Earned

"Let me see," my best friend, the girl I had a crush on all through college said. She was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed.

"Hannah, please," I begged.

"Let me see," she said again.

"Hannah, I...I can explain," I said. She narrowed her eyes, glared at me. I slowly pulled the blanket aside and for the first time in my life, exposed myself to another person. I closed my eyes, waited for her to scream, to storm out, to laugh.

"H...Hannah," I finally whispered, afraid to open my eyes.

"Quiet," she hissed. I sensed her move, felt the bed shake as she sat on the side of it, next to me. "The stockings are pretty," she said, "I like the lace."

I opened my eyes. "Hannah, don't," I said, assuming she was teasing me.

"I mean it," she said, "I assumed you'd look cute."

"Hannah..."

"Can you...does that...does that stop you from...you know..."

"Yea," I said. I didn't know what would have been more humiliating, the cage or having a raging erection.

"How does it...stay on?" she asked.

I swallowed. "There...there's a small lock...inside..."

She reached for me, so smoothly, so casually, I didn't even think to move or protest; suddenly her hand was holding my caged penis, her skin touching my balls. Free, I would have erupted instantly. As it was, I was crushed the first time a woman touched me I couldn't even swell. "Why a lock?" she asked. "Why not just a pin or something?" She turned the cage slightly in her hand, making me wince. "Sorry," she said.

"I...some people...they...locked, it's impossible to...you know...grow or..." I swallowed, softened my voice. "Or to...cum...without...without being unlocked."

She thought for a moment, turned the cage over, looked at the lock again. "Duh...locked a boy can't do that whenever he wants...I thought guys liked to do it all the time."

"They...they do," I said, "it's like a...fetish."

"A fetish?" she asked.

"It...it's complicated," I said, not wanting to explain my particular kinks to her.

"Where's the key?" she asked.

"Keys," I said, "there are two. Over there." I looked in the direction of the night stand behind her. "I...I'll take of off when...when you leave."

She looked over at the night stand, back to me, back to the keys. "A fetish...like who controls the keys controls when a boy gets to jerk off?"

"Kind...kind of," I said. 

"Like a woman could make a boy earn it?"

"I...I guess," I said.

"Boys are so weird," she said.

"All...all fetishes are weird," I said.

"I suppose. How long can one of those stay on?"

I shrugged. "Properly cared for and cleaned, I guess awhile...months?"

"What would it be like?"

"What?"

"To have to earn it," she said. She reached over to the nightstand before I realized what she was doing, picked up the keys, held them in her closed palm.

"H...Hannah," I swallowed, trying not to let the panic show, "let...let me have those."

She smiled at me. "No, no, no," she said, "that's something to be earned. I think I'll be holding onto these for quite some time."