Steel Chastity Cage Novels & Stories

He opens it and gestures for me to enter first. I walk in and freeze. The room is huge, with dim lighting that makes everything feel intimate and dangerous. I see things I have only seen in hidden corners of the internet. A big wooden X against one wall with straps on it. Chains hang from the ceiling. A long bench with hooks and cuffs sits in the middle. There is a metal cage in the corner big enough for a person. Whips, belts, paddles, and canes hang neatly on one wall. On another table I see plugs, clamps, ropes, and things I do not even have names for.

Five miles away, the sun didn't suggest itself—it glared off the chrome of a customized Harley-Davidson. Jax let out a low growl as his wrench slipped, his knuckles barking against the cold metal engine block. He didn't flinch. He just wiped the blood onto his oil-stained jeans, his dark eyes narrowed in focus. At 6'4", Jax was a titan of a man, his frame packed with dense, functional muscle that made him look more like a Greek statue than a college-aged heir. "Boss, you're gonna kill that engine if you keep staring at it like it owes you money," a voice yelled over the sound of a nearby air compressor.

His tiny caged cock, locked in a pink steel chastity cage for four straight months now, leaked constantly whenever she even whispered about her plans. It was Cindy’s 29th birthday. She had rented out the entire top floor of an exclusive rooftop club in Manhattan that catered to the city’s most discreet high-end swingers and kink community. The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights.

Keller licked at the juice but soon cried out again as a hand reached beneath him and gripped his hard aching flesh. It had begged for attention for far too long but now that he was receiving it, he wanted him to stop, at the same time wanting to moan his gratitude to his captor for treating him so nicely. The intruder chuckled, pumping the tender flesh as Keller humped against his hand. He smacked his ass a few times, pulling the younger man close to the edge of cumming before he stopped. He reached over the side of the bed and into his duffel bag. The device he extracted was made out of metal rings, a plastic band, and sturdy locks. It was a chastity device. ********** *********

"Those are cock cages. They prevent the slave from having an erection without suffering a great deal of pain. It would be similar to a chastity belt for females." I winced, imagining Master's magnificent cock trapped in one of those contraptions. Master winced as well. I noticed more female owners of male slaves kept their cocks in cages than male owners. I supposed the female owners didn't want their slaves sticking their cocks in anything they didn't want them to.

And there were chains — some hanging down in loops, others coiled neatly on racks like Saint had just organized them. My eyes darted to the far side, where a massive wooden X stood bolted to the floor and ceiling. The leather straps dangling from each corner glistened under the dim, amber light overhead. Across from it stood a tall steel cage. It was empty, but its door hung open like an invitation I'd never accept.

NIGHT SIX: The Cage and the Marathon Victor didn’t even let her wake up fully from her sleep. He grabbed her by the throat, marched her naked across the penthouse, and shoved her into a steel cage built dead center under the brightest lights. The cage was small like four feet square, the bars were thick and the floor padded in black leather already stained from the previous nights. A single steel pole rose from the middle with cuffs at different heights. A ring gag waited on a hook.

He’d leaked through his boxers twice on the drive over. Ava stood waiting in the center of the room under the ceiling chains. Black latex gloves up to her elbows tonight. No bodysuit—just a tight black sports bra, harness locked on, and the same monstrous ridged dildo from last night gleaming with fresh lube. Her real cock hung heavy below it, already thick and veined, balls full. She grabbed the leash. Yanked him up to his feet. “Hands behind your head. Spread your legs.” He obeyed instantly. She circled him slow. Crop in hand. Tapped the underside of his balls lightly—then harder. He hissed. Cock jumped in the chastity cage she hadn’t removed yet.

These feelings I have for Clara are new to me; I’ve never found a girl attractive before. Now, being a kinky and very "bad" girl, I made a nasty plan that blossomed from my jealousy and my desire to actually have my own fun with his girlfriend. So, around three weeks ago, I bought a chastity cage—one of the metal models with multiple rings of different sizes. I had it waiting for the right moment in a gift box with a small letter I wrote in a way that would make Julian think it was a surprise from Clara. Today seemed like the perfect opportunity to lay my trap. Julian went to the kitchen to make dinner for them, and a moment later, I heard Clara heading to the shower. I quietly slipped out o

In the center was a spanking bench with a central angled chest pad, below the main rest were a separate set of pads to offer firm support for the knees, while smaller adjustable rests positioned the elbows perfectly, keeping the upper body stable and the spine aligned. Chains, heavy and dark, were bolted into several strategic points on the walls. To one side stood a St. Andrew's cross, an imposing A-frame structure that commanded attention. Beside it, a large, custom-built cage sat in the corner, a silent promise of confinement. Whips and floggers hung in neat, intimidating rows on a wall rack, alongside canes, paddles, and various implements of sensation, each piece clean and meticulously