Three months later

Three months passed by like a never-ending punishment, each day a silent **** with the cage a constant presence, a symbol of your failure as you are unable to use dick or have sex. You went to the nightclub because it was time for the cock cage to be removed since it had been three months already. You wearing a disguise, so people who remember that night won’t notice you even Cherry. You manage to come inside without anyone recognizing you.

You had put on a pair of glasses, a fake beard, and a hat to cover your features. The club looked the same as before, the same pumping music and the same smoky atmosphere. You made your way to the back, where the private rooms were located, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. You started searching for Daddy Dearest so he can remove the cock cage on you.

You found him in his usual spot, lounging in a velvet chair with two bimbos fawning over him. He looked up as you approached, and his eyes narrowed when he recognized you, despite the disguise. He stood up, towering over you once again, and the bitches looked at you with curiosity.

"You're early, boy," Daddy Dearest said with a smirk. "But I suppose I should have known you couldn't stay away from my club. Did you come to challenge me again?"

"No," you replied, your voice firm despite the nervousness that washed over you. "I'm just here for the cage. It's been three months."

Daddy Dearest chuckled, stroking his chin. "Ah, so you want to be free of your little chastity device, do you?" He gestured to the bimbos. "Ladies, would you do the honors?"

The two buxom women looked at each other with a wink, then approached you. They were more skilled than you remembered, their hands deftly unlocking the cage without so much as a flinch from you. The cage was removed, and the feeling of freedom washed over you, but the memory of defeat remained as potent as ever.

"Well, it seems you've learned your lesson," Daddy Dearest said, his smile not reaching his eyes. "But remember, this club is still my domain. You're not welcome here unless you're ready to face me again."

Keith nodded, keeping his eyes on the floor. He knew he wasn't ready for a rematch, not yet. The sting of defeat still lingered, and he need to train his body and his mind. He had to become stronger, more skilled, and more dominant if he ever wanted to claim Cherry as his own. "I understand," he murmured, his voice a mix of respect and resentment.

Cherry looked at you from across the room, a hint of sadness in her eyes. You knew she felt sorry for you, and it only fueled your determination to prove yourself. You had to leave the club with your head held high, even if it killed you to do so.

You walked out of the nightclub without the cage on your cock anymore. The night air was a slap in the face, but you took it as a wake-up call. You weren’t ready to take on Daddy Dearest again, not yet. You need to get stronger and learn new techniques to conquer the world of bimbos. You were going to turn yourself into a sex god that even he couldn’t match.