"Jack," Claire's voice cut through the silence like a knife, her tone sharp yet teasing. "You’ve been such a good boy this month. I think it’s time we discuss your reward."Jack’s heart raced, his hands trembling as he sat on the edge of the couch. The cold metal of the chastity cage pressed against his skin, a constant reminder of the predicament he had somehow found himself in. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, and glanced up at his mother, who stood in front of him with a sly smile playing on her lips. "Reward?" he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper."Of course," Claire purred, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she walked closer. She held up a set of keys, jingling them in front of him. "Aren’t you excited? I thought you’d be thrilled to finally get some relief." Jack’s eyes locked onto the keys, a mix of anticipation and dread swirling in his chest. Relief? Was that even possible anymore? Every time she’d promised him freedom, it had only led to more torment. But still, a small part of him hoped that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different."How about we start with a little game?" Claire suggested, her voice dripping with mock innocence. She circled behind him, her fingers brushing lightly against the back of his neck. Jack flinched at the touch, his body tensing. "You’ve done so well with your chores, after all. I think you’ve earned a bit of fun, don’t you?"Jack’s mind raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess. This wasn’t fun. This was torture—mind games and manipulation. But he couldn’t refuse her. Not when she had the keys. Not when she held all the power. "What kind of game?" he asked, his voice strained.Claire leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "It’s simple," she murmured, her tone sending shivers down his spine. "We’ll let you out of that cage for a little while. But here’s the catch—you’ll have to make a choice. Either we make the cage smaller… or we add some spikes. What do you think, Jack? Which one sounds more interesting?"Jack’s stomach churned, his hands clenching into fists. How had it come to this? It felt like just yesterday he’d been a normal high school student, struggling with his grades but otherwise living a relatively uneventful life. And then, everything had changed.---It all started a few months ago when Jack’s grades began to slip. He’d been distracted, unable to focus on his studies, and his mother had noticed. Claire, ever the concerned parent, decided to take action. "I think you need help, Jack," she’d said one evening over dinner, her voice calm but firm. "Someone to talk to. A therapist, maybe."Jack had frowned, pushing his food around on his plate. "I don’t need a therapist, Mom. I’m fine."But Claire wasn’t convinced. "You’re not fine, Jack. You’re struggling, and I want to help you. Trust me, this will be good for you." And so, Jack found himself sitting across from Dr. Evelyn Harper, a woman who just so happened to be Claire’s closest friend. At first, the therapy sessions seemed harmless enough. Evelyn was kind, attentive, and genuinely seemed to want to help. But then, the conversation took a turn."You know, Jack," Evelyn had said during one session, her tone thoughtful. "Sometimes, when we’re feeling overwhelmed, it’s because we have too much on our minds. Too many distractions. Have you ever considered trying something to help you focus? Something… unconventional?"Jack had raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"Evelyn had leaned forward, her expression serious. "I’ve worked with a lot of young men who’ve struggled with distractions. And one method that’s proven to be quite effective is chastity. By limiting your access to certain… urges, you’ll find that your mind becomes much clearer. It’s about control, Jack. Taking back control of your body and your mind."At first, Jack had been skeptical. A chastity cage? It sounded extreme, unnecessary. But Evelyn had been persistent, and over time, she’d managed to plant a seed of doubt in his mind. Maybe she was right. Maybe he did need to take control. And so, against his better judgment, Jack had agreed to give it a try.The first time he’d worn the cage, it had felt strange, awkward. But Evelyn had assured him that it was normal, that it would get easier with time. And for a while, it did. His grades improved, and he found himself able to focus more in school. But then, things started to change.Evelyn had suggested that Claire hold onto the keys, "temporarily," she’d said. "Just to help you stay committed." Jack had reluctantly agreed, not realizing the power he was handing over. And that’s when the control slipped away.Claire had started small at first, teasing him about the cage, making offhand comments that left him flustered and embarrassed. But then, the teasing became more intense, more deliberate. She’d dangle the keys in front of him, promising him release only to pull them away at the last second. And when she finally did let him out, it was never what he expected.Jack would be tied down, unable to move as Claire edged him, bringing him to the brink of climax before stopping, leaving him desperate and frustrated. Over time, the games became more elaborate, the choices more agonizing. And now, here he was, sitting on the couch, faced with yet another impossible decision."Well, Jack?" Claire’s voice brought him back to the present, her tone playful yet commanding. "What’s it going to be? Smaller cage? Or spikes?"Jack’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. Neither option was appealing. But he couldn’t refuse her. Not when she had the keys. Not when she held all the power."I… I don’t know," he stammered, his voice trembling.Claire tsked softly, her fingers tracing light patterns on his shoulders. "Come on, Jack. You have to choose. Or should I make the decision for you?"Jack swallowed hard, his hands gripping the edge of the couch. "Smaller," he whispered, his voice barely audible.Claire’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good choice," she purred, her breath hot against his ear. "Let’s get started, shall we?"And as she reached for the keys, Jack couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made the right decision… or if he’d just signed up for more torment.

Claire teases Jack about his "reward" for good behavior and suggests a game where he must choose between a smaller chastity cage or one with spikes. Jack reluctantly chooses the smaller cage, feeling trapped and powerless as Claire holds all the control. The chapter ends with Claire preparing to alter the cage, leaving Jack anxious about what’s to come.

"Jack," Claire's voice cut through the silence like a knife, her tone sharp yet teasing. "You’ve been such a good boy this month. I think it’s time we discuss your reward."

Jack’s heart raced, his hands trembling as he sat on the edge of the couch. The cold metal of the chastity cage pressed against his skin, a constant reminder of the predicament he had somehow found himself in. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, and glanced up at his mother, who stood in front of him with a sly smile playing on her lips. __"Reward?"__ he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course," Claire purred, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she walked closer. She held up a set of keys, jingling them in front of him. "Aren’t you excited? I thought you’d be thrilled to finally get some relief." 

Jack’s eyes locked onto the keys, a mix of anticipation and dread swirling in his chest. Relief? __Was that even possible anymore?__ Every time she’d promised him freedom, it had only led to more torment. But still, a small part of him hoped that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.

"How about we start with a little game?" Claire suggested, her voice dripping with mock innocence. She circled behind him, her fingers brushing lightly against the back of his neck. Jack flinched at the touch, his body tensing. "You’ve done so well with your chores, after all. I think you’ve earned a bit of fun, don’t you?"

Jack’s mind raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess. __This wasn’t fun.__ This was torture—mind games and manipulation. But he couldn’t refuse her. Not when she had the keys. Not when she held all the power. "What kind of game?" he asked, his voice strained.

Claire leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "It’s simple," she murmured, her tone sending shivers down his spine. "We’ll let you out of that cage for a little while. But here’s the catch—you’ll have to make a choice. Either we make the cage smaller… or we add some spikes. What do you think, Jack? Which one sounds more interesting?"

Jack’s stomach churned, his hands clenching into fists. __How had it come to this?__ It felt like just yesterday he’d been a normal high school student, struggling with his grades but otherwise living a relatively uneventful life. And then, everything had changed.

---

It all started a few months ago when Jack’s grades began to slip. He’d been distracted, unable to focus on his studies, and his mother had noticed. Claire, ever the concerned parent, decided to take action. "I think you need help, Jack," she’d said one evening over dinner, her voice calm but firm. "Someone to talk to. A therapist, maybe."

Jack had frowned, pushing his food around on his plate. "I don’t need a therapist, Mom. I’m fine."

But Claire wasn’t convinced. "You’re not fine, Jack. You’re struggling, and I want to help you. Trust me, this will be good for you." 

And so, Jack found himself sitting across from Dr. Evelyn Harper, a woman who just so happened to be Claire’s closest friend. At first, the therapy sessions seemed harmless enough. Evelyn was kind, attentive, and genuinely seemed to want to help. But then, the conversation took a turn.

"You know, Jack," Evelyn had said during one session, her tone thoughtful. "Sometimes, when we’re feeling overwhelmed, it’s because we have too much on our minds. Too many distractions. Have you ever considered trying something to help you focus? Something… unconventional?"

Jack had raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Evelyn had leaned forward, her expression serious. "I’ve worked with a lot of young men who’ve struggled with distractions. And one method that’s proven to be quite effective is chastity. By limiting your access to certain… urges, you’ll find that your mind becomes much clearer. It’s about control, Jack. Taking back control of your body and your mind."

At first, Jack had been skeptical. __A chastity cage?__ It sounded extreme, unnecessary. But Evelyn had been persistent, and over time, she’d managed to plant a seed of doubt in his mind. Maybe she was right. Maybe he did need to take control. And so, against his better judgment, Jack had agreed to give it a try.

The first time he’d worn the cage, it had felt strange, awkward. But Evelyn had assured him that it was normal, that it would get easier with time. And for a while, it did. His grades improved, and he found himself able to focus more in school. But then, things started to change.

Evelyn had suggested that Claire hold onto the keys, "temporarily," she’d said. "Just to help you stay committed." Jack had reluctantly agreed, not realizing the power he was handing over. And that’s when the control slipped away.

Claire had started small at first, teasing him about the cage, making offhand comments that left him flustered and embarrassed. But then, the teasing became more intense, more deliberate. She’d dangle the keys in front of him, promising him release only to pull them away at the last second. And when she finally did let him out, it was never what he expected.

Jack would be tied down, unable to move as Claire edged him, bringing him to the brink of climax before stopping, leaving him desperate and frustrated. Over time, the games became more elaborate, the choices more agonizing. And now, here he was, sitting on the couch, faced with yet another impossible decision.

"Well, Jack?" Claire’s voice brought him back to the present, her tone playful yet commanding. "What’s it going to be? Smaller cage? Or spikes?"

Jack’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. __Neither option was appealing.__ But he couldn’t refuse her. Not when she had the keys. Not when she held all the power.

"I… I don’t know," he stammered, his voice trembling.

Claire tsked softly, her fingers tracing light patterns on his shoulders. "Come on, Jack. You have to choose. Or should I make the decision for you?"

Jack swallowed hard, his hands gripping the edge of the couch. "Smaller," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Claire’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good choice," she purred, her breath hot against his ear. "Let’s get started, shall we?"

And as she reached for the keys, Jack couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made the right decision… or if he’d just signed up for more torment.

This story follows the life of Jack, a high school student who has been finding it hard to concentrate in school. His mother, Claire, notices his distraction and decides to take action. She sends Jack to a therapist, unbeknownst to him that the therapist is Claire's close friend.

The therapist, following Claire's instructions, begins to gaslight Jack into trying a chastity cage. Jack is initially reluctant, but the therapist convinces him that it will help him focus on his studies. Once the chastity cage is in place, the therapist takes the keys and gives them to Claire, making her Jack's keyholder.

Claire teases Jack every day, promising him a release from chastity each month. However, each time Jack is released, he is tied down, unable to escape. Claire does not let him cum, instead, she edges him, bringing him close to climax but never allowing it.

As time goes on, Claire gives Jack two options each time he is released from chastity. The chastity cage can either become smaller or have spikes added. Eventually, Jack is wearing a flat chastity cage, and his choices are limited to either adding a month to his lock-up time or adding spikes to the flat cage.

The situation escalates, and Jack becomes more like a sex slave to his mother than a son. He is required to do all the chores, comply with Claire's every demand, and engage in activities that heighten his sexual frustration while in the chastity cage. Jack is left with no choice but to submit to his mother's demands, fearing that his release will be cancelled if he does not comply. Everyone is Consenting and above the age of 18

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