivelled, flaccid cock, making the job of sliding the tube part on somewhat easier.

After getting the cage on and sliding it into place with the ring, all that's left to do is lock the padlock. You slide it through the opening left for it at the top of the cage and hesitate. This is it. You have a feeling that the key included in the drawer won't unlock the cage, just as Kim's key didn't earlier. You might not be able to get out.

Looking back, you can see that Kim really is crying now. Tears are streaming down her face and she's shaking slightly. Two weeks of this? You breathe in deeply with conviction.

Click! You apply pressure to the padlock and it shuts closed. There. There's no going back now. You grab the key and shove it into your pocket, pulling your pants up above your waist again.

You turn around and are surprised to see Kim's small figure rushing towards you, arms wide. She wraps them around your waist in a surprisingly strong hug.

"Thank you thank you thank you! It finally stopped!" she sniffles slightly and you can feel her shaky, tired breaths against your chest. You're acutely aware of the sensation of her surprisingly large breasts pressing against your stomach.

You hug her back, glad that she's finally free of her ****.

"I'm Adam, by the way. Nice to meet you."

She drops her arms and steps back.

"I'm Yun-Seung. But you can call me Kim."

Oh right, Korean names. You'd been calling her Kim, but that's her family name. You guess Kim is probably a lot easier for most to pronounce.

You can hear her heavy breathing stabilizing and become acutely aware of her state of undress. Looking down, you can see the belt still locked firmly around her waist. Her skin, exposed from just above her belly button, glistens with sweat. You realize that you're staring.

"S-sorry..."

you stammer out and tear your gaze away from her exposed lower half. You can see her start to blush from the corner of your eye.

"It's fine."

She shakes her head and turns back towards where she dropped her pants. You can't help but watch her as she steps away and bends down to pick up her clothes. Her hips are pretty proportional to her body. She's small, petite, but also pretty shapely. Her butt is round and full for her size, but you wouldn't call it fat by any means.

She's not wearing any underwear, which you guess makes sense given the extra burden of the belt around her nether region. The steel making up the sleek, intimidating looking metal device matches what your new cage is made out of, and it looks sturdy. It sits pretty flush with her body, and somehow it looks like it's flexible enough to accommodate some level of body movement while still being secure. There's a cut out section near her asshole which you assume is for sanitation purposes.

As she steps into one pant leg and prepares to pull it up she pauses and turns back to you. You quickly avert your gaze, embarrassed that she caught you staring.

"Could you, um... Maybe try the key one more time?" she asks timidly. Now that she's calmed down her voice is clear, soft but very much audible. You like the sound of it.

You pause at her request and look back at her. Stealing a glance towards the front of the belt, you notice that sure enough, the key is still lodged, unturned, into the keyhole at the intersection of the two metal strips. It hadn't turned moments earlier when you tried, but maybe now after complying with that text?...

"They um, said that it can't be unlocked by me, and I know it didn't work last time, but I thought maybe since you um..." She glances down towards your crotch briefly, making you a little self conscious. "that maybe you could help... "

You nod eagerly. "Of course! Maybe it'll work now."

You move in front of her and reach your hand towards the key...