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“It’s here!” Hanelli happily announced to Jim when he got home from work. The item in question was sitting on display in the middle of the kitchen table. Hanelli had eagerly unboxed it when she saw the package on the porch and it was now sitting on top of the velvet bag it had come in. The shiny, curved metal cage was practically a work of art.
The first time Jim had seen a metal chastity cage, he had shivered in fear. After wearing it on and off for a few months, it was just another part of his wardrobe. This one was a little different from his previous cage and he was both excited and intrigued by it.
It was wrong and against common masculine action, but he wanted to put the cage on his c**k and emasculate himself. It was wrong and his c**k got hard at the thought. It made no se
